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Adult +
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31
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15,579
Reviews:
165
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Chapter Eighteen
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Chapter Eighteen
To say that the wizards ran, well, that would be an understatement. Even Harry dashed for the floo. Hermione stood there shaking, as she fought as she might to get her temper under control.
“Mistress?”
“Yes, Salt?” she whispered.
“I haves your new soup,” the little house elf murmured, clearly frightened.
Hermione looked down to the little elf. Taking a breath to calm herself, she asked, “Have you ever had babies?”
Salt nodded.
Hermione sat down next to her. “I’m having trouble with the baby hormones. Sorry if I scared you. It scared me a bit too.”
Salt patted her head as she would a child’s and whispered, “I’ll have one of the other elves pour you a bath and after you can have your new soup. You need to think of the baby.”
Hermione’s hands were shaking by that point and her magic felt out of her control. “Get Madam Pomfrey. Something is wrong.”
***
It was a frantic Severus Snape that went flying into the medical wing. He went straight over to Hermione, who was lying down and clearly asleep. Shaking he kneeled next to the cot, kissing her temple. What had happened? Why in the name of Merlin did she feel so cold?
“Severus,” Poppy said, getting his attention. He looked up to the mediwitch. “I had to give her a calming draft. Mrs. Snape has developed high blood pressure brought on by the pregnancy. It’s not unusual, but it has greatly effected her magic.” She took a deep breath. “Severus, if she can’t keep her temper in check, her own magic may very well kill the baby and herself.”
His arms went all the tighter around her, asking, “What do we do to protect them?”
“Starting a potion regimen to regulate her blood pressure is a start,” Poppy told him as he hugged his wife to himself. “Not to worry, the potion will not hurt the baby. After that it’s a matter of keeping her calm. She needs to be resting more as well.”
***
Hermione woke up, feeling Severus’s arms about her. She combed her fingers through his silken hair, breathing, “I-I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he whispered to her.
Pressing her face closer to his neck. “It was terrifying. It was like my temper was a monster that took me over. I erupted at Harry, Sirius, and Kingsley.” He pulled back, looking at the tears filling her eyes. “I scared Salt too.”
He wiped away her tears as he murmured, “She was the one that fetched me. Salt, I do believe, understands better than you give her credit for.” Rubbing her back, he asked, “How does a lovely trip over to the room of requirement sound? We can have a beach and you can lie out on the sand, listening to the surf as you love to do when you nap.”
“Gazpacho would be lovely to eat there as well,” she breathed.
“Of course,” he assured her. “But first things first. I’m going to need your memory of what happened.” When she looked at him confused, he rushed out with, “I just want to make sure that it doesn’t upset you again.”
***
If one could have called Hermione at the height of her pregnant fury scary, it was nothing compared to the wrath that was her husband. He called a meeting with the three men at his headmaster’s office. Once they arrived, the door slammed behind them and Severus turned about to face them from his desk, which lorded over them like a judge.
“I’m going to tell you this only once,” he said, his voice hard and his eyes stony. “My wife is no longer involved in this investigation, nor any other here after while she is pregnant. She is on medical leave and I will not have her nor my child’s life endangered, because you cannot seem to pull your collective heads out of your arses.”
It was Harry that asked, “What happened? What’s wrong with Hermione?”
Severus wanted to ignore the question, but Harry was Hermione’s family and the headmaster knew he would cause more harm than good if he bit the young man’s head off verbally as he would have truly enjoyed doing. Telling them about her high blood pressure brought on by the pregnancy that was affecting her magic hadn’t been easy. If anything it was torture having to repeat it, as if doing so only reinforced the ugliness of it.
“Merlin,” Harry muttered. “Would you like me to get Ginny and Luna over here?”
Absently he nodded, muttering, “Give me a moment with your Godfather as well as Shacklebolt.”
Harry nodded, leaving the room to make the floo call to his wife. Severus turned to the other two men. “Have you done what she said needed to be done? Have you gotten the supposed body of Yaxley and done the testing?”
Sirius looked towards Kingsley and back over to Snape, shaking his head no, but rushed on with, “It isn’t our fault. Truth of the matter is that no one could have gotten it.”
“Why is that?” he hissed.
“Bodies coming out of the prison are immediately destroyed,” Sirius explained. “It’s to prevent prisoners from escaping in that manner.”
“You mean to say that you started this practice the moment you became the head of the aurors out of the fact that you yourself escaped the prison in that fashion?” Severus demanded.
“Yes,” Sirius muttered, his eyes narrowing as he went on with, “Why do you ask?”
Severus rocked back on his heels as he muttered, “Damn, I owe Hermione twenty galleons for figuring out how you escape from the prison.” But then he sighed and added, “But there is some minor compensation in this as well.” He looked over to Kingsley. “Where’s my fifty?”
