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Chapter Seven: An Unexpected Guest

The meeting dragged on for Draco for what seemed like hours. So far they hadn’t really mentioned anything that either they didn’t already know or that wasn’t extremely important. It was after about an hour when Remus directed the attention of the group to the new girl that was seated at Draco’s right. Every single pair of eyes turned abruptly to the young woman with waist length black hair and piercing green eyes. As Hermione looked at her, she couldn’t help but feel like the girl looked familiar. She stared for a moment as the girl fidgeted in her seat, glancing around at everyone and even locked eyes with Hermione for a fraction of a second when it dawned on Hermione why the girl seemed familiar---the eyes. She had those piercing green eyes that looked like etched emeralds and instantly Hermione felt her heart lift as she was reminded of her best friend, the friend that also had those piercing emerald green eyes. She snapped back to reality as the young woman with the emerald eyes and ebony hair as she opened her mouth finally and began to speak softly…so softly it was almost inaudible.

“Um, hello.” The girl started, her eyes darting around the table and coming to a rest on her hands which were folded tightly on the table in front of her. “My name is Bethany Monroe. I am 22 years old and I’ve been in communication with the Order for about five years now, ever since they were able to locate me again and fill me in on the events that were going on.”

Hermione dazed out for a moment while the girl continued to introduce herself and caught a glimpse of something that was in the girl’s clasped hands….a sterling silver chain with a brilliant golden snitch hanging from it.

Hermione stared at it for a few moments and then something on the snitch caught her attention….there was initials engraved on it. She looked closer at it, which was somewhat difficult being on the other side of the table but she squinted hard enough and she could finally make them out and when she did she gasped loudly for there in small black script were the initials HP and HG.

Oh my gods! How did she get that? Hermione thought, her mind reeling with mild anger and confusion.

Interrupting the girl’s speech, Hermione launched herself from her chair and bolted around the table, her eyes blazing in confusion and anger. The eyes from every single member there were focused now on Hermione as she reached the other side of the table where the girl was sitting. Bethany was staring at her in shock and fear as Hermione grabbed her arm and pulled her stiffly to her feet. Draco stood up from his seat and tried to pull Hermione off of the girl but Hermione shoved him back. She grabbed the necklace from the girl’s hand.

“Where did you get this?!?!” Hermione hollered, leaving the rest of the table staring in confusion, while she shook the necklace in the young woman’s face.

“Tell me now damn it! Where did you get this necklace?” she screamed again, barely 3 inches from Bethany’s face, Hermione eyes clouded with anger and tears spilling from her eyes. Bethany looked at her in confusion and shock but before she could answer, Remus stood up and caught everyone’s attention.

“Hermione! What is this about?” Remus asked, his voice raised above that of the angry girl.

“This is Harry’s necklace!” She said and heard a couple gasps come from around the table.

“What do you mean Hermione?” Remus asked again. “Are you sure? I mean those snitch necklaces are rather popular.”

Hermione held up the necklace to Bethany’s face and pointed out the engravings to everyone else. “Look, see? It’s engraved…HP and HG. I gave this to him for Christmas last year!” Hermione said again, her voice now cracking as sobs shook her body and she collapsed. Luckily Draco caught her before she hit the floor and she broke into loud sobs in his arms, still clutching the necklace tightly.

The rest of the room suddenly ceased all talking and the only noise that could be heard was the sound of Hermione’s sobs. As Draco held on to her, he slowly brought her back to her feet and sat her in a chair, kneeling beside her with her head in his chest. Her sobs slowed down and her breathing became more normal again. Remus took this as an opportunity to address the question that everyone was thinking. He cleared his voice a couple times and finally gained the attention of the others.

“Okay, well I was hoping that this wouldn’t happen like this but now that it has, Bethany, I think this is the time to tell everyone who you are.” Remus said gently, looking at Bethany who had now sat back down and was looking quite shaken at the events that had just transcribed. All eyes were on her again as she fought to find her voice.

