Times Of Surrender

Hey there everybody! Some of you might be wondering who it is that is rewriting Times of Surrender? The Enchanted Quill certainly wasn’t the name of the author previously! Well I would like to assure you, that I am the same author and I am posting the story again as promised! I had thrown the plot of the story in a direction that I really wasn’t pleased with and I wanted to go back and rearrange some of the writing. I took a lot of reviewer’s opinions and suggestions into mind as I started adding tid bits and rewriting chapters and I am hoping that you’ll all enjoy the story a bit more.

I am not changing to many things dramatically because there was a lot that I loved about the story. I’ve just started going back and changing little things that had bothered me after publish the story. Some chapters may have the same conversations but be in a different place entirely. Some chapters my not have been changed at all. Like I said there was a lot I liked, but some I wanted to change. So are you are dreading rereading the first twelve chapters, please keep in mind that I have added or rearranged things and that it won’t be completely identical as the first published story.

So now you’re wondering why I’m not writing as Orchid Rains? Well you see I am the sort of person that I get bored easily unless I feel a true connection with something. When I had created that name I was going through a phase and I liked the name. There wasn’t nothing special about it other then the fact that it reminded me of my mother, she loved orchids. So as I thought about posting the story again I thought, “Hey I need something new to start off with. A name that I’ll want to keep!” So I thought about it and thought about and decided that The Enchanted Quill would be perfect because I love to write and the thought of writing with an enchanted quill, much like the HATED Rita Skeeter, would be fun to do. So my old account is gone and I am here with this one.

I hope this clears up anybodies suspicions that the story has been stolen from Orchid because it hasn’t and I hope as you read that you’ll enjoy the little or big changes that have been made! And, as always, constructive criticism and positive reviews are welcomed and much appreciated!


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Prologue

Hermione walked toward her parents with a large smile plastered across her face. She had passed her N.E.W.T.s with exceptional marks and she had just received her diploma with the rest of the seventh year student body. Mr. and Mrs. Granger beamed at their daughter with delight. Even though they were muggles and they didn’t know much about the wizarding world, they were very proud of their daughter for excelling in her studies and becoming a full blown witch. Mrs. Granger wrapped her arms tightly around her seventeen year old little girl.

“We’re so proud of you sweetheart.” Erma Granger kissed Hermione on top of the head.

“Aww thanks, Mum; I’m just so glad that I finished with respectable marks.” Hermione said, gleefully pulling away from her mothers' grasp.

“I think you’ve done a superb job of showing that you deserved the honors of being head of your class!” Oliver Granger exclaimed as he patted his daughter on her shoulder lovingly.

“Thanks, dad, I’m delighted that I get to move onto something else now. Like pursuing a career, being an independent adult, and doing things I have only dreamed of doing.” She smiled up into her parents faces. Her mother looked as if she was going to cry. Hermione hoped not.

“Your mother and I have got a present for you. We think that because you are an adult now you are in need of one key thing.” Her dad wrapped and arm around his wife and put his hand into his pocket.

“You really didn’t need to get me anything.” Hermione insisted warmly, giving her parents a playful scolding stare.

“You’ve grown up so fast…” Mrs. Granger murmured in a watery tone as tears slipped down her cheeks.

“Oh mum, don’t cry please.” Hermione protested, stepping forward and giving her mother another tight squeeze.

“I’m sorry dear, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry today. But you’re my little girl and you’re an adult now. Oliver, give her the present we got her. Don’t make her ask for it.” Erma said in a chiding tone stepping away from Hermione.

“Erm right, well dear, here you go.” Mr. Granger pulled something from his pocket and dropped it into Hermione’s palm.

“Keys? You got me keys as a present?” Hermione raised a thin eyebrow questioningly.

“Not just any keys, sweetheart; keys to your very own house!” Oliver said cheerfully.

“Keys for my own house? But you didn’t have to do that, you know I’ve been saving for a flat or a house for the past few years!” Hermione stared at the keys in her hand, awestruck.

“We know, but you have other things that you need to worry about purchasing right now. Like new school supplies, maybe a new automobile, or maybe you want to get some new furniture? That’s why we paid your first year of rent. So you can get a steady job and get settled in before you have to worry about it.” Mrs. Granger clutched her small purse tightly against her chest.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. When can I see it, when can I move in to it?” Hermione asked eagerly, giving each of her parents big hugs.

“Well, today if you wanted. We made sure that it would be ready for you by the time you graduated. We’ve already got all your things moved into it. It took us the better half of the past three months to get everything moved in and ready.” Mr. Granger answered.

“We left all major decorating for you to do. We only stuck your furniture into the living room and made sure everything was there. We’ll help you set things up if you’d like.” Hermione’s mum filled in.

“This is such a big surprise; I don’t know how to thank either of you... I... I’m at a loss for words.” Hermione said quietly.

“You don’t need to thank us, dear. We’re your parents, silly.” Her father gave her a quick hug before somebody called his name from the distance.

“Oliver, it’s so nice to see you again. How have things been going?” Mr. Weasley walked toward Hermione and her parents with his children and wife in tow.

