Lost Daughter by i found nemo

Rating: R
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 14/11/2010
Last Updated: 10/06/2011
Status: In Progress

FINAL INSTALMENT! ~~Sixteen years after they were forced to make the hardest decision of their
lives, the truth of their past is finally revealed. PART 3 of the Lies for Love trilogy. Book
7/Epilogue spoilers. Read only with an open mind! R&R - **this is the uncorrupted version of
Lost Daughter.




1. Harry Potter
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 1: Harry Potter**

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**[AN]** I thought, in honour of the new HP movie, I’d post. This is the last instalment of
my trilogy. I’ve warned you all that it wasn’t going to be easy, but this is the first step in
making it better for our beloved ship.

I do hope you’ll keep an open mind, but most of all, enjoy!

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“Harry?”

Harry Potter froze in the foyer of his home. A guilty feeling rose up in his chest, but he
managed to subdue it without making the feeling known. Hearing his wife’s voice, somehow, always
did that to him.

Slowly, he turned and peered up at the dark stairwell. He could recognize her thin body standing
in the shadows on the first floor landing. “What?” he called back to her. He hadn’t meant to sound
so sharp.

He heard a few footsteps and a moment later saw Ginny step into a ray of moonlight coming in
through the window opposite, “Where have you been?”

“I had a lot of work to finish at the ministry. Sorry I didn’t make it to dinner.” Yes, he was
always sorry.

Ginny narrowed her eyes slightly, “You could have flooed or something…”

Harry raked a distracted hand through his messy black hair, “I forgot.”

“Seems like that’s not the only thing you’ve forgotten.”

“What?” he asked confused, turning to her for an explanation. What had he missed? Quickly, Harry
ran through a series of birth dates, football games, family dinners, and anything else he thought
his wife might’ve been referring to. He was just about to give her another confused look, when his
features dawned in realization, “Shit, Gin-”

“I guess filing paperwork for some criminal was more important than our 14th wedding
anniversary.”

Harry sighed. Of all the things to forget, it had to be *that*. “It’s not like that-”

Ginny scoffed, “Whatever Harry.” Her tone this time made her sound as angry as she rightfully
should be. Without another word, Harry watched his wife of now fourteen years stalk up the stairs
and disappear down the first floor landing of the expansive Potter home.

Again, Harry sighed. Whatever he did, it always seemed to hurt her. That wasn’t his goal in
life. He hadn’t *meant* to forget. It’s just… he had work to do. And then Ron had invited him
out to a party for the Cannons. Of course, he hadn’t planned on staying. He was just going to stop
by and say hello, since he hadn’t been able to make it to the Weasley dinner a couple hours prior.
He knew that if he blew Ron off again, he’d hear about it from both him and his sister.

Automatically, Harry’s fists clenched at the thought of going by Ron’s little party. A few years
back, Ron had made it to Head P.R. manager for the Chudley Cannons. Parties for the team were a
common happening. Harry didn’t really like them; loud blokes, usually drunk, bad music, barely
dressed girls, crowded rooms, and people staring at his faded scar, wasn’t really his idea of a
good time. Ron though, was always in his element. In fairness, he was good at what he did.

But Harry knew for a fact that what had gone on tonight was not a part of his brother-in-law’s
job description. Fury flew through him as the scene played over in his head again. He could
practically feel his blood boil as he saw once more a short, dark haired young woman approach
Ron.

*She tapped him on the shoulder, and let her hands fall over his back. Ron turned to her with
a familiar grin. The girl leaned up and whispered in his ear…* Harry remembered feeling a faint
hint of curiosity, but it was blurred by the emotion he felt at what happened next.

*The girl, with a cat-like smile on her face, leaned over slightly, and pressed her lips
against Ron’s. He didn’t push her away.*

Harry couldn’t register any other feeling besides anger, as the unknown girl turned and headed
off through the crowd. His anger multiplied tenfold as he watched Ron also turn and follow her.

He let out a steady breath through his nose, forcing himself to break from his reverie. It
wasn’t doing any good thinking about it. To be honest, it was taking all of his strength to not go
back to that bloody party and beat the living shit out of him for what he was doing.

But how could he?! Why would he even think about that when he had *her*?

Again, Harry forced himself to calm down. This wasn’t his business. Furious, and thinking about
her, all in one night wasn’t going to do anybody any good. He had his own marriage to worry
about.

Keeping that thought in mind, Harry took off his black auror robes, and threw them haphazardly
in the direction of the open closet beside the front door. Even though his aim was less than
adequate, his robes arraigned themselves nicely and slid in between two of Ginny’s travelling
cloaks.

As silently as possible, he started up the stairs. He hoped Ginny wouldn’t make it too difficult
to apologize tonight. He truly was exhausted from work.

It didn’t take him long to make it to his and Ginny’s room. The door was firmly closed, but with
a light wave of his hand, it opened quietly. It closed after Harry slid inside. He could make out
Ginny on the right side of their big bed, laying on her side with the covers drawn up to her chin.
That definitely wasn’t a good sign.

Harry repressed his sigh as he came further into the room and kicked his shoes off. He began to
unbutton his shirt as he sat down on the edge of his side of the bed.

“I’ll make it up to you…” he said, pulling his shirt off a few moments later.

For a minute, Harry wondered if she was going to give him the silent treatment. But then, she
spoke, “Are you at least going to be there in the morning to see James and Albi off?”

“Of course,” Harry nodded, now setting his wand on his nightstand and slipping out of his
trousers. The mention of their sons gave him a bit of hope. Maybe apologizing wasn’t going to be as
hard as he thought. Though, the idea that everything was back to normal, their normal, at least, on
his home front made him go back to focusing on the Cannons party and what he had witnessed
there.

“You know Hermione wasn’t there with Ron tonight either…” Ginny said, rolling on her side and
giving Harry a raised look. It was obvious that she was referring to the family dinner at the
Burrow earlier that evening.

Harry’s eyes closed for a brief second. He told himself to act natural.

“Why not?” he asked evenly, pulling the covers back and laying down.

Ginny shook her head and shrugged, “Rose said she was at a Hogwarts meeting.”

“Oh.”

“Ron’s not too thrilled that she’s getting a job there,” Ginny continued.

Harry sighed. He didn’t like Ginny’s gossiping. Especially when it concerned Hermione. “I’m sure
Ron will get along just fine,” he muttered instead.

Harry expected her to just drop it, but much to his surprise, Ginny scoffed, “I don’t know why
she’s so eager to run away from her husband like that.”

“Maybe she feels like she has no other choice,” Harry replied, the picture of Ron and that
young, dark haired girl flashing before his eyes once more.

Ginny gave him an irritated look, “Why would she need to choose between being with or away from
her husband?”

“Maybe Ron’s already made that decision for her!” Harry burst out. As soon as the words left his
lips, he regretted saying them. Wasn’t this not supposed to be any of his business? He couldn’t
help it though; he hated the mention of Hermione being the wrong one, when she had never done
anything to hurt Ron the way he was hurting her. He didn’t deserve her at all.

Ginny turned to Harry and frowned, “What? What are you talking about?”

“Never mind Ginny,” he sighed after a moment.

Again, Harry thought Ginny might’ve dropped the subject. To his disappointment though, she
wasn’t finished, “Well, I don’t think Hermione appreciates what she has.”

“Why are their issues important enough to keep us up at night?”

“Because Harry,” Ginny said, much more loudly, “I don’t want *us* to get to the point where
we’re avoiding spending time with our family.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Hermione’s taking a job so that she can be closer to her kids! What
point are you trying to make exactly?”

“It’s just…” she paused, with a mixture of a pained, annoyed, and anxious expression on her
face. “Lately it seems like you’ve been working an awful lot.”

Harry closed his eyes, attempting to fight off the guilty swell, but once again failing. “I’ve
always worked a lot, Ginny,” he said softly, knowing that their was no excuse he could share with
her as to why he was such a vigorous auror, “And that’s to support you, James, and Al.”

Ginny nodded, “I know that, but I feel like we… like we need something new and different.”

“Like what?” Harry asked quietly, trying to keep his suspicion from showing.

Ginny hesitated for a second, “Like… like a baby.”

“What?” Harry asking, sitting up straight. All signs of trying to be gentle were suddenly
gone.

“Like a baby, Harry,” Ginny repeated, “I think we should try-”

“What’s wrong with the two kids we have?” Harry asked quickly.

“Nothing!” Ginny answered immediately. “That’s not what I’m trying to get at!” Harry wasn’t
trying to imply anything by his question. He knew how excellent of a mother Ginny was to their two
boys. She loved them to know end. However, Harry had a feeling of what Ginny was trying to say, and
that didn’t make him feel any easier about the conversation.

“Then what are you trying to get at?” he asked again, still wary.

“It’s just that you were always here when James and Albi were younger! And ever since Al went to
Hogwarts, you’ve been all about work! If you haven’t noticed, you’ve been getting more distant from
us- from me- by the day.”

Harry tried to answer patiently, “Ginny, a baby isn’t going to solve our problems.”

“I’m not saying that it will,” Ginny replied automatically, a pleading tone in her voice,
“Bloody hell, is it a crime that I want to try for another baby with my husband? You act like
trying to keep our family growing is the worst thing imaginable!”

He couldn’t help but shake his head angrily, “What’s wrong with the family we have? Why can’t
you just be happy with us?”

“Because I want a girl, Harry! You’ve always known how important having a daughter is to
me!”

Suddenly, without warning, Harry threw the covers off of him and jumped out of bed. As quick as
he was to move, a worried frown just as swiftly appeared over Ginny’s face, “Harry, where are you
going?”

“I refuse to sit here and listen to you go on about how imperfect we are,” Harry muttered
angrily, stalking over to his closet and clapping on a light.

Ginny scoffed, “Oh, so you’re going to run away from our problems? Big surprise.” She was trying
to sound enticing, but she had to admit, she truly was scared of him leaving.

