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Ron Weasley wasn't nervous. Why should he be? He'd actually put his entire effort and skill behind something for once, preparing for the Dumbledore's Army qualification final. He'd never worked so hard and so seriously on anything before.

Perhaps that's why he was pacing outside the Room of Requirement. If he failed now, after honestly trying, that would prove what he'd suspected all along: that he wasn't worthy to be a wizard. At least before he could always blame his failures on not trying hard enough.

Harry had decided to lead the school group, Dumbledore's Army, to teach willing students practical skills against the dark arts, but he couldn't always be available to teach the lessons. Thus, Hermione had suggested promoting a few other members, namely herself, Ron, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom. Rather than randomly promote these students, she suggested a qualifying exam, and now, the four of them were waiting outside for the three trials that Harry had devised.

Ron already knew one of the trials, as Harry had relied on his old friend to acquire a boggart. He'd had to go to Hagrid for help in finding one, since the school boggart was under lock and key, but he'd succeeded, the evil shapeshifter locked away in a box for the final trial. He'd been practicing "Riddikulus!" ever since he learned that advance information, but he still had no idea what the first two trials would be.

Hermione grinned. "Nervous?" she asked her red-headed companion.

"No," he lied, gripping his wand so tightly his knuckles were white.

She just shrugged. "Harry said he'd pick challenges that were important but doable. I'm sure you'll be fine."

Neville took a deep breath. "But what about me?"

Luna was as chipper as ever. "You're better than you think you are."

Neville just gulped.

The door to the Room of Requirement opened and Harry Potter emerged, smiling at his four proteges. "Come on, come on, or someone will ask what you're doing there."

The kids all ushered themselves inside, and Ron finally got a look at this incarnation of the Room of Requirement. There were two pedestals in the large open area, as well as a row of four chairs facing a wide set of iron double doors. A room with another room inside it! That must be where the boggart was, Ron, decided, since one pedestal contained a large block of stone, as well as a line of three more stones on the ground below, and the other showed what appeared to be a cheap gas station figurine of a wizard riding a unicorn. Well, not _that_cheap, since it was carved from stone and about two feet tall to the tip of the unicorn's horn.

Harry said, "Congratulations on being chosen as officers for the DA. I have every reason to believe that the three challenges before you will be met with all the skill I've come to expect from you." He looked each person over, though his gaze lingered on Ron and Hermione.

Luna spoke up, "It's our pleasure, Harry."

Neville nodded in agreement.

Hermione was too busy looking at the pedestals - she didn't want to fail. The bushy-haired busy body said, "The Reductor Curse, the Caster of Amyu, and...well, I suppose I can't know what's behind door number 3."

Ron could understand why she thought the first challenge was Reducto, as shattering solid objects was one of the most important curses he'd taught them, but he'd never heard of a "Caster of Amyu".

Harry smiled. "I wasn't sure you'd recognize this one. I put a few hints through to Dumbledore and he lent me this. I wish there were more artifacts like it - the statue itself will duel you! So for trial one, you must destroy the stone, then for trial two, defend against the statue and counter with your choice curse. Except_Reducto._ I want to get this back to Dumbledore in one piece. The third challenge is still a secret..." he added, glancing meaningfully at Ron.

Harry had trained them well, and each student quickly destroyed their stone, shattering the block into a thousand little pieces. The real challenge came with trial two. Hermione chose to face the Caster of Amyu first, easily using a Shield charm to deflect the statue's own Disarming Charm back at it. If the statue had been a real wizard, he'd have been disarmed. Hermione said, "No need to counter, but I can if you want."

Harry just grinned. "No need."

Neville's shield went up a little too late, and the statue's Stupefy_bounced harmlessly off the metal doors, and he returned with a_Stupefy of his own, but he was too slow. The statue expertly shielded the boy's spell so that it fizzled in a searing flash of light. "Good job, Neville," Harry said positively.

"I...I passed?" he asked, stunned.

"Not as flashy as Hermione, but you had the statue at a stand-still. That's more than good enough. I didn't do any better when I tried it."

Neville's face split with a huge grin and a loud sigh.

Ron went next standing in front of the statue with his wand ready. I can do this! he thought, preparing his_Protego_. But with all eyes on him, he started to get nervous. "Is it going -" he started to say, right when the statue boomed out its Stupefy.

