Home for the Summer

~ Home for the Summer~





Summary: During a summer break from Hogwarts, Harry is the only one who can help Hermoine. Set 3 years after the events in ' The Chamber of Secrets'.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, away with your wands!

A/N: Cut me some slack, I don't know too much about Harry Potter





Chapter One- Summer Vacation





Ah, summer. While those three months of relief are overwhelming to most teenagers, Harry Potter was not a normal teenager. Sure, his aunt and uncle were no longer a problem, his cousin wouldn't go within ten feet of him. He practiced magic, but he was the only one. Hogwarts was his home, this was temporary.



Ron was to spend the vacation in Romania with his brother and parents, so he wouldn't see him until September, when the next semester was to begin. But Hermoine was at home, far away, yet there was the internet. Both were online as much as possible, and he missed her, a lot.

One lazy Saturday in early July, Harry was reading a spell boo, sprawled across his bed in his room that was not in the cupboard under the stairs. A ring tuned from his computer, telling him she had logged on under her screen name.

Wizard163: hey, I lit the neighbors car on fire, luckily he ran into the pool



MagicTips: I have such a huge problem, oh my god, you have to help me Harry!

Wizard163: alright, what's wrong?

He sensed her emotion.

MagicTips: I'm coming to see you Harry, I have to see you!

Wizard163: okay, okay, what's going on?

He furiously hit each letter. Excited she was coming, worried why.

MagicTips: Please! Meet me at the bus station at 11, please!

He didn't know what else to do.

Wizard163: are you sure?

MagicTips: yes, you're the only one I can talk to right now

Wizard163: alright, I'll be there



And she logged off.





It took half an hour to walk to the city bus station. Harry snuck out the back door at precisely ten twenty-nine, taking the car would wake his aunt and uncle, and if he were to not return alone, it just wouldn't work. He walked very fast to his destination. For July, it was rather cold out.

Since the growth spur the summer before, he wouldn't have trouble finding her. No one's face getting off the bus rang a bell in his mind. Then he saw her, Hermoine, her face drained down her tear stained cheeks. The shirt and jeans she wore were wrinkled and torn. Harry froze, he did not want to believe it was really her. But she stood right in front of him.



" Hermoine, what happened to you?".



Her lip began to tremble, " my parents threw me out, I didn't have the chance to bring anything with me".

" It's okay" he spoke softly. She looked down, he brought his hand to gently tracing her jaw line, getting her to lift her neck to gaze at him. " What happened?".



" They got bad" she took a deep breath, " they got really mad, when I-I told them".

Harry kept watching her, " when you told them what?".



Hermoine looked down again, " when I told them I was pregnant".







_Srry- it's short, but at least it gets the plot going. Let me know what you think

~ Home for the Summer~





Chapter Two- No More Tears







Harry froze, his mind went blank, he could only focus on her, but without recognizing her. Hermoine watched him closely, not knowing what he was thinking. Frankly, it was scaring her.

" Harry, say something" the tears were unbearable.

His hands were shaking, and he didn't want her to feel it. Harry strained the feeling, wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her closer. " I started feeling sick at the end of last semester, and ignored it. My mum took me to the doctors two months after missing my.".

" I-I know" he finished for her. Even after four years of spending time at Hogwarts around only boys, she was still uncomfortable about mentioning femine things around them, at least being calm. Harry removed the light jacket he wore, wrapping it around Hermoine's shoulders, " come on, let's get you home, or at least, back to my house" he offered his hand to her. After she accepted, the two began to walk away from the crowds at the bus stop.



" The screaming went on for hours, eventually, they went around in circles and started repeating themselves. I had little money left over from my birthday, I used it all to get here".

Harry still held her hand down the dark London streets, " I'm glad you did" he paused, venturing to ask and actually know something about the female body, " when are you suppose.to have the baby?".

Even in a state of depression, Hermoine still had her spunky attitude, " it's called a due date Harry".

" Right" he joked, " when's your due date?".

" Another six months" she sighed, " in January".

He paused, " we'll be at school".

She laughed, " I've been taken off the acceptance list, forever, my parents will no longer pay the tuition".

" Maybe there's another way".

" While I'm pregnant?" Hermoine mocked an eyebrow.

Harry shrugged, " I don't know much about this kind of thing".

" It's all new to me too".

He looked down at her, " you won't have to be alone, you're staying with me" while he was commanding, she still had the option of objection.

" What about your aunt and uncle? And your cousin?".

He looked ahead of them, " okay, so we'll have to keep it a secret, but they work all day, and Dudley goes to some fat camp, and trust me, he would not tell if he were to find out".

Hermoine looked up at him again, " what about in September?".

Harry paused, hesitating, not knowing a good enough answer, or an explanation to go with it. " We'll cross that bridge when we get to it".



No lights were on in the house when they arrived, no one knew he had left. Signaling that no sound could be made, Harry led Hermoine through the dark kitchen and into the hallway. She couldn't help noticing the small cupboard under the stairs, the prison he once occupied. Both let out a sigh of relief when entering Harry's room and he had closed the door.

" I'm use to sneaking around in the dark with you" Hermoine smiled, " except there's no Fluffy" she referred to the nightly quests at Hogwarts.

" Only Dudley" Harry commented.

Hermoine giggled, " thank you" she stopped suddenly.

Harry looked at her before walking into his closet, " you're welcome". He disappeared for a moment. She glared around the room at every detail.

He emerged with a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, just as she noticed a picture frame on the wall near the door. " Is that your parents?".

Harry did not need to see the smiling couple, " yes, it was taken on their honeymoon, at least, that's what I'm told" he handed over the clothing articles.

Hermoine took them, though still studied the picture, " you look like your mum".

He smiled, " everyone says that. Apparently, a child obtains it's physical features from the parent of the opposite gender". Then, he realized it was a rather sensitive subject, in which he quickly changed. " Um, I'll leave so you can change".

She watched him leave, " thanks" whispering.

Harry took a few small steps in the hallway, then bolted to the bathroom, managing to slam the door and flick the light switch. Coughing downward into the toilet, he couldn't think straight. Twenty-four hours, he would be doing something as simple as reading, or playing on the computer. He rested his forehead on the rim, knowing he had to pull himself together, for Hermoine. She had been through and would be going through worse things, vomiting included.

After rinsing his mouth, he went back to the room. Harry began to say something to Hermoine, then turned around, she was asleep, laying on the bed. He turned off the lamp, then carefully slid onto the other side of the bed. Now it was too hot for any blankets.

" Harry" her voice was clear.

" Yeah?".

She lifted herself off the mattress, sensing where he was, placing his lips upon his, then laying back on her side, " good night".

He paused, " good night".

Hours later, Hermoine was asleep, Harry wasn't. he placed a hand on her lower stomach, nothing happened, not yet anyways, but he could feel her breathe. Throughout the night, Harry did not ask her about the baby's father. Already knowing that it was him.







~ Should I continue?~

~ Home for the Summer~

Summary: This is the flashback chapter, basically telling where this all started, the previous semester at Hogwarts.



Responses to Reviews:

Mystic Gohan- Hermoine is fifteen years old and she's pregnant, no teenagers parents would be exactly thrilled. Maybe not to the point of literally throwing her out of her home, but it's only for the plot so she would be with Harry.

Lord Marix- Thank you, I didn't know my anonymous review blocker was on, it's off now. As for when the story takes place, I added that Harry can drive (not like the car in Chamber of Secrets, this one stays on the ground) but never really specified. Though in the first chapter, I mentioned it was three years after the events in the Chamber of Secrets. They were about 12 there, making them 15 now. But Harry's birthday is in the summer so he'd be just turned 16, and Hermoine maybe 15. Therefore, the following September would be their.(I'm thinking here) sixth year at Hogwarts.

Now, onto the next chapter



Chapter Three- The Diary





" That's cheating you idiot! You cannot move you're king there!" Ron cried. During yet another game of chests, regular chess that is, Harry was the lasting champion, nothing new, but the opponent still tried to find an excuse.

And it never worked, " yes I can, it's the winning move, cheating to you is when I kick your helpless butt". Hermoine, the only spectator in the grand hall, giggled at Harry's comment.

Ron stumped over his arm, " that's why you cheat a lot" he sighed.

Harry looked over at Hermoine, " care to play?".

" No" she smiled, " I can tell you right now I'd loose" she glared at Ron, " I have no problem admitting it either". Harry looked at Ron, a look only seen when Hermoine made such a comment, which was very common. " I'm going to bed". She stood from the bench and walked out of the room.

The boys watched her, " bloody hell" Ron commented, a famous one for him, " you'd think after five years, I'd be use to her".

Harry shrugged, " it's not hard, it's not like she's going to change her personality for you". Ron turned from watching Hermoine leave to a sly evil grin towards him. " What?".

Ron kept smiling, " you like Hermoine".

" What?!" his voice jumped, and he already gone through puberty. But his best friend had hit a sore spot in his own mind, " where did that come from?".

" A thought I had, and has for quiet sometime. I believe, what a coincidence" he sarcastically said, " five years" .

Harry tried to find an appropriate objection, " I think you're the one who loves her" that was not it.

" Love?" Ron raised an eyebrow at the change in vocabulary, " even if I did love herm it wouldn't matter, because she does not love me in return. You, on the other hand".

Harry dropped every chess piece he had been holding back to the board, ignoring the clutter sounds. He was shocked, defiantly, even though Ron already knew it, Harry tried to hide it. " We're a little too old for this Ron, Hermoine does not love me, or whatever you may want to call it".

While he continued with the chess pieces, Tom removed a tan leather book from the school bag he had. Harry only noticed when he began to read. " April fifteenth, it's been so long, I cannot count the days anymore. My feelings are locked away, and yet, I'm too ashamed to admit them. He may not understand, he may laugh, he may not feel the same in return".

" What the hell is that?" Harry studied the open book Ron was reading from.

Ron's blissful grin intimidated him, " Hermoine's diary, I found it".

" You moron!" he reached across the table, snatching it away, the closing it while sitting down again, " this isn't yours, it's none of your business, and you had no right to take it!".

Ron kept the grin, " you're a little jumpy".

" She does not mention my name or any name".

" Yeah, but we're the only guys she's ever around, and it's clearly not me".

" Even if it was me" Harry lowered his voice before speaking again, " if it's in here, it was because she does not want anyone else to know". He got up from the table, holding the diary.

" Where are you going?" Ron asked, seeing Harry was about to walk away.

" To give this back to her".

" She'll kill you if she sees you have it!" Ron exclaimed.

" Not if I tell her I found it under your bed".



Hermoine opened the door to her dorm room, in her pajamas, but no sign of her being asleep. But she looked very happy to see Harry, greeting him with a warm smile.

" I didn't wake you, did I?".

She shook her head, " no, no, I was just looking for something".

He held up her diary so she could see, " by any chance, this?".

Hermoine's eyes grew wider, her jaw fell, " wh-where did you find that?".

" Ron had it, I don't know how he found it" Harry spoke quickly before she could mentally accuse him.

Then she seemed a little sad, " did he read it?".

Over time, Harry discovered that he could never lie to Hermoine, he did not have the will power, even a little white lie, in such a situation, " yes" he paused, " but I wasn't paying attention, I was putting the game away. I didn't really hear" okay, he could lie through part of it.

She looked slightly relieved, though angry, at least it was only at Ron. He watched. " Come in" Hermoine grabbed his wrist and shut the door before he could react.

Harry handed her the diary, she took it and threw it across the room. He watched it and began to think maybe she really was mad at him. Hermoine pressed her lips against his with a strong force, indication, that she wasn't. It took him by surprise, one he didn't mind the smallest bit. Pressing her body up to his, they stumbled into the wall.

After another moment, she backed away slowly, Harry remained against the wall, still in shock. Hermoine giggled, " what a shame, you get scared from one kiss" she was purposely teasing him because of that. While Harry did have detailed dreams about her then woke in a cold sweat, Ron often overheard them, Hermoine did not know of them, it's almost like she was reading his mind. He wouldn't doubt if that were the issue.

" Hermoine" her name rang in his throat.

She turned as he moved away from the wall. Slowly, Harry closed the space between them. Hermoine didn't dare any movement, her legs froze, her breaths became faster, and he hadn't done anything. Yet.

Harry traced her jaw line, gently. She froze completely as he leaned close to her, placing his lips upon hers, softer, compared to her attack. Willingly, she allowed her mouth to open slightly, enough for his tongue to slip through. Weird shocks ran up her spine when one hand went to her waist, the other stayed at her chin. Hermoine eagerly kissed him back, making it deeper, wrapping her arms around his neck so they'd be closer. Harry moved the hand on her cheek to join the hand on her hip, both guiding the other backwards. When her leg hit the bed frame, they broke the kiss. Looking into each others gaze, knowing it was the last chance to stop, or keep what was already there. Both were panting, Hermoine gave a small nod, Harry slowly laid her down onto the comforter, she pulled her down with him.





The next morning hit Harry like a barrel of rocks. Without warning, he shot up from a deep slumber. He looked around, it was not his dorm, he looked down, besides the blankets, he was naked. And, he was alone. He remembered what happened.

Just as he managed to get his cloak on, Harry entered the grand hall were breakfast was being served. Finding his usual seat, with the usual crowd, Hermoine and Ron were there, already engaged in a conversation. At the same time, they both noticed him.

" I told you that you studied way too much" Ron commented upon him sitting down across from him, next to the girl he spent the night with.

" What?" Harry glared at him.

Hermoine stepped in, " you fell asleep in the library last night, I saw you on the way over here. You looked so cute, I didn't want to wake you" she gave him a certain look when saying the last part, the only part with any truth.

" Oh" he said softly, then realized what she was trying to tell him, " oh" he tried to make it sound more presentable to Ron, " yes, I lost track of the time and just, fell asleep".

" Did you return that one book?" now Ron was trying to secretly telling him something, poor Harry, his friends doing this when he had been awake for five minutes at the most.

But Ron was unaware that Hermoine knew the possession he had the night before, " yes, he returned my diary you slithering slug".

" I am what I eat" Ron said, proudly, " and I can say that in a literal sense".

Hermoine ignored the gross comment, " Harry, can I talk to you in the corridor for a moment?".

Finally, he understood something right away, " sure". He followed her down the aisle and through the large doorway. Ron thought nothing of it.



" I'm sorry about last night, I don't know what either of us were thinking and I think we were just caught up in the moment or something" she immediately rushed into speaking the second they were out of earshot from anyone else.

" I understand, I feel the same way, and I'm sorry as well. It was something that should have never happened, and it would be best if we tried to forget about it all together" he didn't mean that, he really did not want to say that.

