My Life

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Chapter 3



“Wait is that Hermione over there?” The first voice whispered.



“Mummy.” A crying voice yelled out.



Immediately Hermione woke up. It took her a minute to realize where she was but she went over and picked her daughter up.



“Mummy’s here sweetie.” She crooned in Ruthie’s ear.



“Is she alright Miss Granger?” The sleepy Professor asked.



“Yes, it’s just a nightmare.”



“Does she have them often?”



”About once a week.”



Then Snape sat straight up in bed with his wand pointed to the corner and said.



“Expelliarmus.”



Two wands flew into his hand.



“Your friends are here Miss Granger. I suggest you take them with you as you leave or they won’t be at breakfast tomorrow.”



Hermione walked past the bed and grabbed Harry’s cloak.



“Until the two of you can learn to respect people’s privacy this is mine.” She said.



The two boys followed her out, one looking chastised, the other looking furious.



“What were you doing in there Hermione? And whose little girl is that?” Harry asked.



“I think both answers are quite obvious Harry. She’s my daughter and we were sleeping until she woke up.”



Why was she sleeping with Snape? Is she his?” Harry asked



“No, Professor Snape is not her father. She’s taken quite a liking to him. I can’t explain it, but she really likes him, and he’s very tolerant of her. It’s almost as if he likes her too.”



“What’s going on here Hermione? Since when do you have a kid and who is her father?” An irritated Ron asked.



By now they had made it to the girl’s rooms.



“Let me put her in her bed and then we’ll talk. Harry could you floo the kitchens and ask for some tea? I think we’ll be needing it.”



Hermione put Ruthie to bed and went back into the sitting room. She made her tea and started to tell her story.



“I got pregnant when I was on Christmas break fourth year. I took a test here a couple of days before the last challenge. Ruthie was born a little early on August 13th.”



“Why didn’t you tell us?” Harry asked



“I didn’t tell anyone other than my parents.”



“Who is the father Hermione?” Ron asked.



“I know I should’ve told you guys but I couldn’t let anyone else know. What it would’ve gotten out?”



“Who is the father Hermione?” Ron asked a bit louder this time.



“I understand Hermione, but you still should’ve told us. We could’ve helped.” Harry said ignoring Ron.



“Do you even know who her father is? Or are you just some Scarlet women?” Ron shouted.



SLAP



“I can’t believe you Ron. Do you actually think that little of me?” Hermione cried. “Get out Ron. Just get out.”



Ron’s ears turned so red they were almost the color of his hair and he got up and left.



“I’m sorry Hermione, he’s just really upset. You know he’s fancied you since fourth year right? It’s just a big shock.”



“You’d better follow him. Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She said still in tears.



“Goodnight Hermione.” Harry said leaving.



Hermione washed her face and went to bed. It took a little while but she did finally get to sleep. Ruthie woke up a couple of hours later and went into her mother’s room. She couldn’t wake her up so she left the rooms and started walking to the Great Hall. Everyone at the breakfast table was shocked to se Ruthie on her own.



“Sverus, Mummy hurt?” Ruthie asked.



“Where is your mummy little one?” Severus asked picking her up.



“Bed.”



“Well let’s go and get her.” Severus said.



“Um Professor, maybe you should let us go and wake her.” Harry said to him; then to Ruthie “ Come on Ruthie, Me you and Ron can go wake your mummy.”



“No! Mummy cry” she said, then pointing to Ron she said, “He bad.”



“Little brat.” Ron muttered.



“He didn’t mean to make your mummy cry.” Harry said.



“No! Sverus go.”



“It looks like she’s already decided Mr. Potter.” Snape said.



“I’ll have the house elves send breakfast Severus; I believe Miss Granger will be wanting to eat in her rooms this morning.” Albus said.

“Yeah, she can’t face the music so she sends the little brat in to do her dirty work.” Ron said.



“That’s enough Ron. I don’t know the situation any better than you, but it’s Hermione. You know that there’s some kind of explanation for it.” Harry said.



Meanwhile Severus and Ruthie walked down to the girls rooms.



“Was you mummy still sleeping?”



Ruthie nodded yes.



“Did you try to wake her?”



“Yes, mummy cry night.”



“Did the boys make your mummy cry?”



“Bad one did.”



They arrived at the portrait and Ruthie touched it so they could go inside.



“You go in and try to wake your mummy up again.”



“Kay”



Ruthie went into Hermione’s room and started to jump on the bed. She tried everything her two-year old mind could think of and it still didn’t work. Then Hermione started to toss and turn. She cried out in her sleep. “No, not again. Please not again!”



Severus who was setting up breakfast on the table heard this and came running into the room.



“Ruthie go and eat your breakfast and I’ll wake your mummy.”



Ruthie walked out of the room and Severus bent down and gently shook Hermione’s shoulder.



“Miss Granger wake up.”



“No please don’t do it again, Please!”



Sever sat on the bed.



“Hermione,” he said louder, “Hermione wake up.”



Hermione woke up and threw herself at Severus. She wrapped her arms around him and started to cry.



“Hermione” He said putting one arm around her and the other in her hair, “Please stop crying. Tell me what’s wrong.”



“I’m sorry.” She sobbed into his chest. “It’s an old nightmare brought on by memories.”



“Shh, tell me about it.” He whispered to her.



“I can’t. I can’t tell anyone. It’s discusting. I’m disgusting.”



“Look at me;” he said gently grabbing her chin and making her look at him, “You may be many things but your not disgusting.”



“You don’t know that. No one knows. If you knew you would know that Ron spoke the truth last night. I’m nothing more than a scarlet women. I’m disgusting.”



“Tell me, I won’t think any different of you.” He pleaded.



“Yes you will. Everyone will.” She said getting off the bed and running to the bathroom.



Severus walked back into the kitchen and sat down with Ruthie. He was sure he knew what Hermione was talking about; he just had to get her to say it.



“Mummy sad?” Asked Ruthie



“Yes, Mummy’s sad.”



“You make better?”



“I’ll try little one. What is it with you? Everyone is afraid of me, but you.”



“Sverus good.”



“If you say so.”



“Sverus be Dad?”



“No little one I’m not your dad.”



“Pleese.”



“No little one, I can’t be your dad, but I think you could use a hug.”



And that’s how she found them, in the midst of a hug. Her heart melted at the sight.



“I’m sorry for my outburst Professor. I can only guess that Ruthie came to you and I thank you.”



“Think nothing of it Miss Granger. Now I have some things to do, so I’d best be going. I’ll see you both at lunch.”