Words failing him, Ron did what came naturally - he ducked. He slid onto his butt as the flash of light struck the wall behind him, barely managing to keep his wand up and pointed at the statue. Frantic, he said the first spell that popped into his head, which was, of course, the last spell he'd heard. _"Stupefy!"_he yelped, and his own bolt curse struck the statue in the tip of the unicorn's horn. Just barely on target.

Luna clapped, "Great move!"

Harry stood stunned, then said, "Well played, Ron. You remembered what I said about the most forgotten defense: dodging."

Ron smiled stupidly, though he'd done no such thing. He got up, panting for breath.

Luna was a bit more practiced in her response, shielding the expelliarmus before returning with "Anteoculatia!"

Harry said, "Well done, you four. There's only one more trial left, and it is hidden within that room. This time, you'll have to go one at a time. Inside there is a box, and inside that box are four medallions. Retrieve one and you pass. Don't tell anyone what you found inside or you'll ruin the test."

Once Harry determined that everyone understood, he excused himself and left the Room of Requirement entirely. He had another detention with Professor Umbridge.

Hermione said, "So, who is going first?"

Ron cast his eyes down, trying to make himself smaller. Luna just shrugged and said, "I'll -"

But Neville interrupted. "Let me just get it out of the way. Please?"

Luna nodded.

With a deep breath, the young boy bravely opened the metal doors, and disappeared inside them with a loud CLUNK.

With nothing better to do, the other three students took chairs and waited. Ron thought about warning them what was going to be inside, but he knew they could handle a boggart. Of course, the real question was whether they'd identify it as a fake quickly enough to use its only weakness. He could only wonder what Luna or Hermione's greatest fear was, but he knew what he'd be facing. In third year, he'd encountered his own personal hell, as the boggart took the form of an acromantula - a giant spider.

Yet when Neville finally returned, ten minutes later, he wasn't carrying a medallion. "I...failed..." he said simply, his hair dishevelled as he took his seat.

Luna said, "Oh, Neville..."

Ron could tell the poor boy was about to break down and cry, so he hopped up and said, "I'm next!" Without thinking twice, he rushed through the metal doors and locked himself inside with a CLUNK.

Neville couldn't muster a Riddikulus?_He'd faced a boggart before in Lupin's class, and it had taken the form of Professor Snape. Perhaps he had thought the final exam really _was Snape, though how he could think that Harry had brought the well-hated Potions teacher into this Ron couldn't understand. Wand high, he approached the box, just like the one he'd gotten from Hagrid. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and flipped it open.

Ron hopped back, expecting any moment to see the giant spider he'd had to face before, but when the boggart emerged from the box, its form was quite different. Shadows seemed to coalesce from throughout the simple, barren room, until a form took shape, rearing up and glaring down at Ron with bright, smoking red eyes. It was a horse, but one of nightmares, made of the true black of nothingness.

A nightmare, he realized. He'd read about them in third year, but hadn't given them much thought since then. Or had he? He wouldn't have guessed them to be his greatest fear, though now that the huge horse was staring down at him and kicking its front legs, Ron was suitably terrified. "_R-riddikul -"_he stammered, holding his wand up defensively.

The horse whinnied, but the sound echoed like thunder through the small room, silencing the red-head before all four hooves lit up with molten fire. Light filled the space, only disappearing in the inky confines of the horse's body, giving Ron his first good glimpse at the nightmare's true form. Black muscles shimmered in the red glow, the enormous bulk of the rearing creature quite an impressive illusion. But Ron knew that the boggart wasn't real.

"Riddiku -" he tried again.

Before the spell could transform the boggart into some humorous image of a nightmare, perhaps a children's rocking chair, the great beast lashed forward with its hooves and struck Ron hard_in the hand, knocking his wand across the room. It _hurt, and he knew that the pain couldn't be an illusion. He'd already been afraid, but now he cowered beneath the boggart, far from the wand that could have saved him.

He could still beat it. The boggart's weakness was laughter - the spell just made laughing easier. But as the creature landed on all fours, looming above the boy, he found very little humor in the situation. He opened his mouth to laugh in the horse's face, but he only stammered wordlessly.

What he wouldn't give for one of the other students to come barging in and save him, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Neville had failed, and no one had heard a peep through the magically sound-proof doors. He had been gone for ten minutes, yet none of the three waiting outside even considered coming in to help, too nervous about their own upcoming test.