“Running away isn’t going to fix anything, but neither will having a baby, even if it happens to
be a girl,” Harry said, sounding surprisingly rational despite his temper. This was a topic that he
and Ginny had been over quite a few times. The question of having another baby always seemed to
come back to one ground issue. And plus, Harry didn’t think he could handle the idea of a daughter.
He’d never be able to look at her right… “You’re the one who doesn’t seem to understand that we
need to fix *our* problems first before we subject another child to deal with them!”

“When are you going to stick around long enough so that we can work on fixing them?” Ginny
shouted, not caring about who she woke up.

Harry didn’t have an answer for her, because by then, he had snatched a new pair of trousers
from his wardrobe, and pulled them on along with a new half buttoned shirt. He didn’t bother giving
her another look as he grabbed his wand from his night stand and walked out of their room.

Harry was even more furious as he slammed his way out of his house and started off down the
walkway. It had been like this nearly every night this summer. He would get home from a long day of
work, and would have to listen to Ginny nagging him over what they should be doing better. It
always ended like this too; Harry, not wanting to hear it anymore, would leave to the one place he
knew that no one would bother him. And then, the next morning he would leave for work, come home,
and repeat the process all over again. He knew first hand that making a baby, thinking that he or
she would fix your problems, didn’t work. It only masked the issue- shifted the focus onto
something, or in this case someone, else.

Harry knew and understood that so well because that is exactly what he had tried to do with
James when he first found out that Hermione was pregnant again.

That night stood out especially well in his memory…

*~~~*

*“Harry!” a voice yelled, interrupting the quiet atmosphere.*

*“What?” Harry asked, hurrying out into the hallway of his flat, his hair still wet from his
nightly shower.*

*“Harry…” Ron gasped, stopping in front of him and doubling over. “Hermione…”*

*Harry instantly panicked, “Hermione? Is she okay? What’s wrong with her? Ron, tell
me!”*

*“She’s okay. She- she’s…”*

*Harry shook Ron’s shoulder’s anxiously. Harry hadn’t seen or spoken to Hermione in a couple
of months, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about her constantly. He knew it was wrong,
since they had both technically moved on, but he couldn’t help it. He thought about her daily,
dreaming of a different life where they could’ve been together, happy. The only reason he hadn’t
seen her in months, was because he knew that seeing him hurt her. And he couldn’t blame her. He
hurt too.*

*Still, the thought of something being wrong with her, after everything they’d… been
through…*

*“Ron, she’s what?!”*

*“Pregnant!”*

*And just like that, Harry’s heart stopped beating.*

*Time seemed to stand still, as Harry straightened dully, his flattened expression blotched
with pain and disbelief. No… it simply wasn’t possible…*

*“What?” he asked after what seemed like hours of silence.*

*Ron let out a jubilant laugh, “She’s pregnant! Harry- we’re having a baby! I’m going to be a
father!”*

*“That- that can’t be… She can’t be…”*

*“I know. I was shocked too. But it’s true; she’s already seven weeks,” Ron said happily,
holding up six fingers.*

*Harry paled, “Seven weeks? When…?”*

*“Her birthday,” Ron answered, going red around the ears. He shifted uncomfortably on his
feet, suddenly avoiding eye contact with Harry, “Um, after her party we went back to my place and
got a little sloshed…”*

*“Sloshed?” Harry spat disgustedly, “So you got her drunk and then basically took advantage of
her?”*

*“What?” Ron asked with a shock looked on his face. Harry’s seething expression didn’t relent,
so Ron quickly shook his head in defence, “Harry, I didn’t take advantage of her at all! We were
both drunk and one thing just led to another.”*

*Harry couldn’t recall ever feeling so angry at his best friend in his entire life. His fists
curled together in fury.*

*“Harry? Are you still with me mate?” Ron asked hesitantly. A glint of fear brightened his
eyes.*

*At the sound of his voice, Harry seemed to snap out of it, “What?”*

*Again, Ron shifted, “You look a little… you’re happy for me right? I mean, I know it’s
totally unexpected, but I’m happy about it…”*

*Harry wanted to tell him to piss off. Not everything in bloody world revolved around him! “Is
she happy?” Harry asked quietly after a few moments. Intentional or not, he was still
glaring.*

*The red head grinned, “Yeah. She sounded pretty excited.” Little did Harry know however, that
Ron was leaving out the fact that Hermione didn’t actually tell him directly. He overheard her
mother questioning her about her recent distracted behaviour, and then Hermione pretty much just
blurted out that she was pregnant. As soon as Mrs. Granger had left, he called her out on it. To be
honest, she had sounded flustered and reluctant to confirm it, but he was sure that was only due to
him already knowing.*

*Ron twisted his lips awkwardly, hoping Harry hadn’t picked up on his lie. After a few minutes
of tense silence, he reached out bravely and clapped Harry on the shoulder.*

*“So… You know what this means, right?”*

*“What?” Harry asked, though it was obvious that he wasn’t paying attention.*

*“Well, I’m becoming a father, and you’re becoming a godfather!”*

*He again snapped back into focus, “What?”*

*“I want you to be the godfather of my baby!” Ron repeated happily, “I mean, I know it didn’t
work out the first time with Teddy, but I wouldn’t want anyone else.”*

*“Ron…” Harry breathed, beginning to shake his head. The thought was poison to him. Of course
Hermione would feel the same! “Have you asked Hermione about this?”*

*“What’s there to ask?” Ron shrugged confidently, “You’re our best friend. It’s only right,
right?”*

*“I-I don’t know.”*

*“Well I’m not taking no for an answer. I got to go right now. Hermione thinks I went to get
dinner. See you around though, right mate?” Ron had started to back his way out of the hall, and
was giving Harry a hopeful thumbs up. Harry felt like going into the kitchen, grabbing a knife and
shoving it through his heart, several times. He wasn’t strong enough to endure this. He couldn’t
sit back and watch Ron take the place that HE was supposed to have in Hermione’s life.*

*But then, a thought suddenly struck him. It wasn’t fair to Hermione. She would never be happy
if he didn’t accept it. He couldn’t do that to her. After everything he had done to her, he knew
she deserved any shot at happiness she got.*

*“Yeah…”*

*Ron’s grin grew wider, and then suddenly his eyebrows shot up like he was forgetting to
mention something, “Oh, and don’t tell anyone the news yet. I wasn’t even supposed to say anything.
My mum will freak if she heard the news from someone else.”*

*“I won’t,” Harry muttered, barely listening.*

*“Later then!”*

*As Ron left, Harry fell back against the wall, feeling a once familiar, stabbing, desperate,
yet hopeless pain. He hadn’t revisited this pain in a while now.*

*Hermione was pregnant. Again. And Ron was the father. They- they’d had…*

*She’d only been back for three months! Harry couldn’t even think straight as he levied
himself off the wall and reached for his jacket. If Hermione could be so quick to move on and sleep
with someone else, then he wouldn’t feel the least bit guilty for doing the same thing. He truly
couldn’t sit and watch Ron take the spot he wanted with Hermione. He refused to sit back while Ron
made the family he should’ve had with her.*

*Harry wanted a family of his own, and for once, he was determined to make it happen.*

*He apparated to the Burrow. There was a sudden knock on Ginny’s door. Startled, Ginny went to
answer.*

*“Harry?” she asked, pulling back the door to see her boyfriend.*

*“Hey,” Harry greeted, not caring how much of a mess he must’ve looked to her.*

*“What-” she was cut off as his lips crashed down to hers.*

*It was minutes before Harry pulled back. But when he did, he didn’t step back from her like
he normally did. Instead, he kept his hands planted on her cheeks, and stared down into her eyes,
“I think… I think we should take our relationship to the next level.”*

*“Really?” she whispered, her eyes going wide.*

*Harry didn’t want to pay attention to her question. So instead, he simply nodded,
“Yeah.”*

*“I love you, Harry,” Ginny whispered, a smile playing on her lips.*

*Harry nodded gruffly. It was a moment before he realized that he hadn’t responded. He cleared
his throat, “Love you too.”*

*“Then show me. Make love to me.”*

*Harry didn’t hesitate as he kissed her again and pushed her further into her room.*

*~~~*

Harry sighed as he closed his eyes and let a hand scrub over his face. Reliving the first time
he and Ginny had slept together never made him feel good, like it probably should’ve. She didn’t
know that he went into it with an ulterior motive, or that he was actually in love with someone
else at the time. Nine months later, they had welcomed James Sirius Potter into the world.

Though, despite the lack of romance and love in his marriage, he could never bring himself to
regret what he’d done. Regretting that, meant that he’d regret his sons, and those two boys were
his sole purpose in life. He didn’t have much else to live for without them.

With a frustrated sigh, Harry made sure nobody was watching him before he apparated away.

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2. Hermione... Weasley...
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 2: Hermione… Weasley…**

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**[AN]** Thanks for the so far positive feedback. The amount of reviews were AMAZING last
chapter. Please keep it up. I really appreciate it, and it makes me want to update more quickly to
continue to hear your opinions.

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Hermione sat in the back row of the Great Hall, slightly slumped in her leather chair and
staring sleepily up at Headmistress McGonagall as she gave the rest of the Hogwarts professors the
start of term overview. Her quill and notepad were lightly gripped in her hand while some of the
other professors scribbled away on their Hogwarts stationary, making sure not to forget any of the
Headmistress’s aims and important mentions.

She knew she shouldn’t be acting so lackadaisical on her first day of technically being a
professor. But she couldn’t help it. She was bloody exhausted. And plus, McGonagall hadn’t quoted
anything vital during her speech. It was just a rant about positive lesson-building, and how to
handle students. She’d remember it. The only interesting thing so far was that students were now
permitted to travel to Hogsmeade on Sundays as well. She knew a few kids who would definitely be
excited about that.

“Which brings us to our last order of business,” McGonagall continued in her high ringing voice.
Except for the remaining of her brown hairs turning to white, sixteen years hadn’t changed the
woman at all. “This year Hogwarts will be getting an exchange student from North America. The Dean
of Avalon Academy of Magic has reached out to me personally with the student’s case and I have
agreed on behalf of the school to accept. The student will be arriving on the boats with the first
years, and shall be sorted as everyone else is. Now, are there any questions on the topics
discussed tonight?”

