The Law

Chapter Eleven


Hermione sat at the end of a row of prisoners that were all tied to the chairs. She panted through each one of the contractions, each getting longer and closer together. One of the guards came over to her and told her to be quiet.


She looked up to the man, panting as she motioned him down towards her. When he was close enough, she grabbed him by his ears in a painful grip as she growled, “I am giving birth, you ass! That means something the size of a watermelon is being pushed out an orifice the size of a walnut! So unless you want me to put a watermelon up into your nose and pull it out the most painful way possible, leave me alone, little man!”


That was when another contraction hit her, the man screamed as it felt like she practically yanked his ears off of his head. By the time the contraction finished, the man was on the ground in severe pain as Hermione was slumped in the chair panting.


When the other guards looked over from her to their fallen comrade and back to her she said, “I don’t care who you think you are, you do not mess with women in labor. We will take you out.”


“Oh the memories,” Lucius said coolly. “Reminds me of Narcissa when she was in labor with Draco. But she went for something much more sensitive.” He looked over to his son. “This explains why you never had any siblings.”


“Too much information,” Draco muttered.


“I’ll go for that next,” Hermione hissed as another contraction started.


At those words all the guards stepped back away from her, looking at her as if they were expecting her head to start spinning at any moment. It was Sirius that broke in right then.


“Hermione, call to them,” he told her. “Call to them!”


“Who are you talking about?” she cried, panting as she tried to use breathing control to make the pain go away. “It hurts!”


“Call to them all! They will come to you!” he snapped.


It was Draco who went on with what the other man was saying. “Call them, Hermione, let go of your control and call them!”


“Who?” she demanded between clenched teeth, as she was clearly in pain.


“All of them! Let your control go and call them all!” Draco yelled. “Do it now or you are never going to be able to see your baby alive!”


The walls of her control crashed like a masonry barrier. Hermione’s power hit Sirius and Draco like a sonic wave. They were soon clawing at their ropes, growling and sniping at their guards, and pleading to them at the same time to free them. This, Severus thought, wasn’t a good sign.


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First the dogs arrived. Small, large, fat, skinny, loud and quiet they all came and were able to take out the guards on the outskirts. Next came the wolves. So many wolves came flooding in afterwards. They cleared the rest of the way through the compound so that all that was heard from the mansion was screaming and wails of pain. The guards in the house were now looking nervous.


Hermione was panting hard, looking towards the doors. She looked straight over to the guards still in the room. “They are coming. And when they get here, they are going to kill you in the most painful way possible.”


There was a werewolf howl, coming from outside.


Draco threw back his head and joined the call. The dogs and the wolves joined in as well. Sirius joined in next. The guards all looked scared out of their minds now. But it wasn’t until Hermione threw back her head and screamed did they run as if for their very lives.


Bill and Remus punched through the French doors. Soon Remus was next to Hermione, tearing the ropes off.


“Remus…baby…coming…now…!” she panted.


“I know,” he said, looking over to see Bill freeing the others. “Where is she? Where is Fleur?”


“We haven’t seen her since she left the room an hour ago,” Severus answered as he went about helping to release the others as well.


Remus scooped Hermione up and ran her over to the closest bed. Putting her down, he checked just how far along she was. The baby was crowning. He looked back into her eyes as she grabbed a hold of his shoulders.


“It’s a beautiful head,” he whispered.


“Remus?”


“What, kitten?”


She pulled him closer, sniffing up one side of him and huffed into his shaggy blond hair, when she recognized his scent. Pulling back slightly she let out a low keening as another contraction began.


“Hold on, kitten,” he cooed. “We’re nearly there.”


Fifteen minutes later it was a crying Remus that slipped his swaddled baby boy into her arms. He was going about cleaning her up when he heard a closely flung curse hitting its mark. Fleur fell to the floor boneless, her dead eyes staring out sightless. Bill limped over to her. Kicking her for good measure, he looked over to the new parents.


“A girl or a boy?” he asked hoarsely.


“What’s the name of your house in France?” Remus inquired, not entirely trusting his sense of smell.


“The Shell House,” Bill answered.


Remus finished cleaning her up as he said, “Bill, we have a beautiful baby boy.”


The eldest Weasley smiled at that. “What’s his name?”


“William,” Hermione murmured. “After his godfather.”


Tears of pride welled in his blue eyes as he walked over and said, “Then don’t you think it’s about time I get to hold him?”


***


Within the next hours everything was cleaned up in the mansion and all the guards put under arrest. It was found out during this time that the Ministry officials that had past the law were in fact doppelgangers and were taken into custody. The prisoners were interrogated and the others were found in a different location.


They were immediately freed, but after some memory modification in some cases when it became clear that they wanted severe retribution against all doppelgangers. It was seen as punishing them for something they couldn’t help being. It would in essence be the equivalent of punishing the wind for blowing. The fact that everyone wanted all these events to be over with as quickly as possible also had something to do with this. After those who had participated were spelled to no being able to change, they were arrested and were awaiting trial.


Hermione was taken over to St. Mungos, as were many of the people that had been held prisoner. Besides malnutrition as well as some infected cuts and bruising, they were all doing well and would be discharged within the week. Remus and Bill didn’t leave Hermione or the baby’s side.


Bill was holding the baby, showing him the sunrise and murmuring to him that everything was going to be better from then on.


Hermione nuzzled Remus’s neck as she murmured, “Are we going home soon?”


“Yes, kitten, we are,” he assured her.


She let out a contented sigh, knowing she was right where she belonged.


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