Hermoine did not want to hear it either, but she knew it would be for the best if she agreed, " of course, I agree" neither said anything for a moment, the silence was killing both of them. " Do you think this could ruin our friendship?".

If he could not have her in the terms of love, he wanted her friendship, " no, of course not. We can't change what happened last night, but it's not something to loose such a good friendship over".

" Right" she nodded, " well, we better get back in there before Ron suspects something. Let's just keep this between us".

" Defiantly".

Harry and Hermoine walked back into the hall, acting like he had really fallen asleep in the " library" the night before.

~ Home for the Summer~

A/N: Though the baby will not be born until a later chapter, I need ideas of what the readers think the gender should be. Names are picked out for either one, but I'm always bad with which would be better with the characters. Let me know in your reviews what you think it should be. Thanks!



Chapter Four- Resolutions; Part One





Sun rays glistened through the white blinds over the window appearing across the floor, onto the blankets, and Harry's face. His eyelids fluttered open, darting around the room, he reached for his glasses and saw that he was alone in the bed, again. The previous night was not a dream, again, the thought of that was quickly erased from his mind. Hermoine sat Indian style on the carpet, near the desk, reading one of Harry's books from Hogwarts.

Without moving, " everyone left. Dudley came in here earlier, but I was hiding in the closet".

It tore him apart to think she actually had to do that, " how are you feeling?".

She shrugged, " nauseous, but it's going away".

" How about some toast, it may help" he kindly offered.

She shook her head, no longer reading, just staring at the words that didn't mean anything, " no thank you, I'm not hungry".

Harry never took his eyes off her, " Hermoine, you have to eat". With no response, he knew she was trying to hide her emotions. Behind her long tresses, it was there. He crawled off the side of the bed, sitting in front of her. In the same moment, Hermoine leaned into his chest, immediately bawling into his shoulder. He held her very close, caressing her back in attempts to calm her.

" How is this going to work, Harry?" her words were clueless to herself.

" I don't know" he whispered in her ear, " don't worry, we will figure out something, soon" Harry waited for a minute, " you are staying for the rest of the summer, right?".

" Is that alright? I can find another place".

Harry stopped her, " no, I want you to stay, I don't want you to be alone, you won't be alone" he told her, and truly meant it.

Hermoine calmed, slightly, " you're sixth year starts in two months, you and Ron".

A spontaneous thought sprung to mind at random call, Harry stopped his movements, " unless, you come with me, come with us".

The tears slowed down, her face still buried, " what?".

Harry didn't know where it was coming from, but he knew what he meant, " you can come with me, back to Hogwarts".

" I heard you" Hermoine pulled away, " but, I can't, I'm no longer on the acceptance list, and I have no money. Besides, this is against the rules".

Harry's bank account wouldn't hold out for her, even if he tried, and he knew that, and it's not like they were one for obeying the school rules. " I know, but, Ron and I are already assigned as roommates, and no staff member goes inside the dorms".

" Harry Potter, you are absolutely insane for thinking of such a thing, and you're suppose to be the practical one" he knew that voice.

But he also knew that being practical was not necessarily an option anymore, " maybe insane is a good thing. Maybe you have somewhere to go, but I don't want you to. You're an only child, aren't Ron and I like your brothers?".

" If you're my brother, and the father of our child, it's not a good mixture".

He stared directly at her, " it's a metaphor. I want to be there for you, and the baby no matter what. It's either here or Hogwarts, but you're not safe here. Two months hiding out here is one thing all year would be another".

" But hiding me at Hogwarts would be a different thing?" it was a oratorical question that she thought he would not be able to answer. Then again, he was the famous Harry Potter.

" It's easier there, in any circumstance, and it would look suspicious if neither of returned to school".

Hermoine wanted to believe him, he wouldn't be saying it if he really thought it could happen. " How can I get there? I don't have a train ticket and if I managed to get on, people would wonder why I'm never around in school".

There, she caught him with an obstacle, one he had to think of a way around before all hope was lost. Train, problems with the train, the memories came back. A smirk formed across his lips. " Do you remember how Ron and I got to school for the second year?".

Hermoine, still focused on that smirk, reacted, " oh great, so you're going to kill me, there's a good idea!".

Harry shook his head, " no not like that, there was a very serious problem when we did that" she signaled for him to continue, " Ron was driving. Either way, no one saw us come in, they found out because we were stupid enough, but with a little more intelligence, they would not know you were there".

" And what? Live in a dorm twenty-four seven?".

" Have you seen our dorm? Once you enter the sixth year, they're huge, it's like a mansion, ten times the size of this room, and you know we'd take care of you" Harry realized he was ramming on about something neither found very important, he stopped, in hesitation, " you love that world, and it's where you deserve to be, it doesn't matter what is going on. This is the only way to still be the witch you were born to be, and when I say witch, I mean it in a good way".

She let out a little laugh, " you make it sound so tempting, but too easy".

" Well" he was very into this idea, now getting to the second thought, " it won't be, I can admit that. If you really want to, it'll.work".

Hermoine acted shocked, " remember what happened last time you said that?".

Neither of them could forget, it was in concrete memory, and right there in front of them. " The damage has been done, I don't think we could make it worse" she still looked depressed, Harry leaned closer, " most of the time, we hardly got caught, wandering around when we weren't suppose to be" he smiled. There were the few occasional incidents.

" Like a dog" she snarled, " I can get out at night, like a dog".

" No" he snapped towards himself, " no, no, no, you only have one head". Hermoine laughed hysterically, they both were. She stopped after seeing she had, with a blank expression. " What's wrong?" he calmly asked, but did not receive an answer, the same look, " what is it?".

" I don't think it's wrong" she said, placing a hand on her stomach, " it's just really weird".

Harry scooted closer on the carpet, " what feels weird?".

Hermoine took his hand and placed it near hers, he could feel something moving on the other side, " it's not suppose to move".

" I thought they were?" one of the little things he had an idea about the certain subject.

" Not this early, at least, that's what I re ad" she removed her hand, " then again, it's a wizards baby".

He still didn't move his hand, " and a witch's".

She smiled, rather weak. The kiss during the previous night was ignored, and they wound up in an emotional moment of silence. It was three words, one was very prime. He had thought about them all the time, she had written them, maybe if Ron had been right.

" I don't fell." Hermoine jumped on her feet, running from the room, clutching her mouth. Harry ran after her into the bathroom, ready to hold her hair back.

~ Home for the Summer~

Chapter Five- Guess What



Hermoine arrived on July seventh, a little before midnight and a few weeks before Harry's sixteenth birthday. It was now August twenty- fifth. The next semester at Hogwarts was beginning in one week exactly. No one knew of her presence in Harry's room, there were only seven days left. Harry had sent Ron a letter not long before saying the car would be needed for getting to the school. Though the fact that he would not be driving was mentioned, the reason why the car was needed, wasn't. Harry and Hermoine agreed that they'd wait until the last possible minute to tell Ron anything.

Harry placed the plate of toast, a glass of orange juice, and a cup of tea on the breakfast tray. Hermoine slept through most of the mornings, he knew it was not her fault. He carried the tray slowly from the kitchen upstairs to the bedroom, where she had just opened her eyes at his entrance.

" I told you, no more breakfast in bed" Hermoine mumbled, moving into a sitting position under the covers.

Harry placed the tray across her lap, " I must have missed that" he joked, knowing very well that she had said it many times before.

She looked at the items in front of her, " this is too much".

" You saw what the book said, you're eating for two so you need the extra energy, and healthy energy" he had a routine from many different books planned in his mind, she found it adorable.

Hermoine took a bite from the toast, watching him arrange something in his desk, " before we leave, I'm going to make you breakfast while you're asleep".

Harry smiled, " there's only a few more days, seven to be exact".

" Seven!" she cried, " only seven!" she caught his full attention, " we haven't heard from Ron yet, what if it's too late!"

He raised his arms, " calm down Hermoine, knowing Ron, he'll wait until the last minute. There's a chance he's in Romania" she was about to speak again, the doorbell rang. " I'll be right back".

Harry jumped the steps down to the entry hall. Switching the latch and turning the handle, he screamed, slamming the door in a split second. Hermoine appeared at the top of the staircase, " what was that all about?".

" It's Ron!" Harry gasped, " Ron, it's Ron, Ron is here!".

She saw past his panicking, " so, why did you shut the door in his face?".

" He can't know we're here!".

" I think he already knows" as Hermoine stepped down the stairs one by one, Harry bolted up them.

" The plan was he doesn't have to know until the semester begins" he whispered.

But she used her regular tone, " like you said, it's only seven days, now open the door, he may not leave until you do".

" Okay" Harry dashed back to the door, calmly opening it. Ron still stood there, with a bright smile on his face.

" Is that how you treat all your guests?" he grinned.

" Only you" Harry commented.

Ron walked inside. When Harry kept his face pressed against the closed door, he noticed Hermoine at the top of the stairs, wearing a pair of boxer shirts and a long t-shirt. " What in the name of Professor Dumbledore are you doing here?".

" Hello Ron" she said, with a hint of fear, maybe she should have listened to Harry.

Ron laughed, " so this is why you haven't answered my letters, you came here. Boy, am I glad....bloody hell, someone's gained weight".

Hermoine looked down at her rounded stomach, the baggy shirt was no longer doing it's job. She covered it with her arms and sat on the edge of the step. Ron stood on the bottom step, looking between his two best friends.

Harry took three steps away from the door, " Ron, Hermoine will be staying with us at Hogwarts this year".

Ron looked at Harry like he was a mental patient with amnesia, " well of course she is, she has been since the first day, and that's when we were barely eleven".

Hermoine shook her head in disbelief for him, " he means in your dorm, with you".

" Did they make it coed? Oh no!" he cried, " I don't want to be stuck with Ginny".

Harry waved him off, " you won't be with Ginny, just myself and Hermoine. She'll be, I guess you can say hiding".

" Can say?" Hermoine roughly commented, " that's exactly what I'll be doing".

Harry continued, " she won't be a student, no one but us will know she is there, and I mean no one, aside from us".

Ron still had his ways of ignoring the obvious, " and Hagrid?" he said with enthusiasm.

He was smacked upside the head, " what part of ' no one' don't you understand? How many times has Hagrid said ' I shouldn't have told you that' to us alone? No offense, but we can't take the risk of him saying that Hermoine is pregnant" Harry didn't mean to say that, nor did he care, it was going to come out eventually.

Ron changed an expression, " but, you're not pregnant" he looked upstairs at her.

" Yes I am!" she yelled, " I am pregnant, that's why I'm here! That's why I'm fat, but if you call me tat again, I'll petrify you, because it's only going to get worse".

He shrugged, " well, I was in Romania, it makes sense why I didn't hear about it sooner".

" That and I'm the father" Harry muttered, Hermoine looked down at him.

But Ron didn't hear, not clearly, " ha, it sounds like you said you were the..." he trailed off. Rapidly looked up, then down, a look of pure fear. " Blind me! How did that happen?".

" Let's not get into that right now" Hermoine answered blissfully, " it was just one night, which, is all it takes" she sighed down memory lane, " when Harry was asleep in the library".

Ron thought for a moment, before exploding at Harry, " I thought you were going to return her diary, not, that!".

As odd as it was, Harry and Hermoine were the only to remain calm. " Not even a wizard can control faith" Hermoine said, focusing on Harry.

He stayed caught in her gaze for a split second, it was very plain, yet something about it, " she's right, she's always right".

" If I never took her diary, this wouldn't have happened!" Ron cried, " you wouldn't have had any reason to see her that night".

Hermoine got up, joining the boys, the same step as Ron, " if it happened, then it was meant to happen. Whether he had the diary or not, we would have been alone at some point or another. And when we were, the feelings would have overcame us, and then" she looked at Harry, looking back at her. Her mind and mouth had rambled almost too far. " Damn hormones, messing with me again".

Harry went along with the excuse, " they've been pretty rough on her".

By that time, Ron was in tears, bawling into his hands. It was no an unusual site, just an unusual reason. Hermoine grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her, " this isn't your fault".

" It's not that" he blew his nose into his shirt sleeve, " but, Hermoine is gruesome enough, like my mum, and it's so much worse when they're pregnant". Hermoine growled deeply under her breath, dropping Ron's chin. Her chocked on his tears, getting them to stop, " we have to get her out of here, today, right now".

" That was a little unexpected" she commented.

" What?" Harry asked Ron.

" We have to get her to Hogwarts, right now, we can't take the risk of her getting caught".

Harry shook his head, " we've already figured this out, a plan for orientation".



" That's still a few days away. Right now, there's only one person at the school, before any professors or staff members. Not even Dumbledore" Ron told them.

Hermoine raised an eyebrow, " how do you know all this?".

" Percy, who else?".

" Who is the one person that is there?" Harry ventured to ask.

He paused, looking at the,, " Hagrid" he said slowly, then picked up the pace, " but he has his own house, he'll never see us, the chances are too great".

" They're too slim!" Hermoine commented.

" Maybe he has something" Harry took Ron's side, scaring even himself, " sneaking inside will make us look suspicious to anyone who sees us, it is better that no one seeing us at all".

The decision was left entirely to Hermoine, the boys made it obvious. In all fairness, she should have the final say.

" Come on Her, it's the most logical way. Harry's trunk isn't that big". Harry punched Ron near his shoulder, very hard, throwing him back into the wall.

Hermoine let out a deep breath, " is the car out front?". Harry knew what that meant, he ran past them upstairs back to the bedroom. They had been packed for weeks.

" Yes!" Ron could hardly speak through his smile. Harry came to the stairs, with two trunks, Ron went after him to take them. " Where're the owls?".

" In a pen out back" Hermoine's owl joined them not longer after she did. No one noticed the companion to Harry's.

Ron dashed out the front door. Harry stood in front of a grinning Hermoine. " We're going!" her voice almost squeaked.

" We're going" he laughed, repeating her enthusiasm.



The ride to Hogwarts was much more calm this time than when they were twelve. Harry was driving, or flying, and there was much more experience. He stayed in the car the entire time, there was no train on their tail, and Ron's wand was packed away for the time being. Night had fallen for sometime, Ron stayed awake with Harry, Hermoine was asleep along the backseat.

" You know what?" Ron broke the silence.

Harry struggled through exhaustion, not really caring what Ron had to say, " what?".

" I could always picture you two getting married, but, never having any children".

Harry looked away from the windshield, " why's that?".

Ron shrugged, " beats me, I just never could. Though you do seem like the good father type, maybe it means that you're doing things you're not suppose to".

" If it wasn't obvious enough".

" Do you love her?" the question came from nowhere again.

Though this time, Harry did not react in harsh ways, " what is it with you and that subject?".

Ron slouched down in the seat against the dashboard, " well, you got her pregnant, did you not?".

" You make it sound like a forbidden crime or something".