“Um, well, yes. As I was saying, my name is Bethany Monroe. I was adopted when I was four years old because my biological family was in danger and the Order and everyone thought it was the best way to keep me safe.” She said, her eyes never leaving her hands which were now wringing themselves nervously on the table. “My real name is Elizabeth….um Elizabeth Potter.”

Suddenly the eyes of most of the members grew to twice the normal size and Hermione stared at her in utter disbelief. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Was this woman Harry’s sister? A close relative of some sort?

Feeling the tension in the room and understanding everyone’s unspoken questions, Remus spoke up, taking over for the nervous young woman.

“I know what you all must be thinking and yes, Elizabeth or Heather as she is known as now, is Harry’s biological older sister. Lily and James gave birth to Elizabeth a few months after graduating from Hogwarts. However, when the prophecy was given and the danger became clear for the Potter family when Lily was pregnant with Harry, they discussed things with Dumbledore and everyone agreed that the best thing was to hide her out with a new family in hopes that Voldemort would never know what happened to her.

"She was never in any actual immediate danger as our Death Eater spy at the time informed us, neither female Potter was in actual danger. Voldemort was only seeking James and Harry. Lily chose her fate by refusing to back down and protecting Harry the night they were murdered.” Remus explained to the shell-shocked Order members.

“For the past year, Remus has been having me research anything and everything I can find on the Book of the Dead.” Bethany continued. “And that is where I guess you come in, Hermione.”

Hermione looked shocked again as Harry’s unknown sister directed the conversation to her. She was still sitting in the chair beside her with Draco directly behind her in a chair that he pulled up. She was still clutching Harry’s necklace in her hand but her crying had stopped and now she was listening intently.

“We’ve decided, after many months of planning, to attempt another mission into Malfoy Manor to try and get to that book. Being that we all now know the story of that book, Hermione, we need you on this one.” Remus continued, looking directly at Hermione who nodded almost eagerly since she’d been waiting for an opportunity like this one for months. Draco, however, did not seem at all pleased with the idea of his pregnant fiancé going back to that place after what happened there before--especially in her condition.

The meeting went on for about another 30 minutes and everyone began dispersing till the only ones left in the house were Draco, Hermione, Ron, Bethany, and Remus. The five were sitting at the dining room table still, sipping on coffee and tea and munching on some delicious pastries that Mrs. Weasley had made and Ron had nabbed and brought over. Hermione and Bethany were talking quietly to each other, getting to know about each other.

Hermione learned that Harry never really knew his sister. He had only even learned that she existed a couple of years ago and Hermione began wondering why he never mentioned it. Apparently reading her thoughts, Bethany told her that it was because the Order thought it best that no body find out just in case anything got back to Voldemort that she was still alive somewhere and tried to get to her and use her for leverage against Harry.

Bethany told her that after Harry’s death the previous February, Professor McGonagall had sent her the necklace so that she would have something special to remind her of her brother who she never got a chance to meet. She knew that it had been a gift from Hermione because in the many letters that the two had shared, Harry had told her almost everything about Hermione.

“Hermione,” Bethany began. “I just wanted to tell you thank you.”

“For what? I haven’t done anything.” Hermione said, slightly confused.

“Just for being there for Harry when I wasn’t able to. As a big sister, I guess it should’ve been my job to watch out for him and try to protect him so I thank you for doing it for me. And for loving him.” She told Hermione. Hermione looked down at her hands at that, sighing loudly.

“He loved you very much, Hermione. And all he’d ever wanted was for you to be happy, no matter what. I just thought you might need to hear it.” Bethany told her, touching Hermione’s arm gently. Hermione nodded solemnly.


A little while later, Ron and Bethany had both left, leaving Draco and Hermione alone in Grimmauld Place. Draco got up and prepared to go home as well. He walked over to where Hermione was still sitting, staring solemnly into her cup of tea, twirling it around absentmindedly with a spoon.

“Mia, honey, come on. It’s getting late. Lets go home.” He said, hoping that she had forgotten their earlier argument. He was tired and all he wanted to do was go home and make love to Hermione and then fall asleep in her arms. Hermione lifted her head slightly and just stared at him for a moment.

