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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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Hello girl,

            I found you. Bet you didn’t think I could. There’s no way that you can get away now. You will marry Todd and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. If you are truly pregnant with the spawn of some stranger, then I will be getting rid of the spawn and you will still be pure in the eyes of the Gustavos. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. I will do anything to get you married off to them so that I can have my blood heir.

                                                Father

            Stumbling, she placed her hand on the door to balance herself. Harry wrapped his arms around her and opened the bakery door. Locking the door behind them, he led her towards the staircase that appeared as they approached it. Upstairs in her flat, he set her down on the couch. “What is it?” he asked.

            She handed him the letter. He cursed when he read the words her father had written. “Bloody hell. How can he threaten an innocent child?” she spoke finally.

            Harry sat down beside her and put his arms around her again, gathering her into a hug. “He has another think coming if he thinks he will harm one hair on your or our child’s head. I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

            She nodded into his chest and sighed, loving the feel of being in his arm. “I just wish he would give up on me. I don’t want anything to do with him; he’s not even my real father.”

            His hands roamed over her back, soothing her nerves. She felt so good in his arms that he never wanted to let her go. “Come stay at my place tonight. I don’t feel good about leaving you here alone.” He said.

            Shaking her head, “No, that’s okay Harry. I’ll be fine. He’s only found the bakery, not this place.”

            “That’s a little too close for comfort. Promise me that you will come to my place if you get frightened?” he asked. “You heard me say the name the other night. I know you did. Please, Emily, let me take care of you.”

            She nodded and he got up to leave. “Harry?” she began. He turned back to her. “Thank you for a wonderful evening. I wasn’t sure how this was going to work, us being a couple, but as long as we take it slow, I think we can make it work. I’m actually relieved that your friends know about the baby. It makes things easier.”

            Harry looked into her eyes, “Emily, you mean a lot to me, you and the baby. I won’t let anything come between us, including your family.” He assured her, smiling. He knew that she needed to hear that somehow. Closing the distance between them, he captured her lips in a kiss. Reluctantly, he stepped into the fireplace and disappeared in the green flames.

            Emily stood and began changing out of the dress into her sleeping clothes, thinking about how to get rid of the man who she thought was her father. There had to be something she could do to get him out of her life and keep her baby safe. Falling into bed, she spent most of the night tossing and turning, her mind racing with all the things that had happened. She really liked Harry; he was kind and generous and seemed to be taking this whole baby thing in stride. He was going to make a great father.

            Harry tossed and turned in his bed, finally getting up and wandering around the big house he had inherited. He was trying to work out how to convince Emily to move in here with him, so that he could keep her safe. He was worried that this man would find her and hurt her and the baby.

            Across town, evil laughter was heard coming from a hotel room in an upscale part of town. “She will regret every leaving me. I’ll take care of her and that spawn.” He had set his plan in motion by placing that note on the bakery door. He had no idea where she lived, but he knew that she owned that bakery. He had seen her working in there earlier that day and had watched her leave dressed for a formal party.

            An owl arrived every day at the bakery from Harry for the next several weeks. He was worried about her being alone, but wasn’t able to leave work to be with her. She assured him that she was fine. He met her for her next appointment with the healer. “Would you like to see the baby?” she asked.

            They both nodded. The healer held her wand over Emily small baby bump and muttered a spell. Suddenly, Emily skin was translucent, allowing them to see the baby inside her. Harry was spellbound seeing this growing life inside her, knowing that he helped create this life. He smiled down at Emily, seeing a few tears glistening in her eyes. Leaning down, he kissed her forehead, squeezing her hand reassuringly. He looked back at the tiny person that was part him and couldn’t believe that this was all happening.

            In her fifth month of pregnancy, Emily began to grow to the point of needing to buy new clothes as hers weren’t fitting anymore. She found a maternity shop and bought several pants, skirts and shirts to wear for the next few months. Harry was so very attentive, almost to the point of smothering her. She was falling for the famous wizard and couldn’t stop herself from thinking about him daily. Showing up at the bakery after work, he would bring food or gifts for the baby. Scolding her for working so late in the day, he would hustle her off to bed soon after he arrived. They would sit on the couch for hours after dinner and just watch the fire, talking occasionally, getting to know each other. He would also gather her in his arms and kiss her tenderly before leaving.

She heard the door jingle in the bakery and made her way towards the front from her office, fixing a smile on her face to greet the customer. Just as she entered the kitchen she heard a bang and turned to see what it was. As she turned she felt a pain rip through her left side, just below her ribcage. Looking down, she saw blood and then looked up. Seeing the laughing eyes of her father, she fell to the floor, unconscious. Using his wand, he set the bakery ablaze, with the girl inside. Running off, he entered the pub across Diagon Alley to watch as the bakery was consumed in flames.

