887CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
Summary: Hermione's recently discovered she's a witch and is off to attend the prestigious Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. There, she meets a strange family of redheads, the famous chosen one - Harry Potter, a tight-knit group of pranksters and Quidditch players, along with meddling professors and ghosts. All of who, change her life. What will happen when long-kept secrets are finally revealed? Will the new bonds of friendship and love that develop at Hogwarts create the saviours that are needed?
Disclaimer: All canon/original characters, plotline and rights belong to the author J.K. Rowling. Non-canon events and characters belong to me. I am not making a profit from posting this story. Some of the characters may be OOC and the plot is a mixture of both canon and non-canon with some of the main events from Rowling happening differently to canon. Rated M for violence, bad language and sexual situations, this is my only warning.
Page count: 14
Weasley-Wood Cottage
The moment they landed, the two little elves disappeared from view, silently returning to the chores. Rolling her eyes fondly at their behaviour, she headed straight for the stairs and towards the bedroom that currently belonged to Dumbledore. Opening the door, she was a little surprised to see Theo perched in a nearby chair as he silently read from a large tome.
"Hey, Teddy," she greeted, startling the wizard into dropping the book on the ground.
"You've been gone a while," he responded as he lifted the book, set aside and then approached to give her a hug. "Is it time?"
"No, not yet, but soon, I promise you," she replied as he pulled away. "Do you mind giving me a moment alone with him?"
"Of course," he nodded, darting a glance between her and the sleeping wizard on the bed.
As he left the room and closed the door behind him, Hermione erected a Locking and Silencing charm to ensure privacy before taking the now-empty seat beside the bed.
"Alright, you can do this," she said to herself in encouragement.
Lifting her hand, she placed her palm to Dumbledore's forehead, focusing her magic and allowing it to flow from her and into him. A few moments later, she felt a tug at her core, a wave of energy being ripped from her and given to Dumbledore. As she sank back into the chair, she took the time to refocus and settle her own magic, hoping her efforts had worked.
She wasn't certain how much time had passed: seconds, minutes, hours, but she saw fluttering beneath the wizard's eyelids and she held her breath. It took a few more moments before his eyes opened entirely and he took in his surroundings before he turned his head, his bright orbs instantly locking with her dark stare.
"I was dead," he rasped, his voice being affected from months without use. Hermione took the glass of water from the bedside table and offered it to him.
"Before you say anything, there's a Taboo on His name," she warned. "I brought you back," she explained, "But I was weak from healing George. I wasn't able to wake you the way I did Sirius. You were in a coma, still alive just unresponsive. It's been ten months."
She felt her shoulders sag and exhaustion set in as she realised just how long it had been.
"Death does not like to be cheated," he told her gravely.
"I'm sorry, Professor, but you didn't see Harry's reaction and the Wizarding World wasn't and still isn't ready to lose you. And, it technically wasn't my decision... It was The Siren's," she shrugged. "I know you'll have questions but unfortunately I need your help first, I think this is only temporary," she gestured to him now awake. "The book you left me, I figured it out; The Deathly Hallows... Harry already has the Invisibility Cloak, you gave him the Resurrection Stone, and you were the owner of the Elder Wand. Tommy stole your wand from the grave... But that's not the way it works, it is?" She asked knowingly.
"No, it's not," he confirmed, his eyes twinkling with the knowledge she understood.
"The Elder Wand belongs to the one that disarmed you. Once Harry has the wand, he'll become the Master of Death. He's my sibling mate; our lives were destined to intertwine. And seeing as I am able to reverse Death... That makes me the Master of Life."
Dumbledore seemed to blink in surprise. "Yes, it does," he agreed.
"As for the Horcruxes; we know about Hufflepuff's Cup, I believe Nagini is most like one, so that just leaves two." She paused and his gaze pierced hers, as if knowing the next words that were about to leave her mouth. "Horcruxes can be made from living objects... Harry and I both survived the Killing Curse, and we both have scars that connect us to Him. There has to be a reason for that." She swallowed and prepared herself. "It's us, isn't it? We're the Horcruxes."
"Yes, you are correct," he confirmed.
"And you've always known."
"I've always suspected," he denied. "I was not certain until sometime later."
She didn't believe him.
"The prophecy, one has to die so the other can live. That's why you gave Harry the Stone, so the Horcrux inside of him could be destroyed, as well as myself."