He continued, " I mean, if your relationship as friends went this far, don't you have different feelings for her?".

" I always have" Harry gazed down at the steering wheel, gripping at it harder. The conversation did not continue.

Hermoine laid behind them, wide awake, listening to every sound and every word that took place in front of her. An hour later, the car was landed in an open courtyard at Hogwarts school.

~ Home for the Summer~

Summary: (which is a bad one) Ron and Harry enter Hogwarts, hiding Hermoine, and trying to get away with it.

A/N: Come on guys! Baby boy or baby girl?





" Hagrid's house is on the other side of the school, he won't be anywhere around here" Ron was the first out of the car.

Harry was next, pulling the seat forward to help Hermoine, " you sound so sure of yourself. Do you even know how to get to the dorm from here?".

" Of course" he faced the building standing taller than them, " if we take the stairs to the sixth floor, because of our ear, then down the left wing, make another left, down the hall, the dormitory is also on the left, and, Walla!".

Hermoine gazed at the dark building. If not for the reflecting moonlight, it would blend with the night sky. " Why do I have the feeling that those are the directions to an old friend by the name of Fluffy?".

" If you make all rights instead of lefts, then yes, it is" Ron told her, frightening Harry.

She thought nothing of it, " what about all our things?".

" We'll come back for it later" Harry said, " let's just get inside first".



The large doors to the back entry were not only extremely heavy, but also locked. Then again, two wizards, one witch, three wants, and a certain spell were better than any key. The three pressed their backs against the wood and iron, scraping their feet against the ground. With all possibility, they managed enough space to allow their entrance. After the small corridor, there was the staircase tower, where the ceiling could not be seen. Ron went first, then Hermoine, and Harry followed her. The only sound was their shoes clattering against cement steps. Just arriving on the fourth floor, a light began to illuminate a small area on the ground floor. The three dropped to hide behind the railing, looking through the bars at the owner of those voices.

" Maybe it's the snakes again" Ron gasped, terrified.

Harry interrupted the mindless speaking below them, " you know what they're saying".

Hermoine raised herself slightly, " it's Hagrid".

Sure enough, the loveable, enormous groundskeeper was chatting away with Nick, the friendly spirit of the school, at least one of them. His roaming of Hogwarts year round had been forgotten about when the planning went on.

" Oh, sure Weasly, he never comes around here!" Harry was unaware of the pitch in his voice, by that time, it was too late.

" Harry? Good gods, is that you?" Hagrid's voice echoed towards them, all of them.

Harry released his lip, standing to reveal himself over the banister, " hello Hagrid".

Ron joined him, " hello Sir Nick".

Both were overwhelmed to see the boys, only the boys. " hello Potter, Weasly" Nick greeted, " it's nice to see you again, and rather early this year".

" Um, yes, we wanted to get a head start" Harry felt the nerves in his throat jumping. Hermoine hid within the shadows between the boys.

Hagrid laughed, " you're the only ones to think of such. Where's the Granger girl?".

They panicked for a reasonable, yet believable, explanation. The truth of the acceptance list did not come to either mind. " What?" Harry caused somewhat of a diversion.

" Where's Hermoine?" Hagrid repeated.

" Hermoine who?" Ron's voice cracked to a higher tone.

Harry dropped his neck in disappointment, " Hermoine won't be returning, her parents no longer want her here".

" They don't want me period" she commented, luckily, there was no echo.

No one said anything for what seemed like an eternity, maybe no one believed what Harry had just said. " What a shame" Hagrid said, " well, she will be missed. We'll be seeing you boys". The two disappeared from the ground floor, continuing their conversation after the boys had muttered a ' good-bye'. Hermoine stood up when it was safe.

" Hermoine who?" Harry angrily mocked Ron, " what was that?".

" I couldn't think!".

Harry was about to tell Ron that he'll probably be the death of them all, but his rapid hand gestures interrupted. He accidentally hit Hermoine, knocking her off balance and down the stairs.

" Hermoine!" he yelled at reflex.

She laid still after landing on the platform that separated the sets of stairs. At the given moment, just as Harry began to eliminate the number of steps between them, the staircase began to move. Shifting downward, they separated Ron and Harry from Hermoine. When finally coming to a stop, she was on the other side of the tower, three stories down. She winced in pain, trying to her herself to sit properly.

" They should move again soon" Ron told him. Harry didn't care, throwing himself over the railing, leaving Ron to watch. As he was mid-air, there was another shift, having Harry crash land right above her. He couldn't feel the pain. He jumped again, and landed at her feet.

" Are you alright?" he moved to her side.

Hermoine still had a painful expression, " yeah, it was only a few steps, I'm okay".

He lifted her into his arms, one arm under her legs and around her back, carrying her back to where Ron was waiting, then continued to the dorm.

" I can walk you know".

" You're not heavy" he told her.

The dormitory was just how they would always remember it, but the dorm itself gets bigger year by year. And now, they'd be alone. Ron opened the door to the room, and let Harry walk in first.

" It's just like the bride and groom after the wedding!" he laughed.

Harry turned on an angel, allowing Hermoine to kick Ron in the stomach area. He fell over himself onto the floor. Harry placed Hermoine gently on her feet. " So this is it" she looked high and low.

Ron struggled to move, " have you thought of a plan on what to do when that thing wants to come out" bad choice of words, but he had a point.

Hermoine and Harry looked down at Ron, then at each other. " I knew we were missing something" he said.

" It's a rather important detail" she replied.

Harry paced around in small circles, " um, okay, we have.four more months, right? And then...".

She placed each hand on either of his shoulders, bringing their foreheads together, " you don't have to have the answers, I don't expect you too".

" Maybe we should tell someone else" Ron suggested, " someone who can help, this can't be done alone".

" Who can we trust? Someone who wouldn't try to send her home, and who wouldn't tell another staff member".

" All signs point to Hagrid" Hermoine said in response to Harry, " he always told us things we weren't suppose to know by the laws of Hogwarts".

Harry stared down at the stone floor, " what can he do?".

" A lot more than we could do by ourselves" Ron told him.

" Alright, why not just go to him if it becomes absolute necessary" Hermoine came to the conclusion, " I really don't want to go back" she said very softly.

Harry gently raised her chin with two fingers, " if by any means you really have to, I'm going with you".

" Me too!" Ron watched her smile, " so it's settled, Hermoine starts screaming, we go to Hagrid".

" Good thing it's not the same for you, Harry would be on his way in three seconds".



A/N: The semi-climax is in the next chapter, promise.

~ Home for the Summer~

Chapter Seven- Stowaway

Summary: Right now, it's nine weeks later, making it early November. Ron and Harry go about their regular routines, and no one knows about Hermoine's real whereabouts.



The air around the island had finally grown cold, later than most years. It wasn't that cold, but it certainly was a change from the summer heat. Harry sat on the windowsill late one night. The others were asleep in the dark dorm except for the moonlight glowing through the tall window. He was thinking about where he was now, and where he would be in another two months. Responsible for another human life.

" Hey" Hermoine stood next to him, whispering.

He smiled, " can't sleep either?".

She shook her head, sliding onto the seat in front of him, resting between his legs (don't get gross), and her head on his chest. Harry wrapped his arms along with hers around her stomach.

" What are you thinking about?" he asked.

" The only thing on my mind for awhile. You" she paused, " and the baby", he didn't notice the pause between both things.

He intertwined his fingers with hers, " I just realized we don't have any names picked out" he tried to change it to a lighter subject.

" We don't need them, we'd pick a name, and when the baby's born, we'd think it wont fit and we'll be back here again".

Harry found it rather humorous, " you've had this planned, haven't you?".

She sighed, " since I was ten, I never thought it'd be like this".

He stroked her wrist with his thumb, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry it has to be this way".

" It's not your fault" Hermoine became more relaxed in his arms, " we both contributed to it".

Harry couldn't find the nerves to say what he wanted to say. It would haunt him forever if he didn't and he knew he'd regret it soon enough. In a faint whisper, Harry said " I love you", but saw Hermoine was already asleep, she didn't hear him.



Only a few hours later, when the morning sun had risen, Hermoine found herself sneaking through the dormitory, closer to the hallway. The girls bathroom was her eager destination. Everyone was still asleep, including Harry, whom was asleep by the window. She ran the best she could down the open corridor. Hermoine kept looking behind her, though that bathroom was not that far. Normally, she'd use James Potter's cloak, considering it was early, she figured it was safe. She figured. On one of her quick peeks behind her, she found herself in front of a large belly. Hagrid.

Hermoine gasped sharply, jumping back a step or two. He stood as though he knew she was going to be there at that exact second. " Hello Hermoine". She was still panting, panicking. " Don't worry yourself sweetie, I've known for quiet some time that you were here?".

" You have?".

" Indeed, don't worry, the boys didn't tell me, it was a little obvious, but, only to myself" he seemed more happy to see her, rather than the fact that she was not suppose to be there.

But Hermoine wanted to know where they went wrong, " if you don't mind me asking, um, how did you know?".

Hagrid extended his arm to touch a lock of her curls, " you have beautiful hair Hermoine, which was easily seen through the railing the night of your arrival".

She took the same lock between her fingers, " oh".

" Why are you here Hermoine?" damn well, he knew why, besides the fact that it had become physically obvious. Hermoine drew in a deep breath, prepared to tell her story.



Meanwhile, back at the dorm, Harry and Ron had woken, to find their stowaway was not there.

" She didn't just vanish Ron, besides, the cloak is here, maybe she didn't leave willingly!" Harry had just finished dressing in his Quidditch uniform when Ron pointed out that they were alone.

" Spas much do you? If something happened, they'd tell us because they'd know she was here with us. She probably went exploring, she does that a lot".

Harry stared coldly at her friend, " not when she's pregnant and no one is suppose to know that she's at Hogwarts!".

Ron sat on his bed, " go to the game, it's important. If you're late, or you don't show up, then they're going to suspect something. I'll look for her, then bring her back here, then go to the game".

Harry stood deep in thought, giving in, then grabbing his broomstick from his own bed and leaving the dorm.

He purposely took the long way to the Quidditch field, knowing the places Hermoine Granger would be. Carefully, opening the girls bathroom door, calling her name. A light voice responded, claiming that she was not there.



Once exiting the building, the field was not far. Between the field and the building, Hagrid stepped in his path. " Good afternoon Harry".

" Good afternoon Hagrid" there were those nerves again.

" I just want to wish you good luck on the match today, we'll be watching you".

" We?" he knew Ron was searching in school, and he never seemed to mention the rest of the Gryffindors.

A hand appeared, literally out of think air next to Hagrid, waving. Hermoine, under his cloak. He didn't know she was there, the again, that was the whole point. " You found out" he whispered.

Hagrid sighed, " you weren't exactly calm when you two got here early, which also gave it away. Between the many, many times you mentioned her name like she was there, the fact that Hermoine would do anything to make it back to Hogwarts every year. And, she ran into me, which sealed the deal".

" I'm sorry Harry" her voice cooed.

He shrugged, laughing, " we were going to tell him eventually".

Hagrid placed his arm around where Hermoine really was, " good thing you came when you did. No worries, it'll be our little secret". Harry smiled, he had a feeling Hermoine was as well. " Anyways Harry, you best be getting to the game, come on Granger, let's go get some good seats".

Harry watched them leave, well, he watched Hagrid leave. Then ran like mad to the field.

First game of the Quidditch season, and they tied forty to forty. Harry couldn't concentrate, he was the best player, but he kept looking into the crowd, to make sure everything was alright. And it always was. He told himself over and over to relax on concentrate on where he was and what he was suppose to be doing. Slowly, it was beginning to work.

" Harry" his name caught his attention into the crows again. He saw Hagrid, and Hermoine, he saw her. She was clutching her stomach, he was helping her stand. The game suddenly became a blur, and he didn't realize he was not in the best position. Ron joined them, Hermoine looked as though she was suffering, Hagrid was talking to him, and then Ron looked scared. Not very good doing for Harry. He tried to look closer, and didn't hear Oliver's warning.

Harry never saw the ball coming towards him, by the time it collided with him, it was too late. The impact knocked him out cold and he slid from the broomstick. From the elevation of the broom, Harry fell to the sand below.





A/N: It's not really a cliffhanger, but I'm the only one who knows what's going to happen ~evil laugh~. And let me just say- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE GREAT REVIEWS EVERYONE!!

~ Home for the Summer~

Chapter Eight- The Sixth Sense

A/N: No, no one is going to see dead people!





Young Ginny Weasley had always been the silent child, she still was. Her secret love for a particular wizard had always remained only in her heart. After all, it was her brothers best friend. But now, she was at his bedside in the groundskeepers home. They were the only ones in that room for almost six hours now, excepting the fact that he was still unconscious. She kept the cool washcloth on his forehead above his glasses. Ginny soaked the cloth in the bucket, ringing out the access water. She watched him take a few deep breaths before replacing it. The left side of his body twitched when the fabric touched his skin. His neck turned, and he made a moaning sound, the muscles in his face jerked.

" Harry?" she ran a finger along his dirt stained skin. The movements became quicker, Ginny called for Hagrid, " Harry, Harry!".

Suddenly, he shot up, making her jump back. He was panting, confused of the location. " Hermoine" the first thing to leave his lips.

" Ginny" she corrected what she thought he meant to say.

His breathing was heavy, " where am I?" he looked in every direction around him.

Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, " oh no!" she cried, " you have amnesia!".

He knew he did not have any memory loss, he easily remembered the past months, just not the past hours. " I don't have amnesia, Ginny" he struggled in her embrace of death.

The door opened, and Hagrid came to his rescue. " Ginny, be careful with him" she dropped him without warning and he suddenly fell back against the pillows. Ginny stood and ran from the room, he was use to that. " You're better off down there, you got quiet the hit".

He still wanted an answer from his previous questions, " what happened? Where's Hermoine?".

" Right here" she silently stood in the doorway behind Hagrid, a blanket hung from her shoulder.

Harry sighed with extreme relief, " thank god".

" You fell very far, you've been out for awhile now, don't worry, there won't be any scars, one is enough for you". He turned, " as for you, I remember telling you to stay in bed as well".

Harry looked up at the ceiling, " don't bother, she doesn't listen".

" That was you" Hermoine walked slowly to the other side of his bed, crawling under the blanket, she nested her head under his chin, he was still in the uniform.

He wrapped his arms around her, then felt something was different, like something was missing. " Wait a second" he neck shit up, " I remember, you were in pain when I last saw you".

" I know" she gazed at him, placing her arm around his waist, " I'm alright, and so is your baby".

He seemed calmer, but then he moved his hand closer to her stomach, Hermoine was still looking, smiling now. He ran a finger against her shirt. Hagrid watched them, " I believe Hermoine meant to say..".