Hand still stinging from the blow, he cringed, waiting to be killed or knocked unconscious. What did a boggart do when it won? But instead of another powerful blow, the nightmare just let out a chilling roar of triumph, and its shadowy form starting to draw out from its body, engulfing the frightened teen. Tendrils of pure darkness wrapped around him, pulling his arms and legs this way and that before one rammed open his mouth and reached down his throat, cutting off all vain attempts to laugh.

Sputtering, Ron thrashed against the dark bonds that caressed him, feeling his entire body shifted and torn, pulled in all directions. His eyes bugged out and his tongue swelled, his hands cramping as his arms and legs were tugged and pulled in every direction. He couldn't even scream.

Then, as suddenly as the attack began, it ended. For a second, there was complete darkness, while Ron tried to squint to see something...anything. Then, the nightmare flared out again, flames engulfing its eyes and hooves again. But now, the eery red light didn't only vanish into nothingness where it met the nightmare - Ron looked down at himself only to see the same effect. Light warped and burned as it touched him, vanishing forever, and only by looking at his silhouette could Ron make out his new shape. He wasn't himself, not anymore. His chest was broad, his arms were long and laid out beneath him, and without warning, his hands burst into flame. But they weren't hands...

They were hooves.

Ron gasped, but the only sound that emerged was a frightened whinny. It had turned him into a nightmare! Could boggarts even do that? Obviously they could when a wizard was so incompetent as to fail one of the easiest hexes Ron had ever learned. Now, he looked in vain at his wand - with no hands he couldn't use it, and with no voice, he couldn't laugh even if he'd wanted to. The boggart had won.

Ron tried to turn away, hoping to flee from the room, but before he took two steps, a spine-tingling shriek rang out behind him, and he ran head-first into the nightmare. It was so fast! With the creature blocking his only hope of escape, Ron cowered backward, nostrils flaring.

The monster snorted, looming over Ron as the teenager backed further into the room. It was huge, and powerful, and totally in control. The unrestrained fury it had put on display before had become a slow burn, though Ron knew if he tried to run again, he'd only stoke the flames. Shivering, he gave up, collapsing to the ground in front of the boggart.

It snorted and whinnied again, stamping its front hooves, while Ron prayed that his submission would keep himself from harm. Perhaps it couldn't actually hurt him - the pain in his hand might have been an illusion. Maybe if he laughed as a horse it would still work? His mind raced for some way out of the situation, but before he came up with a plan, he caught a glimpse in the inky darkness.

At first, he couldn't tell where, but there was a surprising break in the nightmare's silhouette. Where Ron should have seen the glowing back wall there was nothing. He stared between the monster's legs, but sure enough, something was blocking his view, bobbing up and down. Only a second later did the silhouette stand out perfectly against the glowing wall, and Ron realized what he was looking at.

The horse's cock. Mare, then, was a misnomer. This was a night stallion, his huge, black cock swaying up and down below his belly. Judging by the outline, it stretched almost to the creature's front legs, just feet from Ron's snout. The boy's heart nearly stopped, allowing the stallion to step alongside his cowering prey, sniffing. Ron soon realized with a start just what the creature was sniffing when he felt a wet nose beneath his tail.

Ron_neighed_ in shock, bounding to his feet at the sudden sensation, but when the stallion reached out with his tongue, he didn't find Ron's balls. In fact, he didn't seem to _have_balls. Ron felt first hand what formed the biggest pit in his stomach - the monster's tongue pushed forward and _entered_Ron, low. Much lower than his tail.

Eyes wide and reeling, the wizard glanced under his dark, inky belly, hoping to see the same silhouette, but there was nothing between his hind legs...except two small, twin mounds. He_was the nightmare - _he_was the _she. Ron lifted her leg and tried to kick, but was met by a quick, sharp _bite_right on her rump. Whinnying, she hopped forward, only for the male to follow, still snorting beneath her tail.

This isn't real! Ron thought. It's just an illusion - I just need to laugh!

She tried, but all that came out was an odd snorffle, and the boggart remained as powerful as ever, looming behind her. Ron would never think twice about acromantulas again - this was the scariest thing she'd _ever_had to face. Frantically, she tried to kick again, but the night stallion sidestepped the blow, sliding up beside her and lifting a hoof. Before Ron could stop him, the creature lifting his enormous bulk and landed heavily on her back.