Hermione expected at least someone to inquire further about this new student, but since everyone
else was staying quiet, she did as well.

“Okay then. That ends tonight’s meeting. I’ll see all of you tomorrow at the feast.”

Hermione didn’t hurry to pack up her blank notepad and other materials sitting underneath her
comfortable chair. As tired as she was, she was in no rush to be getting out of the school. To be
quite honest, she wished that the house elves were done preparing Hermione’s room so that she could
just stay here tonight.

Glancing down to her muggle wrist watch- charmed so that it would work at the school- she
noticed how late it actually was. Surely, her kids would be in bed by now. However, with Ron, she
wasn’t so sure about.

The last thing she wanted to do tonight was get in another argument with him. So why not just
skip out on the possibility completely?

An idea hit her with where she could go, and with renewed vigour she started packing her things
a little more optimistically. Hopefully she could get a decent night’s sleep tonight, since she
hadn’t over the past few weeks.

…

Harry hadn’t moved for the past fifteen minutes. He had no desire to. Right now, he just wanted
to sit on the porch swing and stare out onto the beach. It was a more peaceful atmosphere than
anything he’d been living in the past couple months.

He knew he should be thinking of ways to get back into Ginny’s good graces, but he was sick of
always having to apologize. What he said was what he felt. He didn’t want another baby with her. It
wasn’t because he wouldn’t love another child, it was because he didn’t love…

He sighed. He wished he could turn his brain off. For one night, that’d be nice. To not have to
think about his problems with Ginny, or Ron, or-

“What are you doing here?”

Harry’s head jerked so fast in the direction of Hermione’s voice, his neck audibly cracked.
Hermione winced at the noise, before levelling a curious look at him. It was similar to how she
used to look at him. Gentle, but interested.

Harry swallowed tensely, “What are *you* doing here?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, “I asked you first.”

Harry automatically lowered his eyes in embarrassment. He didn’t have a right to ask her- this
cottage belonged to her, technically. During the summers, Ron liked to invite him, Ginny, and the
boys down for a few weeks. Harry liked it here… and that had nothing to do with the fact that it
reminded him of her. He just liked the peace and quiet.

“I just… needed some time alone,” he finally answered her after a minute.

“Oh,” Hermione nodded. Silence engulfed them. Hermione shifted nervously on her feet, clutching
her briefcase in her hands. Harry went back to staring back out over the dark beach.

“Did… never mind,” Hermione muttered after a few minutes. Harry looked up to her and saw that
her cheeks had turned a light shade of pink. His brow furrowed in curiosity.

“What?” he asked quietly.

Hermione glanced awkwardly at him, “Did you and Ginny have another fight?” Harry wasn’t supposed
to know that she knew about how much he and her sister-in-law fought.

Harry was silent for a moment, staring up at her. He blinked once, before looking away from her
and nodding, “Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Hermione surprised herself with the question. She and Harry
didn’t really talk anymore. Beyond the casual hello, they didn’t talk in depth like they used to
when they were kids. To be honest, it was quite awkward whenever they were left alone together. The
elephant had only gotten bigger with the years. What advice could she truly give him? She was
having enough relationship problems of her own.

Harry let out a deep breath. For a second she wondered if he would just say no, but then he
started to speak, “She thinks having another baby will make us love each other more.”

Hermione instantly regretted her offer to talk. Quietly, she turned away, “And what do you
think?”

“That it won’t,” he muttered flatly.

With a light sigh, she nodded, “I’ll have to agree with that.”

“So what are you doing here?” Harry asked, turning to her.

Hermione shrugged, looking to the ground where she kicked at some sand on the porch, “I don’t
know… I just got out of my meeting and everything. I figured I’d just come here after.”

“I don’t blame you for not wanting to go home to Ron…”

“Excuse me?” Hermione asked sharply.

Harry recoiled. He hadn’t meant to let that slip. He was still unsure if he should even tell her
or not. At least, he knew she deserved to know. But how would she take it from *him*?

“Nothing,” he muttered timorously, “It’s, uh, pretty cool that you’re going to be a professor.”
Perhaps changing the subject away from the dark waters they were heading was the best idea right
now.

Hermione shoulders fell slowly, but she was still looking quizzically at him, “Yeah, I
guess.”

“Even though the boys aren’t too enthralled about it,” Harry muttered with a grin.

Hermione let out a laugh, “Hugo almost cried when I told him. He thinks I’m only going there to
ruin his first year.”

“He’ll get over it.”

“Hope so.”

Harry looked up at her, his smile still hinted on his lips. The topic now was easy enough-
almost comfortable. But for some reason, he couldn’t help himself. Was he the only one who thought
she had ulterior motives for getting a job there?

“So why are you really going there?” he asked after a few quiet moments.

Hermione frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Just that…” Harry sighed. She didn’t bite, so maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. What if he
was just assuming things? It was better just to leave it be than to have Hermione angry with him
too. “Never mind. It’s not my place.”

“It really isn’t,” Hermione said, the hard expression back on her face.

Harry cleared his throat and nodded. He should’ve known better. “I guess I should go if you want
to stay here. It is your guy’s cottage after all.” He stood up from the porch swing, and swiped at
his trousers. He’d do anything to avoid looking her in the eyes.

Hermione shook her head suddenly, “No Harry, you can stay. I should be getting home anyway, make
sure Rose and Hugo are up in the morning…”

Harry glanced up, almost unsure to believe what she’d just said. They looked at each other, both
carefully analyzing, before Harry nodded slowly, “Alright.”

“Good night Harry,” Hermione said quietly, backing away towards stairs.

Harry nodded gruffly, “Good night ‘Mi- Hermione.”

…

With a soft ‘pop’, Hermione appeared into the foyer of her family’s home. Without waiting, she
let out the shuddering breath she’d wanted to release ever since seeing Harry sitting miserably on
the porch of her parent’s old beach house.

She had no idea that Harry went there when he and Ginny were having problems. Was tonight the
first time? No- he looked right at home, sitting there on the porch. Happy, almost. This was the
first night that *she* had tried to escape from being at home. Maybe that explained the
run-in.

Hermione closed her eyes in humiliation as their conversation washed over her again. The
comments he made… it was like he knew, or something. Bloody hell, was she that obvious?

With a slight shake of her head, she knew that wasn’t the reason for it. Even though they didn’t
talk nearly as much, that didn’t mean she thought Harry couldn’t still see straight through her.
Harry had always been able to tell when something was wrong with her. She solved that minor dilemma
by avoiding him by all means. Tonight was the first night they had been all alone in a very long
time, and he knew something was out of the ordinary.

But what did it matter? Even if he suspected something was up, what could he do about it? He
wouldn’t confront Ron and ask if something was wrong with them. First of all, he and Ron never
talked about their relationship, and secondly, Ron had been complaining of how much Harry had been
working for the past few months. Even he didn’t see him that much. He might ask Ginny, but by the
looks of it, they didn’t have a conversation that stretched outside of their marital issues. Plus,
Ginny wouldn’t have a clue. It’s not like Ron broadcasted the truth to his family, or anything.

Hermione let out a sigh, her hopes for a good night’s rest completely dashed. It was getting
late though, so she might as well make the best of it. With a bit of reluctance, she started up the
creaking stairs of the house that had been her home for the past fourteen years.

Once she was at the top, she made her way towards the right of the hall first, out of habit. The
door there was slightly ajar, and had the light of a multicoloured lamp shining through the space.
Hermione didn’t bother knocking as she pushed it open a bit and gazed in on her youngest.

Hugo was sprawled out over his bed asleep, with his mouth wide open and gentle snores rippling
from his chest. Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she watched him from the door. The picture
looked all too familiar; his unmanageable red hair matched the walls splattered with orange posters
of the Chudley Cannons perfectly. There was a murky tank off in the corner of his room with a
single gold fish swimming around monotonously, and the trunk at the end of his bed was spilling
over with wizarding toys that he’d collected throughout the years. Already, he seemed to be
outgrowing his new pair of pyjamas.

Quietly, Hermione made her way through the room and pulled up the duvet bunched up at the end of
his bed, over his sleeping body. She kissed him gently on the forehead before turning and clicking
off the football lamp her father had given him for his last birthday.

Making sure not to trip over the clutter, she made her way back to the door, and into the hall.
Her next stop was a bit further down, but after only a few steps she realized she wouldn’t have to
be so quiet for her.

This time, the door was open, spilling her lamp light all the way into the hall. Hermione
stopped at the edge of her daughter’s room.

Her kids were polar opposites. Where Hugo’s room was filled with quidditch things and
impractical toys from Uncle George, Rose’s room was a perfect imitation of Hermione’s when she was
her age. A solid wall of bookshelves took up the opposite side of the room. Beyond that, it was all
neatly organized, giving way to a few select pictures of her family sitting on her desk.

Hermione could make out Rose’s read hair sticking out from the edges of a large book sitting on
top of her chest as she laid in bed. She watched her for a moment, before knocking lightly on the
door frame.

Immediately, Rose moved to peer around the book. She smiled when she saw her mother, “Mum?”

Hermione smiled back, coming further into the room and sitting down on the edge of her bed,
“What are you still doing up?”

“Summer reading assignment…” Rose answered, with a little shrug.

“Oh,” Hermione replied, watching as she marked her page and closed the book. She set it beside
her before sitting up.

“How was the meeting?” she asked in interest. Despite the boys’ displeasure, Rose was actually
quite happy that her mum would be joining them at Hogwarts this year. She always missed her the
most out of the nine months that they were separate.

Hermione pulled her cheek back, “It was… definitely interesting. It made me feel old, sitting in
there with some of my old professors.”

“Mum, you’re only 35,” Rose said an assuring smile.

Hermione quirked her eyebrow, “Almost 36.”

“Still. I think it’s pretty awesome that you’re a professor that young.”

Hermione smiled genuinely, “Thanks baby. You want to know something cool?”

“What?”

“McGonagall has agreed to include Sundays in Hogsmeade weekends.”

