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A New Evil	By : orcadarwin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Harry awoke in his bed, alone. Glancing around, he realized that his alarm was going off but he couldn’t hear it. Swearing, he removed the silencing charm and shut off his alarm. He knew she was gone. Putting on his glasses, he threw back the covers and headed for the shower. ‘Man that was an amazing night. Even though we were both drunk and decided to get her pregnant.’ As he was washing his hair, his hands stopped in mid-air. ‘Oh shit, we were trying to get her pregnant. What the bloody hell came over me to suggest something like that? Oh yeah, her marriage contract, her getting pregnant is the only way to get out of it. But bloody hell, I performed a fertility charm twice and she drank a conception potion.’ Letting the water run down over his face, his mind raced. ‘I don’t even know her name.’ he told himself. Maybe nothing took effect, maybe the fertility potion was a dud and the charms didn’t work. There was no way in hell he was going to let a child of his into this world without knowing him. He had to find her. Figuring that the bartender was his first step on that mission, he finished his shower and dressed.

            Arriving in the bar a few hours later when it opened, he found the bartender from the night before. “Excuse me, do you remember me from last night?” he asked.

            “Sure, you disappeared with that gorgeous red head.” The bartender smiled and nodded.

            “You wouldn’t happen to know her name, would you?” Harry asked him.

            The bartender looked at him strangely for a moment, “You didn’t get her name?” Then shaking his head, he said, “No, I never heard her say a name. She was trying to forget something, I know that. Downing those firewhiskeys like they were water.”

            Harry nodded, frustrated that this had gotten him nowhere. “Thanks.” Turning, he left the bar and wandered out into Diagon Alley. ‘Now how do I find her?’ he asked himself. He couldn’t very well be found lurking around the streets looking at everyone who passed him. She was obviously a witch, having cast that silencing charm on him this morning. ‘Maybe Hermione will know how I can find her.’ He thought. With a new resolve, he disapparated to the ministry where he would find his two best friends, Hermione and Ron. They had married soon after the war was over and were actually extremely happy with each other. He was happy for them, and wished he could have that. He thought he and Ginny were happy, but apparently she wasn’t, since she had just dumped him for some big Quidditch star. Walking through the halls of his workplace, he stopped at Hermione’s office. Relieved to find her alone, he stuck his head in the door, “Hey, Hermione, can we talk? Privately.” He asked.

            Hermione looked up from her work and smiled. “Of course, Harry, come in.” When he had entered the room, she magically locked the door and cast silencing spells on the room to keep anyone from overhearing their conversation. “Are you alright, Harry, you look conflicted?” she asked, concerned for her friend.

            “Well, yeah, I am conflicted. I’m sure you know by know what happened last night. Ginny broke up with me for some guy on the Quidditch team with her.” Harry began.

            “No, I didn’t know that. I’m so sorry, Harry, I know you love her.” Hermione said, handing flying to her mouth in shock.

            “Yeah, I did love her, but I don’t think I do anymore. She’s been seeing him for over a year now. Anyway, I found myself in the pub last night after that, trying to drown all the memories and the pain. I saw this girl come in and sit down at the bar. I watched her for a while, watched her throw back at least a dozen glasses of firewhiskey. Finally, I got up the courage to talk to her. I was feeling a bit reckless; the drinks were working on me. We talked for a while, and before I knew it we were back in my flat having amazing sex. She was pissed at her family for arranging a marriage for her. The only way out of the contract that her father had made is for her to get pregnant with another man’s child. Well, when she told me this, I offered my services. Yeah, like I said, the drinks were working on me. So, anyway, we had a full night of amazing, unadulterated sex. I even gave her a conception potion and cast a fertility charm twice to ensure that she did conceive. When I woke up this morning, I found that she had cast a silencing charm on me and disappeared.” Harry stopped speaking and looked at Hermione to see a look of pure shock on her face.

            “Harry, this is so not like you.” She whispered.

            “I know. Like I said, we both were wasted. I don’t even remember how many glasses of firewhiskey I had, I’m pretty sure she had about two dozen by the time we got to my flat. I don’t even know her name. Hermione, I can’t leave a child of mine without a father. If she did get pregnant last night, how will I know? Do I stake out the hospital and ambush her when she comes in for a test in a few weeks? How do I find her?” he asked.

            “I’m not sure, Harry. If she left before you woke up, maybe she made up that story so that you would have sex with her and she could get pregnant with your child. Make a name for herself, so to speak.” She said softly.