She finished, " your daughter".

The muscles in his entire body went numb, " m-my w-what?".

Hermoine laughed at his reaction as Hagrid left, " a lot can happen when you're out of it for that long".

" Hermoine, I wasn't there, I-I can't even think of how to apologize".

She was still laughing, " then don't. You're here now, and that's all that matters".

" We actually have a daughter?" he couldn't believe that sentence.

Hagrid came back into the room, his arms crossed across his chest, yet, Harry was unable to see why. As he came closer, the bundle wrapped in tan terry cloth became visible. He and Hermoine sat up.

" Harry Potter, meet your first born" he handed the warm baby body into Harry's arms. While she was small enough to hold in only one arm, he had both gloved arms around her.

He was nearly in tears, his arms trembling. They tiny eyes were closed, the little hands curled against the blankets rim. Her breathing was soft, and yet, she had no idea what was going on. " She's so tiny".

" Like you two, she made an early arrival" Hagrid said, " anyways, I'll leave you three alone to, uh, get aquatinted".

Hermoine watched every movement with Harry and his daughter, their daughter. " What name suites her?" he asked.

She looked down at the baby, " Ella" and she was so sure.

Harry's eyes darted at hers, " Ella?".

" Ella Potter, it has such a lovely pattern".

" Potter? What about Granger?".

She objected, " two last names are a lot for a child. Your parents would have loved to see her, mine despise her when they don't even know her".

Harry managed a weak smile of sympathy. He knew he wanted to kiss her, she wanted him too as well, and she knew that look seven months ago in her room. Hardly moving an inch, the tiny bundle in Harry's arms interrupted. For the first time, paying attention to her little noise, Harry saw Ella's eyes. The same blue and green mixture to create a crystal like indescribable sight. His daughter had the exact same eyes as him.

" She looks like you" Hermoine gracefully commented.

Harry was still engaged in her eyes. Ella's small fingertips lightly scraped against the leather on his arm gear. When his finger touched her wrist, his mind lost control into a spiraling premonition. It was a whirlwind of dark colors, huge gusts of wind. In the faint distance, he saw Ella moving further and further away. Hermoine was screaming in the background. He tried to reach out for her, but the gravity beneath him gave way.

" Harry?" her voice snapped him back into reality. " Oh no, what did you see?" she knew what he had just experienced, by his expression.

He didn't respond right away, still trying to sort it out himself. Looking down at the baby, he did not want to ruin her birthday by frightening anyone, " nothing, it was nothing".

Hermoine and Harry settled into the bed, cuddling, keeping Ella nestled between them for close security. Ella Potter was born on November fourteenth, in Hagrid the groundskeepers home. The first thing said after her birth was her identical looks to her then unconscious father. On the same day she was born, the special telepathic powers between herself and Harry was discovered. It was expected from a child of a wizard and a witch, though never this early and normally with both parents. Who knew something of that for an eye color could change such a thing. And, a premonition, could prepare one for something so horrible yet to come.





~ Now that the baby is born, what do you think is going to happen? Maybe taking care of a newborn isn't the easiest thing in the world, but this will be beyond imagination.~

Over the Edge

Chapter Nine- One Sip, One Kiss



Harry sat across from Hermione on the tabletop. Before he was a cauldron and nine or ten little bottles circling around it. Once in awhile she'd take a different one and pour just a touch, or the whole thing, inside. The first potion that came to mind of Hermione ever making was the polyjuice potion back in their second year. That turned her part cat part human. So this was scaring him.



" Since you are the Book Queen, shouldn't you have something, anything, here to tell you what you should or shouldn't be putting in there?".

She kept her concentration on the cauldron. " I memorized this potion in our third year when I was trying to find out if Ron liked me. But don't worry, I'm over that. This is more serious".

" Just a little" he smiled.

Hermione glared at him, smirking when she saw his face. " You're making fun of me".

" Oh no, no, no, I'd be much too frightened to tease you" (A/N- I know that's from Star Wars, I don't own that either).

" You're the famous Harry Potter, you can't be afraid of anything after facing off Lord you know who".

Harry kept his eyes locked on her, " we all have a sort of sensitive side, maybe with the exception of you".

She corked an empty bottle, " it's there, I've got one, you just have to find it". That could have been a hint, or an offer for him. The spark in her eyes was quiet the indication. Hermione reached for a crystal glass that had been on one of the chairs. " Alright" she re-directed her attention again to pouring a thick blue liquid into the glass, " drink this".

Harry accepted it from her, studying the substance. Tightly shutting his eyes, he swallowed it all in one gulp, leaving a very disgusted look on his face. " Oh god, I hope that stays down".

Hermione giggled, " now lay down" she gently guided him onto the tabletop.

" Why? What's going to happen?" he looked worried, but to her it was amusing in an adorable fashion.

" Don't worry" she whispered, " it's only going to feel like you're falling asleep".

He was already beginning to sound groggy, by that time he was entirely relaxed, though worried he might not wake up. " What good will that do?".



" Don't worry" Hermione repeated, watching his eyes close and his breathing becoming heavier, " Harry?" she whispered.

His voice was more clear than hers, " yes?".

She leaned over him, " why did you do it? Why did you kill Neville and Colin?".

Harry took a deep breath, acting as though he was sleep walking, " Hermione" it was barely audible.

" I'm right here".

His head turned, facing her, his eyes slowly opening. He may have not known what he was saying, but now she didn't know what she was doing. Leaning downward, closer and closer. It looked very much like hesitation, but that's not what Hermione felt.

Time, and every aspect of it, stopped upon placing her lips on Harry's.









Authors Note- The next chapter is what a lot of you have been waiting for. But, I can't post it here, so go to http://fanfiction.portkey.org/ and it will be there. The whole story is there, same title. In case you can't find it there, my pen name on that site is tweak27. It may take just a little bit longer, cause I have to actually write the chapter. It's not the same writing something like THAT in the middle of class. I hope you guys like it.

~ Home for the Summer~

A/N: A special thank you goes out to LilFlyergirl for all her help on the upcoming chapters!

Summary: Two months after the birth, their world is about to be mangled with.



Chapter Nine: Resolutions Part Two







Every human being by some unknown force must love their offspring, their child, their own flesh ad blood. From birth and beyond death. Hermoine and Harry were no different. For the girl, their journey into parenthood begins day one of the pregnancy. Though the nine months, or seven months in Hermoine's case, day by day, they've already become a mother. Fatherhood does not begin into fatherhood does not begin until first holding that newborn baby, of course, Harry had to wait until he regained consciousness. He adapted very well very fast with his daughter. Still attending Hogwarts, still playing Quidditch, still being Harry, just now with a baby. Hermoine admired the relationship he formed with Ella, because he wanted to, not just because he was the father. Such a small package could do wonders for revealing true feelings for someone who was always there.

" I love you Harry, I always have. From the moment I first saw you on the train to the night with, the diary. And now, with this baby, I have no reason to ever stop loving you". Of course, no one overheard Hermoine's rehearsal, except her two month old daughter. But, while she watched her mother, she had no idea what she was saying. " You're right, I sound desperate and pathetic" Hermoine took her daughter's actions of chewing on her blanket to be negative towards what she was really thinking. " Alright, here's what else I got" she closed her eyes, preparing with a deep breath. " Harry".

He had just entered the dorm to hear his name, " yes?".

Hermoine jumped, her back had been facing him when he returned from Quidditch practice. " Oh, nothing".

Harry left his broom in the corner, walking over to the cradle, made by Ron as a gift, gently kissing Ella's head. He looked over at Hermoine, whom was fiddling with her fingers trying to get over the strange feeling in her stomach from what she had been practicing to say. He dared the question lingering in his mind all day. " How would you like to have dinner tonight, together?".

She creased her nose in an adorable fashion, " don't we have dinner together every night?".

" Well, yes" Harry bent down, gathering Ella in his arms, " but I meant, alone".

Hermoine mocked an eyebrow, " I don't think that all is ever empty".

Ella tried to claw at Harry's cheek, he kept moving his head in the other direction. " I know, I meant, on a picnic, or something".

" In the middle of January?" she hated making it difficult, she didn't even know why, but she knew she didn't mean to, or want to. Hermoine was in love with his idea, that's not all she was in love with.

Harry shrugged, " snow has never been a problem before".

Hermoine's smile cringed, " okay" she looked in the other direction, " I have to get to class right now".

" Meet me at the Quidditch field when the sun goes down" he smiled.



When returning from class, Hermoine found herself to be alone, something very rare in that dorm room. No Harry, or Ella, or Ron. The sun had just slipped past the horizon, leaving rays of glowing pick and orange across the sky. Sundown, exactly what he told her. Outside, there were footprints in the snow leading in the same direction at the Quidditch field, something larger had been dragged along next to them.

The entire field was a crystal white color across the colored rims that surrounded the diameter. Hermoine walked to the center where Harry stood, a dark blanket at his feet. He smiled when she was near him.

" Why did you want me to come at sunset?" by the looks of his flushed cheeks, he had been there for sometime.

" Sit down, I'll show you" Hermoine gently sat crossing her legs, Harry knelt at her side. " Close your eyes" she did so, hearing him command a spell she could not recognize right away. " Open them".

She gasped, " o-oh my god, Harry, it's absolutely beautiful". From the top of each seating tower to the bottom of the audience cubicles, each inch wrapped in long strands of little light bulbs, which were now lit. Illuminating and reflecting on each snowflake, it was a breath taking sight. " I can't believe you went through so much trouble".



" It was dark" he joked.

Hermoine looked at the lights behind her, " this must have taken forever".

" No, not really".

" But it's so cold".

Harry scooted closer, cuddling her so they could keep each warm. " It wasn't too bad".

Hermoine gently took the drawstring of his robe into her fingers, " you never complain, it's like nothing ever bothers you".

" That's not entirely true" his way of telling that it had to do with her.

He felt her breath shiver, " what bothers you?".

Harry looked down to see her eyes were closed and he already knew that feeling. Both were caught up in the moment in which they did not know what would happen next. Hermoine reached across her body to grab his elbow next to her chest. Harry bent down to her neck, gently placing his lips on her skin. She twitched slightly at the sudden warmth. Gently, her ever so slightly kissed her neck, as her breath became more ragged. Each few seconds, moving down her jaw line, soon enough making it to the corner of her mouth. The same moment, Hermoine shifted more into him. What they both strongly felt was going to happen, had nothing to do with their past. Maybe the diary, but not the fact that they had a daughter together.

" Harry, Hermoine!" the screaming startled them enough that they returned to normal positions. Ron came bolting across the field, his cloak creating a straight trail behind him. He collapsed before the blanket, desperately gasping for air, making the deep bruise near his right ear very visible.

" Ron? What's wrong?" Hermoine leaned forward.

He managed one word between his struggle, " Ella".

Harry grew extremely worried, " what about her?".

Ron continued panting and coughing, recovering slowly, " someone took Ella".

" What!" Hermoine and Harry eagerly exclaimed.

" Someone came in, I didn't see him when he knocked me out. I came to only a minute ago, and she was gone. I looked everywhere".

They left Ron in the snow, running faster than ever before, ignoring how tired their muscles already were. The cold air bit at their cheekbones and eyelids. Once inside the school, they were ready to deal with the shifting staircase, which luckily did not move. Hermoine slipped on the same step as before, but Harry grabbed her arm on time.

An empty cradle was the first thing either saw when entering the dorm. Maybe they would have continued to look, if it wasn't for that red envelope, sitting on the window sill.

~ Home for the Summer~

A/N: This chapter and the next may be a bit shorter, but they're suppose to be combined, I just wanted to change the title.

Chapter Ten- Howler in the Heart



The red envelope stood as a symbol for the suspense and great fear for Harry and Hermoine. While it could not bring any physical harm, the idea of it's contents shattered their minds.

" What if it's a trick?" Hermoine suggested, only wanting to find a simple solution, or an excuse.

" It's a howler, it can't get that complicated" Harry took an extra step. Like Ron when receiving his first, his hands were trembling upon opening it.

" Master Potter" the voice said before forming itself into a mouth shape. Dobby, he automatically matched the voice to that of the House Elf he freed years ago. " Dobby regrets to inform Harry that his daughter has been kidnapped. Dobby cannot say who has done such a horrible thing, only that the dreadful person has left you a message in the one place Hogwarts dreads the most". And with that, the howler self-destructed.

Harry turned around, leaving the dorm, Hermoine followed, clueless. " Harry, where are we going?" she chased him down the hallway.

" The one place Hogwarts dreads the most".

" Which is?" Hermoine got her answer when they arrived at the girls bathroom. At least, she thought it was her answer. " Here? The girls lavatory?".

Hermoine wanted to know what Harry was thinking, Harry knew what he wanted, just not how to get it. Here was a start. Inside, the faucet with a rowdy snake mounted into the steel easily became obvious. Rapidly, he searched the area.

" Of course" she discovered his doing, " the chamber of secrets. But isn't it sealed again?".

Harry found yet another envelope, but this one was black, not red. It was between the pipes and the while, stained porcelain. This one, was not a howler. " Maybe, but I don't think we'll have to go in".

" What does it say?" she asked when seeing there was no voice along with it.

Harry held the paper between his trembling hands. " So, Potter, you were smart enough to find this. If you're not too late, you may be lucky enough to save your love and precious joy. Just remember, you'll have to catch me first" he dropped his hand, " that doesn't help".

Hermoine stayed deep in thought, " you'll have to catch me first" she silently repeated, her face suddenly gleamed, " you'll have to catch me first!" she eagerly caught Harry's attention. " Draco, Draco took Ella!".

" How do you know?" while Draco Malfoy was an easy suspect, he did not want to automatically want to jump to that conclusion. But he wanted to find someone.

Hermoine's exhilaration grew, " whenever you play a match against Slytherin, Draco always says ' you'll never catch me', well now he's saying that we have too". She saw the slight hint of doubt in Harry's eyes. " Dobby sent us the Howler, why else would he do it if he was not once the slave to the Malfoy family?".

There was no answer. " Oh my god" Harry muttered, " but how does this help us find where he is?".



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Hermoine adjusted the left arm guard to Harry's arm, securing the strap. No matter the match, he had never been dressed in the uniform so fast, like it never happened.

" You don't have to do this" she told him, " if we go to someone for help, it will be safer".

" If we go to someone else, he'll kill her. Last time we wanted help, all the better things happened because of something we did.

She still tried to find some sort of loophole, " but none of that could get you killed".

Harry held her hand, " every time I go out there, every match I play, there's a chance I could die, there was a chance I couldn't have woken up the day I fell. It's more serious this time, we know Ella is safe, and that he has her. If this is the way he wants us to get her back, so be it. If it isn't done now, it may not be the first time we loose her". She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as he could be. " If anything bad happens, get out of here as fast as you can".

