Dad, Harry is a nice guy, he's not

Dad, Harry is a nice guy, he's not a monster" Hermione argued angrily.

"Oh? I see, well that makes everything alright then does it? He's a nice guy so its all "la de da"? You're Pregnant Hermione, Pregnant. It doesn't matter how nice he bloody is it doesn't change the fact that he got you pregnant. You're both bloody irresponsible. I thought you were better than this." He shouted in his disappointed angry voice.

"It was an accident dad." Hermione said through gritted teeth.

"One that would never have happened if you both stopped to think for a second what the consequences might have been." Hermione's mother piped up with a frown.

"We were both upset.. It just happened. There wasn't any 'thinking' involved." Hermione yelled.

"Exactly! You see? You're both completely irresponsible. Well you've got yourselves into one hell of a mess now. What are you going to do? Huh? Have you even thought about that?" Her father yelled in satisfaction.

"Of course I have." Hermione said indignantly. "Harry and I will raise this baby together."

"What?" Her father exploded.

"You heard me." Hermione said, crossing her arms.

"Don't get smart with me young lady. You can't be serious? You want to raise this child with that boy?" Her father said incredulously.

"Yup. Thats what I said, didn't I?" Hermione said calmly.

Hermione's father's nostrils flared dangerously, which she took as a sign to shut her mouth.

"Oh yes, and babies don't cost anything to raise? You have no money, no stable environment, you're both still at school for God's sake! How can you possibly think that that's an option?" he roared.

"Its the only option dad." Hermione said firmly.

"I've seen that boy, the clothes he wears, the way he presents himself. It's obvious he couldn't be poorer. He has nothing to offer you Hermione, he's just lowly scum!" He retorted.

Hermione gritted her teeth. "No dad, what's obvious, is that you don't know the first thing about Harry. And as for still being at school, we'll find a way to work things out. Things will have to change obviously."

Hermione's father snorted, cutting her off. "You think?"

"Yes Dad, I managed to figure that one out all on my own." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Hermione enough of your attitude.." He warned.

"Well you're not even trying to listen to me, or even understand anything I say about this. You don't even want to know anything about Harry, you just want to judge him!" she yelled angrily, tears stinging her eyes.

"What makes you think he'll want anything to do with you when he finds out? What makes you think he won't abandon you and refuse to accept responsibility?" he asked aggressively.

"Because I know him! Alright? I know him better than anyone else! And if you'd just listen to me.."

"I don't want to listen to you Hermione!" Her father shouted angrily, pausing. "I'm disappointed in you. I'm disappointed, and I never ever thought that i would be disappointed in you..."

Silence filled the car for many long awkward minutes. Hermione seemed to vibrate with suppressed anger. Suddenly she began to speak in a very strained voice.

"His name is Harry James Potter. James after his father. His father who was murdered along side his mother when Harry was one year old. His Godfather was blamed for their murders' and sent to the wizarding prison for 13 years before he escaped. Harry was sent to live with his mother's sister and her husband, and their child Dudley. They made Harry live in a cupboard under their staircase until he was 11 years old, when they were forced to alter that. They refused to acknowledge his presence, never gave him birthday or christmas presents, never allowed him to have friends or do anything fun.

"Dudley made his life hell, by bullying him and turning his whole school against him. His uncle and aunt lived in fear that he would turn out to be a "freak" like his mother. When the letter for Hogwarts came they tried to ignore it, they never told him he was a wizard. They told him that his parents had died in a car crash, that his father couldn't hold down a job and was a useless bum. He never knew they were wizards until Hagrid came and forcibly removed him from the Dursley's to take him to Hogwarts.

"Harry has been forced to return there every summer, where he only gets hand me down rags to wear, and barely gets anything to eat, they lock him in his room and bar his windows, and tell the neighbors he's a troubled child. Every summer it gets worse, they beat him, and more than once he's had to be rescued to be able to return to school. He's heir to his parents fortune, he's not poor at all. He's one of the most intelligent wizards at Hogwarts, and definitely is the most powerful. He's been living under the shadow of the fact that he must either die at the hands of his parents murderer, Voldemort, or kill him himself.

