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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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“So, Harry, why the elaborate dinner?” she asked him, smiling.

            “Can I not take the woman I love out to dinner?” he asked, mockingly shocked. “Although, I do have an ulterior motive this time.” Looking into her eyes, he began, “Emily, I love you more than words can say. I only hope that I show you how much I love you in my actions. I don’t know what my life would be like if you hadn’t walked into it 8 months ago. Now, we are going to have a baby and I can only think of one thing that would make me happier.”

            “And what would that be?” she asked.

            Her eyes widened as Harry knelt down in front of her on one knee, “Would you make me happier than any man alive and marry me?” he asked.

            Shocked, Emily nodded, “I would love to, Harry.” He leaned up on his knees and hugged her, pulling a ring out of his pocket. He took the ring from the box and placed it on her left hand. The ring was in the shape of a heart, only the heart was formed by two dolphins. A single diamond stood in the middle of the heart. “It’s beautiful, Harry.” She said.

            “Now, we don’t have to do this right away, we can wait until after the baby is a few months old.” Harry stated.

            “No, I’d like to do it before the baby comes.” She smiled, “If that’s okay?”

            “Of course that’s okay, that’s perfect. I can’t wait to call you my wife.” Harry said and stood to take his seat again as the food arrived. What they weren’t aware of was the reporter sitting at a table across the restaurant, watching everything and taking pictures with her cellphone camera. She would be front page news tomorrow. She watched as the boy proposed to the famous model/designer gone missing, and she watched as he placed the ring on her finger. She watched even more interested as they exited the restaurant, seeing that the woman was very pregnant. The reporter was squirming in her seat with excitement. This was better than anything the man in front of her could do for her. She was going to a household name come morning.

            Emily and Harry returned home and upstairs to bed. Harry undressed her slowly, taking in the sight of her. He undressed himself and they slid under the covers to cuddle together and sleep. They were awakened the next morning by Hermione screaming from the kitchen. Harry pulled on his pants and started down the stairs, pulling his shirt over his head. He entered the kitchen, “What in the bloody hell, Hermione? What’s the problem?”

            Slapping down a newspaper on the table, she said, “This is the problem.” Harry sat down to look at it. It was a muggle newspaper and there on the front page was a picture of him kneeling in front of Emily holding out a ring to her.

            “Bloody hell.” He said, running a hand over his face. “Wait, this isn’t the Daily Prophet, so what’s the problem?” Emily entered the kitchen and leaned over his shoulder reading the article.

            “Hell. It identifies me and tells exactly where I am. This is not good.” She said, sitting down next to Harry. Kreacher arrived and began preparing breakfast. “While Romano may be incarcerated, his family is not and neither are the Gustavos who I was supposed to marry in to. This is not good, they’ll find me.”

            “Well, bloody hell. Why didn’t I cast that concealment charm? Because we were in a muggle restaurant, that’s why. I didn’t think we’d need it. We are going to have to have this wedding very soon, to keep them from you. Like tomorrow, soon.” Harry said. Hermione jerked her head up and stared at him.

            “You want a wedding in less than a day?” she asked, incredulous.

            Harry nodded, “It’s the only way to protect her from them. If she’s married to me, they can’t touch her. Remember.” Harry looked into Hermione’s eyes and saw that she did remember the deal that was made with the Ministry after he had killed Voldemort. “Get Molly.” He said to her.

            Hermione stood and threw some powder into the fireplace. It flared green and she stuck her head into it, calling out for the Burrow. “Molly?” she called once her head had stopped spinning.

            “Yes, Hermione, dear, what can I do for you?” the older woman asked.

            “We need to plan a wedding for tomorrow. Harry and Emily, there at the Burrow if possible.” Hermione said.

            Molly looked shocked, “Well, of course they can have it here, but isn’t tomorrow a bit soon?” she asked.

            “There’s a situation, and they have to get married tomorrow, the earliest possible. We’re going to need help; can you meet me at the Leaky Cauldron in half an hour?” Hermione said.

            “Certainly, dear, I’ll bring along Luna.” Molly said and hurried off to get ready.

            Hermione stood up from her kneeling position in front of the fire. “Who can help us?” she asked as she turned back to them.

            “Pansy, and see if she can get Astoria and Daphne to help. What about Fleur?” Harry said.

            Hermione shook her head, “They are out of the country.” She thought more, her thoughts going to Ginny, but that would be really awkward. “Okay, I’ll work with who I can find. I’ll let you know in a bit how things are going. The one thing I will need Emily for is the dress.”

            Emily nodded her head, “Yeah, it will be hard to find something to fit me right now.”

            “I’ll floo Healer Michaels and ask her about floo travel for Emily. We don’t want any problems. I also need to talk with the Minister of Magic.” Harry said, striding for the fireplace. Emily sat silent through most of this exchange, watching the two of them thinking, completing each other’s thoughts. These two were great friends and had spent so much time together that they thought alike.

            “What do we do in the meantime?” she asked Harry as Hermione left to meet with Molly and the others.