Rose grinned knowingly, “I bet you Sirius will be the most thrilled about that, seeing as this
year will be his first time visiting the village.”

“I’m sure that boy has snuck in before,” Hermione answered indifferently.

Rose laughed, “You’re probably right. What else happened?”

Hermione tilted her head back and forth for a moment before remembering the other interesting
topic, “Oh, and Hogwarts is getting an exchange student from North America.”

“Really?” Rose asked curiously.

Hermione nodded, “Yep, but Professor McGonagall didn’t say if it was a boy or a girl, or what
year they were in.”

“That’s cool,” Rose said, “Hogwarts has never had an exchange student before, huh?”

Hermione shrugged impassively, “I’ve never heard of one, but I’m sure it has.”

“I hope they’re nice, whoever they are,” Rose muttered, with a wistful look.

Hermione nodded before giving her daughter a dubious look, “So did I miss anything at Grandma
and Grandpa’s?”

Rose shook her head in obvious disinterest, “Not really. Hugo got mad that he wasn’t allowed to
fly by himself, even though Dad said he could. Grandma grabbed him in time though. She said if you
found out about it, that you’d murder Dad.”

“I guess it’s a good thing that I don’t have to kill anyone tonight,” Hermione muttered wryly.
All kidding aside, even the mental picture of Hugo up on a broom by herself made her anxious. She
probably *would’ve* wrung Ron’s throat if he had allowed him to go up by himself.

Rose let out a laugh, “Other than that, James and Albi ran around with Uncle George all night
long playing pranks, Abby cried like eight times throughout the night because Uncle Percy didn’t
let her bring her pygmy puff, and Vicky painted her nails and bragged to the rest of us about how
many boys she’d gotten it on with this summer…”

Hermione raised her eyebrows in faux enthusiasm, “So pretty uneventful?”

Rose smiled, “I guess. Uncle Harry wasn’t there though…”

Hermione forced herself to keep her expression from faltering, “I’m sure he had a lot of work to
take care of.”

“Yeah,” Rose agreed easily before turning back to Hermione. She gave her mother an inquisitive
look, “Has Dad been having to do extra work at the office? It seems like lately he’s been really
busy at work too.”

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. It took a moment, but eventually Hermione look away and
cleared her throat, “Yeah, he’s been busy…”

“I think he’s mad that you’re going to be staying at Hogwarts this year,” Rose muttered timidly,
almost afraid to broach the topic.

Hermione frowned. She hadn’t told either of her kids about her decision to stay in a teacher’s
quarters at Hogwarts yet, “How’d you know about that?”

Rose glanced awkwardly to the corner of her room, before giving her mother a sheepish look, “Uh,
Dad let it slip at dinner.”

Hermione closed her eyes, a frustrated sigh unwillingly emanating from her chest, “Great…” she
mumbled.

Rose twisted her bed spread nervously in her fingers. She wasn’t sure if it was entirely
appropriate to ask her mum this, but she was curious as to the behaviour she’d observed from her
over the past few weeks. “Mum? Are you and Dad, like, having problems?”

“We’re fine Rose,” Hermione responded automatically.

Rose bit her lip, “You would tell me though, right? I mean, I’m almost sixteen.”

“You just turned fifteen,” Hermione corrected her, “Please don’t remind me how old you’re
getting…”

“Am I old enough to be a confidante?” she asked next, a hopeful glint in her eye.

“Confidante?” Hermione repeated with a frown, “Who would you need to be a confidante to?”

Rose shrugged innocently, “You.”

Hermione gave her daughter a probing look, “Rose, I promise that if there’s anything you needed
to know about your dad and I, I would tell you.” Hermione hoped Rose’s perception was blurred,
maybe by the late hour, or by her tiredness. For a fifteen year old, she was awfully observant of
people’s moods and behaviours. And Hermione just wasn’t ready to tell her everything she knew. Why
upset her now when she’d have a semester at Hogwarts to think about how she’d explain it? It wasn’t
worth the drama now, and as a fifteen year old girl, there were much more important things she
should be concerned about instead.

It took a few moments, but eventually Rose nodded and gave her mum a sleepy smile, “Okay. I
believe you.”

“Good. Now, you should get to sleep,” Hermione said, taking the book next to her and setting it
on her nightstand.

“I already have my trunk ready for tomorrow though,” Rose protested, her eyes following the
book.

“Well, it’s going to take two of us to wake Hugo up in the morning. You can’t leave me to do
that all by myself.”

Rose sighed in defeat, “You make a fair point.”

“Goodnight love,” Hermione smiled, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

Rose kissed her back before falling against the pillows, “Night Mum.”

Hermione gave her one last smile before snapping her fingers, and diminishing the light from the
room.

…

Hermione jumped as another loud snore sounded through the room. She shot a glare at Ron from her
closet, as he laid asleep on their bed. He was still dressed in his party robes, and hadn’t moved a
muscle when Hermione came in and turned on the lights to get ready for bed. Looks like it was going
to be another uncomfortable night sleeping in the guest bedroom for her.

She sighed, ripping her eyes away from the man she was married to. She didn’t know how she’d
explain it to her kids that she was leaving Ron. Honestly, she’d only just come to terms with it
herself. When the position at Hogwarts opened up, it was like a sign from God telling her that she
needed to go.

The talk with Harry kept running through her mind. It was hard to talk to him like they were old
friends. The last *honest* casual conversation they’d had alone like that was over fifteen
years ago. Hermione closed her eyes, remembering the days she’d considered the worst of her
life…

*~~~*

*“How long have you been back?” Harry asked her, a harsh look starting to form in his
emotional eyes. The loud music and boisterous yells from inside the party at Seamus and Dean’s flat
were making it hard to stare into them, but Hermione knew that if she looked away, he would lose
it.*

*So she bit her lip and shrugged, “Only about a week.”*

*“Where’d you go?” he questioned brusquely.*

*Hermione closed her eyes for a brief second. She knew that this wasn‘t going to be easy. But
she owed him this- an explanation, if that’s what it was. “I was in France for most of the time. My
family has a flat in Paris.”*

*“You know, you could’ve been fucking dead for all I knew…”*

*Hermione took a deep breath and nodded, “I know, but I’m not dead.”*

*“I could’ve been dead,” Harry continued, taking an angry step forward, “But you obviously
didn’t care to know that.”*

*She shook her head, suddenly feeling the need to defend herself. She knew that what she had
done was unforgivable, but still, she couldn’t handle him thinking that she simply didn’t care
anymore, “Harry, I- I haven’t been… normal… for the past few months. I haven’t given any focus to
anyone. Except,” she finished mutantly, tears instantly pricking her eyes.*

*Harry opened his mouth to respond. He wanted to tell her everything; that they should’ve gone
through that together, that he hadn’t been normal either, that he still wanted her…*

*However, no matter how much he wanted to tell her all that, no words came out.*

*“So you’re with Ginny now?” Hermione asked after a few minutes of silence.*

*“I-I…” Harry stood there, fumbling like a fish out of water for a moment before he finally
shook his head and gave her a narrowed look, “You said you didn’t want to be with me! I waited,
but-”*

*“Harry, I’m not asking for an explanation from you. I’m glad that you’re with Ginny. I’m
happy that you’re… moving on…”*

*“Are you moving on?” Harry asked, giving her a penetrating stare. All he needed was one hint
that she still loved him, and he would leave Ginny in an instant to be back with her. The truth was
that no matter how much he liked Ginny, he could never love someone else the way he loved
Hermione.*

*Hermione bit her lip. Harry was just about to ask if that was a sign of hesitation before she
nodded, “Yeah… I think I am…”*

*“With Ron?” he asked numbly.*

*Hermione shrugged. Now she really couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eyes, “I didn’t
expect for him to be this good to me, you know? He- he knows how to put a smile on my face. I think
I need that right now.”*

*Harry wanted to roll his eyes. He wanted to tell her that being in a relationship was more
work than just having the ability to make the other smile. What happened to Ron and Hermione
fighting like cats and dogs all of the time? Now it was that he was making her smile?*

*Personally, Harry thought she was being naïve. Ron would never be able to handle all the shit
they went through. Ron could never get to know her on the level he knew her.*

*“But Harry?” Hermione spoke quietly after a few seconds.*

*“What?”*

*“I-I…”*

*“What?” he asked again, this time softly.*

*Hermione scuffed her shoe on the pavement, “It’s just… now that I’m back, and we’ll be seeing
more of each other… I-I’d like for us to try and be friends again.”*

*“Friends?” Harry repeated. They’d always been friends, but now the word tasted like poison to
him.*

*Hermione bit her lip again, “Please.”*

*Harry scoffed under his breath, turning to look off into the distance, “Yeah.
Friends…”*

*~~~*

Hermione closed her eyes, remembering that night sixteen years ago. She’d been so nervous to see
him that night, especially with the ulterior knowledge that he and Ginny were seeing each other.
The whole friends plea truly came out of nowhere… but it didn’t matter anyway. They’d never worked
to make that agreement come true.

And that was the sad reality. Harry and Hermione were not friends. They were simply married to a
brother and a sister. Their kids were cousins. That was as far as their relationship went.

Hermione let out another sigh as she reached into the bottom of her dresser drawer and pulled
out the small three by four picture, charmed for her eyes only.

Though, it would be a lie if Hermione said that she hadn’t wished for things to be different
back then.

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Again, I hope it was bearable. If it’s not clear already, then I’d like to assure you that even
though they’re married, their won’t be tons of H/G, Hr/R interaction. Next chapter’s Hogwarts!



3. Back to Hogwarts
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 3: Back to Hogwarts**

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**[AN]** Thanks for the support! It really does help motivate me to update.

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Hugo ripped his hand out of his mother’s grasp for what must’ve been the thousandth time that
morning. Hermione shot her son a sheepish smile as he gave her yet another irritated look.

“Mum, stop! People are going to think I’m a first year,” Hugo groaned, squaring his shoulders
and giving his mother a defiant look. Despite the uncanny resemblance to Ron, he looked quite like
Hermione doing so.

