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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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Smiling, she opened the box to find a black sequined dress in the white paper. Replacing the lid to the box, she went back out front to finish her work. It was already 4:30, and she would need a shower. Finishing the cupcakes, she packed them up and set the in the cooler for the night. After closing up the shop, she noticed that it was now 5:30 and she would have very little time to get ready. Climbing the stairs with the dress in her hands, she smiled, wondering why Harry was so adamant that they be a couple. Entering her bedroom, she waved her hand and music filled the air, a soft jazz number. She started the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water rush over her and relax her. Thinking of time, she washed her hair and body and then stepped out into the steamy room. Wiping a towel over the mirror, she began to dry off and comb out her curls. Saying a drying spell, she dried her hair quickly and began to tame the curls into soft ringlets. She often wondered why she didn’t cut her hair, but she loved it long like this. Sweeping it up into a ribbon, it hung past her shoulders down the middle of her back. Checking the time, she realized that she only had half an hour to finish getting ready. She scrubbed her face and debated on putting on a small amount of make-up. Vetoing that idea quickly, she brushed her teeth and then stepped out into the bedroom. After putting on her stockings, she lifted the dress out of the box and gasped at how beautiful it was. It sparkled in the light every time it moved. Finding the bottom hem of the dress, she slipped it over her head, careful not to mess up her hair. The soft silky material slid down her body and hugged her curves, flaring onto the floor a little at her feet. There was a slit in the left side, going right up to about mid-thigh. Her left shoulder was left bare as it settled into place, held up by the strap over her right shoulder.

            Moving over to the full length mirror, she giggled slightly at the image. She looked stunning and was very interested to see what Mr. Potter thought about her. She didn’t have long to wait as he arrived in her bedroom just then. Stopping short at the door, he stared at her, gaping. “Wow” he whispered.

            Concerned at his reaction, “Is something wrong?” she asked.

            Shaking his head, “No, absolutely nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. You look amazing. I knew you would in that dress.”

            Emily smiled at him, her face lighting up. “Where is it that we are going?” she asked.

            “Not far from here, over in Diagon Alley. Are you ready?” Harry asked.

            “Just let me get my shoes.” She answered, picking up the black strap heels that came with the dress. She balanced on one foot and put each on; they magically adjusted to her size. Straightening up, she took the few steps to close the distance between them. They were exactly the same height now. She looked him over, “You look dashing, Harry. What’s the occasion for this formal dinner party?” she asked.

            “Just something the ministry does every year to welcome new employees.” He replied.

            He took a deep breath and she knew that he was about to apparate. “I can’t, Harry. The healer told me no apparating.”

            “Oh. I guess we can walk then, can you walk in those shoes?” he asked.

            “Sure, lead the way.” She answered, looking at him with her head tilted sideways. “I am a model, you know, I walk the runway in worse heels than this.” She said, letting him lead the way down the stairs and out through the shop into the street. After locking the door behind her, she waved her hand and he noticed the enchantments appear around the bakery. He offered his arm for her to take for the walk to the dinner party. She took his arm and smiled at him. He led them through the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley. Walking past the shops and almost out of the small community, she saw where they were headed. A huge house sat up on a hill, just outside of Diagon Alley. The windows of the house were lit by candles and the walkway had floating fairy lights lining it. They approached the house and he rang the bell. The door was opened magically, and as they stepped over the threshold their names were announced.

            “Miss Emily Avery escorted by Mr. Harry Potter.” A voice said. They were late in arriving, since they had to walk, so the room was fairly full. Ron and Hermione turned when they heard Harry’s name. Ron’s mouth gaped open as he took in the sight of the beautiful woman on Harry’s arm.

            “Who’s that?” he hissed to his wife. Hermione just smiled at him, knowing that Harry did not want Ron to know the relationship between the two just yet.

            “Well, I believe her name is Emily Avery and she appears to be Harry’s date for the party.” She told her husband.

            “Where did he meet her?” Ron asked.

            “I’m afraid you will have to ask Harry that.” Hermione said with a sigh, knowing that her husband wouldn’t stop until he got answers, and the ones he was looking for would make him angry with Harry. She wished her husband would see that he can still be friends with Harry and still love his sister at the same time, even though the two had broken up.

            Harry was greeted by the minister and then he began making the rounds of the room, his arm around Emily’s waist never leaving her. She smiled and muttered ‘nice to meet you’ to dozens of people, and wondered how she would keep them all straight. They stepped over to Ron and Hermione. “These are my two best friends, Ron and Hermione Weasley. We’ve been together through a lot. This is Emily, guys.” Harry introduced them and watched a look of confusion run over Ron’s face. “You can’t expect me to remain alone, Ron. Your sister moved on a long time ago, don’t you think it’s time to move past it ourselves?”

