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Hermione couldn't help but smile. It was obvious that despite all they had been through together that Lily and James Potter were as much in love as they had ever been. She did not know why, but the thought seemed to give her hope. Hope for Harry and herself...

What are you going to do? You still have school to think about, both of you." James asked her quietly, turning to face her.

"I – I don't know... I need to tell Harry... He needs to know..." Hermione stated, attempting not to betray her doubts.

"You're unsure of how he will react?" James voiced her fear.

Hermione suddenly could not find her voice, and settled on nodding nervously in reply.

James nodded with a frown.

"We weren't exactly... together when it happened." She said nervously.

James looked up. "But you love him... don't you?" he said with a knowing smile.

Hermione nodded, her eyes shining with tears . "Yes... I do..."

"But you are not sure if he feels the same way?" James again pinpointed her train of thought.

She nodded, becoming very interested in her fingernails.

James smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I really don't think you have anything to worry about, Hermione ..."

"What do you mean?" She asked, looking up suddenly.

James gave a small laugh. "Every conscious moment he has had he's been calling your name."

"The only person he's been asking for is you, Hermione ... and he's not even entirely conscious in those moments... Surely that tells you something." Lily said softly.

A small, relieved smile crept over Hermione's face. However, as suddenly as it came, it disappeared and was replaced with a fresh look of concern.

"What if the baby changes how he feels about me?" She asked, slightly panicky.

Lily and James both seemed to frown in unison as they looked at her, trying not to reveal their own fears. They gave each other fleeting glances which told Hermione, despite their best efforts, that they were just as concerned about this as she was.

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see how he reacts, Hermione. If anyone knows how he will react, it will be you. I haven't known my son in nearly fifteen years..." James said quietly, trailing off into overwhelming sadness as the realization of his last statement hit him.

"You have a lot to take into consideration, Hermione." Lily said softly. "There's school... You're both so young... You're going to need as much help as you can get."

"We'll figure something out... Once Harry is awake we'll figure something out." Hermione said hesitantly, "I realize things will have to change..."

"You're a bright girl Hermione," Lily said with a small sigh, looking up from her son, "But I can't help but feel that you are being slightly naïve about this. This child will change everything. This child will change your world, yours and Harry's."

Hermione nodded, furiously fighting back unshed tears. "We can make this work..." She said shakily, "We can do this... I won't give up my baby."

Lily nodded slowly.

"Hermione," She began quietly, " I don't know how Harry is going to take all of this. I don't know how he will react to discovering that James and I have been alive all this time. Even once the circumstances have been explained... he may never forgive us. If he does, it may take a long time before he wants us around. But no matter what happens... James and I would never let you go through this alone, either of you. We will help you as much as we can... as much as Harry will allow us too."

James nodded in agreement, giving Hermione a bracing smile. "We will always be here for you, no matter what happens."

Hermione smiled gratefully, her eyes shining. "What happened wasn't your fault... Harry will see that..."

"I hope so, Hermione." James said grimly, "But even so, forgiveness is a lot to ask for... Many lives have been destroyed because of this..."

"Dumbledore will be made to answer for them all..." Lily said quietly.

"I'm glad I didn't tell him I was pregnant now." Hermione said quietly, with a hint of fear, "It seems all Dumbledore has ever done is try to remove the ones closest to Harry from his life..."

"I think you would be wise to keep the pregnancy a secret from him for as long as possible." Lily warned.

Hermione looked up at Lily in surprise, could she mean what Hermione thought she meant?. Hermione looked into her eyes, glittering, green eyes filled to the brim with inner fear and concern. Hermione found the meaning in them severely alarming, her own amber brown eyes flickered warily.

"Surely you don't think he would come after me?"

"I don't know what to think, Hermione." Lily said in concern. "A week ago, I would never have doubted Albus Dumbledore... But now? He's a dangerous man, Hermione. Dangerous because he appears so innocent. I hate to say this, but, I fear for you and the safety of your child... Harry's child..."

Now that she thought about it, Hermione knew that Lily had every reason to believe Dumbledore would hurt Hermione. He had successfully removed all caring family and friends of family from the boy by the age of one. What would stop him removing any newfound family and friends? Hermione saw it very clearly; she was in danger. Her baby was in danger. She knew that being involved with Harry put her in harms way of Voldemort, and the Death Eaters for that matter, but never had she believed she would be in danger from the leader of the side of righteousness. Somehow, knowing that Dumbledore was a threat to her and her child, put more fear into her heart than Voldemort's threat ever could.

