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From Nightmares To Sweet Dreams by CadenceWeasley
Chapter 34 : The Trouble
 
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“A boy? It’s a boy?” George sputtered out. Tears were flowing steadily out of Hermione’s eyes now. She was so happy. George’s head was spinning with confusion. A son? He was going to have a son? A little Fred of his own? George clutched onto Hermione’s shoulder.

“George, are you alright?” Hermione was now the one to worry. Molly was behind him, placing him in a seat. His whole family was staring at him and Hermione, unsure how to handle the situation.

“I’m going to have a son?” George croaked out after several silent moments passed. Hermione nodded.

“Is that not what you wanted?” Harry asked him, which was a relief for Hermione, since she didn’t feel like she could form words at the moment. George turned and looked at him, offended.

“Of course it’s what I wanted! A boy! I’m going to have a son!” George squealed, jumping out the chair and hugging Hermione. He placed his forehead against hers.

“Thank you so much for making me the happiest man on the earth. Thank you, for everything.” He whispered to her. She blushed madly and kissed his soft lips. The rest of the Weasley’s cheered and congratulated the couple on their news and began to part ways. George and Hermione were the last to floo back to their flat. Both felt like they were on cloud nine. A boy! George and Hermione busied themselves by getting ready for bed, but neither of them could stop smiling or saying how excited they were. After an hour, they were finally in bed, waiting for sleep to take them over. George’s arm, delicately placed around Hermione’s growing waist.

“I’m so happy, really. I know this was all unexpected, but I can’t think of having it any other way.” George whispered to her.

“Me either. I’m glad this happened, I’m glad this happened with you.” Hermione told him.

“I love you.” George said as he kissed her cheek.

“And I love you.” Hermione smiled whole-heartedly. Their lives were finally getting back on track. Soon, they were both soundlessly asleep. And Hermione found herself in a nightmare.

“Having a baby with that blood-traitor?” That shrilling voice made her ache in the most horrible way.

“That baby should be put to death. Should be killed for what its parents are, filthy and scum.” Bellatrix hissed into Hermione’s ear. They were in an operating room of sorts, white and clean, with tools placed around the room on trays.

“Shut up.” Hermione commanded, gritting her teeth. She was seething with anger. She lunged to grab at Bellatrix’s long, vicious hair, but found that she was tied down. Hermione was panicking now, trying desperately to find a way to release her limbs from the restraints. But there wasn’t a way out. The restraints had locks on them. Bellatrix laughed evilly at Hermione’s attempts.

“Stupid mudblood.” Bellatrix spat at her. Bellatrix pulled a sharp scalpel from one of the trays.

“What are you doing?” Hermione shouted as Bellatrix walked towards her with a wicked glint in her eye.

“I’m doing the world a favor, getting rid of the pest.” Bellatrix whispered sickly in Hermione’s ear as the cold blade touched the skin of her stomach. The blade dug in deep to Hermione’s flesh. Her body was overtaken by pain and fear. All she could think of was her baby, just before she passed out.

Hermione awoke, screaming. George sat up with a bolt, worried. Hermione reached under the sheets, to her stomach. She slowly pulled her hands back and they were covered in blood. George was already out of bed, scooped her up in his arms and apparted them to St. Mungo’s.


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