A Dance Through Thyme [Harry Potter]

There are no strangers here; only friends you haven't met. An unknown man sends Hermione back to the Marauder's Era as revenge, however, the consequences are far more disastrous than what even he imagines when Hermione loses her memory of the past. Why did that man do this to her, and what secrets will be spilled? Who is the guilty party?


51. Chapter 42: Heilend



Every day that Lily Potter woke up still pregnant was a blessing for her. She still thought of Niamh; in fact, this happened frequently. The thoughts were still quite painful, and the mixture of her grief and pregnancy hormones made her almost inconsolable at times.


The baby was due almost any day. She and James did not know the gender yet. They wanted it to be a surprise, but Lily could not help but think of her continued conversations with her husband about the matter.


“James, I know that I keep saying this baby will be a girl, but what do you really think it will be?” she asked of him one night as they lay on the couch together, listening to the soothing sound of rain drumming on the roof. She was very tired, and wanted to sleep, but she also wanted to stay up a little longer to spend time with James. They would not have much alone time in the near future.


“I’m still stuck in that bet with Moony and Padfoot. I still have to go with girl.”


Lily’s eyes widened when she heard this, and she reached her arm back to give James a playful slap.


“You are not still betting on our baby!” she laughed, although James knew she was deadly serious.


“How else will we choose her godparents?” asked James, also serious.


“We’ll think about that when she’s born…oooh, she…err, he… umm it, is kicking. Feel?”


Lily guided James’ hand across her belly to the point where she could feel the baby’s feet drumming against her side. They had become more painful over the past few weeks as the baby ran out of room in her belly, but she would have happily stayed pregnant forever. It was a wonderful feeling to have your baby growing inside you.


James leaned his head towards her stomach, pressing his lips against where the baby was pounding away against his hand.


“Hello little one. Can you hear us talking about you?” Lily smiled at her husband attempting baby talk. “Yes, that’s right. We can’t wait to meet you. Mummy’s been organising your room for months, and months. We will always keep you safe, because you love you to the moon and the stars times infinity. Maybe we’ll even give you another brother or sister, so you can play together.”


Lily gave a sad smile at this, thinking of her other little baby. Her little baby Niamh, who was no longer with them. She did not know what happened when you died, but she hoped it was something beautiful. Niamh deserved only the best.


James had stopped talking to her belly, and the baby had since settled down as well. His hand was still pressed up against her stomach as he snoozed next to her, and she could feel the warmth of his body against her t-shirt; however a new kind of warmth was now spreading a little lower in her body.


James woke with a start, thoroughly confused.


“Lils, what happened? Why are you so wet?”


Lily’s eyes widened and comprehension flooded her facial features. Her fingers felt down as far as they could reach to find that her trousers were indeed soaked.


“James, I think the baby’s coming,” she said, panting with fear more than any pain.


She had been getting some slight tightness around her stomach, but that had been happening on and off for weeks as her body prepared for labour, so she thought nothing of it.


“James, help me up. I think we need to get to the hospital as soon as possible.”




The first Hermione knew of anything out of the ordinary was a tapping that was loud against her bedroom window. Looking at the clock that was perched above her dresser, she saw that it was almost four in the morning. Far to early for anything except bad news.


Hurtling out of bed and moving towards the window, she saw that it was a regular barn owl. These were usually only reserved for places in the community that sent letters in bulk, such as Hogwarts or the Ministry. It had stuck out its foot for her rather impatiently, as though it had far more important places to be.


The string around the owl’s foot had been tied hastily, and was nothing more than a giant knot. It took Hermione several minutes to manually attempt undoing the knot; finding no success, she got her wand and sent a carefully aimed severing jinx towards the owl’s leg. It squawked and flapped its wings in annoyance, but was soon back out into the darkness leaving Hermione alone with the message.