            Soon, alerted by the flames, alarms began ringing and people began running towards the bakery. A man ran into the flames, spraying water from his wand as he went. He found her lying on the floor. Picking her up gently, he ran back out and then to the nearest floo network he could find. He rushed her off to St. Mungo’s. The man watched from the pub, angry that he hadn’t killed her, but maybe, just maybe he had managed to destroy the spawn she was carrying. He still didn’t know who the father was, but he would find out and kill him as well. His spell had missed where he was aiming, because she turned at the exact moment it hit her. He still could have hit the spawn inside of her, though.

            The healers worked on her immediately, waving wands and pulling out potions to stop the bleeding. They called for Healer Michaels to come, since she was the one that Emily had been seeing for her pregnancy. When she heard that Emily was there, she rushed over, only after contacting Hermione. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to contact Harry, since he was always unreachable (the price of being famous), and she knew that Hermione would be able to notify him that Emily was in the hospital. Entering the room, she waved her wand over Emily’s belly, checking to make sure that the baby was okay. Once she determined that the baby hadn’t been harmed by the spell, she breathed a sigh of relief. She always hated when a baby didn’t make it. She helped the other healers repair the damage to Emily’s side.

            Hermione arrived with a very angry Harry at her side. They rushed off, barely stopping to ask directions, to find Emily. She knew he was worried and angry that someone had tried to kill Emily and their child. He seemed to know who it was that did this to her, but he wasn’t talking. He barged into the room that held Emily, startling the healers in their work. Healer Michaels saw him and stepped over to talk to him. “She was hit with a spell in her side. The baby is fine, wasn’t hit with the spell at all. Emily is being healed right now; there was a huge hole in her side, right under her ribcage. Nothing was damaged; the ribcage did the job it was supposed to do and protected her organs. This was deliberate, her bakery was found in flames. They tried to put it out, but it kept flaring back up. She’s doing okay now; the other healers are finishing up. You can see in her a moment.” She told him.

            Harry looked over her shoulder and saw Emily lying peacefully in the bed while the healers worked to heal her side. He saw the baby bump protruding under the blanket and sighed in relief that they would be okay. Now to go take care of the man who did this to her. He knew exactly who it was, and was hoping that his instincts were right and that he was in the pub across from the bakery. “Stay with her Hermione, I will be back soon.” He said, walking out of the room.

            Stopping only to place a floo call to Ron to bring a few other aurors to the pub, he disapparated and appeared in the middle of the busy Diagon Alley street. He stalked towards the pub, his robe billowing out behind him, joining the group of men standing near the bakery. Entering the pub, he scanned the group of people sitting there. Finding the one he knew to be the culprit, he stalked over to him, pointing his wand into the man’s face. “You have no right to be here. You have no right to her at all. She’s not even your blood, why are you bothering her. Why did you try to kill her?” Harry spoke surprisingly calm.

            “Do you know who I am? Do you know who you are messing with?” the man said.

            “Yes, I know exactly who you are. Do you know who I am?” Harry said.

            “I don’t really care who you are.” The man started to stand, but was stopped by all the wands pointed at him.

            “He is Harry Potter, head of the Auror department at the Ministry of Magic, destroyer of the most evil dark lord of this world.” Ron spoke up. The man looked at Harry, recognition dawning on him. He started to get a little worried, he was all alone here and his power was in his numbers.

            “Why should I care who he is?” he asked.

            “You should really care. I know who you are and I want to know what you are doing here in London? Just here to get rid of her or the baby?” Harry asked.

            “I don’t know what you are talking about.” The man said.

            “Accio Romano’s wand.” Harry spoke the spell, calling the man’s wand to him. Catching the wand that was sailing towards him, Harry performed a spell to see what the last spell was from the wand. Seeing that it was the one that had set fire to the bakery, he cast another spell to see the spell before. That was the one he was looking for, the one that had injured Emily. A tame version of the killing curse. “Stephan Romano, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Emily Avery and her child. My child. You are going before the Wizengamot and being sent to Azkaban if I have any say in the matter.” He motioned for the other aurors to take the man into custody.

            Ron leaned over to Harry as they exited the pub, “Is he really Romano? The big mafia wizard in America? Her father?”

            “Yes, to all of your questions, Ron. Please see to it that he is questioned properly and held for the Wizengamot. I have to get back to the hospital.” Harry said, disapparating to the hospital to see Emily.

            Stepping into the room, he saw her still lying there, eyes closed, breathing softly. Hermione sat in the chair by the bedside, reading a book. She looked up when he entered, smiling softly at him. “She woke up for a few moments, asked about the baby and you, then the healer gave her a sleep potion, saying she needed to rest. Where did you go?”