“Alright, but we need to finish our conversation from earlier.” Hermione said, getting up from her chair, breaking her gaze from Draco and leaving the house…Draco following closely behind.

The couple apparated back to their house and they both walked towards their bedroom like normal. They changed into their nightclothes and were just about to climb into bed groggily when Hermione suddenly stopped abruptly.

“Draco, I think perhaps that one of us should sleep somewhere else tonight.” She said quietly, her heart aching with every word.

She didn’t want to sleep without him but after what happened earlier, she wasn’t even sure about anything anymore and she knew that being next to him in their bed wouldn’t help her figure things out.

Draco looked at her in complete shock, his mouth sitting open as he just stared at her.

“What?” He asked, hoping that he really didn’t hear her correctly. “Please tell me you aren’t serious about that?!”

As Draco stood on the other side of their bed staring dumbfounded at her, Hermione made her point by picking her robe back up from the edge of the bed and slipping it over her shoulders. She turned and headed towards the guest room that was attached to their own room.

“Where are you going? You can not be serious, Hermione! We’re engaged to be married, we bought this house together and now you’re going to sleep in another room? What in the bloody hell is your problem lately? And please, for the love of the gods, do not throw some stupid “it’s hormones” rubbish at me either because I am not buying it!” Draco said, rushing towards the door before she could get to it and blocking her path.

“Draco,” Hermione pleaded, not wanting to get into another fight at the moment.

“No Hermione. I want to know whats going on with you…with us for that matter! We were just fine until you got that bloody letter from Hogwarts and now you’re even sneaking out while I’m sleeping to go to some stupid meeting? Not to mention getting all cuddly with some Bulgarian git that you claim is “just a friend”. Seriously, Hermione, tell me what you want because I really don’t get it.” Draco bellowed at her, rooted firmly in place, refusing to move until she talked to him.

Hermione sighed. “Fine Draco. You want to know whats going on? Fine, I’ll tell you what’s going on! Ever since I got that blasted letter from McGonagall, you’ve been acting entirely selfish! Ever since that stupid attack, ever since we found out we’re having a baby, you’ve been treating me like your bloody property! You practically refuse to let me do anything and I’ll be damned if I simply lay down and let you treat me like that!” She spat.

“Well how the bloody hell do you expect me to act, Hermione?! You were almost killed! You are caring mine, OUR, daughter and you just don’t seem to care one way or the other! You don’t even want to acknowledge that you’re pregnant! Tell me Hermione, would you feel so much better if that never happened?” Draco shot back at her, his emotions getting the best of him.

Hermione glared at him. Did she really wish that she had never found out she was pregnant? Did she really not care? Did she really want things to end between them? Her mind was running a million miles a minutes with questions and for the first time in her life, she did not have any of the answers. Her stone façade faltered and her eyes softened. She turned from Draco, not wanting to look him in the eyes because she knew that if she did, she’d never be able to say anything. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, quietly and as calmly as she could.

“Draco, I love you, I really do. But lately I’ve just been confused. I know that I love you and I want to be with you but recently I’ve been feeling almost smothered. I feel like ever since I found out I’m pregnant I’ve totally lost all sight of who I am. Normally I would jump at any chance to jump in the face of danger and wouldn’t hesitate to go into the middle of a battle just because I was needed. But now, it’s like you treat me like some “precious treasure” who will break if I do anything but sit still. That’s not me, Draco, and if you don’t know that by now, after knowing me for over seven years, then you really don’t know me at all.” By this time, Hermione’s eyes were starting to fill with moisture and she was fighting to hold everything back.

“And exactly where does that leave me? While you are out there risking not only your own life but our child’s life as well, what am I supposed to do? Just sit back and hope that you both come back alright? No, Hermione, I’m sorry but I cant do that. I cant just sit back and watch as you risk my family’s lives! I don’t think so, it’s not gonna happen!” Draco yelled back at her, unable to fathom how she can be so selfish about the whole thing.

“So what do you plan to do? Keep me locked up in the house or follow me around and spy on me all the time? I wont tolerate that Draco!” She shot back at him.