Hermoine left a gently peck on his cheek before backing away, " please be careful".

" I'll be back when I have Ella".

She watched him leave out onto the court. Still remembering the courageous words, desperately believing them.



Another Author's Note: Like I said, this one and the next one will be a little short only because I get bored easily and wanted to change the title. But I should have Chapter 11 up today. There's only two chapters left!

~ Home for the Summer~

Summary: Harry has to enter the hardest tournament of his life, against his archenemy. Not only has he never done so before, but he's playing for the life of his daughter.

A/N: When " spell fencing" is mentioned, it's my way of saying (because I'm not sure what it's really called) of that club Professor Snape did when the students in The Chamber of Secrets for their defense against the monster. In case some people still have no idea what I'm talking about, when Draco and Harry were using their wands against each other and Draco made that snake appear. That, and any spells in this chapter, don't exist, I made them all up from very random things.



Chapter Eleven- The Match

Malfoy waited for Harry at the center of the Quidditch field, also in uniform with something he called pride. The same evil snarl, it was almost like it never left his face from the time he was born. Harry, on the other hand, had never had such a stare, cold as the night air around them. Though it did hide his dear from Draco very well, he could not ignore it himself. It was a strange feeling, he had never known it before, then again, his child had never been kidnapped before. Harry fiercely grinded his hand against the neck of his broomstick, wanting it to be Malfoy's throat.

" I'm surprised you came, Potter" he spat out the name, his tongue moving like a snakes.

" Why's that?" Harry feared every moment.

Draco began small steps around Harry's perimeter, " thought maybe you'd be a little to scared" their faces were inches away from the other.

" You have my daughter, no fear will ever come between that and my wanting her back" he always had Malfoy in an eye's corner, in case.

Draco returned to where he was once standing, laughing more or less to himself, " how brave. There's only one thing you can do to get what you want. And that's lose" Harry motioned for more of an explanation, " we've known each other for quiet awhile, Potter".

" Four years, Malfoy" Harry mocked him with the same sensible wording.

He flared an eyebrow (that's rather famous for Draco Malfoy), " you've been able to beat me at two things, and only two. Quidditch" they both knew that had been recognizable for a long time, " and spell fencing" that however, never made an appearance since the chamber was opened, and one or two disagreements. Harry's jaw dropped, less than an inch to avoid being noticed, " this is a combination of both, if I didn't say so myself. If you win, you win. If you lose, it won't be long until your daughter joins your parents".

That very comment made Harry's blood boil under his skin. Harry, then Draco removed their wands under their robes, straddling their brooms, kicking off from the ground, they kept an equal distance. Without any warning, something Malfoy never used, he commanded a rare spell professors forbid from the students. Harry dipped downward, it slid across him, he nearly lost his balance.

" Face it Potter, you'll never beat me, ever".

" I've done it before, why not again?".

Draco swerved around him, " because you know that loosing will become much more than a match, it will be a life".

Harry twirled around, " even more to hurt you" he clutched the wand, " asamodlelmin!". The flash hit him dead on, causing him to be spun around. Unfortunately, he did not let go.

But, his left arm had been burned, " you're going to pay for that!".

Malfoy curved, slamming his broom into Harry's. The wand slipped from his hand a fell far to the snow. They both went in a whirlpool to where it had fallen. Hermoine saw it as well, unaware that her attempt to retrieve it could become her death trap.

" Hermoine, get down!" Harry screamed, right after her fingertip touched the rim. She threw herself to the ground, Draco missed, flying inches above her back. Hermoine knew it was him, so she raised her arm, allowing Harry to snatch the stick from her hand.

Harry rejoined him back in the air. There was a few intense moments of deadly glares and motionless broomsticks. He had picked the wrong time to get a better hold on the end of his wand, it coincided with the next spell to be thrown at him.

" Acasanndren!".

Had he been paying full attention, Harry still wouldn't have been able to find someway to block himself on time. The force was too strong to even try a fight against. It threw him halfway across the Quidditch field, throwing him into one of the audience stands used by the professors during the matches. Hermoine saw. He hit the backboard, then went crashing to he benches, falling through one. The extreme pain ran through his body and mind, no matter what he did, he couldn't move, he really thought he had lost, once and for all.

A simple cry, he was able to hear, biting his lip to stop the wincing and he could hear better. The light noises were coming from the same cubicle he was in. " Ella" his voice struggled. Suffering, he turned himself onto his stomach, using what little strength was left in his body, in his hands, to pull himself on the wooden boards. Pushing aside a broken bench piece, the eyes that matched his, wrapped in an old, ratted blanket. She smiled when seeing him, unaware of the events that may have killed both of them.

" Thank god" he said to himself, gently stroking her little chin.

He knew the second Draco landed in the tower, it'd be hard not too. Though Harry remained still. " You don't know when to give up Harry, do you".

Draco had never called him by his first name. " I guess not".

" Too bad, this all could have been less painful" for a moment, Harry Potter knew he was done for, that these were the last moments of his life. Maybe Ella's would be spared if there was anything remotely close to a spark of good doing in Draco Malfoy's heart. Resting his head on the dirty floor, he noticed the baby's arm reaching out to something. For the past few weeks, she had just learned that she had control of her arms, since then, she's been reaching for everything in sight. But this time, it was something different.

The board.

The board that had been protecting her moments ago. It was almost like Ella was telling Harry something, maybe she was.

In one swift move without any thought, Harry grabbed the board, flipping onto his back, just on time to block Draco's wand. While he reacted, Harry jumped to his feet, a rather painful motion. He took another swing at Draco's temple, successfully hitting him. Malfoy groaned, forgetting about the want, and concentrating on getting the board away from his opponent. During their attempts, Draco and Harry forced themselves and the other in the same direction, over the balcony. And together, they fell from the stand to the cold snow below.

~ Home for the Summer~



Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy fell from the audience tower. What happened to them? What happened to Ella?



A/N: This is the final chapter. While I am sad, I have another Harry Potter story in the making. Look for the first chapter soon!! I'd like to thank every single person who reviewed this story, it really meant a lot. Also, thank you to OrioCookie for the whole spell fencing and dueling thing; it's too late to change it now but I greatly appreciate it.



Chapter Twelve- From Dreams to Reality



Hermoine witnessed the fall of the two boys from the tower. When they hit the ground, she already took off running back to Hogwarts. Ron and Hagrid came back with her, along with Dumbledore and McGonagall. Madame Pomfrey, who had been their savior for the night, rescued baby Ella and had her safe in the hospital wing before she grew far ill. As for the fallers, they were a different story. No one moved their bodies from the positions in which they landed, no one even went near them until Pomfrey arrived.

Ron stayed very close to Hermoine, whom was on the near break of tears, not knowing who was alright, if anyone was. Madame approached them after carefully examining them. Not that she ever had a cheerful expression, defiantly not now.

" I am sorry to report that mister Malfoy broke his neck, most likely once he hit the ground". There was no reaction, they knew what he did and now he got what he deserved. It was almost like a celebration.

Hagrid dared through the stricken silence, " and Harry?".

She sighed, looking at Hermoine, " I'm sorry, it does not look too good for him either".

" He's dead?" Hermoine struggled through the words that could shatter her heart in an instant.

" No. His breathing is very weak, he may have broken several severe bones that may have caused fatal damage. I don't believe he may last much longer, possibly two or three minutes".

Hermoine felt awful, like all the things Madam Pomfrey had just told was happening to her. Like her insides were being torn apart bit by bit and her life was slowly slipping away. He had survived such a fall not two months ago, why couldn't he survive this time?

" Hermoine, why don't you go and, say your goodbyes" she knew it really effected Hagrid to say that to her, or at all.

She left Ron, stumbling through the snow to get to the base of the tower. Kneeling next to his limp, almost lifeless body, she saw that the rising and falling of his chest, was hardly able to see. Gently, she brushed away part of his hair from his forehead, revealing his scar.

" You saved Ella's life" she told him, in case he didn't know. " It's not fair that now you have to go". She took a deep, but weak, breath, " I was going to tell you this earlier, but the chance never came, and I don't think it's going to come again. I love you, it's easier done than said. I loved you long before that night with the diary, and it only seemed to be greater once Ella came along. You probably can't hear me, but hopefully someday, you'll know".



Hermoine left. She could no longer bare being that close to him, when he was so far away. All she wanted was to get away from the Quidditch as fast as possible, and never go back there. The idea of returning to Hogwarts made her feel sick. Every inch of the school already reminded her of him, the things they did, or what not. When arriving back at the dorm room, she wouldn't go to bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress, any movement didn't seem worth it. She watched Ella sleeping, peacefully, it hurt her to know that her daughter would never grow to know her father. Their relationship was broken, because of a teenage demon.

Hours after the incident, Hermoine let the exhaustion over take her, there was not enough will power to keep fighting to desire to sleep.

While in a motionless slumber, she felt the air around her slip into the dream world she knew too well. Standing in the dark hallway, all alone, for a moment, the silence got to her and there was no clue for why she was there. A faint whisper in the background trickled her eardrum just barely. Turning in the most rapid movement, Hermoine caught the slight glimpse of a shadow, and yet, awoke before discovering what, or who, it was.

She shot up in bed, panting. The dream, it felt so strange, so real. A cold chill up her spine indicated, that maybe she was right. Her mind, and the bare remainders of the dream controlled the physical movements outside the dormitory. Stopping in the hallway, the only sound was her breathing, the only sight was what little was lit from the candles down the aisle. Hermoine's mind had gone blank, and she no longer wanted to think of her actions. Her mind was too powerful, even to herself, and now she only wanted go by what her heart told her.

Her heart was telling her to run, to nowhere specific at the time, just to run. She kept running, faster with each step, and yet, not knowing where she may end up. Somehow, her mind came back in control when she neared the hospital wing. Hermoine stopped herself instantly at the main doors. She knew. She knew that's where the bodies were, where Draco and Harry were, until further arrangements were made.

Why? She thought to herself. Why was she there? She couldn't stand the fact that just on the other side of those doors was the lifeless body of the boy she was deeply in love with. Even knowing that he was no longer alive, she still had the same feelings.

Forcing every muscle in her body, Hermoine began to walk away, back to her dorm. Maybe other sleepless nights would lead to such a dream to arise hopes that would fail only minutes later. It wasn't fair, nothing about the day had been fair. One simple move, if Harry, or even Malfoy, swiped in the other direction, they wouldn't have fallen. Who knew what would have become of that, but at least there would have been more of a chance.



" Hermoine". Her name, she knew that specific tone, and exactly how it was said.

" Harry" she whispered, recognizing the voice before hers. Perhaps a aftershock from her premonition. Perhaps, not.

" Hermoine" the voice was more clear, the name was closer.

" Harry!" she was facing him in a heartbeat. Standing as tall as he was in the doorway, his injured figure stumbling every so often. He was alive, Harry Potter was alive.

Plunging into his arms, Harry clamped his arms around her tightly.

" How is this possible? They said you were dead!" Hermoine screamed in tears.



Harry managed a voice through her embrace. " I think I was for awhile, Draco got the better of the fall" he waited, " I heard what you said, I heard everything".

" I still mean it, I always have, and I always will".



" I love you Hermoine" he said, feeling at complete ease once the words left his lips. After all this time, he finally said them. " I love you more than life itself" she backed away from his hold, but he couldn't stop himself. " For as long as I can remember, and when you told me that.......you were going to have a baby, our baby, I didn't know what more there could be. Maybe we are young, and that some people believe that we're not ready for love, but we've been through so much". Hermoine gently brushed a tear from behind his broken glasses. " And, I love you".

Before another rambled word could be said, Hermoine leaned forward and kissed him, not just a peck, but the kind of kiss you'd give to someone after confessing your love. From the night with the diary, to a near death experience.

Ron came bursting from the hallway, wondering where Hermoine had run off too. He saw that his two best friends, one in which he thought was dead, were tongue tied and caught up in each other arms.



" Okay, found her" he panted, leaving them for privacy.



~ THE END~



A/N: Yes, the ending is corny. But I really wanted to finish it, and I knew I wouldn't be too popular for killing Harry, especially when he had a baby daughter. The story is done, but my goal is to hit 40 reviews at least for the final chapter, please help! Keep checking for my next story (within the next day or less) called " In Harm's Way". THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE REVIEWS!

~ Home for the Summer~

Epilogue

A/N: I didn't lie, this isn't a chapter. It's a, well, you saw the title. Thank you for Coolone for the idea, I've never done one before. Seeing as the questions only came from Coolone, I'll just go with the flow.



Hermoine, and Harry, did continue going to Hogwarts, and graduated with academic achievements.



After graduation, neither ever left Hogwarts.



~ That's all I really want to say. If you have anymore questions, let me know. I would say more, but I got a weird idea for a sequel. Let me know what you guys think of that idea~

~ Home for the Summer~

Prologue

I'm going to keep the title Home for the Summer, because I hate changing titles in the middle of a story.

You read the epilogue, hopefully, so you already know that Harry, Hermoine, and Ron graduated from Hogwarts the following year.

Just a side note- Harry and Hermoine's daughter's name is Ella, not Elle, but it's a simple mistake. I named her after Ella Harris, the late Richard Harris eleven-year-old granddaughter. If it were not for her threat of never speaking to her grandfather again, he would have not accepted his role in Harry Potter.

Anyways, with that said, here's what's going on in the start of the sequel.



It's four years later, making the gang nineteen, and Ella is four. After graduation, they did not go back to the Muggle world.



Professor Lupin retired after the seventh year, he opened a small shop in Diagon Alley selling random magical things to gain a great deal of wealth. Harry, is the new professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. He also is a referee for the newest Quidditch matches, still getting out the old Firebolt.

Professor McGonagall resigned when accepting an offer to take a seat on the Ministry of Magic (hey, she deserves it). None other than Hermoine Granger took over at the professor for the Transfiguration classes, and head of the Gryffindor house.

Sadly, in the second semester of the seventh year, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore passed away (it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Richard Harris did as well; it's strictly for the story). A note was found in his office, claiming there was one student in the school, and only one, that he would want to take his place. Ron Weasley is the new Headmaster at Hogwarts.

If there is something I forgot, I'll probably mention it somewhere in the sequel. If I don't, let me know.



And, one final note, for the relationship status of Hermoine and Harry. The night of their graduation party, Hermoine found an engagement midair when running back into the dorm room for something she immediately forgot about. They are not married just yet.

~ Home for the Summer~

A/N: And yet, another special thank-you to LilFlyerGirl for all her extraordinary help. Flu Powder in the bedroom, right?