"At the end of last term, his godfather, Sirius, died when Voldemort tricked Harry into coming to his rescue at the ministry of magic. Harry blames himself for Sirius' death. He feels like he has no one left now. And at this moment he's sitting in his locked bedroom at the Dursley's, thinking God knows what because we're not allowed to write to him in case our owls are intercepted, Dumbledore's orders. People hate Harry for no reason, they judge him, last year the whole school thought he was mental until Voldemort showed himself.

"So don't act like you know anything about him, either of you. This isn't his fault, its mine. So leave him out of this. I don't care if you're angry, or disappointed, or whatever you are. What's done is done and Harry and I will raise this child whether you approve or not. So you might as well accept the fact that you're going to be grandparents, because I am not getting rid of this child." She finished crossing her arms.

Hermione's father gave a dry cough. All the color had drained from his face and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, seeming to focus more intensely on his driving. Her mother had her hand over her mouth in shock, and was staring unknowingly in the rear-view mirror obviously lost in deep thought. Hermione threw her legs up onto the seat and leaned against the car door.

"Good." she said. "Make a left up here." she motioned to her father.

"So uh, his parents left him a fortune, you said?" Her father said in a polite attempt to make conversation.

"Yes. A very large fortune, not to mention the Black fortune that he's inherited from Sirius, his godfather. The Potter's were a very wealthy and influential family in wizarding society, they were very prominent in the fight against Voldemort. Everyone admired Lily and James for their courage and determination." Hermione said sounding like the text book they knew and loved.

"Oh, I see. I thought you said his godfather was blamed for Harry's parents murders?" He asked again dryly.

"Well, he was. They thought that Sirius had betrayed the Potters location to Voldemort, and he went to Azkaban for 13 years. He escaped in our third year and came to find Harry. We thought he was trying to kill him, but it turns out that he was trying to find Wormtail, his and James friend from high school, who had been hiding out in the form of a rat for 13 years. It was Wormtail who was the traitor. But Wormtail escaped and returned to Voldemort, so we couldn't clear Sirius' name, he had to spend his last few years in hiding, but at least he was free. It was Wormtail who helped Voldemort return to his body at the end of our fourth year."

"Oh." her father said gulping.

"Funny name for a man really, Wormtail. Even if he is a wizard, its a bit, well, primitive isn't it?" Her mother piped up.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief. "Its the name of his animagus form mom, Rat - Wormtail?"

"Oh.. now i see."

"His real name is Peter Pettigrew."

"Ah.."

"Ok, so you'll have money. But do you really think you're ready for this kind of commitment Hermione? Its a huge step, And you're only 16, both of you." her father interrupted as if he had not heard anything his wife had just said.

"We have time to prepare ourselves for it dad. No one wanted this to happen, of course we aren't ready for it, but we will be. We just need time to adjust to this." She said firmly.

"And Harry? What if, IF Hermione, he doesn't want anything to do with this? What are you going to do then?" he asked quietly.

"Dad he wouldn't abandon me."

"But if he does?" He said desperately. "I'm not asking you to revoke your trust in him Hermione, i just want to make sure you're prepared for both outcomes. If he doesn't want anything to do with this child, then what? Have you thought about that?"

"I've thought about it." She said quietly.

"And?" he pressed.

"Then i'll do it on my own." she said in quiet determination.

"Hermione.." he began.

"Don't dad. I've made my decision. Either way i'm having this baby. I'm sorry if thats not what you want.."

"I don't want my daughter to get hurt. I don't want you to have to go through this alone, thats what i don't want." he said.

"Thats not going to happen. I know Harry. Everything's going to be ok dad, i promise." she said as if she were trying to convince not only him but herself as well.