She raised her eyebrow, “Love, you *are* a first year.”

Hugo glanced from side to side of the crowded platform, hoping that no one had heard her and
trying to come up with a quick comeback. After a minute though, he gave her another frustrated
look, “Don’t say that word so loud!”

Hermione rolled her eyes calmly, and opted to put her hand on his shoulder while starting to
push him forward again. She turned back to Rose standing beside her, thankful that she hadn’t
bothered to comment on her brother’s impudence, and nodded her forward as well. Rose sent her a
little smile in understanding, and started to push her way through the thick crowd of hugging
parents and students. She was appreciative that they had already sent their trunks to be loaded
onto the train. It would’ve been hell trying to push a trolley through the mass of bodies.

Despite the chaos around them, Hermione couldn’t help but smile proudly at Rose, who had her new
prefect’s badge pinned to the front of her robes already. While her appointment may have gone
overlooked by the rest of the Weasley’s (Victoire had been named head girl this year, and James was
now the youngest Gryffindor quidditch captain in over five decades), Hermione was the most proud of
her daughter’s achievement. No one deserved it more, in her opinion.

“I wonder if James and Al are here yet…” Hugo said once they reached the train, searching
throughout the families to see if his cousins were somewhere about.

“I’m sure they’re around here somewhere, Hugh,” Ron told his son, looking around in a similar
fashion.

Hermione chanced a look back to her husband, a bit annoyed that now he’d put in a few convincing
words. She was up bright and early trying to make sure Rose and Hugo were all set and ready to go.
Rose hadn’t required much assistance, but between trying to get Hugo out of bed, packing his
things, arguing with him over whether or not he could hide his broom in his trunk, making
breakfast, and trying to shuffle Ron out of bed as well, it would’ve been nice to have had his help
then. It was frustrating beyond belief to see that *now* he had found his energy.

With a short sigh, she turned back to her children, bending slightly so Hugo could hear her
better, “Alright you two, be good on the train. Rosie, make sure your brother doesn’t get lost or
in trouble-”

“Come on, Hermione, let the kid have his fun,” Ron interjected haughtily, sending Hugo an
indiscrete wink. Hermione was in the middle of giving him an incredulous glare, when Ron cut her
off as something further down the platform caught his eye, “Hey, I see Oliver. Be right back
honey.”

Hermione ignored him as she turned back to Hugo. “I’ll be fine, Mum,” he assured her, giving her
an exasperated look.

Hermione nodded, knowing that if she said anything else on the matter, her son would probably
lose his patience entirely. Instead, she straightened and turned to her daughter, “Rose, you have
some money for the trolley?”

“Yep, we’re all set.”

“Why can’t I hold on to the money?” Hugo protested, stomping his foot.

“Because,” Hermione answered curtly.

“That’s not an answer!”

Rose couldn’t hold her tongue any longer. Her brother’s whining was something she’d learned to
ignore over the years, but she had trouble doing so when he was acting like a spoiled brat, “Hugo,
you’ve either lost or swindled away all of the money you’ve ever been given. That’s why.”

“Shut up Rose!” he shouted angrily at her, his ears now a shining red.

“You shut up-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Hermione interposed with a warning tone in her voice, “You better go get
yourself a compartment before they’re all taken up.”

Hugo smirked, again looking at his sister, “Yeah Rosie. You better go save yourself an empty one
since you have no friends to sit with.”

Rose’s irritated glare flattened over into a dejected expression. Hermione knew his comment had
hurt her, and immediately she decided she’d had enough.

She bent, leaning towards Hugo with a dangerous glint in her eyes, “I *can* give you a
detention Hugo. Or, I can tell the troll you’re going to have to battle to be extra rough…”

Her threat worked instantly as her son’s face drained of colour, “Mum-”

“Go say goodbye to your father,” Hermione cut him off, pointing down the platform in Ron’s
direction while not breaking eye contact, “I’ll see you two tonight at the feast.”

“Fine,” Hugo grumbled, clearly disappointed that he hadn’t been given the chance to convince his
mother to renounce her threat. Without another word to his mum or sister, Hugo hurried off in the
direction Ron had went.

Straightening up, Hermione watched him go, wanting to make sure that he didn’t make any detours.
After a couple of moments, she sighed and turned back to Rose.

“I’m sure someone will already be in the prefect’s cabin if you want to head straight there,”
she suggested gently. She didn’t want Rose to think that she was being sympathetic towards her, but
she also didn’t like the idea of Rose sitting alone for six hours. Rose’s reserved nature was
another thing she had inherited from mother. And even though Hermione loved her daughter the way
she was, she understood that other kids didn’t take on as well to her bookish behaviour.

Rose sighed, “I’ll be fine Mum.”

Hermione nodded understandingly. She smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind Rose’s ear, “I’m
proud of you, love. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye,” Rose mumbled, heading off in the same direction as Hugo to say goodbye to her father.

Hermione watched her go, hoping that Ron wouldn’t say anything to make it worse for her.

…

Harry let his waving hand drop to his side after the Hogwarts Express disappeared from view. He
couldn’t believe that his oldest son was already going into his O.W.L. year. Time really did seem
to fly by once you got older. It seemed like it was only yesterday when he was introducing James to
his first broom, and now look at him. Youngest quidditch captain in over fifty years. And Al,
already heading into his third year…

Harry sighed to himself, letting the nostalgic smile slip off his face. Now that his boys were
gone, it was back to reality. That sadly didn’t hold any apparent happiness for him.

With his expression a bit more sullen, Harry turned, ready to find Ginny and head home. He
needed to get back to the office so he could finish the paper work he offered to do while Belby was
on holiday…

His thoughts were interrupted as angry voices broke into his reverie. He slowly turned to his
right, realizing that they were coming from behind a stone pillar standing off in the deserted
corner of the platform. He didn’t bother to resist the lure that pulled him towards the fighting
voices. Something about them sounded awfully familiar.

He made it to the blockade within a few strides. He wondered for a moment if he was intruding on
someone’s privacy, but then he brushed the thought off. His curiosity got the better of him, and as
nonchalantly as possible, he moved to glance around the corner.

“Ron, I don’t have time to discuss this right now-”

“I’m not letting you go until you let me explain!”

“You’re not letting me go? You don’t own me Ronald,” Hermione spat, her face as vivid red as his
hair, “And there’s nothing for you to explain- I know what I saw.”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he realized what fight he was eavesdropping on. So she
*did* know. Harry felt quite satisfied that he didn’t have to worry about telling his once
best friend about her husband’s infidelity anymore. Even more, he felt quite… *proud*… that
she was standing up to him. And despite this settling feeling of gratefulness and such, it didn’t
satiate his curiosity to hear more.

“Sweetheart, that wasn’t what it looked like-”

“No, I’m sure both your trousers disappeared on accident and you two just fell into that
position…”

“Stephanie jumped me! I was shocked and by the time I figured to do something about it,
you-”

“That’s the best excuse you could come up with?” Hermione cut him off, raising an amused
eyebrow. Harry wondered what she found funny about this situation, but forgot about it as Ron shook
his head.

“Hermione, I love you. This is just a small set back. I’m sure if you just decide to stay at
home we can work on our relationship while the kids are at school.”

This time, Hermione was the one shaking her head, “That’s just it Ron, I’m sick of being the
only one that tries. I refuse to keep ignoring our failing marriage.”

“Oh so this is all my fault?!” Ron shouted, suddenly angry. Harry’s fist clenched instinctively,
“You want to act like you don’t keep secrets from me?”

Hermione glared, “I’m not the one who cheated, now am I?”

“You want to destroy our family over something as minor as that? The kids will never forgive you
for it, you know.”

Anger coursed through him as Ron finished his sentence. Harry couldn’t listen anymore. The nerve
of him to turn the situation on her and play the victim! The bastard should be on his hands and
knees *begging* for Hermione to take him back!

Without thinking, Harry called out, “RON!”

Both Ron and Hermione turned around with startled and confused looks. Hermione instantly paled
when she saw Harry staring at them.

The raven haired wizard panicked for a brief second. His impulse hadn’t given way to a plan, but
after a moment, he cleared his throat roughly, “Er, didn’t you say you had to be getting to work at
eleven? It’s 11:10.”

“I-I…” Ron spluttered, still staring in shock at Harry. Finally his shoulders sagged as he
appeared to sigh, “Yeah. We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered, turning back to Hermione.

Harry was thankful that he didn’t try to touch her. He didn’t think he would’ve been able to
keep his cool if he’d had to see that.

“Have fun at work,” Hermione told him levelly, in a polite tone. Even though her voice was clear
of it, Harry could see the sarcasm in her eyes. Ron shot her a look before turning. He didn’t look
at Harry as he walked away.

As soon as he was lost amongst the midst of the departing throngs of parents, Hermione nervously
glanced back to Harry. She wasn’t surprised to see him still giving her a penetrating stare.

Fortunately, Hermione wasn’t forced to say anything to smooth over the awkward tension, because
Ginny walked up to Harry a second later.

“Merlin, Lee can be way too talkative sometimes… Hermione, you’re still here?” Ginny asked,
giving the brunette a confused look.

It took a second for Hermione to tear her eyes away from Harry. She looked back to Ginny edgily,
“Oh, yeah…”

Ginny smiled kindly, oblivious to the tension between her husband and sister-in-law, “Do you
have time to join us for brunch or anything before you head off?”

Almost too quickly, Hermione shook her head, “Sorry Gin, but I need to be getting to school.
I’ve got lessons to prepare and things…”

“Well, try and take an easy on the students this year, Professor,” Ginny told her, giving her an
impish grin. Harry refrained from rolling his eyes. Just last night, she was giving Hermione shit
for going to Hogwarts.

Hermione gave her a half-hearted smile. “We’ll see. Bye Ginny… Bye Harry,” she added, her eyes
timidly meeting his. Harry didn’t give any impression that he heard her, only continued to bore his
eyes into hers, hoping to see through the walls she’d built up over the years.

Hermione recognized his gaze, and immediately tore her eyes away from him. She knew he’d have
questions, but she was in no way ready to answer them.