Chapter Fifteen- Two Professors, a Headmaster, and a Little Girl





The seventh floor corridor was emerged in silence. It was the birth of a new year. September second, that day easily remembered from the former students. Harry Potter being one himself. He had graduated from Hogwarts with honors and then realized that he never wanted to leave the place that truly was his home. Along with his best friend and fiancé, they didn't want to leave. With that, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was made their permanent home.



The scattering class of first years went entirely quiet upon Harry's entrance. Twenty pairs of eyes watched him walk to the front of the classroom.

" What?" he looked up from his bag on the desktop, completely innocent. Several students snickered, a girl in one of the front rows raised her hand. " Yes, Miss Daniels?".

She lowered her hand, smiling, " forgive me professor, but, aren't you a little-young to be teaching?".

Harry walked around the desk, leaning against the front, arms folded across his chest, focusing on young Olivia Daniels, " no, not necessarily. I've had more experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts than a good amount of wizards". Without knowing, he brushed part of his hair from his eyes, revealing a very good conversation piece.

There was a roar of gasps from every student, except Olivia, she just lokst control of her jaw.

" Good gods, you're Harry Potter!" one boy snapped. Harry could have sworn his students knew already.

" Shut up Longbottom!".

Harry followed the voices to a familiar looking resemblance in the back row. " Longbottom?".

" Alistair Longbottom, sir" he seemed scared of the gaze he was under.

" Neville's brother?". The boy nodded. " Oh this class is going to be fun" he muttered mostly to himself.

Harry turned around to walk forward again, Olivia's arm was mid-air again. " Yes?".

" Sir, or should I say Professor Potter" she had a spunky grin to his name, " by any chance are you going to teach us defense methods against you-know-who?" she hesitated on the name.

They all stared, desperately waiting an answer.

" Why would you need such a thing? The chances of you encountering he who should not be named" as a professor, he had to learn no to say the name like he was use too, " on Hogwarts grounds are slim to none".

Olivia still seemed in hesitation, " what about outside of school? Like when we're at home".

" Well, you're not suppose to use magic outside of the school" he himself had broken that rule several times, which is why he never enforced it as a concrete law, " but, the chances don't even exist. No student has encountered Lord you-know-who, ever".

" You have" Alistair commented.

Harry shrugged, " I wasn't a student at the time, heck, I wasn't even potty trained".

The class burst into laughter.

" The point is" he focused on the girl in the front row, " you're safe, you're at a big school with protective teachers, and a very well trained headmaster".

Alistair, once again, interrupted Harry's assurance for Olivia. " Ron Weasley!" he cracked, " I've heard horror stories about that guy, can't believe he's our headmaster!".

" Your brother has more ' horror stories' than the Forbidden Forest ever will" the students cooed, " Headmaster Weasley is the second best in the league after Dumbledore himself".

Longbottom broke the serious tone Harry had. " Is it true he ate slugs as a prank to get out of an exam?".

" No!" he snapped, shocking the students to think he was angry. Harry turned to get a book from his desk, looking over his shoulder with a blissful grin.

" It was a spell that backfired".





Hermoine dropped her boulder-weighted bag to the floor of their room. It hadn't gotten any lighter for being a teacher. She was beyond exhaustion. Harry had only been there for a minute or so before her.

" First day rough?" he saw her expression.

Hermoine walked like a zombie to the window where he was standing. " You have no idea" she collapsed into him" giving freedom of experimenting was a nightmare", he wrapped his arms around her, " two kids ended up in the hospital wing with tails".

He couldn't help but laugh, " still up for going to the feast?".

" Of course" she raised her head, " it's Ron's first welcoming feast as Headmaster, I wouldn't miss it".

" In that case, I better go get the rugrat" he started towards the door.

" The what?".

He grinned right before leaving, " your daughter".







During the days when Harry and Hermoine had classes, Hagrid was more than happy to look after the four-year-old. And she was just as ecstatic about her visits. Learning about fascinating creatures, older tales of when Hagrid was a boy (ignoring those that involved the Chamber of Secrets), and his specialty, stories of when her parents and godfather (which is Ron) were first students at Hogwarts. Those, she happened to use in the best ways possible.

On her part that is.

Hagrid slowly opened the door after Harry knocked. He motioned for Harry to be silent, then pointing across the cabin to the couch where the little girl was sleeping soundly under an old, wool blanket.

" She hasn't had supper" Hagrid informed him of the day as he walked closer to his sleeping daughter, " went right to playing with Fang. Who knew that old brut had that kind of energy left in him. Both passed out within quarter of an hour" Harry saw the old, wrinkled dog asleep by the fire.

" Thanks Hagrid" Harry said after lifting Ella, her head resting on his shoulder.

" No problem, no problem at all. How's the teaching going?".

" Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day" he said before leaving the house.

Surely Ella would want to go to the feast, despite an empty stomach, she gained every opportunity to do something with her father in Hogwarts. Over the years, Ella developed into an adorable toddler. She had Hermoine's hair, which was obvious, and still kept the heritage of her father's eyes, and facial expressions.

Olivia Daniels was walking up to the castle just as he was, they were the only ones out there. Normally, students weren't outside past the hour of four.



" Hello Olivia" he greeted smiling.

She tried to get a closer look at Ella's face, " she looks rather young to be first year. What house is she in?".

Harry laughed, " she's not a student, she's my daughter, she's too young to be a student yet".

Olivia looked surprised, " you have a daughter?". He nodded. " I heard that you were engaged to Professor Granger".

The idea that she knew random, somewhat personal, facts about him after her second day at the school, kind of worried. " You might want to hurry up, the feast is starting soon".



By the time Hermoine met up with Harry at the entrance to the great hall, Ella was awake and ready for whatever it was they'd be doing. She never cared about details.

Plates were still empty as the three walked to the front of the hall, to be seated next to Ron, just has he had ordered. Ron wore the same colored and fancy robes as Dumbledore did, same hat as well. He looked very serious, when those who knew him, knew better. The hall tables went silent, waiting for the usual announcement given at the beginning of each year before the feast.

Ron stood swiftly, everyone watching him. He loudly cleared his throat.



" Nothing to say, everyone start eating".

Hermoine and Harry laughed, it was very well expected from someone like Ron.





A/N: Alright, this is getting long and its going nowhere. It's a chapter that just has to be here, but has no meaning. Don't worry, I have a great plot in mind. So keep reviewing and stay tuned for less corny chapters.

~ Home for the Summer~

Summary: As headmaster, Ron is trusted with the most sacred artifact at Hogwarts. He knows exactly what to do with it.

A/N: The corny chapters end here, I think.



Chapter Sixteen- Dumbledore's Wand



After the feast, it became a well-known fact that the first years, and the older students, were extremely fond of the new Headmaster. Though Albus Dumbledore would never be forgotten.



" Harry!" Ron caught up with him after dinner, leaving the hall.

" Hey, Headmaster Weasley" Harry joked, " so much for your first night, but I didn't quiet understand one part about your speech there".

Ron raised his arms, " hey, the way I see it, the kids are starving, they want to eat, they don't want to listen to me. I'll get them at the last feast".

" You make a wonderful Headmaster Ron" Hermoine said from standing next to Harry.

" Thank you Herm" Ron lowered his voice, leaning closer to Harry, " can I talk to you for a second in my office?".

Harry knew Ron meant something somewhat serious. " Sure" he turned back to Hermoine, " I'll see you two back at the room?".

Hermoine knew when to stay out of the guys business. She smiled and left with Ella. Ron and Harry headed towards this Headmasters office.



It hadn't changed, not one single detail since the last time Harry was there. Ron closed the door behind them.



" So, what's up? I'm not fired am I?".

Ron went pale, " why? What happened? Is there a reason that I have to fire you?".

Harry reacted to the times Ron jumped, thinking he was doing something in the curriculum wrong. " Um, no, it was a joke. Just a joke. What did you need to talk to me about?".

Ron walked up to his desk, Harry stayed a little further away. " Along with the note Dumbledore left, there was something else, something I was only suppose to see, no one else is to know about".



" Then why did you just tell me?".

" You're Harry Potter, I'm sure he'll understand, especially under the circumstances. I have no reason to have this in my possession, nor do I trust myself with it. I want to give it to you, for safekeeping, a major safety precaution on this entire school. What do you say?".

Unlike is well lit face, Harry had no clue what to say, " it would really help if you told me what it is that I would be keeping".

He was motioned to come closer to the desk. When standing at the other end, Ron pulled the long box from under the tabletop, gently placing it where it could be seen. Like it was a explosive device, Ron removed the top cover, revealing the wand. It was pure gold, encrusted with jewels, resting safely on the cotton bed.

" Dumbledore's wand" Harry gasped.

" One and only, it has more power than Voldie himself".

Harry looked up at Ron, " Voldie?".

" It sounds better than Vodermont, don't you think?".

He shrugged, " you're the Headmaster. But, why do you want me to take the wand?".

" I have horrible luck with wands, you know that. And this isn't just some stick from Diagon Ally, all the powers of Hogwarts is in this wand, and he left me in charge of it! Me! Of all people, me!".

Harry agreed with the late Dumbledore, " if he left you with so much responsibility, then he must have had a good reason. He was a bright man, and he wouldn't make such a decision unless he was absolutely sure".

Ron did seem scared of the power he now had, " please Harry. With new Malfoys running around and god knows who else, this thing is in grave danger, no one would know if you had it. You are the only person I trust, you and Hermoine that is, but she'd scowl at me for doing something like this".

He couldn't help but agree. " Alright, if you're sure" Ron nodded in a rapid fashion, " okay, tell you what, I'll keep it under the window sill, that way if you ever need it, it'll always be there".

" Okay" Ron nodded, his voice almost cracking again. To think puberty was over.





Harry stepped off the eagles spiral staircase minutes later, securing the wands box near his chest under his robes. He looked in one direction for a clear coast, but the other, he was not as lucky. None other than Olivia Daniels.

" Olivia, what are you doing here? You should be in your common room by this time" Olivia had been sorted into the Gryffindor housing the previous day.

She ignored his question from authority, " why were you at the headmasters office? You're not getting fired, are you?".

He hadn't taken it into consideration that she came to the same conclusion as him (only his was a joke). " Of course not".

" I saw the Headmaster walk here with you after the feast, I-I was worried that maybe you were in trouble".

Harry smiled, " Headmaster Weasley and I have been friends for a long time now, I don't think he'd get me in trouble".

Olivia sighed with relief, " that's good. There are stories of how the two of you behaved when you were students here. Like going into the forest, and the Chamber of Secrets, and.".

" And all the other things you shouldn't do" he finished for her, knowing that the trials he faced as a student would be anything but a good influence on the new comers. At least the older students knew better.

She seemed to have a concrete stare on him. " You weren't talking about Lord Voldemort with the Headmaster, were you?".

" What?" never once, aside from Ron and Hermoine, had he heard another student even dare to say that name. " Olivia, what are you talking about? Why would we talk about something so terrifying and revolting?".

Olivia shrugged, beginning to walk past him. " Things change" she said before leaving. She was not going in the direction of the common room.



Hermoine was reading, sprawled across the bed reading when Harry returned to the room. Ella was asleep in the connecting room, and did not hear the door slam.

But it caught Hermoine's attention, " what's wrong?" she closed the book, sitting up.

" There is something seriously wrong with that Olivia Daniels girl" Harry stayed pressed against the door, like he was hiding.

Hermoine had thought something went wrong with Ron, now that he was Headmaster, their problems would be more severe nowadays. " Problems? She's just a kid".

" I've never heard any eleven-year-old talk like that, not even you when you were her age". She signaled for him to continue. " She was outside when I picked up Ella from Hagrid, the only student out there. She was walking down the hallway when I left Ron's office, and she asked if we were talking about Voldemort".

" Were you?".

Harry shook his head, " no. But she asked about him in class today, I thought students were terrified of that demon!".

Hermoine shrugged, " we talked about him like he was any other guy, well, that's how we mentioned his name. Maybe she's just not afraid, we weren't".

" She asked if I was going to get fired!" the way he expressed the comment made Hermoine giggle, he sounded like a little boy again.

She left the mattress walking over to Harry, still positioned against the door. " She has a crush on you".

Harry sarcastically laughed, " that's great, lets make fun of me now. I'm scared of a little girl, so you're going to make fun of me, that's just perfect".

" I'm serious!" she snapped in a comical fashion, " I heard her whisper it to another girl in class this afternoon. She said you were a cute, and very young for a teacher, it's innocent talk".

" We never had innocent talk at that age" he randomly commented.

" We were different, very different. You have nothing to be afraid of, because you're all mine" she had that dark look in her eye that seemed to match perfectly with her smile.



Lying in bed later into the night, Harry was the only one awake. No one had ever had certain feelings for him, aside from Hermoine and Ginny Weasley. But Ginny was his best friends sister, and he was engaged to Hermoine. He chose to not tell her that Olivia had asked about their engagement. He tried to not think of it any longer, she was right. It was only words from an innocent eleven-year-old girl.

Taking his mind of that, Harry remembered the parcel that was still hidden under his robes. Without waking Hermoine, he removed the box, quietly placing it under the boards at the windowsill. Just as he had promised Ron, that it would always be there.

~ Home for the Summer~

A/N: The character Adrianna was named after my sister, and her love for Harry Potter. Except, in the story's she eight, she's six in real life.



Chapter Seventeen- Obsession





Though Harry was no longer a student, certain traits of still being one were still lodged in his mind. For example, being late to class. It was the same thing (except now he was teaching the class) running down the empty corridor. When making a sharp turn around the corner, turns out it wasn't that empty. The child he ran into, a girl, dropped all her books and papers.

" I am so sorry!" he extended his apologizes while helping her gather the items that fell.

" It's alright, I shouldn't be this late".

Harry recognized the same brown eyes and dirty blonde hair in a heartbeat. " Olivia?". The young girl resembled the student in this class, but seemed a bit smaller.

She moved here eyes away from his, " Adrianna".

" Oh, I'm sorry, you look very much like...".

Adrianna rejected his apology this time, " little sister, I'm just her little sister" she grabbed the book he was holding and took off again.



It was ten minutes into class, really fifteen if the delay was added, when Olivia, the real Olivia, came into class.

She swiftly sat down, " sorry Professor, I got lost".

" It's expected" he looked at her, remembering what Hermoine said the night before, and tried to ignore it. " I met your sister".

Olivia arranged the papers on her desk, " worthless brat, shouldn't be here" she muttered.

" Oh come on guys" he addressed the class, " siblings can be one of the best gifts in life" Harry wouldn't know, but his two best friends acted as a sister and brother. " How many here have brothers and sisters?". Many hands went up.