"At the time, I could not be certain that you would have the power to bring him back. As for yourself, the Horcrux inside of you was destroyed long ago."
"Excuse me?" Her voice rose slightly in surprise.
"The suffering you faced in your first year was unfortunately more severe than you realised. As a result, you, the host, temporarily died and the Horcrux had nothing to cling on to. It died with you."
"I never thought I'd be thankful for Angelina Johnson hating me so bloody much," she muttered to herself, slumping in her chair. "Harry has to die," she said aloud suddenly. She'd thought it before but it was like it was actually sinking in for the first time, and it severely unsettled her and the Siren.
"Between Harry and yourself, you can destroy Tom Riddle for good," Dumbledore said confidently.
"And banish the darkness from the world," Hermione added with a mutter, thinking of her own prophecy. "Hufflepuff's Cup, it's at Gringotts held in Bellatrix's vault. How am I supposed to break into Gringotts?"
"You don't need to," he replied. "The box that I kept hidden from you, that was in my vault and you instinctively summoned it. With you being a Horcrux –although a destroyed one– you can summon it as it will recognise you for what you used to be."
"So why can Harry speak Parseltongue and I can't?"
"The Horcrux inside Harry is still alive," his speech slowed and his eyes started to flutter closed. Her magic was wearing off and he was falling back into the coma.
"Thank you, Professor. I've done what I can for you. You have to want to come back. You have to fight," were the last words Dumbledore heard.
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Shell Cottage
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"
Her feet were barely on the ground of Shell Cottage's living room before Harry was simultaneously hugging her and yelling at her. She felt him shake against her.
"I had to protect you," was her only reply as he drew back and his eyes gave her the once over.
"What happened?" he asked her.
She glanced around at the others who were present and waiting for answers now that she was back.
"I had a premonition, of Harry, Ron and I being captured and taken to Malfoy Manor," she began, hearing Mrs. Weasley gasp softly. "I guess I was just tired and this was something that I could prevent, so after checking that Harry and Ron were safe, I made the decision to leave. I purposely triggered the Taboo and was caught and met by Bellatrix."
She lifted her sleeve, showing the freshly carved 'Blood Traitor' that marred her forearm, not blind to the expressions of horror and anger that were staring back at her, nor was she ignorant to the emotions rushing through the bond from her mates.
"It has a different meaning to others but this is because I'm a traitor to my actual bloodline, more specifically, Him... They brought Dean up from the dungeons and tortured him. I was able to get my hands free, I tried to push her away from him but..." she paused, looking down at the ground and feeling guilt fill her. "It was Fiendfyre, and...She's dead. I didn't mean to do it."
She felt physically sick. Logically she knew she was in the middle of a war and people were going to die and if anyone, Bellatrix Lestrange deserved it the most. However, she was the Master of Life and she had taken a life.
"Ye did what ye had tae do, even if it was an accident," Oliver interrupted her internal musings, which she supposed weren't so internal when three others had access to her thoughts too.
"You saved Dean's life," George said proudly.
"And she can't hurt anyone again," Fred added.
She heaved out a calming breath. "When my blood was spilt, the manor recognised me as the true owner and it fought back. I called for the elves, had them check the dungeons for other prisoners and I brought Dean here. He's upstairs resting, and now we're all caught up."
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"What are they?" Harry questioned knowingly after he and Ron had been dragged to a separate room by Hermione and she absentmindedly performed Locking and Silencing Charms.
"Helga Hufflepuff's cup, Bellatrix has it in her vault and we better act fast. I'm certain Tommy will have learned about her death by now and he might try to retrieve it."
"How'd you find out?" Ron asked curiously, taking a seat on the end of the bed.
"I saw it," she replied simply, and they knew better than to question her any further.
"How are we supposed to break into her vault?" Harry grumbled, slumping against the wall and rubbing a hand over his tired eyes.
"We don't need to, I can get it out. That box Dumbledore kept hidden from me, remember? It was in his vault."
"Brilliant!" Ron laughed a little. "And the others?"
"Nagini, and..."
"Just spit it out, Hermione," Harry snapped a little but she didn't take it to heart, even if she did glare at it a little.
She took a deep breath. "They're us, Harry. Me and you."
"What?" He and Ron chorused.
"They're us," she repeated. "The Killing Curse backfired and created accidental Horcruxes in us. Horcruxes survive by latching onto living objects. We have to die for them to be destroyed. But there's some good news."