            ‘Oh, crap, this must be the brother of the girl who cheated on him.’ Emily realized. Harry’s arm around her waist felt wonderful, familiar. She never wanted it to move. They were called to take a seat and found their names at a round table near the front of the room.

            “There’s a few items before we begin to feast.” The minister spoke to the group. “First off, welcome to our newest employees, you know who you are. We hope you enjoy your time with the ministry. Second, I need everyone’s attention on this matter. It seems that the numbers of students attending Hogwarts has declined recently. It’s not that we don’t have the magic children to place there; it’s that the parents are too afraid to send their children off to school since the war. How can we remedy this? I have spoken with other ministers and they report the same issue at their schools. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.”

            “Well, I think the best thing would be for Potter and Weasley over there to send their children to school there. If they aren’t afraid to send their kids off, then others will see that it really is safe.” A voice drawled from a few tables away.

            “That’s a good idea, Draco, but since we don’t have children yet, I don’t think it will help at this moment. I do think maybe lowering the entrance age could help. Maybe some of the other prominent names from the war could send their children and get the ball rolling in that aspect.” Harry spoke up.

            “That’s a good idea. I will bring this up to the board and we will discuss it at our next meeting. Thank you. If there are other ideas, please don’t hesitate to bring them to my attention.” The minister said, then with a sweep of his hands, “Let’s eat.”

            Food appeared on each plate, the aroma was appetizing until it hit Emily’s nose. She abruptly stood and ran out of the room, looking for the loo. An attendant pointed the way out to her, looking after her concerned. Harry stared as she rushed out of the room, not knowing what was going on. He started to rise to follow, but Hermione stopped him. “I’ll take care of it. You probably don’t want to follow her right now.” She whispered. She followed Emily to the loo and found her rinsing her mouth out at the sink.

            Emily looked up when she entered, “Damn morning sickness. Why can’t it give some warning? Why can’t it actually be in the morning? Why aren’t those stupid potions working?” she moaned.

            “I don’t know. Those potions usually work fairly well. You’d have to discuss it with your healer, though. Harry’s worried. He doesn’t realize the things about pregnancy, the morning sickness the tiredness, the mood swings. He wanted to follow you.”

            Emily groaned, “Yeah, that’s something I really want him to see, me on my knees in this beautiful dress he bought me, puking my guts up at a dinner party with his boss. I’m so embarrassed. I’ve embarrassed Harry in front of his boss and everything.”

            Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted. “Oh, don’t worry about anything, dear. Kingsley is a decent man, and probably hasn’t even noticed that you left the room. No one will think twice about this. I’m so glad that my Harry has gotten on with his life and found himself a beautiful woman to share it with. I just didn’t know that things would go so far so quickly. I can tell by the look on your face that this is Harry’s child, and it’s a secret. Don’t worry, I won’t tell until you are ready for it to be known.” Molly Weasley had followed the girls to the loo and had overheard their conversation.

            “Oh, Molly, you startled me.” Hermione said. Seeing the look of terror on Emily’s face, “Oh, this is Ron’s mother. Harry’s surrogate mother.”

            “That makes her… the ex’s mother, too.” Emily choked out.

            “Yes, dear, Ginny is my only daughter, and I was very cross with her when she told me what she had done. Cheating on poor Harry like that, I raised her better. I’m glad he has found you, though. How far along are you dear?” Molly asked.

            “Almost 9 weeks now.” Emily’s answer was barely audible.

            They could see the thought process of Molly as she worked back, “I guess we should tell her the truth.” Hermione said. Emily nodded.

            “Harry and I met on the night that Ginny dumped him. We were so drunk that we barely knew who we were, let alone that we were in a pub. Well, I told him about my father arranging a marriage for me, and there was only one way to get out of it. He offered his services and well, it worked. I didn’t ask it of him; we were drunk and probably would have ended up in bed with someone anyway. It just turned out that we ended up in bed with each other and now, my marriage contract is void.” Emily explained.

            “Oh, dear. I hadn’t imagined. Well, I’m glad you told him about the baby and didn’t try to keep him out of the child’s life.” Molly said. “I’m very happy to see him smile, that’s something he hasn’t done in a while, right Hermione?”

            “Yes, Molly. I’m glad to see Harry happy, too. I only wish Ron would get over this whole loyalty thing.” Hermione stated. “We’d better get back out there before Harry bursts in to find you.” She laughed at the image of Harry pacing outside the women’s restroom, warring with himself about bursting in.