" How many don't?" a boy in the back row and himself raised their hands. " Even if they aren't relatives, someone very close to you. A certain, bond, with you and another person can have more power than you think, even as children. You'd be surprised what can happen".

The students were absorbing what he said. Except, Olivia.

" You're only saying that because you're an only child" she remarked, " you didn't have the option, your parents died before you two".



Harry took a deep breath, " yes, they did, but that's not always the case".

" They were murdered".

No student, besides the ones who were in class with him, ever knew that. The professors kept the fact as personal as possible.

A Sharp pain dame to his forehead, the scar. He gently touched it. Suddenly, he remembered being thirteen, it was only six years ago. When he heard his mothers voice, her dying screams. Trying to protect her baby son, before she was...murdered.

" That has nothing to do with the lesson" he silently spoke, she was the only one that was not shocked beyond belief.

Olivia looked down at her papers, " why won't you talk about it?" she sounded as though she had discussed the topic with him before.

He kept his eyes on her, while she pretended to be writing. Everyone else was waiting for an answer.

" It's a sensitive subject".





After class, Harry found himself climbing the spiral staircase next to the eagle. Ron was making paper airplanes from parchment sheets. One crash- landed next to Harry when he walked in.

" There's nothing to do!" the new Headmaster claimed.

" Then maybe you can help me" Harry walked though the room to Ron's desk, " I need to see Olivia Daniel's school profile".

" That would be illegal of Hogwarts laws" he sounded well rehearsed, " sorry".

Harry knew he had to be playing with his mind, " so change the law".

" How?".

" You're the Headmaster!".

Ron smirked, sitting forward, " I know" he laughed, " I just wanted to hear you say that". Harry rolled his eyes. Ron picked up his wand, the one from when he was a student.

" First year, Olivia Daniels" he tapped the tip onto his desk. An entire written profile appeared on the desktop. " What would you like to know?".

Harry began to pace in front of the desk, " um, where does she live?".

" London".

" Is she Muggle-born?".

Ron gazed downward, " nope, her parents went to school here, sister does too".

" Adrianna".

" Yeah, how'd you know?".

Harry stopped pacing, " ran into her, literally".

Ron smirked, " ain't she a cutie?".

" How is she a first year if she's younger?".

He tried to hide the guilt creeping across his face, " she had the puppy dog eyes".

Harry raised an eyebrow, he knew the look. After all, he was the father of a four-year-old.

" She's eight. And I know they cannot come until they're eleven, but, she'd different. She started using magic when she was younger than the rest, so I let her into early admission" he sounded as though he was on trial, " but anyway, enough about how I could get fired by the Ministry of Magic. Why do you want to know about these girls?".



Harry sighed, " it's Olivia. Hermione said she has a crush on me, but, she's really weird. Even outside of class".

" How so?".

" Everywhere I go, she's there, except earlier when it was the sister who looks so much like her" Ron nodded in agreement, " but she knows so much. She knows I'm an only child, she knows my parents were murdered, not killed, murdered. And she knows about Voldermort, not Voldie like you got me saying, Voldermort. She says the name".

Ron sat there, completely still, compared to Harry's rampage. " So, she's like Ginny?".

" Not in the slightest bit!".

He shrugged, " she's just a kid".

" An extremely freaky kid!" Harry snapped, unaware of the names he was using to describe her.

Ron paused, thinking to himself, but only for a minute at the mist. " Okay, I have an idea".

" Can you put your wand down first? It's kind of scary".

Ron did as asked. " Remember how I told you about the reward for good behavior concept I was working on? Where one student from one of the houses who has been good all week gets to eat dinner with the teachers?". (meaning, every month, one student from each house would have been chosen)

Harry nodded, " yeah".

" Well, what if tonight, even though it hasn't started yet. I made it Olivia for the Gryffindor house?".

" No offense, but Olivia Daniels is not the best behaved in Gryffindor (Hermione told him the same thing). But her sister...".

Ron raised a hand, like Dumbledore did, " Adrianna was sorted into Ravenclaw. That's the point, it's not really the reward. If Olivia sat between the two of us...".

Harry jumped to conclusions, " she won't do anything in front of the Headmaster!".

" But I'm the cool Headmaster!" he grinned. Harry had no choice but to agree. " If you'll excuse me, I'm going to take my mid- morning nap".

Like he said, there was nothing to do.

Harry remained where he was after left the room through a door in the back of his office.



" Suspicious as you've always been" the familiar voice from the Sorting Hat spoke from the top of the book shelves, taking on it's life form.

Harry glared at it, " tell me something. You've always sorted members of the same family into the same house. Why not the Daniel's sisters?".

The hat moaned, " children can take on qualities from either parent, making them different people" it sounded like his earlier speech in class, " you, however, are identical to your father".

" What's so different about Olivia and Adrianna?".

" Adrianna is more like her father, Olivia, her mother. I remember sorting both her parents. Her mother went into Ravenclaw, but her father, I had no choice but to place in Slytherin".

He nearly choked, " Slytherin? Why?".



The hat looked as though he was giving some sort of stern expression at Harry, but it was always hard to tell.

" I'm not the Question Hat. Some things you'll just have to find out on your own".







~ Thanks again guys for all the reviews!~

~ Home for the Summer

A/N: Just a warning, that really has no reason. This chapter will contain the word ' @$$'

Chapter Eighteen- Someone Believe Me



The night Ron had planned to invite Olivia to the faculty table in order to monitor her behavior, she was not in the hall. Adrianna wasn't either, neither turned up for dinner. On such a random night.

" We'll just try again tomorrow night" Ron told Harry while the students and other staff members filed out after dinner.

Hermione looked at them, " try what?".

" That Daniels girl has the hots for Harry and it's making him paranoid". Harry nudged his arm.

She giggled, " Harry, she's eleven, it's an innocent crush, like the one Ron use to have on Lavender".

" Say what?" Ron's voice cracked at a very high pitch that echoed off the walls.

Harry ignored the comment, " It's not a crush, and it's certainly not innocent, it's something else".

" An obsession?" Hermione suggested.

" No!" or maybe. He felt alone, his best friend and fiancé didn't believe his suspicion. The only thing remotely close was a hat.



" Where are you going?" Ron asked after Henry jumped over the table and started down the empty aisles between the hall tables.

" To find Olivia".

Ron, Hermione, and Ella watched him leave the hall without another word, and very determined.

" Want to go watch him get his ass kicked by a kid?" Ron casually asked.

Hermione lifted Ella into her arms, " no need to make it worse by watching".



A storm threatening night made visibility in the corridor more difficult than most nights. Lanterns flickered the dim light. Harry was still quiet a ways from the Gryffindor common room, when, there was a scraping sound behind him. He stopped, turning his neck on an angel. There it was again, louder this time.

" Hermione?". It sounded like footsteps.

He moved backwards where he already came. " Ron?".

Still no answer.



Hermione sat on the cushion by the windowsill, her daughter in her lap. A children's book of Witchcraft fairytales open in front of them.

She heard a moan, a painful moan, just outside the door.

Hermione shifted Ella off, leaving her with the book. She stood close to the door, her hand on the knob. Another moan, like someone was suffering. Hermione flung the door open in one swift move, wand in hand.

The only person there, was Harry, lying in the doorway.

" Hi Sweetie" he grumbled, in obvious pain, and a little dazed.

" Harry! Oh my god!" she nearly screamed.

Dragging him inside, slamming the door behind them, she gently sat him down in the light, able to see his injuries. His shirt was torn from the sleeve and down, a trail of blood following on the skin. The bruises on the knuckles of his hands matched the deep blue coloring on his jaw line. There was a deep cut under his left eye, yet, he didn't notice.

" It doesn't hurt" he commented.

" What the hell happened to you?" Hermione helped him to sit, thinking maybe he really did get his ass kicked.

Harry removed his glasses which had a cracked lens, " I don't know, I couldn't see who it was, I just kept getting thrown against the wall. Like some kind of force".

She disappeared into the bathroom. Ella, who had been watching since her mother dragged her father inside, took the long jump from the sill to the floor, walking over to Harry. Wrapping her little hands around his arm.

" You have boo boo's?".

Hermione came back with a damp washcloth and a brown bottle of iodine. " Just a few" he answered.

" Do you have an idea, who did this? Certainly it couldn't have been Olivia".

Ella sat herself on his leg. " I sure hope so. I saw some what of a figure, it was not a litter girl".

Hermione turned the open bottle over the cloth. " Watch Ella, it doesn't hurt". She placed it against the wound under his eye.

It stung, and Harry winced sharply, but saw those emerald eyes watching him. She had scraped her knees every other day, and had been terrified of the iodine.

Hermione took one of Ella's hands from Harry's arm to the washcloth, " hold that for me sweetie".

Harry watched her stand and head for the door, though did not say anything. As her hand reached for the doorknob, he snatched the want she had dropped earlier. With one word, it was no longer possible for her to open the door.

" Why did you do that?" she objected, " we have to tell Ron about this".

" If absolutely necessary, I can tell him tomorrow".

Hermione tried to door again, " what about the students? I'm in charge of the Gryffindors, I have to make sure they're alright".

Harry stood, bringing Ella with him, " no one gets past the Fat Lady, you know that" with the exception of Sirius Black a few years ago, but it was different circumstances.

She gave up, went back towards them, " someone dangerous is in the school".

" And going out there alone at night is not going to help" he said, " I'll go put her to bed" Harry patted Ella's back.

But as soon as he said that, Ella screamed, throwing her clutch around Harry's neck, " no! I don't want you to get hurt".

Hermione watched his stunned reaction. " It's okay, no one's going to get hurt" he softly told her.

" Yes they are" Ella cried, burying her face in Harry's shoulder, " they're going to hurt you daddy!".

Knowing it was not her usual attempt to get out of bedtime, Hermione stood next to him in less that three steps. " Who are you talking about, honey?".

" The bad guy is gone, he won't hurt anyone" Harry said, though not knowing that his attacker could have possibly been female.

" No he's not" Ella replied through her tears.

She remained crying for several minutes until crying herself to sleep. Still with a strong hold, Harry laid down on the bed with her on top of him.



" What do you think she meant?" Harry whispered, Ella still asleep on his chest.

Hermione was laying next to them, " I think she was scared because you were hurt, and she's afraid it may happen again".

But Harry couldn't ignore how confident his daughter sounded that night.





Hermione was not to next to him when Harry awoke in the morning, but he knew she always left earlier on Wednesdays. He talked with Ella about the event the night before, she seemed to be calm about it. Maybe it was a cover-up he couldn't see through.



At least that morning, Harry had a decent amount of time to get to his first class after leaving Ella with Hagrid, they were thrilled to see each other, and he was relieved that when she was acting more like herself.



" Feeling better?" Ron joined him from the lawn as Harry made his way back into the school.

" Hermione told you" he guessed.

Ron nodded, " I can't believe something like that happened, I hate to ask, but any ideas on what to do?".

Harry shrugged, " ignore it?".

" That is a resolution I would turn to, but not when my best friend gets hurt, that's when it gets personal. Well, semi-personal, I guess you're involved too".



" Thank you Ron".

" Well, if something happens to you, I don't know what I'd do. I would have to start thinking for myself" Ron claimed.

Harry laughed, " you'd have Hermione".

Ron shrugged, " anyways, I have top security in every hallway. Trolls, paintings, even Sir Cadagean".

Harry shuttered, " are you sure that's a good idea?".

Ron glared at him, " it was either him, or Demontors, I trust there is no more to be said".

Harry nodded. There was no possibility of him agreeing more, that's for sure.





There were no students in the classroom when Harry arrived, there was still another seven-and-a-half minutes until class began (he was very precise when it came to that). But the room was no empty. Hermione was there, her back facing him.

" Isn't this enough surprise" he smiled.

She turned around, now facing him. Her bloodshot eyes blended with her tear stained cheeks and extreme expression of anger and hate. He was stunned by the sight.

" What's wrong?" he dared to ask.

Hermione's lip was trembling, she couldn't find the words to express her thoughts. " Is this your idea of a joke?" her voice crackled by the emotions.

Harry didn't understand, " what idea?".

Swiftly, she walked away from his desk, closer to him. " Look, I didn't want to get pregnant when I was fifteen, but it happened".

Blast from the past. " I know that, we went through this four- years-ago".

" So this engagement is nothing more than a fraud to you?".

" What? Of course not, I would never do that to you!".

She couldn't bare looking at him, " I had really great news for you, and I was on my way here to tell you" tears dwelled in her eyes, Harry watched her very closely, " and instead I find this".

Throwing a crumbled piece of parchment that had been enclosed in her hand, Hermione brushed past him, out of the classroom. Harry wanted to go after her, but knew how Hermione was when she was mad. If he was going to talk with her, he would have to know what had her like this in the first place.

Harry straightened the paper, smoothing out some of the wrinkles. He didn't recognize the handwriting, he didn't recognize the words. Yes this note, was addressed to him.







Harry,

This relationship would continue better if you just told Hermione the truth. We wouldn't have to keep anything a secret, and we wouldn't have to hide our true feelings. Maybe you don't have to tell her, she doesn't have to know. She doesn't deserve to know. All that matters, is that you're only mine, and she can live in her own little fantasy world for all we care.



Love,

Abigail





He couldn't believe the words in front of his eyes, in which he had never seen before. It was fake, the entire note was unreal. But he was the only one who really knew that. As for Hermione, she thought the love of her life was having an affair with Abigail Roslyn, the Charms professor.





~ This doesn't have too much to do with the plot, but it's going to help. Let me know what you think, and beware, for later chapters.~

~ Home for the Summer~



Chapter Nineteen: Trapped



He had to wait until the students arrived before anything could be done. Though professors weren't suppose to let their personal issues interfere with teaching classes, this went beyond the rules.

Harry had assigned silent studying, then ran from the room with the parchment piece still in hand. Expecting to find Hermione, but instead, he found Ron first.

Hermione made it far from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Soon enough, the emotions overtook her actions, and she collapsed to the floor, supporting herself against the wall. She didn't want to believe that note, still, she felt deceived and betrayed, by the last person she'd ever think would do that, to anyone. Her tears echoed the hallway along with the light sound of her engagement ring hitting the stone floor. At the same time, Hermione didn't know. She didn't know that there was no affair, and Harry was always faithful to her. She didn't know the note was a scam, never written by an Charms professor. Someone, just wanted to cause a conflict.



" That is crossing the line, that is" Ron roughly exclaimed after what Harry had to tell him, and reading the note, " that's not even Abigail's handwriting".

" I guessed that much" Harry muttered.

Ron crumpled the note in his hands, with a sharp expression of anger and revenge, " get Miss Daniels from your class. I'm sending Pig to her parents immediately, he should be back by the time you two arrive".

As much as Harry did not think Olivia would have gone this far, he didn't care. " Ron, I have to find Hermione, right way".