"And what could that possibly be?" Harry muttered, his face buried in his hands.
"The Horcrux inside me was destroyed back in first-year due to the Venous Tentacula poison."
"Well, that's good for you, but what about me?" He snapped.
"You die and I bring you back to life. It's as simple as that," she shrugged, seeming unbothered.
"What? Like you brought Dumbledore back?"
"Harry, I can do it," she sighed. "In case you're forgetting, I'm still human and I'm vulnerable to magical exhaustion, just like everyone else. That night I'd been fighting in battle and I'd already healed George from a serious injury. I was too weak to save Dumbledore," she lied and it killed her to lie to him but he couldn't know yet. It wasn't the right time. "I successfully brought Sirius back, or have you forgotten that I jumped into the bloody Veil for him."
He looked a little ashamed as his cheeks tinged pink.
"So, that just leaves Nagini," Ron injected, his gaze darting between her and Harry.
"She's going to be harder to destroy," she chewed at her lip in thought. "Not only does Tommy always keep her by his side, but she's a living thing that will fight back... We can start with you. We'll have to do it tomorrow, my magic needs time to recharge and I need to be at full power, so to speak."
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Shell Cottage - Tuesday 28th April 1998
Sitting on the sand dunes, they silently watched as the waves crashed against the rock face and washed over the sand, the sky being a dull grey and the winds a gentle breeze. It was only Harry and Hermione; Ron had chosen to remain inside. She didn't blame him; there was nothing for him to do but watch and wait.
"Are you ready?" She broke the hour-long silence that had settled between them.
"Are you sure this is gonna work?" He replied, his voice a little above a whisper.
"Yes, I wouldn't hurt you," she answered confidently, even if she didn't completely feel it.
"No, only kill me," he attempted to joke.
"Harry, this is extremely hard for me. You're my sibling mate. The Siren's screaming inside of me and she's fighting for control. She wants me to stop this from happening. She doesn't understand that I'm saving you by doing this."
"Right," he sighed. "Let's just get it over with."
"Your choice, the sword or an Avada?" She offered.
"Avada, instant death, no pain," he chose with a slight shrug. "It'll be like having a nap."
"Honestly," she muttered, shaking her head at him. "This is the one spell I'd never thought I'd use."
Hermione hesitantly drew her wand from her pocket and levelled it at him.
"I'll see you when I wake up," Harry said. "And remember, in order for it to work, you have to mean it."
She nodded and tightened her grip, the two words that would forever haunt her falling from her lips. "Avada Kedavra!" A neon green beam of light jetted from her wand and hit Harry square on, his body hitting the ground.
She dropped her wand and pushed the sickly feeling back into her stomach as she rushed to his. Placing her hands on his chest, she focused her magic, her mind filling with memories, thoughts and hope. She pushed all of that and some of her own life force into him, happy, relieved tears swimming down her cheeks when Harry reared up with a gasp for air.
"Harry, are you okay?" She checked.
"Yeah," he laughed. "Can't believe you actually killed me."
She had to stop herself from smacking him.
The Horcrux was gone. That left only left the cup and Nagini.
"I don't feel any different," his brow furrowed as he looked at her in concern.
"It's been destroyed, I'm sure of it. But the connection to Tommy might temporarily still be there like mine is." He groaned at that. "But that could work in our favour."
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Weasley- Wood Cottage - Wednesday 29th April 1998
Hermione and Harry stood in the living room of Weasley-Wood Cottage, the latter in an intense stare-down with Theo, Blaise and Malfoy.
Hermione was annoyed at their childish behaviour, but this couldn't be avoided. It had to be done.
"Oh for Merlin's sake," Hermione huffed. "He's not going to kill you," Hermione rolled her eyes. Malfoy looked at her incredulously. "I wouldn't have brought him here if he was going to kill you. He knows that you were spies and not true Death Eaters and he knows that you don't care for blood," she argued.
"Then why is he here?" The blonde questioned.
"I need him to do something and it requires your help. Do you have your wand?" She checked, ignoring the look he gave her that all but said she was stupid for even asking a wizard that question. "Hold it out please, and Harry, draw your wand, too," she instructed, pleased when they didn't ask any further questions. "Harry, disarm him... Draco don't resist, just let him do it."
"Why?"
