In Perpetuum: Continuari [Harry Potter]

COMPLETED: Hermione Granger/Sirius Black. Sequel to 'In Perpetuum'. Make sure you read the first story, in order for this one to make sense. A series of one-shots based on the original story, mostly what happened between the end of the story and the epilogue.


11. Sororis Patris


"Noooo! I don't want to go to Aunt Hermione's! She'll make me read. I don't want to learn the alphabet, EVER!"

"Please, Harry. You have to go. I have to take Mummy to St Mungo's," begged James as he crouched to the level of his son.

Lily watched the scene unfold before her, alternating between panting and showing her frustration at them.

"James," she said through gritted teeth, "just pick him up and Floo him over. You've no idea how silly you look arguing with a four-year-old.

Lily winced as she felt another contraction clench at her abdomen.

James heeded his wife's advice and picked up his still struggling son, carrying him over to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and shouted through the emerald green flames, shooting one last look at Lily who was now gripping the back of a chair as though she might never let it go.

He arrived at Sirius and Hermione's house, where despite the later hour Hermione was wide awake, albeit in her dressing gown.

She wordlessly grabbed the wriggling Harry, and pulled her arms around him protectively.

"Thanks so much Mione," said James in a hurried voice, "I've got to get back to Lily and get her to the hospital. It won't be long before Harry gets himself a little brother or sister to play with!"

James looked every inch the proud father as he stood there, beaming at his small son whilst thinking of the previous new addition to their family.

"Not a problem, James," replied Hermione, "You'd better get going. You don't want to worry Lils,"

Hermione watched as the colour instantly drained from James' face at the thought of an irate wife. An irate wife who was also very much in labour, and who was capable of doing anything in her present state.

"Yep. I'll send word as soon as the baby is born."

Hermione smiled and nodded, taking her arm from around Harry and ushering James back towards the fireplace.

"Go on. We'll be fine."

James disappeared from view in a flash of bright green flames, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the spacious sitting room. Hermione leaned down towards her nephew.

"It's very late, Harry. Would you like to go and sleep with Leo tonight? He's got a big warm bed that he wouldn't mind sharing."

Harry silently nodded, and he allowed his aunt to take him upstairs to his cousin's bedroom.

They climbed the large staircase, up to the first floor of the house. Hermione did not want to wake anyone by turning on the proper lights, so the only reprieve they got from the darkness was the narrow beam from her wand tip. She shone the majority of the light towards Harry, not wanting him to trip in the dark.

The pair tiptoed past the first door, and moved onto the second door, pausing in front of it.

Hermione gently pushed the door open and peered in. Despite the considerable size of the bed, Leo had curled himself into a ball under the covers, in one corner of the bed. He was so far to the edge he looked as though he could fall to the floor at any moment.

Hermione nudged Harry into the room, and tucked him into the bed, on the side that was away from Leo. She moved over to Leo's side to push him back towards the middle of the bed. He mumbled a bit in his sleep and his black curls flopped down to cover his eyes. Fortunately he did not wake.

"Do you need anything before you go to sleep?" whispered Hermione to Harry.

Harry sat up in bed, thinking for a minute.

"When will Daddy come back? He's gone to be with Mummy, is she going to be alright?"

"Yes, Mummy and Daddy are together at St Mungo's. They've gone to get you a little brother or sister. Sometimes that can take a little while, but if you're lucky, by the time you wake up, you'll have someone new to play with."

Harry piped down for a minute before effervescing up again.

"But, I don't want a brother or a sister," he said softly, but vehemently.

"What would you like, then?" said Hermione, slightly shocked but at the same time, curious.

"I don't want anyone," said Harry with a slight wobble in his voice, "I don't want to share you Aunty Mione. I don't like it when you make me learn stuff, but you're my only Aunty Mione."

Hermione felt as though she would turn into a pile of goo at the cuteness of Harry's reply.

"Oh, sweetheart, I've got plenty of love to go around, for everyone."

She pulled his small frame into the most encompassing hug that she could muster.

"I'll never stop loving you Harry," she whispered into his untidy black hair.

"Now," she continued as she reluctantly pulled away from the hug, "Do you need a drink, or something to eat? The bathroom?"

Harry shook his head and snuggled himself back under the covers. Hermione leant over and kissed his now, unfurrowed brow.

"Goodnight Harry. Sweet dreams."

She quickly tiptoed out of the room, closing the door behind her.


Birth Announcement

Lily and James Potter are proud to announce the birth of their second child

Ellie Dorea Potter

Beneath this message was a small black and white, but still moving picture of a gurgling baby girl in the arms of her beaming mother, surrounded by those who loved her,

Hermione watched as Harry's hand curled gently around his sister's foot, where the blanket had slipped and exposed it.

She grinned at this small but comforting action, and made a mental note to give Harry millions of cuddles the next time that she saw him.

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