" I know how you feel, well not really, but she's probably really pissed at the moment. You need to prove that this is fake".

" It is fake!".

Ron sighed, " I know, and maybe Hermione believes you as well, but, she many not. Olivia may never you alone".

Those words, six words, and his mind seemed to come into place. " I see what you're saying, I'm going to get that girl".

But when he went back to the classroom, her chair was empty. She was no longer there, but had been class began.

" Where's Olivia?".

" Lavatory" Alistair Longbottom answered, " been there for awhile".

Over the years, Harry no longer considered restriction from the girls lavatory. Since the polyjuice potion and the Chamber of Secrets, it didn't matter.

Each cubicle door was closed, Harry walked down the aisle, checking under every one. Finally, he found two penny loafers.

" Olivia?" he wasn't too willing to be polite with her. But, there was a chance maybe it was no her on the other side of that door.

A sharp, startled gasp indicated that it most defiantly was.

He kicked his foot against the door. The lock snapped and the wood hit the cubicle wall. Olivia was watching in pure shock, parchment sheets and quill in her possession.

" You have to come with me".

Olivia sat calmly in the large chair before Ron's desk. She looked innocent, but Ron was not the kind of Headmaster whom scared the guilty students.

" I didn't do anything!" she claimed with a harsh tone when Ron mentioned a certain message Hermione received that day. " I did not write that note!".

Harry stood next to the Headmaster's desk, letting him act upon his duty at Hogwarts.

" Alright, let's forget about the letter for right now. Do you have an excuse for the other things? Things you've been saying to Har- Professor Potter?".

Olivia eyed Harry, " what things?".

Ron also looked over at him, " well, for one thing, about his personal life.".

" Professor Granger is my Transfiguration teacher" she interrupted eagerly, " I saw her ring and someone else in the class had asked about it".

" What about he should not be named?".

She simply shrugged, " it's not a big deal".

It was very odd. Every student was horrified, let alone.

" Are you afraid to talk about your father?" Olivia had asked Harry, making it look like he was the victim for a moment, rather than herself.



" No" he whispered. She had the look of satisfaction. " Olivia, all I wanted to know is how you found out about those things and why you repeated them?" he had asked her calmly and rationally.

She became very silent, mentally struggling with words that would make sense. And protect her. But she didn't want to start spinning the web of lies.

Harry tried to sort out every peculiar detail about Olivia Daniels since the first day. Just as the thought about asking if he was going to get..

" My sister".

" Adrianna?" even Harry was surprised to hear the name.

Ron mocked an eyebrow, " what about her?".

" She's madly in love" Olivia looked at Harry, " with him".

Harry's expression fell.

As well as Ron's, " it doesn't make any sense, she's hardly seen him!" he let out the one comment, " okay, if Adrianna is to blame, why are you the one to act?".

Tears threatened the girls eyes, " I can't tell you!" she screamed, " I can't!".

Before either Ron or Harry could try and calm her, another voice entered the room. It was very faint, almost like a muffled call. A call for help, it couldn't have been more than two syllables.

While the guys looked high at the ceiling above the room, Olivia remained still, like she already knew what was happening.

" Does the school happened to be haunted and you just didn't tell anyone?".

" Not by a ghost that we can't see" Ron answered. " Maybe one of them is stuck in the air vents again".

Harry watched him over to the wall near a bookcase, " stuck? How can they get stuck, they're ghosts".

" True, but some of them aren't that bright" he pulled on a very small lever.

" HELP!" a voice shrilled so loud, the three of them covered their ears immediately. " Help me, please somebody!".

Ron gazed in the direction of where he knew the vents were, " bloody hell, that's Hermione!".

Harry had figured that out before Ron, he jumped up on the desk. " Hermione? What's wrong? Where are you?".

" In the wall!".

Ron and Harry exchanged glances.

" Okay, why are you in the wall?" Ron asked.

" I don't know! I'm trapped!".

The boys exchanged glances. Leaving Olivia alone, they bolted into the corridor, taking opposite directions. Ron went left, the same direction Hermione had gone earlier, but he didn't know. Yet.

Without warning, he fell to the floor. His shoe had slipped on something small and round. When sitting up, Ron recognized the item as Hermione's engagement ring.

" Bloody hell" he muttered, " Harry!" he called, " HARRY! HARRY JAMES POTTER!".

Harry came running up behind him, out of breath, " what?". Ron held up the ring between his two fingers. " Oh my god" he panted.

Ron stared at the stonewall to his left, " I think this is the wall she was talking about"

" I think so too". Harry grabbed his wand, pointing it at the stone. " Openius". Nothing happened. " Uh oh".

" Wait a second" Ron beamed, " do you still have Dumbledore's wand?".

Harry rolled his eyes, sarcastically responding, " no Ron, I sold it on the Black Magic Market". He watched Ron's face turn horrified, " of course I have it".

He shook it off, " that will do the trick!".

Harry dissaparated before Ron's eyes, appearing in the room, directly in front of the windowsill where the loose board was. He struggled with it for a moment, shaking hands were not helping. As soon as the board had been removed, Harry reached for the box.

But it was no longer there.

~ Home for the Summer~



Chapter Twenty- The Tunnel

Harry ran back to where he had left Ron, who didn't seem to have moved a step since he left.

" You know you can get back the same way you left" he said.

Harry leaned over onto his knees, breathless, " the wand, is gone".

" So is Olivia".

They continued staring at the wall, like it had some unique characteristic, when really it looked the same as anything else in the corridor. To their unfortunate luck, it wasn't.

" It's all starting to make sense" Harry said, breathing normally, " except, how do we get through?".

Ron nodded, " the whole point of stone is that we don't go through".

Harry kept examining every brick in detail, " there has to be a way".

" Maybe, if we killed ourselves, then we'd be ghost, and could fly through".

He gave him a look saying it was never going to happen, " why don't we leave that to the last resort?".

Ron shrugged, trying to think of a new, and unique, plan. He never failed at that. " The whole point of it is that we don't go through!" he repeated, with much more meaning this time.

Harry snarled at him, signaling for him to make some sort of sense, even if it was Ron.

But instead of saying anything. Ron strolled across the corridor, with Harry watching. " Thanks to Dobby and platform nine and three- quarters". That got his eyes to bulge.

Ron went rampaging towards the wall, like it was the way to the Hogwarts Express. Harry closed his eyes, not wanting to see a repeat before their second year. There was no sound, no thud, no Ron wincing in pain. He wasn't even there when Harry looked.

" R-Ron?" he gaped.

" Bloody hell" Ron's voice boomed in an echo, " I think I found a way in. If I made it through, you will. Mind you, it's rather dark".

Harry took a running start, same way Ron did, though hit dead on, the impact knocking him backwards.

" It's not working!". What if he wasn't able to get through? How come Ron was and he wasn't? Panic rushed through his mind.

" Oh, my bad, I was standing in the way" Ron said, discouraging Harry, " try again".

Keeping his eyes tightly shut as he ran, he felt no obstacle in his path. Pure darkness coated around him after opening his eyes. He had made it through.

" Ron?".

" Right here" the voice was not far.

" Which way do we go?" Harry asked.

He could hear Ron walk being him, " I don't know, I didn't know this passage existed" he stopped, then screaming, " Hermione!".

Harry jerked away.

" Ron, it was a faint scream, very faint, coming from the..

" Left!" Harry exclaimed.

While in that direction, the darkness began to fade with each step, a deep glow was forming. Tiny lanterns, those smaller than the ones in the regular corridors, led down another tunnel at the end of the one they had run into.

" I don't think we should do this" Ron's voice went into it's scared and panicking pitch, " maybe we should go get the Headmaster".

Harry gave Ron a simple stare.

" Oh right, I really have to start getting use to that".

The tunnel was taken with great caution, causing them to bend in the narrow space.

" See, the only person that is meant to fit in here is a little person, maybe a little girl!" Ron accused. Harry didn't respond. " Hey, what's that?".

Not fifteen feet ahead, white light streaked from the crack under a closed door. They approached it at a faster speed.



" Should we go in?" Ron asked, hoping Harry would say no.

But he knew better. " It ends here".

Ron grabbed his shoulder just as he had his hand on the door's rusted handle. Behind them, on the left, almost drilled through the cement, was a hole, about the size of a half dollar coin. Leading into the Headmasters office.

" That must be how they know I had the wand", without really knowing who ' they' was.

Harry placed his hand back where it was. Successfully opening it without any interruptions.

The open areas resembled the Chamber of Secrets quiet frankly, but few precise details indicated that it was not possible. It was smaller, no larger than one of the classrooms. Slowly, Ron and Harry walked inside, the door slamming itself shut with a loud crack. Looking around, the last thing Harry saw was, Hermione.

" Hermione" they both went running, Harry was ahead. She was curled p in the far corner, with her head resting on her knees, looking up when hearing her name.

" No!" she warned sharply, " don't!".

An extreme shot of mind-bending pain bolted to the right side of Harry's forehead (that's where it is in the movies). His scar. The pain was so intense, that he dropped the floor, his fingers over that area.

Ron noticed when he was only a step in front. " That's never good" he said, coming to his side. Hermione didn't move, she seemed strangely distance from him.

A snapping sound took all three attentions to the other side of the chamber, another door. It had been opened, two figures had walked in, but the door did not close like it had done for Harry and Ron. They walked into the lighted area.

Olivia and Adrianna.

" They can't be Lord Voldie" Ron said, " they're kids. He's here I know he is, why else is your scar hurting?".



" We are not Lord Voldermort" Olivia said sharply. It did sound odd, someone as grown as Ron using a name you'd expect form a child, and someone as young as Olivia using the full, horrid name.

" No, we're not" Adrianna added, standing next, though shorter, than her sister.

Footsteps emerged behind the two girls, and they were soon enough joined.

~ Home for the Summer~

A/N: Though she never comes onto this site, I am really sorry for the upcoming chapters, Adrianna.

Chapter Twenty-One: Daddy Voldemort





The hooded figure stood next to Olivia, casting a shadow over its face. Sharp shocks of extreme pain rang through the lighting bolt on Harry's forehead.

Olivia pulled a wand from her robes. " Emendo!" she called, pointing it towards Harry. There was a thin, gold line, and the pain subsided.

Harry stood, helping Hermione as well.

The figure raised it's arms to the rims of the hood, sliding cloth over head. While the three were expecting a gruesome demon, they were surprised at the sight of a middle aged man that you would see in any ordinary day, except for the scar slashed diagonally (A/N: I just noticed that the word ' diagonally' is really ' diagon' and 'ally' put together) across his face.

" Hello Harry" his low voice growled.

Harry twitched, " hello Voldemort" he hadn't said the name in a long time. Especially to the person himself.

Ron eyed the girls, " hey, why not come over here?" trying to get them out of the danger next to them.

Olivia stepped over, holding the mans hand, " no". Adrianna remained still and silent.

Harry bent down, " come on sweetie, you'll be safer".

" We want to stay with our father" Olivia replied.

" Oh..my...god" Ron gasped, " good thing you guys didn't like my idea about that parents weekend".

Hermione panicked, " wait, so Olivia and Adrianna are..your daughters?".

" Yes" Voldemort replied, " even those in the Dark Magic consider having a family".

" It's pitch black where you are" Ron muttered.

Voldemort ignored him, " no need to worry, Harry, Ella is fine, still with the games keeper. This is not another repeat of Draco Malfoy".

" You've been watching us this entire time?" Harry gaped.

He nodded, " there is no one who can get better acquainted with their teachers, then the students. None better than my own children, I knew everything from what you named your first born to where you hid Dumbledore's wand".

Adrianna quivered, staring at Harry with big blue eyes, " I'm sorry, it was me the entire time, I did it all" thinking everything was to be blamed on her.

Harry quickly smiled at her, then shrugged at her father, " why now? It's been four years, and now you want to make another appearance. Why?".

Voldemort took a stroll from his daughters, " you were a powerful child Harry, still are" he would be one to know, " a result from you mother and father".

" How would I know?" the answer was well known, " I can't remember them, it's almost like I never had the chance to love my own parents". Though Harry wondered about the Daniel's girls mother, or whatever their names really happened to be.

" What do his parents have to do with this?" Ron asked impatiently.

" The power in you" Voldemort began, " was to be passed from you and divided among your first two off springs. Together, with their father, with any desire they could defeat every trait in Dark Magic".

Harry had an annoyed expression (not noticing Hermione biting her lip), " Ella's four, she's my only child, more so, I would never do anything that dangerous with her".

" You're only child?" he raised an eyebrow, expressing the word 'only'. He looked at Hermione like they were sharing a secret.

In a way, they were. " That's the news I wanted to tell you" Hermione sighed, " I'm pregnant".

" What?" Harry's expression fell, his eyes widened.

Hermione's cheeks twitched, " I was looking for the right time to tell you".

" Herm, we talked about other places, but this defiantly qualifies as an exception" Ron muttered.

Harry forgot about Lord Voldemort, as difficult as it could me, " you knew? You're my best friend, you're suppose to tell me these things!".

" I asked him not to!".

" My best friend, and Lord Voldemort finds out about these things before I do" Harry claimed.

Ron pointed at the horrible excuse for a man before him, " hey, at least I didn't tell Voldie".

" What is this? ' Don't tell Harry What's Going on Day'?" he sarcastically asked.

" More like ' Don't tell Harry What's Going on Month'" Hermione answered.

Voldemort loudly cleared his throat in hopes to gain their attention.

" Oh yeah, him" Harry commented, sounding like it was a situation dealt with day by day.

" I have only returned for that reason, I cannot take the risk of being destroyed".

Ron laughed, " that just shows how weak you are, Harry stripped you of all your powers before he was able to talk. What makes you think you can kill us now?".

" Ron, you stupid, stupid moron" Hermione muttered, shaking her head.

Voldemort reached into the pocket of his long cloak, removing the gold wand, encrusted with sparking jewels.

" Oh right that" Ron said, " forgot about that".

Olivia snarled, " it has more power than Voldemort himself, you said it yourself, Headmaster".

" No" he snarled in return, " I said Voldie, not Voldemort, you stupid girls".

One wave of the wand, and Ron flew in a rush into the wall behind them, falling to the ground unconscious.

" Thinking about doing that myself" Hermione muttered.



Harry cornered Hermione between himself and the wall, away from Voldemort's path with the wand. For once, he didn't know what to do. His own wand would be completely useless, even as a distraction. The most dangerous wizard in history was standing there, ready to kill him. This time, he may actually succeed.

" I've been waiting eighteen years, eighteen long years".

Hermione took hold of Harry's hand from behind his back, giving it a little squeeze. The wand was lifted only an inch into the air, when.

" Ella, no!".