No,this was the scariest thing she'd ever faced. His sideways mount had pushed Ron's tail to the side, pinning it against the stallion's belly. He was so heavy, she could barely move her back legs, and when she tried to clamber forward, he tucked his powerful hooves around her waist and_tugged_, pulling her back. Illusion or not, it sure _felt_real! She was pinned helplessly beneath the larger nightmare, about to be reintroduced to the huge, inky blackness between his legs.

Slap! Slap!

Ron could hear the horse's cock against his belly, raising higher and higher until she could feel the heat radiating off his nearby tip. Muscles she'd never known she'd had bounced and trembled, waiting helplessly for the inevitable. Ron desperately tried to laugh, but her gasping wheeze had no effect. _No, no, no!_ran through her mind, but all the pleading in the world didn't stop the night stallion from closing his sharp teeth around the soft flesh on the back of her neck.

Ron took one last glance at the double doors, hoping for Harry or Neville - hell, even Hermione- to break through those doors, wands blazing. She whinnied_plaintively, but there was no response. They couldn't hear her.She had to come to terms that this was really going to happen and there was nothing she could do about it. Tossing her head back, the former teenaged boy spread her legs and _squealed, helpless to stop the first, powerful...

Thrust!

The stallion plunged into her, his enormous girth slamming_her apart. Any doubt that she was a mare was gone in an instant as two of his three feet of length was buried inside her with a loud_squelch! His hooves dug painfully into her twin teats, his teeth pinching the nape of her neck as he tugged backward. He felt like a freight train barrelling down on her, her knees buckling to hold her ground. Her inky black folds bulged around him, stretched into a lewd _O_as she met his medial ring.

It all felt so real. Ron_whinnied_ and screamed as she lost her virginity, just a handful of meters from where Hermione calmly sat. This was _not_how Ron had expected her first time to go! The boggart masquerading as a nightmare powered forward, raping the teenaged wizard with quick, frenzied thrusts that soon buried another foot, and then another, until Ron was stuffed full of the entire, massive cock.

But that was just the beginning. With a grunt, the stallion pulled back and humped again, and then again, sinking into the new female so hard that his dangling, shadowy balls smacked_into her wide, black rump. He was _splitting_her apart! It took all of Ron's strength to hold her ground, spreading her legs desperately to take more of the horny horse's cock. Lewd, wet _sloshes_and _splorches rang out with each heady thrust, and not even Ron could tell whether the wetness was more from him or from her. She could just whinny and moan as her stallion claimed her once and for all.

Ron's ear flicked as she heard a few high-pitched squeaks_and felt her tight cunny get even _wetter, well aware that the nightmare was already preparing himself for the final moment. His huge tip thumped_inside her, smearing his pre against her innermost walls while she_clenched hard around his fat cock, her black folds _lapping_at the very base of his enormous cock.

False laughter and fear faded now, as Ron gave herself over to unbidden pleasure. Every square inch of the night stallion's throbbing shaft rubbed inside of her quivering tunnel, and Ron could no longer deny how good he made his filly feel. Ron spread her legs and bucked backward, up and down, tail splayed of its own accord. She dug her fiery hooves into the stone floor and neighed, tossing her head back.

The boggart did the same, releasing her scruff to whinny_triumphantly into the air, his voice barely managing to drown out hers. She strained to meet him once, twice, but on the third time, Ron could take it no more. She _squealed_and _came, her entire equine body starting to release and shudder beneath the powerful stallion. Tail flagged, he joined her, nostrils wide as he grunted and his tip flared deep inside her.

Ron felt him widen inside her, sealing his tip off from everything except her waiting, defenseless opening, and then the _flood_began. Balls pumping, the night stallion claimed the last distinction Ron could have made about her virginity. He'd popped her cherry, gotten her off, and now he was dumping his nuts straight into her quivering womb, squirt after splurt sinking straight into her swelling belly. The stallion had his mare.

Ron could only buck and moan beneath him, sweat dripping of her body as she panted and groaned, barely able to keep standing against his powerful onslaught. Her belly bloated bigger and bigger, then too far as the first thick load of cum shot out of her, splattering the ground behind her. The stallion's belly cannon kept firing, stuffing Ron full in every way imaginable, until, with a grunt, he was done.

