I have very little idea where this is going, but when the plot bunny comes, I must do it's bidding...and today, this was it's bidding. Read and Review, let me know if you think I should continue it.

The Obliviate charm was rediculously easy to cast, Hermione Granger thought bitterly. Once you'd done it, it was easy to do again and again, which she supposed was part of the reason that during non-war-time, it was so regulated as to who could preform it without...consequences. To date, Hermione had preformed the charm on four people, all during the last year of the war.

Her parents she had Obliviated and sent off to Australia. Hermione still hadn't decided if she was going to retrieve them or not. Love was not the issue, but rather safety. The war had ended less than a month ago, and may Death Eaters were still on the loose, seeking revenge for the death of thier Dark-bloody-Lord. Hermione had also Obliviated Harry and Ron, during thier stay at Shell Cottage. They just wouldn't stop asking her if she was okay, and while she'd admit that part of her reason for removing thier memory of part of what happened at Malfoy Manor was because she felt they needed to focus on finding the final Horcruxes and ending the war, the truth was that she simply did not want to talk about it.

However, Hermione mused as she walked out of St. Mungo's, that very truth was something she had to seriously consider about letting out in the open. Never before, not once during the war, had she questioned her convictions about the sanctity of life. She had killed, but only ever in self defense. Now she had to determian what exactly self defense entailed. Was a serious risk to her emotional health worth killing for? Could she take the life of someone without allowing them to defend themselves?

The truth about what happened at Malfoy Manor which she had removed knowledge of from Harry and Ron's memories was that Lucius Malfoy had raped her. In result, as she had just found out for sure, she was now pregnant with his child. Not even twenty and expecting a child with a man who had violated her while his wife and several others watched her scream. She doubted that he'd meant to get her pregnant - he viewed her as little more than an animal - it was doubtful the thought of the possibilty had even entered his mind.

Only one person knew the truth of what happened already. Shortly after hearing that Hermione and the boys had been held captive at Malfoy Manor, Minerva McGonagall had approached her privatly and bluntly asked if Lucius had raped her. Hermione had never been so shocked in her life to hear that question come from Professor McGonagall's lips. After Hermione had numbly confirmed the older witch's suspition, she'd broken down crying in her former Professor's arms. It had been the first time she'd felt safe since...that day.

Hermione Apparated to the gates of Hogwarts. McGonagall - or rather Minerva, Hermione corrected herself, recalling the older witch insisting on using her propor name after that night - did not know she was coming, but Hermione knew she'd be welcomed none the less. The Head of Gryffindor had always held an open door policy if one of her cubs needed anything at all. The fact that Minerva was the only person who knew what Lucius had done to her made her the only person Hermione could think of to tell about the pregnancy. Hermione hoped that Minerva would help her decide if she should keep the child or not. It wouldn't surprise Hermione had all if Minerva had already considered the possibilty.

"Hermione?" a voice called.

Hermione looked up and was unsurprised to see Minerva on the other side of the gate. As Headmistess, she was always informed when someone approached. The younger witch did not even begin to speculate as to how Minerva had gotten down here so fast. "Hello Minerva. Do you have some time to spare?"

The Scottish witch nodded. "For you, always. What's wrong, dear?"

Hermione saw no point to beating around the bush, or to saying more in explanation than was really nessasary. Minerva would understand all that she wanted to say, but knew she couldn't get out before breaking down. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, feeling her voice catch. The reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks.

However, the first tear was shed by Minerva, who pulled Hermione into a tight hug, showing more emotion than Hermione had ever seen out of the woman. It was odd enough of a sight to delay Hermione's own emotional breakdown. "I'm so sorry," the older woman choked.

"Shhh, it's okay," Hermione said into Minerva's shoulder. "I'll figure it out. This isn't your fault."

Minerva sniffled, and pulled away. She held Hermione at arm's length and shook her head sadly. "In part it is," she confessed. "I should have killed him twenty six years ago, when he did the same thing to me."

Angsty enough?