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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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A couple of months went by, time passing in what felt like the blink of an eye for Harry. He was so caught up in the case he was working that he didn’t notice the passing of each day.

            Out in the muggle side of London, Emily opened her shop every morning and closed it every evening with only one thing on her mind; the fact that she had had sex with Harry Potter, the most famous wizard of the time. About two months after the night in question, she closed up her bakery early to make a trip to St. Mungo’s. Today was about the tenth day in a row that she had thrown up for no reason, just the smell of some of the sweets in the shop. Arriving at the hospital, she informed the receptionist of her issue and was directed to the third floor. Finding the room she needed, she sat down to wait.

            “Miss Romano, if you will follow me please.” A Healer appeared soon after she sat down. Emily followed her into an office. “My name is Healer Michaels, what seems to be the problem?”

            “Well, for the past week and a half, I have been nauseated and thrown up for no reason. Just a smell will hit me the wrong way. I’ve been tired a lot lately and just feeling run down in general.” Emily told the healer.

            “Hmm… sounds like you may be pregnant. Let me run a scan and take a look.” The healer said.

            Emily knew that the healer was right. You don’t just cast the fertility charm and take a conception potion and not expect to get pregnant. “Sure.” She said.

            The healer rounded the desk, holding out her wand. The tip of the wand glowed yellow as she waved it over Emily. Upon reaching her abdomen, the wand glowed bright green, indicating pregnancy. Nodding, the healer smiled, “Yep, you are pregnant. Not too far along, I don’t think.”

            “8 weeks.” Emily said, knowing exactly when it had taken place.

            “Okay, well, you would be the one to know. Here are some potions that you should take every day. They will help with the nausea and tiredness. Come back and see me in 4 weeks. No apparating, only travel by floo or broom.” Healer Michaels said, handing her a small case filled with vials of a green potion.

            “Thank you.” Emily said, getting up to leave. She walked out of the hospital and squinted in the bright sunlight out on the muggle street in London. Lost in her thoughts, she wandered around and found herself in the Leaky Cauldron. Asking for the use of the floo network, she sighed and spoke the words she never thought she would say, “Ministry of Magic.” Green flames leapt around her and she began to spin. Coming to a stop soon, she stepped out of the fireplace at the ministry, holding her stomach to quiet the nausea that the spinning had caused, and looked around to get her bearings. Where would she find him? Spying a desk at the end of the corridor, she began walking towards it. “I would like to speak with Harry Potter.” She said to the young witch behind the desk.

            “I’m sorry. You can’t just walk in here and ask to speak with the head Auror. He’s a very busy man. He has no time for idle chit chat.” The woman said, nastily.

            “Well, I’m sorry, but this is extremely important. I have to speak with him, now.” Emily said, her voice steadily getting louder.

            “There is no need to shout, lady. There is no way that you are going to speak with him. I won’t allow it.” The woman said.

            “Look here, woman…” Emily began and felt a hand on her shoulder.

            “Miss Romano, if you will follow me, I will take you to Harry.” Hermione had noticed her when she entered the ministry. She knew exactly who she was and what she was here for.

            Emily turned to her and recognized her immediately. She nodded and followed Hermione to the lifts. Once inside, she turned to Hermione, “How do you know me?”

            “I researched a lot in school and read all about your family. Very fascinating.” She answered.

            “Great. Here I thought I was going to remain anonymous in London.” Emily sighed.

            “Well, you probably are, I believe it’s just me and Harry that know. He came to me the day after your… encounter.” Hermione told her.

            Emily stared at her, “He told you?” she asked.

            “Well, he asked my advice on how to find you. He didn’t want a child of his to grow up without him in their life. He never really had a family, and he doesn’t want that for any child he helps to bring into this world. He didn’t know who you were, though, until I saw his memory from the pub and told him what I knew about you and your family.” Hermione said as they stepped off the lift and began walking down the corridor. She stopped in front of a door in the middle of the hallway. “Here we are.” Knocking, she heard him mutter admittance and she opened the door. “Harry, you have a visitor.”

            Stepping aside, Hermione allowed Emily to enter the room. He stood up so quickly that he knocked his chair over. “Emily.” He whispered.

