Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. The plot was snagged a bit from the movie "What a Girl Wants."
AN: Well here it is, the first chapter. I thought of it after watching What a Girl Wants. It's taken me roughly about an hour and a half to write the first chapter. I would like to give special thanks to my good friend Ral for all her help on the letter to Harry. THANK YOU SO MUCH! The title is to fluxuate since I don't know what to call this story yet...
I have not read the Sixth book, so anything actually past book Four is completely Alternate Universe.
Without further ado... Here's the story...
My name is Lily Adrienne Granger and I have lived in San Diego California my whole life. It's just been my mom, Hermione, and me, living in a little house by Coronado Beach. It wasn't great little house, but it was "us." It was home.
You see there's, something different about me, besides not having a dad, I'm a witch, as well as my mom. Every year I get aboard a train and make my journey across the United States to the Salem Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but not anymore.
I had just graduated not four days ago and my life had broke out in all hell. My mother was a Medi-witch for the magical and non-magical community and I was her intern for now, just as I had been for the past two summers. I still was unsure of what I wanted to do with my life. I could do anything I wanted with my NEWT scores.
Did I forget today was my birthday? Yes, I also had to work on my eighteenth birthday.
-Third Person POV-
"I need a half cc of Oxycodone stat."
A, once bushy, curly haired bookworm, now with sleek straight hair pulled into a ponytail, said in a serious tone. "We're losing him. Get the defibulator and charge it to 300..."
Few minutes later, "Time of death, 4:27 pm." Hermione said in a low, sorrowful tone. She still had never gotten used to the fact that people die in her line of work and you can't save all of them...
Lily sat down on the sofa in the common room of the hospital. In came soon was Hermione and sat down on the sofa with her daughter. Lily laid her head down in her mothers lap. "I know that look. What's wrong baby?"
"Tell me the story of my dad again. The same one you tell me every birthday..."
Hermione sighed, it pained her to talk about Harry, but he was her daughter's father and once was her lover and her fiancé. Anyways...
"Once upon a time, there was a bushy haired little girl who met a little boy with these striking green eyes..." Hermione started.
+FLASHBACK+ AN: Verbatim from book one, Hermione's telling the story and having flashbacks.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. "We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it then." She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. "Er- all right." He cleared this throat.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard-- I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough-- I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" She said this all very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by stunned face that he hadn't learned all the course books by heart either.
"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.
"Harry Potter," said Harry.
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course-- I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century..."
+ANOTHER FLASHBACK+
Harry he did something that was both very brave and very stupid: He took a great running jump and managed to fasten his arms around the troll's neck from behind. The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wand had still been in his hand when he'd jumped-- it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils.
Howling with pain, the troll twisted and flailed its club, with Harry hanging on for dear life; any second, the troll was going to rip him off or catch him a terrible blow with the club.
Hermione had sunk to the floor in fright; Ron pulled out his own wand-- not knowing what he was going to do he heard himself cry the first spell that came into his head: "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The club flew suddenly out of the troll's hand, rose high, high up into the air, turned slowly over-- and dropped, with a sickening crack onto its owner's head. The troll swayed on the spot and then fell flat on its face, with a thud that made the whole room tremble.
Harry got to his feet. He was shaking out and out breath. Rom was standing there with his wand still raised, staring at what he had done.
It was Hermione who spoke first. "Is it-- dead?"
"I don't think so," said Harry, "I think it's just been knocked out." He bent down and pulled his wand out of the troll's nose. I was covered in what looked like gray glue.
"Urgh-- troll boogers."
+End Flashback+
"...After the troll accident, we became inseperatable, the three of us. It was always the "dream trio." Gosh, I could never get my eyes off your father. I think I realized I loved him in my sixth year. He had got into a Quiditch accident. He was hit directly in the left temple by a stray bludger. I had never felt so scared in my life. I was afraid we were going to lose him when he went into a coma for almost two months.
"The first thing I told him was that I loved him and I couldn't live without him. He had been my rock, my support when I really needed it. When your grandparents died at the end of my fifth year, he was the only one who could get me to eat, talk, or even study. I felt like my whole world was falling apart. During our seventh year, we had become engaged. He was my best friend and the man I loved. We were going to get married the summer after our seventh year, but everything changed...
+Flashback+
Hermione was worried. Dumbledore wouldn't have asked her to his office right before Christmas without a good reason. Once she got to his office, she said his current password (Carmel crèmes) and walked in.
"Welcome Hermione, you're probably wondering why I've asked you here."
"Yes sir."
Dumbledore looked at Hermione, his eyes weren't twinkling anymore. "Hermione you have to leave. Harry can't afford to have any distractions. His time is getting shorter and soon Voldemort will be knocking at his door. You have to leave Hermione..."
Hermione started crying, she realized it was for the better. Harry would begin worrying too much about her and not enough about defeating Voldemort. She wrote him a note.
My love...
By the time you will be reading this I will be gone. Ours was a love so true I will never forget it … The most important things in life are priceless, as was our time together … But if you love me you will do as I say. Forget about me. You will forget of a name and a pair of eyes and I will forget a happiness that has become impossible. Forgive me and forget me.
Love Always,
Hermione.
+End Flashback+
Hermione hadn't known at the time she was pregnant. She had conceived at Halloween. The first ball that Harry and Hermione skipped out on and made love to each other for the first time. They had been each other's first...
She hadn't noticed a skipped period because since she had got her period, she hadn't been regular. When Hermione finally found out on New Years, she cried. She cried because Harry would miss out on so much. She cried because he wasn't going to be there for her. And she also cried because he wouldn't know...
"Then today, eighteen years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful little girl. You were the mirror image of Harry, it scared me so much. Instead of your eyes being blue like most babies when they're born, yours were green. A brilliant, startling, emerald green. You had his black unruly hair and little curls. Anyone who saw you, that knew Harry as well, couldn't deny that you were his daughter.
"As you've grown up you've become a beautiful young woman who any mother could be proud of. I'm sorry you never got to go to Hogwarts like me or your father did, but you understand, I did want was best for you." Hermione said as her story was coming to a close.
Lily pulled one of her raven black curls and brushed it out of her face. "Why didn't you go back to him after he defeated Voldemort? You've always avoided this question..."
Hermione looked at her daughter, her chocolate brown eyes meeting her daughters emerald green eyes. "The war lasted several years, you know this from your studies. So I guess I always thought he moved on and wouldn't need me anymore..."
Lily had wanted to know her father her whole life and now after hearing this story again, she had decided she was going to go to London and meet her father.
No matter what...
AN 2: So what do you think? Leave me a review and let me know!
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