She shivered and moaned as he released her hips, walking forward beneath him like an obedient filly. He fell to the ground with a river of cum leaking out, much of it pulled out by his thick, flared head. Ron knew all too well that the huge amount of semen spilling out of her was a drop in the bucket that was her saturated womb

Now what? Ron thought, panting loudly.

Thoroughly defeated, Ron appeared to be no more threat to the creature. A snort, and the shadows that enveloped the teenager began to recede. His body returned to him, dick and all (he was quick to check), clothes fully intact. Despite the sensations, Ron had to wonder if it had all been an illusion. A horrifying one, but an illusion nonetheless. If he still felt a little bloated in his belly, it was probably just a testament to how real it had felt. The nightmare pawed dangerously on the ground, and Ron dashed for his wand, not daring to face the creature again. He ran to the double doors and barrelled out of it in a huff.

Outside, everything seemed so normal. The lights were on and Neville, Luna, and Hermione were waiting patiently as Ron emerged, his hair as dishevelled as Neville's. What could he say? He didn't have the medallion. He'd been humiliated in the most horrible way by the evil boggart, but, he realized, none of them would know. None of them _could_know.

Thinking fast, he stammered, "I didn't get it."

The girls exchanged a glance, now that two of the four had already failed the test. Ron held his tongue, unwilling to admit what had just happened. Boggarts were supposed to be _easy!_Why couldn't it have been a giant spider? He rushed over to his seat and took it.

Luna said, "Well, might as well get it out of the way." Hermione agreed to let her go, and the younger girl hopped optimistically through the metal double doors. Ron had to wonder how she'd do. What was she most afraid of? Could she cast the spell faster than Ron had? If not...what would the boggart do to _her?_He should have warned her.

But he didn't.

Instead, he glanced at Neville. "Erm...tough test...?"

Neville's face looked ashen, but before he could respond, Hermione said, "Hush! I haven't taken it yet!"

Ron zipped it. If anyone could handle a boggart it was Hermione, and he had to assume the way the creature had attacked him was unusual, or Lupin would have mentioned something to the class. And Neville hadn't behaved out of the ordinary, despite failing his test. Perhaps what the stallion had done to Ron was his greatest fear? It certainly was now!

His thoughts were justified when Luna Lovegood returned, just minutes later, carrying a medallion in her hand. "Piece of Snarlbarg!" she declared triumphantly.

Ron had never heard of that expression, but he knew better than to ask her to elaborate.

Hermione turned to Ron and said, "Wish me luck."

Ron just nodded, refusing to meet her eyes. Now he _had_to keep his experience a secret. No one else had failed quite so spectacularly as he did, and though he felt miserable and violated, how could he tell someone? It was humiliating! He couldn't even tell Harry...

As Hermione disappeared, Luna took her seat next to the two boys. "Well, wasn't that something! I've never thought I'd see one in person! Where do you think Harry got it?"

Ron remembered that Luna wasn't in Lupin's class. She'd never faced a boggart before. His lip trembled, but he managed to put up a good front, saying, "I got it. From Hagrid."

Luna said, "Well, then, you had quite the advantage!" Then she seemed to realize that he hadn't succeeded and clapped her hand to her mouth. "Oh, right, sorry."

After several minutes of awkward silence, she tried again. "What happened?"

Ron just shrugged. "Nothing. Just lost my wand."

Luna glanced at Neville, who had never looked more uncomfortable. "You?"

The awkward boy just shook his head.

Luna just shrugged. "Should have read The Quibbler. You'd have known to always carry a Hedley charm. One look at that, and he went running." She lifted her arm to show off her charm bracelet with loads of little symbols to ward off the dozens of imaginary creatures she had convinced herself were real. "Honestly, I don't know how you thought you'd beat him without one."

Ron rolled his eyes. "You think you know everything."

Luna looked hurt, and Ron said, "Sorry, I didn't mean it. What's your greatest fear, anyway?"

"Unicorns," she said, without hesitation. "Don't ask."

Ron blinked.

"Why do you ask?" she added, raising an eyebrow.

"Because of the boggart?" Ron replied, confused.

"What boggart?"

Neville glanced at Ron and he glanced back. "The one in the trial room."

"What? That wasn't a boggart," she said. "Though it often pretends to be one, I suppose. That was a _real_shapeshifter. The infamous Hedley Kow!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Tell that to Hagrid."