***
It was Ginny Potter and Luna Lovegood that took Hermione over to see the mediwitch that specialized in pregnancy. Ginny had to talk Hermione into doing it. Telling her that she needed a proper mediwitch, seeing as she had higher risks.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Ginny told her as they walked over to the train. “Poppy is a wonderful mediwitch, but she doesn’t have the experience you need when it comes to pregnancy or what to take to help you with your blood pressure.”
“Chances are that she isn’t up to date as to what to do about it,” Luna was the one to point out. “We spoke to Poppy, who agreed with us that you would need to do this. She was the one that recommended the mediwitch we’re going to see.”
“She specializes in difficult pregnancies,” Ginny told her. “You just relax and we’ll get you there.”
Hermione slept on the trip over, as the two other witches kept a close eye on their friend. Molly Weasley joined them once they were in London. She had it in mind to make a day of it, but the moment she saw how Hermione looked the matriarch of the Weasley clan knew that her daughter hadn’t been exaggerating.
“Once we’re done here, we are going straight back over to the school and you, young lady, are going to eat something other than soup.”
“Okay,” Hermione murmured, sounding more like Luna than she did herself. “Stew sounds better right now anyway.”
***
It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Jump in the Line (Shake, Senora) performed by Harry Belafonte under the pseudonym Raymond Bell, Joseph Spence (1958), and Cherry Poppin' Daddies (1998 soundtrack of BASEketball). Cookies go out to Jennifer and Morgana for knowing the performer as well as the song. Chocolate sprinkles go out to Nightmare for knowing the song, but not stating the performer. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song. "Don't say reviews you're gonna regret/Don't let the fire rush to your head/I've head the accusation before/And I ain't gonna take any more." So there you are. This is a tough one, people. And I have to admit that I'm struggling to come up with some sort of clue that won't be cryptic just for that reason. This game is for fun after all. Okay, here it goes. This 1980's band was rather odd as they seemed to be the only ones in that day and age that didn't want to appear in any of their own music videos. And yet despite this (or perhaps because of it) this song became a hit for them. Here's an extra, another one of their hits was pure magic. There you go! Hope everyone is having a great day!
LadyFireCrab--Thank you for your insight. I hadn't a clue such a low percentage was going to Haiti from the Red Cross. Thank you as well for your review.
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
***
Chapter Eighteen
To say that the wizards ran, well, that would be an understatement. Even Harry dashed for the floo. Hermione stood there shaking, as she fought as she might to get her temper under control.
“Mistress?”
“Yes, Salt?” she whispered.
“I haves your new soup,” the little house elf murmured, clearly frightened.
Hermione looked down to the little elf. Taking a breath to calm herself, she asked, “Have you ever had babies?”
Salt nodded.
Hermione sat down next to her. “I’m having trouble with the baby hormones. Sorry if I scared you. It scared me a bit too.”
Salt patted her head as she would a child’s and whispered, “I’ll have one of the other elves pour you a bath and after you can have your new soup. You need to think of the baby.”
Hermione’s hands were shaking by that point and her magic felt out of her control. “Get Madam Pomfrey. Something is wrong.”
***
It was a frantic Severus Snape that went flying into the medical wing. He went straight over to Hermione, who was lying down and clearly asleep. Shaking he kneeled next to the cot, kissing her temple. What had happened? Why in the name of Merlin did she feel so cold?
“Severus,” Poppy said, getting his attention. He looked up to the mediwitch. “I had to give her a calming draft. Mrs. Snape has developed high blood pressure brought on by the pregnancy. It’s not unusual, but it has greatly effected her magic.” She took a deep breath. “Severus, if she can’t keep her temper in check, her own magic may very well kill the baby and herself.”
His arms went all the tighter around her, asking, “What do we do to protect them?”
“Starting a potion regimen to regulate her blood pressure is a start,” Poppy told him as he hugged his wife to himself. “Not to worry, the potion will not hurt the baby. After that it’s a matter of keeping her calm. She needs to be resting more as well.”
***
Hermione woke up, feeling Severus’s arms about her. She combed her fingers through his silken hair, breathing, “I-I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” he whispered to her.
Pressing her face closer to his neck. “It was terrifying. It was like my temper was a monster that took me over. I erupted at Harry, Sirius, and Kingsley.” He pulled back, looking at the tears filling her eyes. “I scared Salt too.”
He wiped away her tears as he murmured, “She was the one that fetched me. Salt, I do believe, understands better than you give her credit for.” Rubbing her back, he asked, “How does a lovely trip over to the room of requirement sound? We can have a beach and you can lie out on the sand, listening to the surf as you love to do when you nap.”