Ginny smiled and waved at her, while Harry only continued to stare. Itching to escape, Hermione
moved past them and hurried off through the crowd as quickly as possible.

…

“James! Al!” Hugo exclaimed, pulling open the door to the compartment that his favourite cousins
were sitting in. Rose waited nervously behind her brother, unsure whether she should wait to see if
her cousins would want her to sit with them, or continue on in search for her own compartment.

James turned away from the pretty girl he was currently talking to, and smiled up at the pair of
them, “Hey Hugo, hey Rosie.”

“Hi guys,” Rose replied, less exuberantly than her brother, but happy to see them all the
same.

“Care to join us?”

Rose hesitated for a only a second before nodding, “Sure. Everywhere else is full.”

Rose could feel the eyes of the two other girls in the compartment staring at her as James
scooted aside so that she could sit down. This was the reason she’d been hesitant to enter. She
didn’t know if Karina Edgecombe and Harleen Watermouth purposefully tried to make her feel
unwelcome, or if it was just their natural ability to. Whatever the case though, she always felt
uncomfortable around them; like she was being placed under a microscope, waiting to be picked
apart.

“You don’t even know how excited I am to get there and learn all the secret passages…” Hugo said
excitedly, plopping down next to Albus.

The red-haired Potter tossed aside the comic he had been reading, and shared a conspiratorial
grin with him, “James nicked the Marauder’s Map from Dad’s office a couple weeks ago.”

Hugo’s eyes bugged out, “Really?!”

“Yeah,” James nodded with a debonair grin, “I couldn’t find his invisibility cloak though.”

“That’s so cool,” Hugo whispered, now practically foaming at the mouth.

“I hope you guys aren’t planning on using that after hours,” Rose quipped warningly, “I mean,
with Mum there now-”

“Wouldn’t that be more of a reason for them to break rules?” asked the blonde Karina Edgecombe
that had been talking with James previously. She stared blatantly at Rose, appraising her with a
condescending sneer, “Your Mum will be able to just get them out of it.”

“But she won’t,” Rose answered her with a frown.

“What kind of mum wouldn’t-”

“It’s just that my aunt Hermione isn’t like that,” James mediated. He shrugged tolerably, “She
believes in rules.”

Harleen smirked, “Just as much as perfect prefect Weasley does.”

Rose’s expression flattened over again as everyone in the compartment turned to stare down at
the small badge pinned to the front of her robes.

“Probably shouldn’t have said anything in front of her,” Hugo said to James, looking indignantly
over his sister, “Knowing her, she’ll go to Mum and tattle.”

“Nah, Rose wouldn’t do that, would you Rosie?” James asked her, gently nudging her side. Out of
all of their other cousins, James was really the only one that seemed to be okay with Rose’s
appetite for following the rules.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Rose mumbled.

Without saying anything else, she picked up the book bag she had dropped by her feet, and stood
up. She opened the compartment door and exited, knowing that their gossiping whispers would
undoubtedly follow.

Her head was lowered as she made her way down the familiar path leading to the girl’s loos. She
was taken by surprise as a body collided with hers a couple of seconds later. Instantly, she looked
up preparing to make a hasty apology when she met the steely eyes of Scorpius Malfoy.

“S-Sorry,” she muttered after what seemed like hours of staring at him.

“Get out of the way, Weasley,” snarled Jerome Parkinson, a sixth year Slytherin, and Scorpius’s
best mate.

“Sorry,” she muttered again, still looking up at Scorpius.

“*Sorry*,” mocked Jerome, before laughing uproariously and brushing past Rose. He turned
and waited for his friend to follow. Scorpius paused for a moment before blinking, and following
his mate up the corridor.

Rose stood stock still for a couple of minutes, completely oblivious to the roaring of the
train, or the loud voices of the students hanging outside of their compartments. She didn’t know
why, but she never could seem to function right after coming into contact with Scorpius Malfoy. It
had always been like that, ever since she had first seen him in her first year. She blamed it on
the eyes. There was something about them, like they could read her mind at any chosen moment…

She blushed red at the thought of what he would find there.

After another couple of minutes passed, Rose took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing
heart beat. She glanced behind her, but saw that the boy sure to invade her thoughts for the rest
of the train ride was gone.

…

Deputy Headmaster Canteford Denham led the first years into Great Hall. Hugo’s head of bright
red hair stood out in the group of nervous new students. Hermione grinned to herself as she watched
him stare fretfully amongst the rest of the students once Professor Denham had stopped them at the
front of the hall. As he pulled out the scroll of parchment, and motioned behind him towards the
sorting hat, Hermione let her gaze drift from her son towards the other new students. Not to her
immediate surprise, they all looked quite small and young. She couldn’t detect any sign of the
intended transfer student that was supposed to be sorted in with them. Maybe the student was
actually a first year…

“When I call your name,” Professor Denham’s stern voice called out, “you will come up and sit on
the stool. I will place the hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.”

Hermione grinned, thoughts of the transfer student forgotten, as she watched her son’s shoulders
sag in relief over the fact that there would be no troll to battle.

“Ptolemy Abernathy…”

She watched on respectfully as Professor Denham went through the list of names. Hermione
applauded cordially after every sorting, but a wistful smile came over her face after each
Gryffindor first-year was sorted.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Hugo was called.

“Hugo Weasley.”

Hermione watched as a disgruntled look came over Hugo’s face as Professor Denham set the hat
upon his head. It didn’t take too long though,

“GRYFFINDOR!”

Hermione couldn’t help but beam along with her son as he jumped off the stool with an eager
smile on his face and ran towards the Gryffindor table. She noticed Rose scoot over to make a spot
for him, and was happy to see Hugo take it.

It only took a few more minutes for Denham to finish up the sorting. After Headmistress
McGonagall made her beginning of the year speech, Hermione turned to Neville, the Herbology
professor, with a curious look.

“Do you know if the transfer student was sorted?”

Neville set down his goblet and shook his head, “I’m pretty sure all of the names called were on
the Hogwarts’ registry.”

“Huh…” Hermione sounded, turning back towards the students.

“Maybe the student had trouble getting on the train or something,” Neville shrugged.

She shrugged too, “Yeah, maybe.”

Neville gave her a little smile before turning his attention back to Professor McGonagall.

Hermione spent an extra second staring at her old friend. She wondered how he managed to keep so
comfortable sitting up here, with all those kids staring curiously up at them. To be fair, he had
been at this longer than she had, but still. She envied his collectedness.

Hermione was just reaching for her own goblet when the Headmistress turned to look at her.

“We have a new professor joining our staff this year. Please join me in welcoming Professor
Hermione Granger, our new transfiguration teacher.”

The hall clapped politely while a few kids from the Gryffindor table- undoubtedly members of the
Weasley clan- whistled for her.

A courteous smile spread over her face as she waved down at the hall. She knew she was acting
cowardly, but her bravado refused to let her look down to her two kids. If she had, she would’ve
seen their confused, frowning faces, staring up in shock at her from what she was introduced
as.

…

Not even two seconds after Professor McGonagall had dismissed them, the hall was a jumble of
students, all eager to get to their houses.

One student in particular though, was heading in the opposite direction that the general mass
was moving in. After minutes of politely trying to push her way through the crowds, Rose finally
broke free of the barrier and headed straight for her mother.

“Mum?” she called out to Hermione, who was making her way with the rest of the professors toward
the door that led off to the teacher’s lounge.

Hermione tried to repress her sigh when she saw her daughter, “Yeah?”

“What…” Rose started, stopping a few feet away from her and shaking her head awkwardly. Hermione
bit her lip, before slowly closing the distance between them. She knew what that disorderly
expression meant.

“W-Why are you going by your maiden name?” Rose finally managed to ask.

Hermione put a comforting hand on her shoulder, “There's a lot of Weasley's here, Rose.
I just didn't want other students to get distracted because of my last name, you
know?”

“But they already know your my mum…” Rose refuted, again shaking her head.

Hermione tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, hoping that the gesture would relax her worries,
“It's just for appearances sake, Rose. Professor McGonagall was actually the one to recommend I
do it.”

“Oh…” Rose muttered, starting to calm down. “So like, everything's really okay with you and
Dad?”

“Yep.”

Rose raised an eyebrow in perfect imitation of her, “Mum-”

“Shouldn't you be heading off with the first year Gryffindors?” Hermione cut her off,
pointing off towards the entrance of the hall where she recognized a group of younger students
standing with an older boy dressed in Gryffindor robes, obviously searching around for the other
Gryffindor prefect.

“Oh, right!” Rose muttered in a sudden air of panic, snapping her head around to the front of
the hall. She turned back quickly to her mother, “Well, night Mum.”

“Night Rose,” Hermione said, pecking her on the forehead before she could start running away,
“I'll see you in the morning. Tell your brother I love him when you see him.”

“Okay. Love you!”

Hermione bit her lip as she watched her turn and hurry back towards the bewildered group of
Gryffindors. She knew her daughter was too perceptive for her own good… and she did understand that
she’d have to tell her eventually. But term was just starting. Rose, and Hugo, didn’t need
distractions. Whatever honest conversation Hermione may want to have with her kids… It’d have to
wait.

“I love you too, Rosie.”

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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 4: New Student**

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Hermione let out a slow breath, staring out over the twenty-three students sitting before her,
reading through their new texts. The start of class had gone by rather easily. She was a bit
anxious to start with sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins, figuring that they would be the most
rambunctious since they were coming back from their O.W.L. year. They had been somewhat noisy
coming in, but had settled once the bell rang and she called for their attention. Thankfully, they
had mostly kept their questions about her relationship with Rose and the rest of the Weasley’s to a
minimum.

She was quite excited to progress through her lesson plans for all the students. She’d spent a
great deal of time trying to come up with new and interesting ways to learn the topics within
Transfiguration, and was keen to see if the students would react well to her different method.
Right now, they were reading through chapter one of the text (since of course, reading was still an
integral part of the course). Afterwards, Hermione had planned for them to take their wands out and
start reviewing some of their favourite charms from last year. Her first order of business was to
make sure all of the students were on the same level as everyone else.