"I won't ever let him hurt Harry ever again. Not Harry, not you, or your child." James said darkly, "I promise you Hermione, he will never interfere with your lives the way he has ours..."

"I can't believe this is happening..." Hermione said, sinking into the harshness of reality so swiftly she could feel it drowning her.

"We have all been mislead." James said quietly, "Dumbledore has brainwashed us all. But things are in motion now that Dumbledore has no power over, the truth has been revealed."

"I still don't understand how Harry got here... How did he find us when he doesn't even know we're alive?" Lily asked aloud, breaking off onto a tangent.

Hermione too, had been desperately wondering how Harry had come to be in the Potter's living room. She could find no logical explanation for the phenomena. All she could think of was Dumbledore's first theories as to what had happened to Harry upon arriving in Privet Drive. The wards had been forced to break by the power of Harry's magic breaking free. Had his magic instinctively taken him to his parents? It didn't seem possible. How could his magic take him to his parents when he consciously knew, or thought he knew, that his parents were dead?

"I think I have an idea..." James cut into her thoughts suddenly, fishing around in his pocket.

"Dumbledore had a theory..." Hermione said watching James curiously, "He said that he suspected that Harry's magic apparated him out of the house when it forced its way out of his body, taking him somewhere safe... or that he came in contact with a port key without knowing it."

"I believe," James said with an unmistakable bitterness, "That the old bastard was actually right for once."

Hermione looked at him in surprise. "What? Why?" she asked sharply.

"Because," He said with a small smile, withdrawing something small from his pocket. "He had this around his neck."

As he opened his closed fist Hermione recognized Harry's ring, the Potter family Ring, sitting on the palm of James' hand. It was blood stained and dirty, but its stone still gleamed defiantly out from the silver. The engravings that were still visible through the crusted blood confirmed to James what he had already guessed. Harry had retrieved the Ring from the vault as he had intended.

"Good Evening, Mr. Potter. Lovely to see you again, Sir." Griphook said warmly greeting his client.

"Evening Griphook, I have some urgent business I'd like you to see too." James said looking around carefully.

Griphook was always delighted to see James Potter striding into Gringotts. The Potter's were his wealthiest clients, and, much to his delight, one of the wealthiest clients that the wizarding bank possessed. This of course, raised his prestige with the company, and he was now one of the most respected managers in the banks many branches. Securing a client with the caliber of the Potter's was his highest, and most well recognized, personal achievement.

But something troubled the young Goblin about James Potter this day. There was an air of urgency in the way he presented himself. He was drawn, and tired looking, the bags under his eyes could have held ten galleons each. Not only did he look thoroughly exhausted, he looked nervous. His eyes were darting about him suspiciously, as if suspecting some sudden onslaught. Griphook raised an eyebrow, thinking over this bizarre behavior.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Potter?" Griphook asked cautiously.

"What?" James snapped, his eyes darting back to the Goblin before him, "Yes, yes... Fine Griphook. But if you don't mind I'm in a hurry..."

"Of Course, Mr. Potter..." Griphook said, giving a low bow, looking slightly perplexed but masking his curiosity well. "Right this way..."

"Thank you." James said firmly, striding swiftly towards his bank manager's now familiar office.

James turned abruptly into the smaller, narrower corridor that he had become accustomed to walking to on every visit to the bank. The young Goblin behind him had to hobble furiously just to keep up with the frantic man in front of him. As the single heavy wooden door loomed up before him, James pulled on the heavy brass knocker and heaved the door open, the wood grating against the cold stone floors loudly and echoing all the way down the hallways. Griphook finally caught up to James and managed to squeak through the door barely before it shut with a resounding boom.