            “I thought of that, but I really don’t think that was the case. I believe that she was telling me the truth. All that firewhiskey she drank was doing a number on her. The bartender told me that she was drinking the strongest bottles he had in stock. I’m not even sure why she left so suddenly this morning.” He said, putting his head in his hands. “What have I gotten myself into?”

            “Well, Harry, I don’t know of any way to find out who she is or where she’s from. You are certain that she didn’t mention a name of any kind?” she asked.

            “I’m sure; I’ve looked at my memories over and over from the moment she walked into the pub. She never said any name whatsoever. I’m pretty sure she was American, though. She did say that she had travelled a long way to get away from her family.” Harry told her.

            “I don’t know what to tell you Harry. Can you let me see what she looks like? I don’t want to see all the details from your flat, just what she looked like in the pub.” She asked, raising her wand.

            “Yeah, sure, go ahead. She was one beautiful woman.” He nodded and allowed Hermione to extract the memory from his head. Walking over to the pensive, she tipped her wand into the silvery liquid, watching it swirl. Lowering her head, she placed her face in the liquid and was transported to the pub from the night before. Watching from Harry’s point of view, she saw the girl he was talking about. Realization struck her and she gasped. ‘Oh, wow. Do I tell Harry that he bedded Emily Romano, the heir to the Romano mafia family? He is in so much trouble if they find out.’ She pulled her head out of the pensive and siphoned Harry’s memory out of it and back into his own head. Looking worried, she sat down at her desk again.

            “You know something, I can tell by the look on your face.” Harry said, sitting on the edge of the chair.

            Sighing, Hermione nodded, “I recognize her. She’s only the most talked about model/designer in the fashion industry. Her name is really big right now because she went into hiding. Her name is Emily Romano, and yes, she is American. She’s the one and only child of Stephan Romano, a big mafia boss in Chicago. I always had a feeling he was magical, no one can come by that much power without some kind of magic. He pretty much owns America and several other countries in the world. He rivals Voldemort in his views about supremacy.” She explained while typing on her computer to find out most of that information. “He wants all muggles killed, so that only magic remains, pureblood magic, that is.”

            Harry gaped at her. “Oh, wow, and here I thought we were done with evil wizards.” Looking at Hermione, “What’s a mafia boss?” he asked.

            “Well, he’s kind of like a leader of a gang. There’s lots of violence associated with the mafia, as well as muggle drugs. He’s not someone to mess with. He holds a lot of power over the government officials, which is how he possesses so much power over the muggles.” Hermione explained.

            Harry ran a hand over his face, “What the bloody hell did I get myself in to here? I just thought she was a beautiful woman out looking for a good time.”

            “Well, you were right about that Harry. She was looking for a good time, something to take her mind off her family and the arranged marriage. The marriage was announced yesterday, and it’s to another mafia family. She must have been trying to get away from them, not wanting anything to do with their ways.” She suggested.

            “Maybe. What do I do if she does turn up pregnant?” he asked.

            “I’m not sure, Harry. The first thing you need to do is find her and talk to her.” Hermione said as she saw Ron banging on her office door. Harry turned at her smile and nodded his head that their discussion was concluded.

            Ron entered the room, “What’s the meaning of you being locked in my wife’s office with her, and a silencing charm on the room?” he bellowed good-naturedly. He would never think that Harry and Hermione were having an affair. “What’s up?”

            “Nothing, right Hermione?” Harry said, shaking his head slightly. He didn’t want anyone else to know what had transpired last night.

            “Right, we were just talking about a case and didn’t want to be overheard.” She nodded.

            Ron looked between them and knew that they were hiding something, but he didn’t press the issue. He had come to take his wife to lunch. “Ready, Hermione? I’m starving.”

            “Yes, Ron. When are you anything but starving?” she laughed at her husband.

            “I’m not that bad.” He pouted.

            “Yeah, you are.” Harry piped up.

            “Hey, you want to join us, Harry?” Ron asked.

            “No, that’s okay. You’re probably going to the one place that I would rather not be right now. Your sister did a number on my heart.” Harry said, looking down at his feet.

            “Yeah, I’m sorry about that mate. She told mum last night and mum went ballistic. Yelled at her for over an hour about breaking your heart.” He told his friend.

            “Yeah, well, I suppose it’s for the best.” Harry said and turned to leave the office, heading for his own, figuring he might as well try to get some work done. Dejected, Harry began to work on a new case and soon the incident of the night before was in the back of his mind. Not gone, just pushed aside for a while until he had time to bring it back forward and think about it.
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