“Oh, okay, so I’m just supposed to tolerate you running around and going on dangerous missions that could endanger our daughter? Yea that just makes so much bloody sense Hermione! Would you listen to yourself for once?!”

“No, Draco, maybe you should listen to yourself! How the bloody hell would you feel if something happened to you and all of a sudden I started trying to forbid you to live your life and do what you are supposed to do? This is my LIFE Draco! This is what I do and you KNEW that before we got involved!”

“I know, and I love that about you but I cannot and will not sit by and watch you put our child in danger! Just like this new mission they were discussing tonight! You’ve been in there, you know what goes on and what the Death Eaters can do and yet you’d eagerly jump back into the fire and go through it all again! Have you forgotten what happened last time you were there, Hermione!?” Draco shot out and almost immediately regretted bringing it up as Hermione’s face contorted into a look of hatred and heartbreak.

“How dare you!” She growled at him, her eyes glaring into his own.

“How dare you bring Harry’s death into this argument! Do you honestly believe that I’ve forgotten? That I don’t think about that day every single day and night of the past seven months!? I blame myself for that almost every day…Harry was my best friend, Draco! Something you wouldn’t know anything about!” She yelled at him, her anger boiling over.

Draco stepped back from her, a look of fear on his face as he watched Hermione’s anger grow with each word she spoke. And as her anger grew, she began to emit a light blue glow. He’d never seen anything like it and he was almost terrified to ever see it again. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he definitely did not like it.

“Hermione, Mia, honey please calm down. Sweetheart, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have brought it up.” Draco said softly, trying to calm her down enough to get rid of the frightening glow.

After about a minute, the glow subsided and Hermione (who apparently had no idea that she had been glowing) turned on her heel and walked directly to the wardrobe on the other side of the room, throwing it open and pulling out her old school trunk, which had been shrunk to fit easily on the top of the wardrobe. Draco watched as she began yanking clothing off of the hangers and tossing them hastily into the trunk that was now full size again. He approached her carefully.

“Mia, what are you doing?” He asked quietly. He could tell she was still angry and he did not want to push her buttons again.

“What the bloody hell does it look like Malfoy? Its called ‘packing’, you moron. Its what you do when you are leaving and need your things with you.” She told him, continuing to pack, with anger evident in her ragged voice.

“Packing for what? Where are you going?” He asked, starting to become nervous.

“I’m leaving, Malfoy. After all you said, I’ve come to realize that this thing that we had has gone on far too long.” She told him, closing the trunk and locking it with her wand. Draco looked at her stunned, unable to believe she was really going to leave him.

“Mia, honey, please. It was just a fight, a stupid fight. I’m sorry that I said that about Harry, it was over the line and uncalled for. Please, baby, don’t leave.” He asked her, trying to take her hand but she just jerked away from his touch and shrunk her trunk again, bending over to pick it up and placed it on a near by table.

“No, Draco. I have to do this. This is just the way it’s supposed to be. We are not supposed to be together and slowly it’s becoming evident to me that we are simply too different.” She told him, transfiguring her robe and pajamas into jeans, trainers, and a sweater.

She picked up her shrunken trunk and placed it into her pocket, shoving her wand in her back pocket. She walked over to the bedroom door, Draco just watching her the whole time unsure of exactly what was going on…it was just too unbelievable to him.

Just as she reached the door and was about to walk from the room, she stopped suddenly and lowered her head, but did not turn to face him.

“I’m sorry Draco. This was not how I was intending this to go. I just want you to know that I really do love you and I probably always will.” With that said, she walked from the room leaving Draco standing there speechless and teary-eyed.

A/N: Okay first of all, sorry about ending the chapter like that! Also I just wanted to let you all know that this might possibly be the last chapter for awhile. I'm moving in a couple days and have no clue when I'm going to gain access to the internet again. I am going to try to get another chapter done and posted before I leave but just in case, I want you all to know that my readers are wonderful and I love every one of you. I promise I will not stop writing and that someday, hopefully sooner than later, this story WILL be done and so will the next one in the series. Thank you again for all your wonderful reviews and thoughtful words!

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