"Just do it and stop being a pain in the arse," she huffed, hearing Theo and Blaise snigger.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry called, effortlessly catching Draco's wand in his left hand.
"What was the point of that?" Blaise asked curiously.
She only smiled as she took Draco's wand from Harry and returned it to the blonde.
"Excellent, now prepare, the final battle is near, I can feel it." With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, knowing Harry was following.
"What was all that about?"
"I'll explain later," she promised.
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Shell Cottage
"Okay, we're back, now explain," Harry demanded as they slowly headed down the beach and towards the cottage.
"Alright, but don't interrupt... The Deathly Hallows are real. You have all three of them now; the Invisibility Cloak, Dumbledore gave you the Resurrection Stone – it's hidden in the snitch – and you now have the Elder Wand. It belonged to Dumbledore but as Draco disarmed him, he became the Master of the Elder wand. That's why I had you disarm him, and since you possess all three of the Deathly Hallows, you are now the Master of Death... I have the ability to heal and bring things back to life; I am the Master of Life."
She didn't notice that Harry had stopped breathing until she turned to look at him and he was going purple in the face. Hermione had to thump him on the back of the head.
"I'm the..."
"Master of Death," she finished.
"And you're the..."
"Master of Life," she nodded.
"Yeah, okay, that's what I thought you said."
"You okay?"
"Just peachy," he sighed.
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Shell Cottage - Friday 1st May 1998
Harry, Hermione and Ron sat on the beach. Hermione had been trying to conjure Hufflepuff's Cup from Bellatrix's vault for days and she had yet to succeed. The longer it took, the more she grew frustrated.
"It's not working," she huffed for the umpteenth time that morning.
"Let's try this a different way," Harry encouraged, reaching for her folded arms and drawing back with their hands clasped. "We both try. We were both Horcruxes, so it should double the connection. You can combine your magic with Fred, George and Oliver, so, why can't you do it with me, too?"
Her brow furrowed in thought and she chewed at her lip. "I suppose it's worth a try," she agreed with a sigh. "Okay, follow my lead," she instructed.
Hermione closed her eyes and focused her magic, opening herself up to Harry and allowing her mind to fill with thoughts and images of Hufflepuff's cup, imagining herself holding it in between her hands.
She wasn't sure how long had passed but Ron startled her out of her concentration.
"Bloody hell!"
Her eyes flew open, her wide gaze darting between Harry and the silver goblet that was held between their hands. She hadn't even felt it appear.
She drew back from Harry and reached for the Sword of Gryffindor, holding it out in offering to Harry.
"Your turn, Chosen One."
"That's not funny," Harry remarked but his lip twitched.
They all climbed to their feet and the goblet was partly buried in the sand as they surrounded it. Harry raised the sword high and brought it down swiftly, the sword stopping just before it made contact. Harry gritted his teeth as he physically fought off the psychological attack of the Horcrux. He tried to finish the swing but only succeeded when Hermione's hand settled on his shoulder, offering encouragement and strength.
Ungodly shrieks pierced the air and black liquid seeped from the goblet and into the sand, the strains clumped together. Harry's shoulders and chest heaved as he dropped the heavy sword to the ground and fell to his knees.
"One to go," Hermione said aloud, somewhat in disbelief.
Unexpectedly, Harry doubled over, clutching at his scar painfully and she felt the sting of her own, searing down her back.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"He knows, he knows that we're after Horcruxes. He's heading to Hogwarts now!"
They all shared a glance before Hermione conjured up her Patronus.
"The Final Battle is here. He's going to Hogwarts!"
~000~000~000~
Hogwarts
Being held back, she struggled against Fred's hold, her screams cutting through all other sounds and silencing those around her. It wasn't supposed to happen. She'd 'killed' Harry in order to destroy the Horcrux, so in turn, they could destroy Voldemort. Harry wasn't supposed to die, not again, especially not at the hands of Voldemort. This wasn't part of the plan. How had it happened?
Hagrid, the loveable friendly giant, with his hands and feet in chains, carried Harry's lifeless body across the courtyard, surrounded by Death Eaters and with Tom Riddle himself leading the way forward.
The pain and anguish were felt by all, not just Fred, George and Oliver, but for them, it was worse because of their bond. Harry wasn't just her best friend; he was her sibling mate, her family, their family.