James seated himself on one of the two dangerously r

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Hermione không thể giúp đỡ, nhưng nụ cười. Nó đã được rõ ràng rằng mặc dù tất cả họ đã là thông qua với nhau mà Lily và James Potter càng nhiều yêu như họ có bao giờ. Cô không biết lý do tại sao, nhưng những suy nghĩ dường như để cho hy vọng của cô. Hy vọng cho Harry và mình...Bạn sẽ làm gì? Bạn vẫn còn có trường học để suy nghĩ về, cả hai của bạn." James yêu cầu cô lặng lẽ, chuyển sang đối mặt với cô ấy."Tôi-tôi không biết... Tôi phải nói với Harry... Ông cần phải biết..." Hermione nói, cố gắng không để phản bội nghi ngờ của cô."Bạn không chắc chắn của làm thế nào ông sẽ phản ứng?" James lồng tiếng sợ hãi của mình.Hermione đột nhiên không thể tìm thấy giọng nói của cô, và định cư trên nodding nervously trong trả lời.James gật đầu với một nhăn."Chúng tôi không chính xác... với nhau khi nó xảy ra." Cô nói nervously.James nhìn lên. "Nhưng bạn yêu anh ta... không bạn?", ông nói với một nụ cười biết.Hermione gật đầu, mắt sáng với nước mắt. "Vâng... Tôi làm... ""Nhưng bạn không chắc chắn nếu ông cảm thấy cùng một cách?" James một lần nữa xác định chính xác của cô đào tạo của tư tưởng.Cô gật đầu, trở nên rất quan tâm đến móng tay của cô.James cười, đặt một bàn tay trên vai của mình. "Tôi thực sự không nghĩ rằng bạn có bất cứ điều gì phải lo lắng về, Hermione...""Bạn làm là gì?" Cô hỏi, nhìn lên đột ngột.James đã cho một cười nhỏ. "Mỗi thời điểm có ý thức, ông đã có ông đã kêu gọi tên của bạn.""Người duy nhất mà ông đã yêu cầu cho là bạn, Hermione... và anh ta không thậm chí hoàn toàn có ý thức trong những khoảnh khắc... Chắc chắn rằng sẽ cho bạn một cái gì đó." Lily nói nhẹ nhàng.A small, relieved smile crept over Hermione's face. However, as suddenly as it came, it disappeared and was replaced with a fresh look of concern."What if the baby changes how he feels about me?" She asked, slightly panicky.Lily and James both seemed to frown in unison as they looked at her, trying not to reveal their own fears. They gave each other fleeting glances which told Hermione, despite their best efforts, that they were just as concerned about this as she was."I guess we'll just have to wait and see how he reacts, Hermione. If anyone knows how he will react, it will be you. I haven't known my son in nearly fifteen years..." James said quietly, trailing off into overwhelming sadness as the realization of his last statement hit him."You have a lot to take into consideration, Hermione." Lily said softly. "There's school... You're both so young... You're going to need as much help as you can get.""We'll figure something out... Once Harry is awake we'll figure something out." Hermione said hesitantly, "I realize things will have to change...""You're a bright girl Hermione," Lily said with a small sigh, looking up from her son, "But I can't help but feel that you are being slightly naïve about this. This child will change everything. This child will change your world, yours and Harry's."Hermione nodded, furiously fighting back unshed tears. "We can make this work..." She said shakily, "We can do this... I won't give up my baby."Lily nodded slowly."Hermione," She began quietly, " I don't know how Harry is going to take all of this. I don't know how he will react to discovering that James and I have been alive all this time. Even once the circumstances have been explained... he may never forgive us. If he does, it may take a long time before he wants us around. But no matter what happens... James and I would never let you go through this alone, either of you. We will help you as much as we can... as much as Harry will allow us too."James nodded in agreement, giving Hermione a bracing smile. "We will always be here for you, no matter what happens."Hermione smiled gratefully, her eyes shining. "What happened wasn't your fault... Harry will see that...""I hope so, Hermione." James said grimly, "But even so, forgiveness is a lot to ask for... Many lives have been destroyed because of this...""Dumbledore will be made to answer for them all..." Lily said quietly."I'm glad I didn't tell him I was pregnant now." Hermione said quietly, with a hint of fear, "It seems all Dumbledore has ever done is try to remove the ones closest to Harry from his life...""I think you would be wise to keep the pregnancy a secret from him for as long as possible." Lily warned.Hermione looked up at Lily in surprise, could she mean what Hermione thought she meant?. Hermione looked into her eyes, glittering, green eyes filled to the brim with inner fear and concern. Hermione found the meaning in them severely alarming, her own amber brown eyes flickered warily.
"Surely you don't think he would come after me?"

"I don't know what to think, Hermione." Lily said in concern. "A week ago, I would never have doubted Albus Dumbledore... But now? He's a dangerous man, Hermione. Dangerous because he appears so innocent. I hate to say this, but, I fear for you and the safety of your child... Harry's child..."