            Harry turned to her, “We just stay put. They can’t get in here; it’s protected by the fidelius charm. Only those with the address are allowed access here.”

            “They’ll still come for me, you know that, right? I’ve slighted the family, both families, and now they will want revenge.” She said quietly.

            “Well, that will be taken care of as well. I won’t let them near you, I promise you that. I know that I failed you a few months ago when Romano found you, but with marrying me tomorrow, there is no way that anyone will be able to find you.” He said with a small smile and then turned his attention to the floo to make his calls.

            Pulling his head out, he found Emily still watching him with a worried expression. Sitting down beside her, he took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “I’m just worried that they will find me and you and hurt one of us or someone we care about.” She admitted to him.

            “That won’t happen. There is a way to hide us all in plain sight. We won’t be found no matter how hard they try. I’ve just talked with the minister and he’s already working on it.” He assured her. The more distraught she was, the more at risk the baby was and he didn’t want that. “You need to stay calm and not stress out this. Let me worry about everything. You just concentrate on staying calm for the baby.”

            Emily took a deep breath, “You’re right. I don’t need to stress right now. I’ll do my best not to worry.” Harry leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss.

            “Now, Healer Michaels said that one floo trip there and back will be fine, but no more than that. You are too close to delivery, she doesn’t want to risk anything.” He told her. “So, Hermione will bring your dress here for you to try it on, I sent her a patronus to let her know. We will then floo over to the Burrow in the morning for the wedding, and then floo back here afterwards.”

            Emily nodded and leaned her head on his shoulder. They moved to the library and sat on the couch, his arms around her, her head on his chest. This is how Hermione found them several hours later. Carrying a dress in her hands, she stepped into the library. Harry stood and let her take Emily to try the dress on. “I’ve charmed it so that it makes itself fit,” she said. “Molly and the others went on to the Burrow to start decorations and flowers and such. I’ll take the dress with me when I leave and you can get ready there in the morning. We got everything taken care of.”

            “Thank you, Hermione. I couldn’t have done this without you. Now, I need to talk to your husband.” He said, walking towards the kitchen. “I’ll be back soon.”

            Emily watched him leave and then took in a shaky breath, “This is harder than I thought, this not worrying thing. Only a few more weeks and I can get back to worrying,” she laughed.

            Hermione held up the dress for her inspection, “Pansy picked it out for you. We thought it would look great on you, with your hair color.” The dress was an off-white wedding dress, a long train in the back. “I picked out some shoes, but you don’t have to wear them. I wasn’t sure how your feet were feeling.”

            “Well, we will just have to see come morning. Thank you for everything, Hermione. Would you consent to stand up with me at the wedding?” she asked.

            Hermione blushed and nodded, “I’d be honored. Harry is my best friend and I’m so happy that he’s found someone like you to love him.” The two women sat and talked for a while, waiting on Harry to return.

            That night, in the quiet of the dark room, Harry watched Emily sleep peacefully, hoping that tomorrow went well and there were no unexpected surprises. For once in his life, he wanted a happy ending, one that didn’t end up with someone close to him dying. He closed his eyes, thinking about marrying this woman he loved so deeply in the morning.

            The next morning, they awoke to find Kreacher telling them it was time to leave. Dressing quickly, they stepped into the fireplace and tossed in the floo powder to travel to the Burrow. Emily felt excitement bubbling inside her, just waiting to burst to the surface. She had never been to the Burrow with Harry, and had only met Molly, Ron and Hermione of the Weasley family. She was nervous about meeting them, and excited about marrying Harry.

            Harry was nervous, what if Ginny was there, what would she say? He knew one thing; he was marrying Emily no matter what. He loved her so much that his heart felt like bursting.

            They arrived in the kitchen at the Burrow, stepping carefully from the fireplace. Molly was standing at the stove, “Morning, dears. Breakfast?” she greeted them cheerily.

            “Thanks, Molly, but we already had some breakfast at home.” Harry said.

            Emily laughed, “Speak for yourself, while I may have eaten already, I feel famished.” She then sat down at the table with a sigh, glad to be off her feet. This was going to be a long morning and she needed to rest up for it, plus she was starving. Molly set a plate down in front of her, chuckling as she dug in to the delicious food. Harry stared at her speechless.

            “It happens sometimes, Harry, with pregnant women. Some days you just can’t get enough food.” Molly said with a smile. “Go on up and get Ron, Harry. You two can go ahead and get ready. I’ll take care of Emily once she’s finished her breakfast. Hermione should be down in a minute.”

            Harry nodded, placed a kiss on Emily’s cheek and bounded up the stairs two at a time, until he reached the top floor. A moment later, Hermione appeared in the kitchen doorway. “That smells wonderful, Molly. Good morning, Emily.” She said as she sat down and found a plate in front of her.

            “Good morning. I’m still not sure how you two did all of this in just a day.” Emily said, finishing her plate of food.

            “Okay, Emily, up to the shower with you.” Molly said and helped her up the stairs to the shower near Ginny’s old room. “Here you go. I’m going to go lay out your dress and everything, meet me and Hermione in here when you are done.” She said, gesturing to the bedroom.
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