Conversation died for the present time as outside Hermione's window the dreary countryside whipped by. Dark rain clouds had crept in without warning and it was not long before heavy rain plummeted down to the earth. Hermione knew they were not far, perhaps 10 minutes away, from Little Whinging. Ten minutes away from facing up to the consequences of her actions, ten minutes away from facing up to her responsibilities. She thought of Harry, how he would probably consider this visit a completely unexpected yet pleasant surprise. that is until he heard what she had to say.

She found herself wondering how he would react to the news that he would soon be a father. Not only that, the father to a child carried not by his lover, but by his best friend. The closer they drew to privet drive, the more Herm

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Cha, Harry là một chàng đẹp, ông không phải là một con quái vật"Hermione cho giận dữ."Oh? Tôi thấy, tốt mà làm cho tất cả mọi thứ được rồi sau đó hiện nó? Ông là một chàng đẹp như vậy của nó tất cả "la de da"? Bạn đang mang thai Hermione, mang thai. Nó không quan trọng như thế nào tốt đẹp ông đẫm máu là nó không thay đổi một thực tế là ông đã nhận bạn mang thai. Bạn đều đẫm máu vô trách nhiệm. Tôi nghĩ bạn đã tốt hơn so với điều này." Ông hét lên trong giọng tức giận thất vọng."Đó là một tai nạn cha." Hermione nói qua răng gritted."Một trong đó không bao giờ sẽ xảy ra nếu bạn cả hai dừng lại để suy nghĩ một chút những gì những hậu quả có thể có." Mẹ của Hermione đường ống lên với một nhăn."Chúng tôi đã được cả hai khó chịu... Nó chỉ xảy ra. Không có bất kỳ 'nghĩ' tham gia." Hermione hét."Chính xác! Bạn có thấy không? Bạn đều hoàn toàn vô trách nhiệm. Tốt anh mình vào một trong những địa ngục của mess một bây giờ. Bạn sẽ làm gì? Hả? Bạn có thậm chí nghĩ về điều đó?" Cha cô hét trong sự hài lòng."Tất nhiên tôi có." Hermione nói indignantly. "Harry và tôi sẽ nâng cao em bé này với nhau.""Những gì?" Cha cô phát nổ."Bạn nghe tôi." Hermione nói, qua cánh tay của cô."Không nhận thông minh với tôi cô gái trẻ. Bạn không thể nghiêm trọng? Bạn muốn nâng cao này trẻ em với cậu bé đó?" Cha nói incredulously."Yup. Thats những gì tôi nói, phải không? " Hermione nói một cách bình tĩnh.Lỗ mũi của Hermione cha bùng nguy hiểm, cô diễn như là một dấu hiệu để đóng miệng của cô."Oh yes, và trẻ sơ sinh không chi phí bất cứ điều gì để nâng cao? Bạn có không có tiền, không có môi trường ổn định, bạn là cả hai vẫn còn ở trường vì Chúa! Làm thế nào có thể bạn có thể nghĩ rằng đó là một lựa chọn?", ông roared."Các cha lựa chọn duy nhất." Hermione nói vững chắc."Tôi đã nhìn thấy cậu ta, quần áo ông mặc, cách ông trình bày mình. Nó là hiển nhiên ông không thể nghèo. Ông không có gì để cung cấp cho bạn Hermione, ông là chỉ thấp kém cặn bã!" Ông retorted.Hermione gritted răng của mình. "Không có cha, những gì là rõ ràng, là bạn không biết điều đầu tiên về Harry. Và đối với vẫn là ở trường, chúng tôi sẽ tìm thấy một cách để rèn những điều. Những điều cần phải thay đổi rõ ràng."Cha của Hermione snorted, cắt nó. "Bạn nghĩ?""Có cha, tôi quản lý để con số đó ra tất cả các ngày của riêng tôi." Hermione nói sarcastically."Hermione đủ của Thái độ của bạn..." Ông cảnh báo."Tốt bạn đang thậm chí không cố gắng để lắng nghe tôi, hoặc ngay cả hiểu bất cứ điều gì tôi nói về điều này. Bạn thậm chí không muốn biết bất cứ điều gì về Harry, bạn chỉ muốn để phán xét anh ta!"cô hét giận dữ, nước mắt chua cay đôi mắt của cô."Điều gì làm cho bạn nghĩ rằng ông sẽ muốn bất cứ điều gì để làm với bạn khi ông phát hiện ra? Điều gì làm cho bạn nghĩ rằng ông sẽ không từ bỏ bạn và từ chối chấp nhận trách nhiệm?"ông hỏi tích cực."Bởi vì tôi biết anh ta! Không sao chứ? Tôi biết anh ta tốt hơn so với bất cứ ai khác! Và nếu bạn sẽ chỉ lắng nghe tôi.. ""Tôi không muốn nghe bạn Hermione!" Cha cô hét lên giận dữ, tạm dừng. "Tôi thất vọng ở bạn. Tôi thất vọng, và tôi không bao giờ nghĩ rằng tôi sẽ là thất vọng về cậu..."Im lặng đầy xe trong nhiều phút dài khó khăn. Hermione dường như rung động với giận dữ đàn áp. Đột nhiên, cô bắt đầu nói chuyện trong một giọng nói rất căng."Tên của ông là Harry James Potter. James sau khi cha ông. Cha người đã bị ám sát dọc theo phía mẹ khi Harry một tuổi. Bố đỡ đầu được đổ lỗi cho các vụ giết người và gửi đến nhà tù dành cho 13 năm trước khi ông đã trốn thoát. Harry đã được gửi đến sống với em gái của mẹ và chồng và đứa con Dudley. Họ thực hiện Harry sống trong một cupboard dưới cầu thang của họ cho đến khi ông là 11 tuổi, khi họ bị buộc phải thay đổi đó. Họ từ chối thừa nhận sự hiện diện của mình, không bao giờ cho ông món quà sinh nhật hoặc Giáng sinh, không bao giờ cho phép ông có bạn bè hoặc làm bất cứ điều gì