A/N: There is Dumbledore in the chap. And I don't care if you don't like it. It's fan fiction I'm going to write my story my way.  Enjoy!

Hermione just picked at her food. Usually people loved Hogwarts' winter dinners. But to Harry and Hermione, dinner was only a distraction. Their nights had become their time for the diary.

Hermione looked up at Harry. He was doing almost the same thing as her; just pushing little pieces of his food around. "Harry? I've been thinking."

Harry didn't look up from his plate. "What else is new?" he said sarcastically but with a smile.

She rolled her eyes. "I was thinking maybe," she hesitated for a moment, "maybe we should tell Dumbledore about the diary." She braced herself for his reaction.

"I think we should too. " Harry replied. Hermione looked at him, puzzled. She hadn't expected that. "I mean, after we're done reading it. That way we can change our minds later if we need to." He finished. He pushed his plate aside. "I'm done. Shall we?" Harry stood and Hermione followed suit and decided not to mention why she felt Dumbledore needed to be notified. What if the diary was a trap? But it was Harry's decision and she was not going to protest.

They made their way to their cozy little room and Hermione pulled the fragile book from her bag. She never went anywhere without it now. They resumed their usual positions and Harry rested against Hermione's shoulder and closed his eyes as Hermione began to read.

Big news! I just can't believe it! I'm so excited! But I must start from the beginning.

It was the first time I'd let James be… close to me since our fight. He was being very sweet and gentle and always asking if I was alright. Not very far into it though, I started to feel lightheaded and short of breath. "Stop." I muttered.

He didn't seem to hear me. "Don't." I said louder. And "Stop" again.

Suddenly he became rougher than ever and I screamed out in pain. He immediately jumped away from me, his eyes wide in terror. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he repeated. "You said 'don't' and then 'stop' and I thought you meant don't stop' and I was just trying…I mean, I would've if I'd known… and... and... I'm sorry I'm sorry!"

I wasn't listening to his rambling and stood to make my way to the bathroom. I'd felt like a spike had been driven through my stomach. James got up and tried to help me but I pushed him away. "Just leave me alone ok?" I said harshly, which I admit he didn't deserve. But I needed to be alone.

In his shock I rushed into the bathroom and grabbed the tampon box, the one place I knew James would never find the pregnancy tests I kept around. Just in case. I liked the muggle ones just because if I wasn't, I wouldn't need any magic anyway and if I was, then we could worry about the detailed things.

I swear that was the longest 3 minutes of my life. And when it came up positive… I couldn't breathe. I tried to call for James but it was hopeless. I ended up stumbling out of the bathroom, clutching the test firmly. James, who was sitting on the bed looking dejected, rushed over to me. I held up my hand and he gave me a very confused look. He looked it over and over again.

Realization seemed to come over him and he looked at me. "Does this mean what I think it does?" he asked and I nodded.

I wasn't sure how he would react and was relieved when he smiled. He took me in his arms and laughed. Then he scooped me up and we spun around until I started laughing also. "This is fantastic!" he exclaimed. "Oh gosh we need to go to the hospital!" And without ever putting me down, we both got dressed and he got me to St. Mungo's.

Soon enough we met with a chubby, bubbly doctor who then told us it was certain and I was pregnant. When I asked if he was sure sure, he reminded me that the magic way of telling had never been wrong. I was overjoyed. Then he asked, "Would you like to know the genders?" and tapped his wand against his other hand.

I was confused. "Genders?" I asked, tilting my head. "As in, pleural? Like, more than one?" My mind was spinning.

"Why yes!" he said with a chuckle. "You're having-"

Hermione stopped and caught her breath. Harry looked at her and she closed her eyes and said,

twins!

Hermione stopped reading and waited for Harry to say something.

It was silent for quite some time before Harry finally said, "There must've been a mistake." He took the book from Hermione and read the words himself.

Hermione shook her head. "Determining pregnancy magically hasn't been wrong since the 1700s." she choked out.

They sat in silence. "Is that the end of the entry?" Harry asked. His voice sounded shaken.

"No." Hermione answered. And with a just a look from Harry, she knew she was to keep reading.

I looked to James and he still had the same proud smile he'd had all night. "Well, do you?" he asked me and I had no clue what he was talking about.

"Do I what?" I said, trying to process the past few seconds.

"Do you want to know the genders?" he asked excitedly. I couldn't help but smile at the childish pride that was radiating from him.

I knew he wanted to know and I couldn't help myself. "Yes!" I cried out clapping. "Yes, yes!"

The doctor twirled his wand in the air. "Excellent! I love this part." And at that he tapped my stomach, mumbling something. Colorful wisps started flowing from his wand. They formed two entwined circles and they're colors started to become more definite. One was turning a purplish while the other became red.

I watched in fascination and the doctor put his hand on my shoulder. "Congratulations!" he exclaimed. "You have a healthy boy and a healthy girl!"

James and I-

The diary slammed shut and Hermione jumped. Harry didn't take his hand from the cover. "It can't be right." He stood and paced the room repeating 'No, no, no,'

Hermione wasn't sure if she should approach him or leave him be. She just sat there and waited.

Harry froze. "Ok! We take it to Dumbledore! Now!" he snatched the book from her hands and raced out the door like Hermione wasn't there at all. She didn't even have the chance to tell him to wait.

When she finally arrived at Dumbledore's office, the door automatically opened for her and she stepped in. Harry was sobbing on the floor and Dumbledore was at his desk looking very tranquil. "Thank you for joining us, Miss Granger." He said as he waved his hand causing a chair to appear for her. Before she could open her mouth, he started answering her questions. "I have already examined the book and there is no evil about it. I can also tell you that everything you have read is true. I was just telling Harry here that yes, Lily was to have twins."

The last part was muffled by Harry's wails. "But what happened? Why am I the only Potter? You know why! You know!"

Dumbledore nodded. "I do know. But I am not the one to tell you." This seemed to be what caused Harry's first breakdown as he collapsed again. Dumbledore took the diary from his desk and looked it over a last time with what Hermione thought was a tear in his eye, but it was gone before she could look again. He handed it to her with a nod and she received it in silence. "Continue with your reading. I believe Lily should be the one to tell you."

And without having said a word, Hermione left the office with a hyperventilating Harry and the mysterious diary under her arm.

They decided to finish the entry at another time. It had gotten late and the unexpected events had left them exhausted. The two didn't go to bed right away, they sat on their favorite couch just enjoying each other's comfort.

Hermione felt herself falling asleep but before she rose to go to bed, she took Harry's hands and looked into his emerald green eyes. "No matter what this diary says, or how the story goes, I will always be here for you and care about you more than anyone." And she smiled seeing him smile.

He was close enough to her that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. And when she felt his mouth against hers, she just closed her eyes as she felt herself become completely weightless.

He pulled away and she almost just went right back to him but when she opened her eyes and saw him, his hair in his eyes and his glasses askew, she suddenly became embarrassed.

"Thank you." Harry said. "For everything." At that he stood and started up to the boys dorms. Before he was completely out of sight he turned to her, "Goodnight."

Hermione then found her voice, "Goodnight." She said weakly.

Cozy in her bed she thought about recent events. If Harry had kissed her maybe a week ago, she'd have been elated, but he'd been so unpredictable lately, he was sad then angry then happy then angry or sad again. Was he becoming dangerous? Had she just made a huge mistake?