“I’m well, Arthur! How are things with you?” Oliver shook hands with the other man.

As her parents both got lost in talking to the Weasley family, Hermione smiled and walked over to speak with her friends. Each of them exchanged a quick hug before breaking out into excited chatter about graduation and future plans.

“I can’t believe I even passed!” Ron stated loudly.

“Oh, you did fine, Ronald. Any plans about what you’re going to do now?” Hermione asked.

“Not really, Harry and I are going to stay with mum and dad for a while. Harry really wants to visit his parent’s old house. He said something about maybe fixing it up and staying there.” Ron said looking over at the raven-haired boy with a smile.

“How about you, Hermione, what are you going to do?” Harry had blushed and hurried to distract attention from him.

“Well, I was going to stay with my parents for a while and then get my own place. But, look, they found a house for me to rent out!” Hermione explained excitedly and showed them the keys.

“That’s great! You’ll have to invite us over as soon as you get settled.” Harry told her with a grin.

“You’re welcome any time. I think I am going to go and see it tonight, my mum and dad moved everything in already, I just need to organize it all. I can’t believe they got me my own place.” She marveled, shoving the keys into her pocket to keep them safe.

“We’ll invite you over for a family dinner soon; we can catch up properly then. Right now we are going to take Harry to his relatives’ house and gather the rest of his stuff. He's going to be living with us for a while.” Mrs. Weasley said kindly to both of Hermione’s parents.

“Sounds terrific, Molly! Let us know what we can bring to the dinner.” Erma stated happily.

“Of course not, we’ll make everything at the house. Come on, dears, let’s get going.” Mrs. Weasley insisted, rounding up all of the children. “Well see you all soon.” Hermione smiled at Mrs. Weasley warmly and watched as her friends walked away.

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Chapter One

Hermione had just walked through her front door; her telephone was ringing from the kitchen. She kicked the door closed behind her and dropped her keys in a dish on the table nearest her. Her hands were full of shopping bags; she had been shopping for groceries and had a trunk full of food. She dropped the bags on the counter in the kitchen and hurried to pick up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Granger? This is the receptionist from Dr. Cassidy’s office.” A pleasant voice said from the other end of the line.

“Miss Granger,” Hermione corrected automatically before letting the woman go on. “What can I do for you? Have my results come in already?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, Miss Granger, that’s why I’ve called you, your blood tests have come back clean. However, we did find out that you’re pregnant. Congratulations!” The receptionist clearly sounded delighted about the news herself.

“Pardon me, are you sure that you haven’t got the wrong Hermione Granger?” Hermione questioned seriously.

“Hermione Jean Granger. Born September nineteenth of nineteen seventy-nine?” The receptionist asked uncertainly.

“Yes, that’s me.” Hermione said quietly into the receiver.

“Alright, well Miss Granger, you might want to start looking for a good OB-GYN. Dr. Cassidy is certified for such things as well, so if you wanted to keep her as your doctor throughout your pregnancy you can. You should contact somebody soon though, that way you can talk out all of your options.” The receptionist advised cheerfully over the phone.

“Yes, I understand. Can you please set a date for me to come in and see Dr. Cassidy?” Hermione asked in complete shock. Was she really going in to see her doctor about her being pregnant?

“Of course, is June nineteenth at ten o’clock alright?” She sounded extra cheerful.

“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you.” Hermione set the receiver down and looked at it for a few long moments as the realization of the matter sunk in. Oh my gods, how could this be happening? How could she be pregnant? She wasn’t old enough to be pregnant. She wasn’t ready to start a family. She especially wasn’t prepared to raise the child alone and she knew the father wouldn’t want to be involved. Or perhaps she didn’t want him involved.

Hermione leaned against the counter and felt faint. All of her plans were slowly spiraling out of control. She had made a horrible mistake and the result was a child, a baby growing within her womb. She felt her heart jump into her throat as a sudden realization came to her. She was going to have to tell the father. It was, after all, the decent thing to do. Swallowing hard she tried to get a grip on what she was going to do. She needed to be in control of the situation and not the other way around; she needed not to be scared and unsure of herself.

She forgot all about the groceries on the counter and in the car and left the kitchen. She needed to talk to somebody about this. She needed somebody to tell, somebody to support her and tell her that everything was going to be alright. She needed Harry and Ron! Hermione walked into the small den of her little home. Her owl, Faith, was sitting on her perch with her eyes closed. She hooted quietly as Hermione made her way over to the desk.

Grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment, she jotted down a quick note:

Dear Ron and Harry,

I have something to speak with you about that is rather urgent.
If I could come over for just a few hours tonight or something
it would be greatly appreciated. Please don’t ask me any
questions; I will let you know everything when I get there.

With Love,
Hermione

PS – I’ll be coming by apparition.

She rolled the parchment up and placed it within a small carrier for the owl’s foot. She briskly told the owl where the letter needed to be delivered and then sent it quickly out the window. There were too many things going through her mind at the time and so much she needed to do and more than anything, she just felt like crying!