thú vị."Dudley thực hiện của mình cuộc sống địa ngục, bởi đe doạ anh ta và chuyển toàn bộ trường học của mình chống lại ông. Chú và dì của ông sống trong lo sợ rằng ông sẽ lần lượt ra là một freak"" như mẹ. Khi lá thư cho Hogwarts đến họ đã cố gắng để bỏ qua nó, họ không bao giờ nói với ông ông là một pháp sư. Họ nói với ông rằng cha mẹ của ông đã chết trong một vụ đụng xe, cha không thể giữ một công việc và là một bum vô dụng. Ông không bao giờ biết họ đã là phù thủy cho đến khi Hagrid và buộc phải bị bỏ anh ta từ Dursley để đưa hắn trường Hogwarts."Harry has been forced to return there every summer, where he only gets hand me down rags to wear, and barely gets anything to eat, they lock him in his room and bar his windows, and tell the neighbors he's a troubled child. Every summer it gets worse, they beat him, and more than once he's had to be rescued to be able to return to school. He's heir to his parents fortune, he's not poor at all. He's one of the most intelligent wizards at Hogwarts, and definitely is the most powerful. He's been living under the shadow of the fact that he must either die at the hands of his parents murderer, Voldemort, or kill him himself."At the end of last term, his godfather, Sirius, died when Voldemort tricked Harry into coming to his rescue at the ministry of magic. Harry blames himself for Sirius' death. He feels like he has no one left now. And at this moment he's sitting in his locked bedroom at the Dursley's, thinking God knows what because we're not allowed to write to him in case our owls are intercepted, Dumbledore's orders. People hate Harry for no reason, they judge him, last year the whole school thought he was mental until Voldemort showed himself."So don't act like you know anything about him, either of you. This isn't his fault, its mine. So leave him out of this. I don't care if you're angry, or disappointed, or whatever you are. What's done is done and Harry and I will raise this child whether you approve or not. So you might as well accept the fact that you're going to be grandparents, because I am not getting rid of this child." She finished crossing her arms.Hermione's father gave a dry cough. All the color had drained from his face and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, seeming to focus more intensely on his driving. Her mother had her hand over her mouth in shock, and was staring unknowingly in the rear-view mirror obviously lost in deep thought. Hermione threw her legs up onto the seat and leaned against the car door."Good." she said. "Make a left up here." she motioned to her father."So uh, his parents left him a fortune, you said?" Her father said in a polite attempt to make conversation."Yes. A very large fortune, not to mention the Black fortune that he's inherited from Sirius, his godfather. The Potter's were a very wealthy and influential family in wizarding society, they were very prominent in the fight against Voldemort. Everyone admired Lily and James for their courage and determination." Hermione said sounding like the text book they knew and loved."Oh, I see. I thought you said his godfather was blamed for Harry's parents murders?" He asked again dryly."Well, he was. They thought that Sirius had betrayed the Potters location to Voldemort, and he went to Azkaban for 13 years. He escaped in our third year and came to find Harry. We thought he was trying to kill him, but it turns out that he was trying to find Wormtail, his and James friend from high school, who had been hiding out in the form of a rat for 13 years. It was Wormtail who was the traitor. But Wormtail escaped and returned to Voldemort, so we couldn't clear Sirius' name, he had to spend his last few years in hiding, but at least he was free. It was Wormtail who helped Voldemort return to his body at the end of our fourth year.""Oh." her father said gulping."Funny name for a man really, Wormtail. Even if he is a wizard, its a bit, well, primitive isn't it?" Her mother piped up.Hermione shook her head in disbelief. "Its the name of his animagus form mom, Rat - Wormtail?""Oh.. now i see.""His real name is Peter Pettigrew.""Ah..""Ok, so you'll have money. But do you really think you're ready for this kind of commitment Hermione? Its a huge step, And you're only 16, both of you." her father interrupted as if he had not heard anything his wife had just said."We have time to prepare ourselves for it dad. No one wanted this to happen, of course we aren't ready for it, but we will be. We just need time to adjust to this." She said firmly."And Harry? What if, IF Hermione, he doesn't want anything to do with this? What are you going to do then?" he asked quietly.
"Dad he wouldn't abandon me."