Almost ripping the parchment in half with impatience, Hermione’s eyes skimmed over the scrawls of handwriting within seconds. Her eyes softened as she progressed, and by the time she had reached the signature at the bottom of the tiny piece of parchment, her heart was leaping with joy for the first few time in a very long time.


It was a very short message, but it said everything.


Hermione –


You and Padfoot win. We named him Harry.




She knew that the hospital would not accept any visitors until the day had dawned properly. However, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, she sat up and watched the sky begin to get light with a cup of tea in one hand and the letter still in the other. It was too early for the sun to rise, but it already looked like it was going to be a fabulous summer day.


Hermione looked down at the letter for what must have been the twentieth time since she had received it. Not able to wipe the smile from her face, she realised with slight apprehension that James had specifically said that she had ‘won’. Surely he hadn’t taken the bet seriously. They were only having a laugh when they bet on the gender of the baby.


Her eyes widened when she realised that James may well have taken her seriously, and she was now Harry’s godmother. Sirus would also be godfather, but that was a given.


Shaking her head at the foolishness of her friend, she put down her now empty mug with the letter and proceeded to prepare herself for the day. A hot shower would calm her just enough so that she could get to the hospital to see baby Harry without grinning like a maniac the whole way there.




“Here she is!” James’ voice proudly boomed across as Hermione entered the small hospital room where Lily was staying. “Here is the lovely godmother!”


Hermione sighed internally; he had taken the bet seriously after all.


“Shush! Harry is sleeping,” Lily muttered, knowing that James was far too excited to be listening to her anyway.


“Hello James,” Hermione smiled. She stooped down to give Lily and big hug and a kiss along with the bunch of flowers she had brought.


“How are you feeling?” she asked Lily with one eyebrow raised, insinuating that she didn’t want anything sugar-coated.


“Sore,” admitted Lily, shifting slightly from where she was sitting in the bed. “But I’m all good considering. The healer said that the labour went quite smoothly considering my… previous complications.”


Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she looked into the distance when she next spoke.


“I was scared, Hermione. I was scared that I wasn’t going to hear him cry.”


Hermione nodded, not wanting to push Lily any further. Harry may have been born, but her emotions were still all over the place. It was a bittersweet moment for all of them. Harry was here, safe and sound. Niamh was not, and never would be.


“Would you like to hold him?” Lily’s voice pierced through Hermione’s thoughts, suddenly brighter.


Hermione could only nod, knowing that her voice would betray her emotions. She walked over to the bassinet in the corner of the room, and peered at the sleeping baby within.


His face was still all scrunched and red, but he had plenty of black hair covering his head, sticking up all over the place. Before scooping him into her arms, Hermione reached out with one hand, smoothing it carefully over his head.


“Hi, Harry,” she whispered. “It’s me. Hermione.”


Harry whimpered slightly in his sleep, but he did not wake. Supporting his head with one hand, and the rest of his body with her other hand, Hermione lifted him towards her cradling him against her chest.


She could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she turned around with Harry in her arms. Remus has brought a camera along, and she held Harry up slightly so that he could take a picture of the pair of them. He quietly promised her a copy when he developed them, not quite looking her in the eye as he spoke to her. He was still mad, and Hermione did not blame him. It had taken her months to come to terms with her fate, and she expected no less from him.


Sirius joined in the next photo, so that Harry could have a photo with both of his godparents together. Hermione took the camera from Remus to take a few of him and Harry, despite his protests. Lily and James had more than a dozen photos each with Harry before Hermione thought to put him back to bed. A growing baby needed plenty of sleep, even if he was surrounded by all the love he needed.


As she carried him across the room back to his bassinet, she cooed softly at him, pressing a soft kiss on his small forehead.


“Look how many people are here to see you, Harry,” she said in a whisper so that the others would not be able to hear her. “Never forget that we love you. Whatever happens, we will never stop loving you. You’ll have a much better life, full of wonderful things. I promise. I will do whatever I can to keep you and your family safe.”

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