She'd already suffered a death scare with Fred, and luckily, she'd been turning the corner just as the explosion sounded out and part of the castle wall fell towards him. If it hadn't been for her panic and instinct, she wouldn't have thrust her hands out, sending not only Fred but Percy, too, off to the side and out of the way. Unfortunately, two Death Eaters hadn't been so lucky.
She hadn't wanted to leave his side but Fred had been able to convince her that she was needed elsewhere. If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't have come across Oliver and Charlie in the entrance courtyard duelling three Death Eaters. Just before her fireballs collided with their targets, a ricocheting Avada narrowly missed Oliver, only doing so because she pushed him to the ground.
Before she'd learned of Harry's death, she'd come across Bill, Sirius and George in a battle with Fenrir Greyback and two other members of his pack. By this point, her nerves were frayed, she was terrified and she was angry, and the Siren took control. She couldn't remember what had happened, she only knew they were dead.
And, after all of that, she had failed to save her little brother. She was oblivious to Neville giving his courageous speech as she struggled to get free from the arms that held her hostage.
"I'm sorry, Princess. He's gone," George whispered into her ear, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
"No, he can't be. He just can't be!" She argued, doubling her efforts to break free.
"You are correct, Miss Blake, Harry has not yet passed on," the voice, despite not being overly loud drew all attention.
Hermione stiffened, her eyes looking over her shoulder as Dumbledore unexpectedly appeared, the crowd of fighters parting in silent disbelief and making way. He winked at Hermione, his eyes twinkling as he passed. Too many emotions flooded her, not even being certain if they were her own or someone else's.
"Your parents would be very proud, my dear boy," Dumbledore smiled down at Neville before he gently pushed him behind him.
"DUMBLEDORE!" Voldemort roared angrily. "HOW?!"
"It would appear that Miss Blake is incredibly stubborn and she refused to let me pass," Dumbledore replied, remarkably calm given the situation.
Voldermort's bloody gaze darted to her, and for the first time that night, she saw the panic and fear within him. She thanked Merlin, the Founders, and every deity there was that Dumbledore had fought to return and that he'd managed to do so when they needed him the most.
"Please, Tom, surrender. You are not going to be victorious this night."
"You've always been a fool, Dumbledore."
A chorused gasp of horror sounded from the crowd when the telling green light jetted from Voldemort's wand, colliding with the red beam from Dumbledore's, resulting in a ricochet that took down yet another wall and caused more damage to the castle.
Another deflected curse resulted in the death of one of Voldemort's own, and in retaliation, the battle recommenced, the crowds parrying back and forth. Just as Hermione broke free from Fred, only because he pulled her to the ground to avoid being levelled by an Unforgiveable, she pulled herself to her feet with the intention to take Tom out herself, but she was halted in her steps when Harry unexpectedly launched from Hagrid's grasp, literally springing to life.
A sob escaped her, this time, one of relief.
"It worked, it worked!" She cried happily.
'What worked?' Her three mates chorused in confusion.
Harry hit Voldemort from behind, pulling him into a three-way duel with himself and Dumbledore. Voldemort couldn't possibly look to be filled with any more rage. The end was near.
"NEVILLE!" Hermione called, seeing he was in possession of the sword. "THE SNAKE! YOU HAVE TO KILL IT!"
Without any hesitation, he bravely ran through the crowd and straight for Nagini, not allowing anyone to stop him or get in his way. She followed his path to offer some help, but he didn't need it. Before she'd even reached him, he'd sliced the sword through the Horcrux, separating the head from the body.
"That's seven!" Hermione muttered. She turned in a circle, searching for Harry. "HARRY!" She called, his gaze briefly sweeping between her and the dead snake whilst Dumbledore kept Voldemort's attention.
"It's time to end this."
"I agree, Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed.
In some unspoken agreement, Dumbledore stepped back and turned his focus to helping those in need, allowing Harry to fulfil the prophecy in defeating Voldemort.
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
The spells collided, all duels halting to a stop as they watched the scene unfold, waiting to see who would be victorious. They were fighting for control as sparks flew in every direction.
She waited with bated breath, the gleam of the sword in Neville's grasp catching her eye. And, suddenly, understanding hit her; she knew what she had to do. There were two prophecies.
Taking the sword from Neville, she crept up behind Voldemort, catching Harry's gaze before she sunk the sword straight into his back, piercing his stomach. He roared in anger and pain, losing focus and that was all it took for Harry to gain the advantage, his spell breaking through Voldemort's and hitting its target.