            The three women walked back out to the main room and the aroma of food was almost too much for Emily. She took a deep breath and tried to think of other things. She would try to eat a little. She and Hermione walked back to the table where Ron and Harry were waiting. Ron was busy scarfing down his food, while Harry had barely touched his. When he saw Emily, he rose. “You okay?” he asked.

            She nodded and leaned towards him, “Morning sickness because of the baby. Oh, and Molly Weasley now knows.” Leaning back, she watched the emotions run across his face. “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

            “It’s not your fault. I should really have already told her.” Harry said, holding her chair for her. Looking around before he sat, he found Molly watching him with a grin on her face.

            “Tell who what?” Ron said, catching the last bit of what Harry said.

            “It’s nothing to worry about Ron.” Hermione said.

            “You know!? How is it that you don’t tell me, but you tell my wife?” Ron exclaimed, forgetting to keep his voice down.

            “Ron, drop it, okay. I will tell you later, not here, not now.” Harry hissed at him, trying to remind him to keep his voice down.

            “Tell me now! Why are you keeping secrets from me?” Ron yelled.

            “For crying out loud, Ron, keep your voice down.” Hermione said.

            “No, I won’t. Why are you two keeping secrets from me?” he continued.

            Emily turned red; embarrassed that she was causing such issues with these friends. Harry was getting angry with Ron. “Ron, it really isn’t any of your business, but if you must know, she’s pregnant with my child.” He blurted out to the astonishment of most of the room.

            Emily put her face in her hands and knew that all eyes were on her now. She sagged into her seat and waited for the chaos to begin. Harry sat down angrily, not realizing that he had said it loud enough for the entire room to hear until he only heard complete silence. Looking around, he ran his hands through his hair, “Bloody hell.” He muttered. Taking a deep breath, he stood again, facing the dining room. “Yes, you heard right. I will be having a child soon with Emily. Now, please continue eating, it’s not the end of the world.” Sitting down, he heard someone start clapping, and then the entire room was clapping. Hermione beamed at him and joined in.

            The minister stood, “It’s great news, Harry. We are all happy for you both.”

            Harry turned red, and muttered a thank you to the crowd and began picking at his food again. He turned to Emily who still had her face in her hands. Smiling, he placed his hands over hers and pulled them off her face. Looking into her eyes, “Hey, it’s okay. No one will yell or anything. It’s just not exactly how I imagined telling everyone, but it’s out in the open now.” He put a hand on her neck and pulled her forward to place a kiss on her forehead.

            “I’m so sorry, Harry. I shouldn’t have come tonight.” Emily whispered.

            “No, this is not your fault. I love that you are here with me tonight. Everything will be just fine.” He replied. Turning back to his plate, he glared at Ron. “Happy now, you know.”

            Ron glared back at him, “Didn’t take you long to move on, huh, Harry. My sister must not have been the only one seeing someone else.”

            “Ron, Harry is not a cheater. Your sister is the one who was seeing someone behind his back, and when he was willing to forgive and forget, she tossed that back in his face and told him to get lost. He has every right to go out with someone else now. Get over the fact that your sister will not be marrying your best friend, he obviously has.” Hermione hissed at her husband.

            Ron turned red and ducked his head, “I suppose you’re right, Hermione. I’m sorry, Harry. I just can’t get over you and Ginny not being together.”

            “It’s okay, Ron. I understand that it will take some time to get used to the idea. I’ve decided that I will be with Emily every step of the way during this pregnancy and after the child gets here. I will not be a weekend dad.” Harry told his friend. Emily began to slowly eat, the smell not getting to her now that she was distracted. Finally, dinner was over and the tables were moved to the sides of the room to allow room for dancing. Harry led Emily onto the dance floor and took her into his arms. “I’m so sorry about Ron. I knew he would take this the wrong way. He took our break-up really hard.” He whispered in her ear as he led her in the dance. Glancing around at the other dancing couples, he heard her sigh.

            “I suppose everyone was going to know eventually. I just didn’t expect it to be so abruptly.” She replied.

            “I know, and I’m sorry about that. He was just making me so angry.” He told her. They danced in silence for a while, just relishing the feel of each other. They both leaned towards each other, placing their foreheads together, and sighed. Harry tilted his head slightly and brought their lips together in a soft, tender kiss. Pulling away, he groaned in frustration. This woman would unhinge him if he wasn’t careful. After several dances, everyone started to trickle out of the dinner party, making their way home. Harry and Emily said their goodbyes and left to walk to Emily’s flat. As they approached the bakery, she noticed something attached to the door. Disarming the enchantments, she reached for the parchment that was placed on the door of the bakery by someone who knew how to get past the enchantments.
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