She was just about to reprimand two Slytherins near the back for whispering, before the doors to
the classroom opened. Professor Denham unceremoniously strode through, a file clutched tightly in
his hands. Hermione’s eyebrows knitted together as he approached her desk.

“Morning Granger,” he said once he arrived in front of her desk.

Hermione nodded in response, “Canteford. Is something wrong?”

The greying older man waved his hand airily before tossing the file down in front of her, “Our
transfer student just arrived this morning.”

“Oh?” Hermione asked, straightening a little in her seat. She had wondered what had happened to
the poor kid. Got lost, she had assumed.

“She was taken to the Headmistress's office to be sorted. Another Gryffindor…”

Hermione grinned, “You say that like it's a bad thing. So where is she?”


“She showed up in street clothes so I showed her to the girls loo so she could get changed into he
robes. Americans…” he trailed off once more, his tone dripping with irritation. There really was no
pleasing the once-Ravenclaw.

Hermione bit back her remark and nodded curtly, “Right. And this is her file?” She glanced down
with renewed interest as she moved to open the manila folder.

“Yes. There's a slip in here that she'll need to have signed by all of her professors to
ensure that she was attending her classes. Also, I wanted to let you know that she didn't
purchase any of her course books for the year. She's missing a lot of her materials, so until
she can order all of her things, Minerva has agreed to just let her borrow her books
temporarily.”

Hermione nodded enthusiastically, “That shouldn't be a problem for me- I have plenty of
extra books.”

“You do, don't you?” he asked dryly, his lip curling a bit- maybe in a jealous annoyance- as
he took in the surfeit of books rowed neatly behind her desk.

The sound of the door opening interrupted the man’s study of her collection, and stopped
Hermione from opening the new student’s file. As she looked up, Professor Denham turned around in
front of her, blocking her view of the doorway.

“Ah, you made it,” he greeted, the hint of exasperation still present in his tone. Hermione
noticed the other students turn in their seats, all with apparent looks of interest planted on
their faces.

As she recognized the students footfalls approaching the desk, she returned to the folder and
opened it quickly, hoping to see her name written somewhere.

However, before she could read anything, a flash of robes out of the top corner of her vision
made her aware that the student was already standing before her. Preparing to ask sheepishly what
her name was, she looked up to face the girl.

All at once, Hermione’s heart stopped, her stomach dropped, her eyes bulged, and her breath
caught in her throat. It was as if a truck- a *big* truck- had waylaid her as her eyes looked
into the face of the transfer.

Hermione’s mind immediately jumped to a conclusion, although the odds ruled against her a
million to one. But the evidence to her hopes and dreams were standing right in front of her! How
else could it be? And if so, was life really that cruel to invent an almost exact replica? Those
high cheekbones, the lips, the nose, the eyebrows, the *hair*… it was like looking at a
picture of herself twenty years ago. *Or*, looking at the object of her cherished three by
four, 16 and a half years later…

No, life wasn’t cruel. Life was a beautiful, angel-giving patron. Hermione barely noticed when
her angel spoke.

“Uh, yeah,” she answered Denham awkwardly, her voice somewhat raspy to start, but undoubtedly
American.

Professor Denham nodded, sparing her a polite smile. He turned back to Hermione, “Amia, this is
your Transfiguration teacher, Professor Granger.”

Amia gave her a short nod, but didn’t meet Hermione’s still staring eyes, “Hi.”

A strangled sound emitted from the back of Hermione’s throat, but after that she went back to
gazing wholeheartedly at the slightly taller and tanner version of her youth self. Okay, so maybe
it wasn’t her Lillian Jane, but a name was only a name. *They* could’ve winded up calling her
Destiny, for all she knew.

Professor Denham nodded curtly, not caring to worry over Hermione’s baffled look, “Well,
I'll leave you to it. Amia, I can take your bag and have it sent up to your dormitory-”


“I'd actually rather hold onto it,” she cut him off, clutching the faded navy backpack she was
holding closer to her chest.

“Alright…” he replied sceptically, this time shooting a look back to Hermione. She, however,
remained frozen, her eyes still glued to Amia’s face. Denham cleared his throat before turning back
to the girl, “If you have any questions, I'm sure Professor Granger will be able to help
you.”

Amia nodded and didn’t say anything else as the older man turned to leave. Hermione didn’t
digest that she looked somewhat hesitant as she turned to look back at her.

“So…” she muttered, glancing to the right where a couple Slytherin boys were blatantly ogling
her. One of her eyebrows raised as she turned back to Hermione, “Should I sit down, or
something?”


Hermione jolted at her words, immediately wanting to deny the opportunity for Amia to move away
from her. For the first time, her eyes looked away from Amia and back down to her desk, “Uh, no...
I-I need to get you a book and s-sign your file…” Her mind was completely scattered as she started
fiddling with the papers in her file, all the while fighting off the urge to turn and stare at her
some more. What if she suddenly disappeared? Did she really want to take that risk?

“Oh.”

She faltered for a brief moment at the sound of her voice. Though, upon Amia’s bewildered look,
Hermione stood suddenly from her desk.

“Book…” she mumbled to herself, hastily turning around and heading back for a bookshelf to the
left of her desk. It took her a couple seconds to find her the best sixth year text available. Her
robes whirled around her in a tailspin as she turned back just as quickly, the book clutched
protectively to her chest.

“Here you…” she stopped short as she saw Amia looking of towards her right, back to the boys who
were trying to grab her attention earlier. She had the corner of her lip caught delicately between
her teeth. A gasp escaped Hermione as she wondered to herself how many times she had bit her lip
just like that.

Upon her involuntary sound, Amia turned back to her. Hermione noted that, as opposed to the shy
look she adorned from glancing at the boys last time, she looked more consenting this time as she
turned from them. That alone sent of a cannon blast of questions in Hermione’s head. Did she like
the boys’ attention? She was beautiful, even with shaded circles under her eyes, so she probably
got plenty of acknowledgement from other blokes. Would it be hard for her to make friends in
Gryffindor if she started to like a Slytherin boy? Would she-

Before Hermione could allow herself to complete her thought, she abruptly jabbed the book out in
Amia’s direction.

“Thanks,” she said as she took the book.

Hermione sucked in a ragged breath. She had manners. But she still wasn’t making eye contact.
What did that mean? Was she nervous around adults? Unsure of herself? Did it give way to a lifetime
of insecurities? But what did she have to be insecure about?

“So…” Amia spoke, instantly breaking Hermione from her thoughts. She sounded just as hesitant as
before, “Are you going to sign my file now?”

Hermione blinked, once more feeling jolted, “Right! Right…” She sat- more like plopped- back
into her chair and started sorting through the papers in her file. After a second, Hermione noticed
that the first page was her educational history, and the second was her personal information.

Nervously, her eyes shot down to the bold letters that read ‘*Name’*. The truck slammed
back into her as she read the last of the three words.

“C-Cooper? Your last name is Cooper?”

“Yep,” she responded absently, now staring over her, probably at the library of books.

Hermione stiffly looked back down to the paper, that was now shaking in her trembling hands. Her
eyes pricked with tears, but she blinked them away, and eagerly started reading over her
information again.

She wanted to let out a sob as she read her date of birth. *January 21st, 1993.*
All of this couldn’t be just a coincidence. Her wildest dreams *had* to be coming true.

Still shaking slightly, she looked up to Amia, “Where are you from?”

“Southern California,” she answered, turning at the sound of a whistle from somewhere in the
class.

Hermione ignored the pestering boys. She could kill them in detention some other time. Right
now, there was one burning question in the forefront of her mind. It was like she had no choice.
She had to ask.

“Were… Were you adopted?”

Finally, Amia’s eyes cut to hers. Instantly, they narrowed.

For the first time, Hermione observed what a vivid green her eyes were. Fighting to contain her
whimper and the urge to cry, Hermione realized that she’d only ever seen that eye colour on one
other person before. It seemed like hours had passed, but when Amia responded, her answer was like
a blunt knife to the heart.

“No.”

“Oh…” Hermione breathed, obviously disappointed by her answer. The cynical side of her, the side
of her she’d only come to known since the middle of her pregnancy with Lilly, wanted to say
*’Well, surprise.’* But then suddenly, her professional side caused her to quickly shake her
head. Lost daughter who unbeknownst to her was really talking to her biological mother or not- she
was still her student.

“I-I'm so sorry- this is incredibly inappropriate of me. Here…” Frantically, she shuffled
the third sheet of parchment before her and signed off on the slot that read ‘N.E.W.T.
Transfiguration’. Hastily, she ripped the parchment out and handed it to her, while closing the
file and pulling it towards herself, “Um, you- you can sit wherever you want. They're just
reading chapter one right now.”

“Okay,” Amia responded, still looking confused.

Shifting the weight of her backpack and book in her arms to accommodate the slip of parchment,
she started heading down the aisle, probably towards the desk farthest back.

Hermione couldn’t help but watch her go with dreaded trepidation. She didn’t miss the bewildered
look Amia shot her over her shoulder as she went.

**---**

Rose jumped out of the portrait hole to the Prefect’s bathroom, with an excited glow about her.
She hadn’t had a chance to check out her new bathroom last night, but she had made a point to go
straight after classes today. And she sure was glad she did. The place was humongous! Obviously,
she knew it was a bathroom, but it was so spacious and empty, that she’d figured it might be a nice
place for quiet time if she ever needed to get away.

The now bustling redhead was just starting to wonder which was now her favourite spot in
Hogwarts- the library, or the Prefect’s bath- when she turned the corner and slammed into someone.
The books she had to hold as a result of her overflowing book bag tumbled to the ground.

“Sorry,” Rose automatically apologized. She could feel her cheeks starting to flame as she bent
down to pick up her strewn books.

She noticed the other person bend down too, and was surprised when she saw hands helping her
collect her books. Rose looked up to see who was helping her, and was even more surprised to see
the gorgeous face of a complete stranger.