Hermione stepped back and took the sword with her, Voldemort falling to the ground briefly, before he burst into flames, the ashes being swept away into the wind.
It was over.
~000~000~000~
Hermione stepped into the great hall to see the injured being tended to and the dead being covered. So many dead; Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil, Colin Creevey, Snape, Moody, Angelina Johnson, and Trelawney, just to name a few.
As she headed for Oliver's father who was being treated for a broken arm and ankle, he was already surrounded by the rest of the family. Despite the tense and sombre atmosphere, there was laughter to be heard and smiles to be seen.
"I'll take care of it," she offered, ignoring the strange glance she received from the Healer but he didn't argue as there were so many others that needed to be treated also.
"So many dead," commented Mrs. Weasley sadly, being tucked into her husband's side.
"I can't bring them back, there's too many and too much time has passed," Hermione responded, placing her hand on Mr. Wood's head and allowing her magic to heal his injuries.
"Life an' Death shouldn't be messed with; it should be left up tae nature," Mrs. Wood injected. Harry and Hermione shared a knowing smile.
"Well, when one life ends another begins," Hermione sighed tiredly, her eyes cataloguing the number of covered bodies, her hand unconsciously moving to settle against her stomach. Something she didn't think she'd done before.
"Hermione -" Oliver began, having noticed the movement and the expression on his face being unreadable.
"- Are you -" George continued.
"- Pregnant?" Fred finished in a whisper off disbelief, all three of them knowing instantly when she let the barrier drop in her mind.
Her teeth sunk into her lower lip and she nodded bashfully. "About 10 weeks."
A number of reactions and emotions took place and before she knew it, she was in a bone-crushing, organ-displacing hug with her soon-to-be husbands. She'd never seen them so happy.
"Grandbabies, Granbabies!" Mrs. Weasley cried, somehow wrestling her from their hold.
"A'm gonna be a grandma!" Mrs. Wood added, joining the embrace.
"I'm going to be an aunt!" Ginny screeched and she launched herself at Hermione.
Ginny was pulled away from Hermione and replaced by an excited Charlie, who looked to be more excited than everyone combined.
"Forget you! I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!"
"Oi, move over, it's our turn. We're going to be uncles, too," Bill fought, Hermione finding herself being passed around the group.
"I can't believe you're pregnant. I just thought you were throwing up because the food was disgusting and I thought your mood swings... were, well you know... girl problems," Ron whispered, going red in the face. Hermione and Ginny both hit him in the arm.
"How long have you known?" Asked Ginny.
"Not long, only figured it out myself last week and I still haven't processed it quite yet."
Harry smiled widely and hugged her tightly. "I'm happy for you, Hermione," he said sincerely. "I love you."
"I know, I love you too, Harry."
"I can't believe you're pregnant. You're all grown up," Sirius muttered, looking to be on the verge of tears as he pulled her to him.
"I was kind of hoping you'd be one of the godfathers."
"I'd be honoured," he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before drawing back. "Wait, one of them? You're having more than one kid?"
"Oh, Merlin! How many?" Mrs. Weasley all but squealed.
"Oh, you know," she laughed lightly. "Just four."
"Quadruplets?" They chorused unintentionally.
"The first Wizarding World born quadruplets in history," she added proudly, finding herself back with her mates.
"Who's the father?" Ron asked without thought.
"Ronald!" Mrs. Weasley scolded.
Hermione laughed. "They all are. I can't get pregnant unless the Siren wants me to, and that's the reason I didn't remain behind or stay away from the battle. It wouldn't have happened if it wasn't supposed to, and I was supposed to be here. I don't know if they will have characteristics from all of us, if they will be identical or if they will only have the DNA of their father," she shrugged.
"We don't mind how they turn out," George promised.
"Just as long as they're healthy," Fred added with a grin that was so wide it should've been painful.
"An' they love Quidditch," Oliver said and everyone laughed at him.
"I can't believe it. Four!" Ron shook his head. "You're almost on your way to having a Quidditch team, hell, you're halfway to catching up to Mum!"
"And we're not stopping there!" Fred vowed. "This place is gonna be overrun with little Quidditch-obsessed gingers, and book-obsessed smarty-robes!"
"McGonagall might consider early retirement when she finds out," Harry laughed.