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17 years ago…


Everyone began to cheer as Voldemort fell. The war was over and everyone was completely safe. Harry began hugging all his friends until he realized someone was missing.

He turned to Ron with a curious look on his face, “hey, where’s Hermione? In her letters, she said she’d be here.”

Hermione disappeared nine months ago saying that she was going to stay with her parents for a while, just in case, in Australia. She only wrote a few letters to Harry and Ron, but she said that she would never miss helping them out in the war. So, where was she?

Ron shrugged, “I haven’t seen her here. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen her since she left nine months ago.”

Harry got a worried look on his face, “I hope she’s alright.”

“Come on, mate. Cheer up! I bet she’s fine; don’t worry about her! Let’s just celebrate the fact that you defeated the darkest wizard of all time!” Ron said.

Everyone cheered again and a huge smile popped onto Harry’s face.

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Hermione Granger sat on the bed in her room reading a book. The day before, she heard that Voldemort was defeated. She couldn’t have been happier. So, she erased her parents’ memories again and left them in Australia. She, however, moved to a small town in London. She bought a small two bedroom house.

She wanted to be there to celebrate with Harry and her friends, but she couldn’t. She had her reasons and she wasn’t ready to show them to her friends. They’d hate her forever; they’d never talk to her again.

She placed her book lightly on the nightstand, trying not to lean over her stomach so much. Yes, that’s right, Hermione Granger was eighteen and pregnant. Nine months pregnant, that is. Every time she would look at herself in the mirror, she’d cry.

This wasn’t supposed to happen; she was not supposed to be pregnant. She left because she couldn’t face Ron, her first love, with the news. Normally he would have been happy, but he wouldn’t be if she told him the truth. This child was not Ron Weasley’s.

Every time she thought of that night, tears fogged her vision. What happened was a mistake. The father of her child didn’t even know she was pregnant.

It was back in Hogwarts at the beginning of seventh year. She was happily dating Ron and she was feeling good about herself for once. She turned a corner and bumped into someone.

“Watch it, Granger!”

Her eyes narrowed at Malfoy. He was a foul git and Hermione wanted to hex him into the next millennium. “You watch it Malfoy.”

She shoved past him but he grabbed her wrist tightly. She whimpered in pain, but he didn’t let go. “You better watch your foul mouth, Granger.”

“Shove off!” She tried to pull herself out of his grip but she was unsuccessful. His fingers digging into her skin sent pains throughout her whole body. “Let go of me, you stupid ferret!”

“No.”

“WHY NOT?!” she screamed. She was getting extremely frustrated.

He smirked, remembering what his friends dared him to do. He looked around, making sure that no one was around. When he saw there were no students for yards, he leaned his face down and kissed her hard and passionately.

She’d never been kissed like that and being the stupid seventeen year old girl she was then, she melted into his arms. She was stupid. And because she was so stupid, she followed him.

Hermione buried her face in her large stomach and cried. She’d done a lot of crying lately. A sharp pain went through her stomach. ‘No, not now.’ Hermione thought to herself. She knew she couldn’t go to St. Mungo’s; she had to go to a nearby hospital. She felt another pain and once she stood up, her water broke. She grabbed her keys off the counter and headed out the door to the nearest hospital.

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“Congratulations Hermione, you have just given birth to a baby girl.”

Hermione grabbed the bundle that was wrapped in a pink blanket. She whipped the dripping sweat from her forehead and smiled down at the little angel. She now knew that nine long, hard months carrying her and 15 long, hard hours in labor was worth it.

“What would you like to name her?”

Hermione looked up at the person who helped her deliver her daughter. “Alana Beatrice Granger.”

She wrote it down, “are you sure you don’t want her to have her father’s last name?”

“Definitely not.”

She nodded, “alright, I’ll give you a few minutes with her. A nurse will be in shortly to get her for DNA and things of that nature.” She smiled and slowly left the room.

Hermione looked down at her child and stroked her cheek. She had beautiful, light brown hairs on top of her head, just like Hermione’s. It was then that she opened her little eyes. Hermione felt her heart drop. She didn’t have the chocolate eyes Hermione was hoping for. She had grey, blue ones; the same eyes as Draco Malfoy.

She shook it off. She didn’t care; she was never going to see Malfoy again, so it was okay. Hermione could’ve sworn she saw Alana smile as her.

“Hello, beautiful. I’m your mum. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Hermione felt a tear of joy run down her cheek.

Alana closed her eyes again and fell asleep just as the nurse walked in and took her away. “Get some rest, you need it.”

Hermione rested her head on the pillow and instantly fell asleep. However, she had a bad dream. She dreamt that Voldemort returned and he was strong than ever. She saw him killing and burning. She woke up with a start a few hours later and immediately forgot the dream.

She took a few deep, slow breaths and thought about the yeard to come and how difficult they were going to be for her. She had enough money to support a child from her parents, but as Alana grew, she didn’t know what she was going to do.

However, one thing was for sure. Alana Beatrice Granger would never set foot in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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