            Emily nodded and Hermione stepped out of the room and closed the door. She cast a silencing charm on the room so that the conversation wasn’t overheard. Harry just stared at her. ‘Man, she’s even more beautiful when I’m sober.’ He thought to himself as he felt a funny sensation in the pit of his stomach. He knew why she was here, and he still wasn’t sure how he felt about this.

            Emily stared back at him, ‘Wow, he’s freaking gorgeous,’ she thought, looking him over. Clearing her throat, she began to speak, “I’m sure you know why I’m here.”

            He nodded, “Apparently, it worked.” Thinking back to that night, he couldn’t think of why it wouldn’t have worked.

            “Yes, I just found out about an hour ago for sure. I wanted you to know.” She said.

            “How did you know where to find me? How did you know who I was?” he asked, afraid that his fame was the only reason that night had happened.

            “Honestly, Harry, I didn’t know who you were until I woke up the next morning. I was so totally wasted that I barely knew who I was. When I woke up and saw you lying there next to me, I freaked. You are very recognizable, you should know that. Even without the scar, people know who you are.” She explained.

            “Why did you leave?” he asked, not really knowing why he was asking.

            “I was scared. I didn’t know how you would react to finding me in your bed. I didn’t know what to expect. I wasn’t even really sure what happened until I got back to my flat and pulled out my memories to see what happened. I was very embarrassed by what I saw. I’ve never acted like that before. I don’t know what came over me.” She rushed through her words.

            “I wondered if you knew who I was that night, but I didn’t care if you did. I only wanted to help you out, and you were, are, so beautiful. It frightened me a little, I thought you’d turn me away, but you didn’t.” he told her.

            “So, what do we do now? I’m not asking anything of you, Harry. I can take care of myself and the child.” She said.

            Harry was distracted, looking out his office door, he saw Ron yelling at his secretary, flailing his arms and looking angry. “How about we have dinner tonight and we can discuss this?” he asked.

            Emily nodded, “Okay. Where and what time?”

            “I’m not sure what time; can I pick you up somewhere?” Harry asked.

            Thinking, Emily decided to tell him about her shop. “You can find me at the bakery on the corner down from the Leaky Cauldron on the muggle street. The only one there.” She said and turned to leave. Harry rushed past her to the door, flinging it open, he undid the silencing charm.

            “Ron, what the bloody hell are you doing yelling at my secretary?” he yelled. Emily slipped past him, unnoticed by Ron. The red haired Ron turned to his friend, gaping.

            “She wouldn’t let me in your office. Said you were in a meeting, and I had to wait.” He told Harry.

            Harry shook his head, “Ron, I was in a meeting. A very important one that you interrupted with all your shouting at an innocent secretary who was doing her job. Now, what is it that’s so important that couldn’t wait 10 minutes for me to finish? Estella, I’m very sorry for my friend and co-worker’s rude behavior. It won’t happen again.” Harry addressed his secretary and ushered Ron into his office.

            Ron’s face turned beet red with embarrassment and being called out by his best friend on his behavior. “Who were you in a meeting with?” Ron asked.

            “That is not your concern, Ron. It’s a very confidential matter. What is it that you needed to discuss with me?” Harry told him. Ron wouldn’t understand him having this one-night stand and the consequences that have evolved from it. Ron would see it as a slight on his sister and that wouldn’t be good for either of them right now. They were already walking a thin line in their friendship, ever since Ginny had broken up with Harry.

            “Well…” Ron began and explained what his purpose was to Harry. Harry, as the head Auror and Ron’s boss, listened patiently and interjected his opinion every now and again. All business now, Harry had pushed Emily and the child to the back of his mind until later. Ron left and Harry resumed his paperwork, trying to clear his desk by a decent hour so that he could meet with Emily in private somewhere.

            Hermione knocked on his door a bit after 7 in the evening. “Come in, Hermione.” He called out.

            “Hey, you going home any time soon?” she asked of her friend.

            “Yeah, well not home exactly. I’m meeting Emily for dinner.” He told her.

            “So, she is?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

            “Yes, she is. That would be the only reason for her to show up here out of the blue. We didn’t get much time to talk, because Ron showed up ranting at Estella because I was in a meeting.” Harry sighed. He wished his friend would get over the breakup of Harry and Ginny.

            “Let me know if I can help with anything, Harry.” Hermione said and left the office.
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