            “Found the person responsible. I need you to work out the legal stuff. He was her father, but not by blood. Her mother told her when she was 16 that her father wasn’t able to have children, and the she wasn’t his blood daughter. You have to find a way to get him into Azkaban for this. He tried to kill her and our baby. I want him gone.” Harry said to his friend, running a hand through his already messy hair.

            “Sure, Harry. You going to be okay?” she asked.

            He nodded, and turned his gaze back to Emily. Stepping over in front of the chair that Hermione had just vacated, he took Emily’s hand in his and brought it up to his mouth. Kissing her hand tenderly, he sat down and just stared at her sleeping form, wondering what his life would be like now if she wasn’t here. This woman had come into his life on a drunken night several months ago, and she hadn’t left his thoughts since. Then she showed up telling him that he was going to be a father and he didn’t think his life could get any better. Now his heart swelled thinking about her and wondering if she would consent to spend the rest of her life with him. Sure, it had only been a few months, but he knew how he felt and she was having his baby soon, it seemed like the most logical step to take. Emily stirred in the bed and opened her eyes. Seeing Harry, she smiled and then frowned, “I’m sorry.” She said.

            “Sorry for what? This wasn’t your fault. It was Romano, he did this, and he’s been taken into custody at the Ministry to await trial before the Wizengamot. I won’t let him get away with this. He tried to kill you and our child.” Harry said, caressing her face with the back of his hand.

            “I didn’t mean to bring you into all this with him. I just wish he would go away and let me live my life in peace.” She said as tears fell from her eyes. Her hands instinctively went to her stomach and the child growing inside of her. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost the baby. You would hate me if that happened.”

            “I could never hate you, sweetheart. Never.” Harry said, placing his hand on top of hers over their child. They remained like that in silence for countless minutes. Hermione knocked on the door and quietly made her way in. “Hey, how is the interrogation going?” he asked.

            “Good, he doesn’t deny doing it. Which will make his trial easier.” She answered. “How are you feeling, Emily?”

            “Physically, I’m doing okay. I just want this man out of my life. He’s not even my real father. Why is he doing this?” Emily said.

            “I don’t know why, but I do know that we are going to do everything we can to get him out of the way.” Harry reassured her.

            Healer Michaels entered the room, “Oh, good you’re awake. Now, I want to do another check of the baby now and then again in the morning. You can go home then, on one condition.” Waving her wand over Emily, she saw that the baby was fine still. “Everything still looks good here. I want you to rest tonight and then I’ll check again in the morning.” She said and turned to leave.

            “You said that I could go home on one condition. What’s the condition?” Emily spoke up before the healer took two steps.

            “Oh, right. Well, you will have to be on bed rest, not complete, but I don’t want you up on your feet all day long. Also, no stress at all. Do you have an environment that will provide you with constant companionship all day?” the Healer explained.

            Emily muttered “No,” just as Harry said “Yes.” Healer Michaels smiled at the two. Emily looked over at Harry astonished at his answer.

            “I’ll just let you two work it out, and we’ll talk about it in the morning.” She said and left the room.

            “Emily, I want you to stay at my place. It’s safe, only a few people know about it and can access it. I want to take care of you.” Harry said.

            Emily looked from him to Hermione and back again. “Harry I can’t ask that of you. I’ll be fine at my own place.”

            “Well, there’s only one problem with that, Emily. Your place is a pile of ash now. It burnt along with the bakery.” Hermione spoke softly.

            Emily dropped her head as tears stung her eyes. She suddenly gasped and giggled. Harry looked at her in concern. “Are you okay?”

            She nodded, and placed his hand under hers on her belly and waited, watching his face. She felt it and then saw a look of wonder cross his face. “What was that?” he asked.

            “The baby kicked. I think he or she is letting us know that they are okay and going to make it.” She whispered. He laughed out loud when the baby kicked again. Hermione smiled as she watched the two of them, laughing to herself. She knew how much they loved each other, even if they weren’t going to admit it right now.

            “That’s amazing. A little life in there, kicking away.” He said with a goofy smile on his face. He looked up to see Hermione smiling at them with a knowing smile on her face. “You want to feel?” he asked.

            Hermione nodded slightly and moved forward. Emily grabbed her hand and placed it where Harry’s had been and waited. Before long, she felt a kick again and saw Hermione’s eyes widen and she felt the baby kick.

            “Wow,” she whispered, grinning. Rising, she looked at Emily, “Thank you for allowing me to feel that. Now, you really should take Harry up on his offer, and I know the perfect person to come stay with you during the day while Harry works.” Looking at Harry, he nodded, letting her know that he thought the same thing.

            “I’ll ask her later. If nothing else, there is always Kreacher.” He grimaced as he thought about the house elf he had inherited with the house. Kreacher wouldn’t take too kindly to playing nursemaid.

            Hermione nodded, “I had better get back to the office. Check on things.” She left the room and they were again alone.
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