Luna shrugged. "And you've never known Hagrid to make a mistake?"

Well,that ringed true. Ron froze. What if she was telling the truth? Come to think of it, when did a boggart ever change its target's_form? If what that stallion had done to him was all an illusion, why had it felt so...so _real...

Neville looked at Ron and said, "I cast _Riddikulus_and laughed, but it didn't stop it."

Ron said, "Wait...then...Hermione!"

The boys sprang up, and Luna was right on their heels. They swung the doors open, wands out and up, and light filled the small chamber. What they saw was horrifying and puzzling all at the same time.

Inside there were two werewolves, though the larger one was wearing an orange and blue clown costume, complete with bright red nose. The other was on her back, her dark black fur a glossy sheen under the outside light. She had both hands up, struggling back and forth against her attacker, his paws clamped around her wrists. She snarled up and snapped, but he kept his big, red nose out of reach.

They were too late. Ron stared down between the werewolves. It was obviously Hermione below, her legs spread helplessly around the dominate alpha. His eyes were locked there, the creature's enormous dick bulging inside of her. He could hardly believe how stretched out she was, a huge, distended sphere between her legs. She tugged and pulled away as best she could, but it was no use - he was stuck.

"I can't get a good shot!" Neville gasped, trying to avoid hitting Hermione.

Luna said, "The charm, the charm!" grabbing for her bracelet. But she fumbled it.

Ron was forced to watch as the shapeshifter, all too real, pinned Hermione to the ground, slammed his hips forward, and howled, balls churning as he began to pump his struggling victim full of wolf cum. Tied helplessly to him, Hermione could only _whimper_and take it, every last drop _splurting_deep into her womb.

Good God, Ron thought_, that happened to_ me_._ He could no longer deny that the stallion had been no illusion. He really had been a mare, he really _had_been violated by the little-known monster. Now, it was raping Hermione, and he could only guess that the same thing must have happened to Neville. And Ron was just as helpless to save her as he had been to save himself.

Hermione_howled_, her hips suddenly bucking up and down as the monster claimed her, her hands falling limp at her side as her struggles ceased. She _whined_and shook, her bulging cunny throbbing and squeezing around the horny werewolf, milking him even as his vicious snarl sprayed drool over her face and chest.

Luna dived for her charm bracelet, still on the floor, then climbed to her feet, charging toward the copulating canines. Perhaps if she'd been a little faster, she might have made a difference, but she didn't reach the monster until he was buried balls deep, twitching softly as the last few, simple squirts splattered inside of her.

The charm went to work immediately, undoing both transformations simultaneously, leaving Hermione a panting wreck on the floor, her clothes fully reformed, but her belly still swimming in cum. The clown werewolf, as ridiculous as it might have seemed in any other circumstance, faded away until all that remained was a four-legged, hooved goblin, unlike anything Ron had seen before. Shrieking, it dived for the box, and before Ron could grab it, the box and everything inside of it spun wildly and disappeared into thin air.

It was gone.

Ron was speechless as Neville and Luna ran to Hermione's side, helping the girl to her feet and collecting her wand. "I laughed..." she said, and then repeated it, twice. "But it didn't work..."

She took one look at Ron and collapsed into his arms, her eyes blanketed in tears. He couldn't hold back any longer, crying with her. By the time Harry found out something had happened, his friends had recovered - outwardly. But only they could truly understand the horror they'd just undergone.

* * * * *

Hermione set herself to research the Hedley Kow, a fable from Northern England that no one had truly believed was real - except the Lovegoods. The trickster was normally considered mean-spirited, but not evil, and the tricks played were inconveniences at most. It wasn't until Hermione came across an ancient document from Northumberland that she found what she was looking for.

"Ron, it says that no one knows how the Hedley Kow reproduces, especially since every semi-reliable eyewitness reports that they are male. I think we have just solved that mystery..."

"But that makes no sense. You're not a werewolf. I'm not a nightmare."

Hermione shook her head. "No, but if I'm right..."

She was. Two weeks later, the young girl was already starting to show, and a quick magical exam made it clear beyond a reasonable doubt: Hermione was pregnant. The Hedley Kow had claimed her womb in more ways than one, and now there was a little Kow growing inside of her. All efforts by Madam Pomfrey to remove the creature were met with failure or deemed too risky.

It wasn't until a week later that Ron and Neville realized that they had also started to show.