"But if he does?" He said desperately. "I'm not asking you to revoke your trust in him Hermione, i just want to make sure you're prepared for both outcomes. If he doesn't want anything to do with this child, then what? Have you thought about that?"

"I've thought about it." She said quietly.

"And?" he pressed.

"Then i'll do it on my own." she said in quiet determination.

"Hermione.." he began.

"Don't dad. I've made my decision. Either way i'm having this baby. I'm sorry if thats not what you want.."

"I don't want my daughter to get hurt. I don't want you to have to go through this alone, thats what i don't want." he said.

"Thats not going to happen. I know Harry. Everything's going to be ok dad, i promise." she said as if she were trying to convince not only him but herself as well.

Conversation died for the present time as outside Hermione's window the dreary countryside whipped by. Dark rain clouds had crept in without warning and it was not long before heavy rain plummeted down to the earth. Hermione knew they were not far, perhaps 10 minutes away, from Little Whinging. Ten minutes away from facing up to the consequences of her actions, ten minutes away from facing up to her responsibilities. She thought of Harry, how he would probably consider this visit a completely unexpected yet pleasant surprise. that is until he heard what she had to say.

She found herself wondering how he would react to the news that he would soon be a father. Not only that, the father to a child carried not by his lover, but by his best friend. The closer they drew to privet drive, the more Herm