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Remus made his way slowly down to the kitchen given he didn't really want to be there. He knew both Tonks and Hermione were going to be there and he didn't know what they were going to plan to do to him. Remus reached to the kitchen area where he found most of the Weasleys, Sirius, Harry, Ron, Fenrir and Scabior were sitting around. 

Fenrir and Scabior were sitting far away from people since no one really wanted to get any near. Harry and Ron were shooting confusing glances at the two werewolves, clearly wondering why they were even there in the first place. Soon Remus sat down near Scabior, who was taking a bite out of a piece of deer jerky. 

The moment he had taken his seat, the doors opened as Tonks and Hermione came walking in, giggling like a bunch of school girls. Remus couldn't help but stare at the sight of them as they hurried to their seats. They were mumbling about something that got them laughing harder and louder than before to the point it was bringing tears to their own eyes. 

"Well they're getting along nicely." Fenrir mumbled while Scabior nodded his head in agreement. 

"Now that everyone is here, we can eat." Molly told everyone. Soon the room was filled with chattering of dishes moving around as people were discussing their own conversations. Remus was about to have a bite of his dinner before Ron shouted...

"Okay can we point out the elephant in the room? Why are those two here?" Ron asked, pointing at Fenrir and Scabior. 

"They are our guests, Ronald." Molly explained. 

"Why? I thought Remus hated their guts! I thought we're supposed to hate their guts! I mean it's Fenrir Greyback! One of the most savage werewolves out there!" Ron started to shout. 

"We don't really care if you hate us or not. Besides we're not here because of Runt. We're here for Hermione and the child." Fenrir stated to them. Soon everyone's attention was on Hermione. Harry leaned forward against the table. 

"Hermione what are they talking about? Why are they here for you? And what child?" Harry asked her. Hermione took a deep breath as she held her head down low, avoiding eye contact. 

"I'm pregnant." She mumbled. Everyone soon became silent after that. 

"What? You can't be serious? You can't be... pregnant!" Ron shouted. 

"I am, Ron." Hermione stated. 

"Who's the father?" Harry asked. 

"Could be either one of those three?" Hermione said, pointing at Remus, Scabior, and Fenrir. Harry and Ron shook their heads, darting their eyes between all four of them. 

"That's impossible. Are you saying you don't know who the dad is? How could you not know? I mean did you sleep with all three of them? Well of course you did! How many times did you sleep with them?" Harry asked. Hermione's hands soon tighten around her fork that snapped in two within a second. It was enough to cause Ron and Harry to go silent. Molly shot Ron and Harry a dirty look before turning to Hermione. 

"No one is judging you, Hermione. I swear. You have the right to sleep with whoever you want and how many times you want. And we are all here to help you through this. We will all stand by your choice of either in the delivery room, or the orphanage or the clinic at St. Mungo's." Molly stated. Remus spat up his drink. Oh shit, Remus thought as he turned to look at Fenrir and Scabior, who had faces of rage. 

"What the hell do you mean by Orphanage or the clinic? What clinic?" Fenrir growled, his body almost halfway off his seat. Molly leaned forward against the table. 

"In case, Hermione doesn't want the baby. If she wants to put it up for adoption, which you guys can adopt if you want, or if she wants to go to the clinic to get an abortion or not." Molly explained. 

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