Now that she thought about it, Hermione knew that Lily had every reason to believe Dumbledore would hurt Hermione. He had successfully removed all caring family and friends of family from the boy by the age of one. What would stop him removing any newfound family and friends? Hermione saw it very clearly; she was in danger. Her baby was in danger. She knew that being involved with Harry put her in harms way of Voldemort, and the Death Eaters for that matter, but never had she believed she would be in danger from the leader of the side of righteousness. Somehow, knowing that Dumbledore was a threat to her and her child, put more fear into her heart than Voldemort's threat ever could.

"I won't ever let him hurt Harry ever again. Not Harry, not you, or your child." James said darkly, "I promise you Hermione, he will never interfere with your lives the way he has ours..."

"I can't believe this is happening..." Hermione said, sinking into the harshness of reality so swiftly she could feel it drowning her.

"We have all been mislead." James said quietly, "Dumbledore has brainwashed us all. But things are in motion now that Dumbledore has no power over, the truth has been revealed."

"I still don't understand how Harry got here... How did he find us when he doesn't even know we're alive?" Lily asked aloud, breaking off onto a tangent.

Hermione too, had been desperately wondering how Harry had come to be in the Potter's living room. She could find no logical explanation for the phenomena. All she could think of was Dumbledore's first theories as to what had happened to Harry upon arriving in Privet Drive. The wards had been forced to break by the power of Harry's magic breaking free. Had his magic instinctively taken him to his parents? It didn't seem possible. How could his magic take him to his parents when he consciously knew, or thought he knew, that his parents were dead?

"I think I have an idea..." James cut into her thoughts suddenly, fishing around in his pocket.

"Dumbledore had a theory..." Hermione said watching James curiously, "He said that he suspected that Harry's magic apparated him out of the house when it forced its way out of his body, taking him somewhere safe... or that he came in contact with a port key without knowing it."

"I believe," James said with an unmistakable bitterness, "That the old bastard was actually right for once."

Hermione looked at him in surprise. "What? Why?" she asked sharply.

"Because," He said with a small smile, withdrawing something small from his pocket. "He had this around his neck."

As he opened his closed fist Hermione recognized Harry's ring, the Potter family Ring, sitting on the palm of James' hand. It was blood stained and dirty, but its stone still gleamed defiantly out from the silver. The engravings that were still visible through the crusted blood confirmed to James what he had already guessed. Harry had retrieved the Ring from the vault as he had intended.

"Good Evening, Mr. Potter. Lovely to see you again, Sir." Griphook said warmly greeting his client.

"Evening Griphook, I have some urgent business I'd like you to see too." James said looking around carefully.

Griphook was always delighted to see James Potter striding into Gringotts. The Potter's were his wealthiest clients, and, much to his delight, one of the wealthiest clients that the wizarding bank possessed. This of course, raised his prestige with the company, and he was now one of the most respected managers in the banks many branches. Securing a client with the caliber of the Potter's was his highest, and most well recognized, personal achievement.

But something troubled the young Goblin about James Potter this day. There was an air of urgency in the way he presented himself. He was drawn, and tired looking, the bags under his eyes could have held ten galleons each. Not only did he look thoroughly exhausted, he looked nervous. His eyes were darting about him suspiciously, as if suspecting some sudden onslaught. Griphook raised an eyebrow, thinking over this bizarre behavior.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Potter?" Griphook asked cautiously.

"What?" James snapped, his eyes darting back to the Goblin before him, "Yes, yes... Fine Griphook. But if you don't mind I'm in a hurry..."

"Of Course, Mr. Potter..." Griphook said, giving a low bow, looking slightly perplexed but masking his curiosity well. "Right this way..."

"Thank you." James said firmly, striding swiftly towards his bank manager's now familiar office.

James turned abruptly into the smaller, narrower corridor that he had become accustomed to walking to on every visit to the bank. The young Goblin behind him had to hobble furiously just to keep up with the frantic man in front of him. As the single heavy wooden door loomed up before him, James pulled on the heavy brass knocker and heaved the door open, the wood grating against the cold stone floors loudly and echoing all the way down the hallways. Griphook finally caught up to James and managed to squeak through the door barely before it shut with a resounding boom.

James seated himself on one of the two dangerously r