“Gazpacho would be lovely to eat there as well,” she breathed.
“Of course,” he assured her. “But first things first. I’m going to need your memory of what happened.” When she looked at him confused, he rushed out with, “I just want to make sure that it doesn’t upset you again.”
***
If one could have called Hermione at the height of her pregnant fury scary, it was nothing compared to the wrath that was her husband. He called a meeting with the three men at his headmaster’s office. Once they arrived, the door slammed behind them and Severus turned about to face them from his desk, which lorded over them like a judge.
“I’m going to tell you this only once,” he said, his voice hard and his eyes stony. “My wife is no longer involved in this investigation, nor any other here after while she is pregnant. She is on medical leave and I will not have her nor my child’s life endangered, because you cannot seem to pull your collective heads out of your arses.”
It was Harry that asked, “What happened? What’s wrong with Hermione?”
Severus wanted to ignore the question, but Harry was Hermione’s family and the headmaster knew he would cause more harm than good if he bit the young man’s head off verbally as he would have truly enjoyed doing. Telling them about her high blood pressure brought on by the pregnancy that was affecting her magic hadn’t been easy. If anything it was torture having to repeat it, as if doing so only reinforced the ugliness of it.
“Merlin,” Harry muttered. “Would you like me to get Ginny and Luna over here?”
Absently he nodded, muttering, “Give me a moment with your Godfather as well as Shacklebolt.”
Harry nodded, leaving the room to make the floo call to his wife. Severus turned to the other two men. “Have you done what she said needed to be done? Have you gotten the supposed body of Yaxley and done the testing?”
Sirius looked towards Kingsley and back over to Snape, shaking his head no, but rushed on with, “It isn’t our fault. Truth of the matter is that no one could have gotten it.”
“Why is that?” he hissed.
“Bodies coming out of the prison are immediately destroyed,” Sirius explained. “It’s to prevent prisoners from escaping in that manner.”
“You mean to say that you started this practice the moment you became the head of the aurors out of the fact that you yourself escaped the prison in that fashion?” Severus demanded.
“Yes,” Sirius muttered, his eyes narrowing as he went on with, “Why do you ask?”
Severus rocked back on his heels as he muttered, “Damn, I owe Hermione twenty galleons for figuring out how you escape from the prison.” But then he sighed and added, “But there is some minor compensation in this as well.” He looked over to Kingsley. “Where’s my fifty?”
***
It was Ginny Potter and Luna Lovegood that took Hermione over to see the mediwitch that specialized in pregnancy. Ginny had to talk Hermione into doing it. Telling her that she needed a proper mediwitch, seeing as she had higher risks.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Ginny told her as they walked over to the train. “Poppy is a wonderful mediwitch, but she doesn’t have the experience you need when it comes to pregnancy or what to take to help you with your blood pressure.”
“Chances are that she isn’t up to date as to what to do about it,” Luna was the one to point out. “We spoke to Poppy, who agreed with us that you would need to do this. She was the one that recommended the mediwitch we’re going to see.”
“She specializes in difficult pregnancies,” Ginny told her. “You just relax and we’ll get you there.”
Hermione slept on the trip over, as the two other witches kept a close eye on their friend. Molly Weasley joined them once they were in London. She had it in mind to make a day of it, but the moment she saw how Hermione looked the matriarch of the Weasley clan knew that her daughter hadn’t been exaggerating.
“Once we’re done here, we are going straight back over to the school and you, young lady, are going to eat something other than soup.”
“Okay,” Hermione murmured, sounding more like Luna than she did herself. “Stew sounds better right now anyway.”
***
It's time once again for the Review Sing-A-Long! The answer to the last one was "Jump in the Line (Shake, Senora) performed by Harry Belafonte under the pseudonym Raymond Bell, Joseph Spence (1958), and Cherry Poppin' Daddies (1998 soundtrack of BASEketball). Cookies go out to Jennifer and Morgana for knowing the performer as well as the song. Chocolate sprinkles go out to Nightmare for knowing the song, but not stating the performer. If I missed you, I'm sorry.
Time for the next song. "Don't say reviews you're gonna regret/Don't let the fire rush to your head/I've head the accusation before/And I ain't gonna take any more." So there you are. This is a tough one, people. And I have to admit that I'm struggling to come up with some sort of clue that won't be cryptic just for that reason. This game is for fun after all. Okay, here it goes. This 1980's band was rather odd as they seemed to be the only ones in that day and age that didn't want to appear in any of their own music videos. And yet despite this (or perhaps because of it) this song became a hit for them. Here's an extra, another one of their hits was pure magic. There you go! Hope everyone is having a great day!