Amia finished handing her the books before she stood up and readjusted her backpack. Rose stood
too, “Thanks.”

Amia nodded politely, but then suddenly seemed to brighten up, “Wait, you're wearing the
same colours as me! Are you in Gryffindor too?”

“Yeah. Are- are you the transfer student?” Rose asked. After living in the castle for four
years, she thought she’d had a grip on who the older students were, especially if they were
residents of her same house. However, this girl was someone she had never seen before.

“Yeah…” Amia nodded, starting to frown, “How'd you know?”

“Um, well my mum is a professor here, so she knew.”

Amia nodded, and then sighed, “Everyone seems to know. They’re all staring at me like I’m a
freak-show,” she muttered seeming like she was talking more to herself than actually complaining to
Rose.

“Oh,” Rose voiced, feeling like she should explain, “It’s not you. It’s just that Hogwarts
hasn’t had a exchange student in like, a really long time. You’re the shiny new toy,
unfortunately.”

“Great…” she muttered unenthused. She seemed to clear her head of pessimism before turning back
to Rose, “Anyway, do you know how to get to the Gryffindor common room?”

“Yes. Um, it's on the 7th floor corridor. You'll walk down the entire hall and make a
right at the end. From there it's a straight shot to the Fat Lady. Do you know the
password?”

“Gilly Hicks, right?”

“Yeah.”

Amia glanced back in the direction that she had come from, still looking slightly confused,
before spinning back around to Rose, “Am I the only one who thinks that this place is uncommonly
huge?”

Rose laughed, “No, it is a pretty big castle. I'm actually heading up to the common room now
if you want to walk together.”

“Only if you lead the way,” Amia answered, standing back so that Rose could step around
her.

Rose grinned again before starting down the hall, heading for the staircase. She glanced back to
Amia to make sure she was keeping up before asking, “So where did you go to school
before?”

“Avalon Academy,” Amia said, a flicker of something- maybe homesickness, Rose thought- crossing
her features, “It's in California- where I'm from.”

“That's cool. What year are you in?”

“Sixth. You?”

“Fifth. You weren't at the sorting last night were you?” Rose asked, deciding that no harm
would be caused if she broached the topic. Her curiosity always seemed to get the better of
her.

“Uh, no. I-I got here late…” Amia admitted, turning to look away from her.

“Oh.”

Next, Amia cleared her throat in an obvious attempt to change the subject, “So you said your mom
was a teacher here?”

“Yeah, Professor Granger. She's the-”

“Transfiguration teacher?” Amia asked suddenly.

Rose nodded and gave her a enquiring look, “Yeah. You've met her?”

“I had her first period today,” Amia said, looking away distractedly.

“It's her first year teaching,” Rose revealed with a fond smile as they made their way out
onto the staircase, “I think she was pretty nervous today, but she's really smart. I know
she’ll do great.”

Amia’s eyes again went a little wide as she took in the vastness of the moving staircase, but
after a moment she nodded in agreement, “She seemed like she was a little nervous in class. No
offence or anything,” she quickly added.

Rose shook her head, “It's okay. To be honest, she's been acting kind of strange
lately…” Suddenly, Rose’s thoughts took her back to last night and the awkward conversation she’d
had with her mum. She’d thought about it after she went to bed, and it still didn’t really make
sense to her. Her mum seemed so… unwilling, whenever they started to talk about her dad. Her mum
had always been honest with her, whatever the situation was. But Rose couldn’t help the looming
feeling that Hermione’s charade of ‘everything’s okay’ really was a lie.

Amia glanced at Rose, clearly wanting to put the topic back on an easy and unproblematic path,
“So uh, what's there to do for fun around here after classes and stuff?”

Rose looked at her, breaking from her reverie, “Um, well people hang out at the lake sometimes…
or go to the pitch to fly. But other than that everyone just goes back to their common rooms after
classes. Or the library,” she couldn’t help but add.

Amia appeared to be shocked, “Are you serious?”

With a frown, Rose nodded, “Yeah. Why, what'd you do at your old school?”

“Go out and stuff,” Amia shrugged like that would’ve been the commonest answer, “We weren’t
restricted to our campus.”

“Well we have Hogsmeade weekends,” Rose responded, forcing herself to sound optimistic for the
new girl’s sake, “There's a lot of stuff to do there, but we're only allowed to go on
specific weekends.”

“What a bummer,” Amia said, all potential she had for Hogwarts seemingly lost.

Rose shrugged, “It's better than I make it sound. So why'd you transfer here
anyway?”

Going unnoticed by Rose, Amia stiffened, “Um… My dean thought it'd be a good…
experience…”

“Did you choose to come here?” she asked again, heading off into the seventh floor landing. Amia
shot her a look as she followed.

“Uh, no. But it doesn't matter. I'll be gone by Christmas break.”

Rose frowned, intrigued, “What do you mean?”

“My dean's going to check up on me before Christmas, and if I'm doing good then I can go
home.”

Rose’s eyebrows knitted together. Amia made it sound like she was on probation or something…

“Were… were you in trouble or something? Is that why he made you come
here?”

Amia gave her a sharp look, upon which Rose immediately fumbled, “Sorry. Sometimes I ask too
many questions.”

She continued to stare unabashedly at her for a moment or two, before shrugging, “It's just
complicated.”

Rose nodded immediately, “Did your parents have a problem with you coming here? I mean, it's
half way across the globe…”

Again, Amia merely shrugged, “My mom's a muggle. She doesn't really get involve in my
academics.”

“What about your dad? Is he a muggle too?”

“Yeah. I haven't talked to him in a while though.”

“So- So you're the only magical person in your family?”

“Yeah. My sister isn't magical either.”

“Wow…” Rose mumbled. There was only a slight hint of envy in her voice.

Amia noticed, but didn’t question her on it. “And you?”

Rose scoffed candidly, “I'm like, related to half our house.”

Amia couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Are you serious?”

Rose sighed, “Well not half, but I do have a lot of cousins in Gryffindor. My brother just got
sorted in too. It's like a right of passage in my family, to be a Gryffindor.”

“Damn. I guess that's cool.”

“Sort of,” Rose muttered.

Amia raised an eyebrow, “You're not too stoked about it?”

The redhead shook her head, and then shrugged, “I'm kind of the black sheep in my
family.”

“Nothing wrong with individualism.”

“I wish they could remember that.” Rose loved her family, she really did. But most of the time,
if you dared dip your toe outside the famous pool of everything ‘Weasley’, then you were judged for
it. Sometimes, she felt like her extended family- and even her dad and brother- didn’t understand
her. That was part of the reason why she was so close with her mum. At least, she *thought*
she was close with her.

“So how are the guys here? You into anyone?”

Rose’s eyes widened slightly as she turned to look at the older girl, “Um, I-I'm more
focused on my studies…”

Amia nodded kindly, “I respect that.”

“Most of the girls here are boy obsessed though.”

An eyebrow raised on Amia’s face, “Uh oh… I bet there's a lot of gossip floating around
here.”

“You have no idea…” Rose answered, suppressing her scoff and sighing instead. She was kind of
disappointed when she saw that they had already reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Talking to
this new American girl was cool.

“Well, we're here. Gilly Hicks.”

The painted women, still as fat and as pink as ever nodded, “Of course m'dears…”

The portrait swung open gracefully, and Rose was the first to step in. She took a few steps, but
then realized that Amia was not following her. She turned back and found Amia staring in what must
have been awe at the back of the open portrait.

Rose gave her a questioning look, to which Amia explained, “The portraits don't talk at my
school.”

“Really? Some of the portraits here can be quite snarky. You'll have to come up with a few
good premeditated comebacks to have, just in case.”

To Rose’s surprised, Amia laughed and stepped up into the narrow passage, “I'll keep that in
mind. What’s your name anyway?”

“Rose Weasley. Yours?”

“Mia.”

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5. Her Name's Amia
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 5:** Her Name’s Amia

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**[AN]** Great response for last chapter! I’d always intended for their daughter to come back
one way, or another, and I’m happy that- at least, for now- you’re going along with it. Most of you
were pretty eager to see when Hermione would get around to telling Harry, and I hope this chapter
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Hermione stared anxiously out over the bustling great hall, alight with chatter about the
students’ first day of classes. She scanned the Gryffindor table for the twelfth time, hoping to
get a glimpse of the person she’d been obsessing over all day. Literally, her eyes had not relaxed;
they were still focused in an uncharacteristic wide-eyed stare.

Still, no Amia Cooper. Where was she? It was already fifteen minutes into dinner! Could she be
lost? Did she get caught up with someone? Students? Teachers? Had those Slytherin boys gotten to
her?

Instantly, Hermione’s eyes jerked over to the Slytherin table. However, she saw Wesley Parkinson
and Micah Eghert absorbed in their own vivacious conversation. Alas, they couldn’t be held
responsible. Amia’s whereabouts remained a mystery.

Hermione sighed in disappointment, her eyes going back to scanning the hall. The only reason she
had pulled herself from the safe confines of her private quarters, was to come and see her again.
It had been about ten hours since she’d seen her last. Already, the separation was becoming
unbearable for Hermione. She knew she ought to be focusing on getting a grip of herself, but she
just couldn’t help it. For her sanity’s sake, she *needed* to see Amia again. To make sure she
was real. To run over the list of unnatural- but so *obviously* natural, in this case-
similarities in her head again. To marvel over the resemblance. To shoo away any thoughts of
coincidence…

Her thoughts suddenly flat-lined, and her heart skipped a beat as she finally saw the girl she’d
been worrying over. Amia was there, out in the hall, approaching the entrance of the Great Hall.
She was looking down to the ground, preoccupied in her own thoughts, as she came forward. Hermione
didn’t realize that, as she stopped at the entrance and looked up, the rest of the hall seemed to
go silent. Apparently she wasn’t the only one to notice her arrival.

A somewhat unsure and confused look crossed her beautiful face as she stared back at the gawking
students. Hermione’s heartbeat picked up pace in worry as Amia, clearly uncomfortable, shifted from
foot to foot. Only a few moments passed, where some of the students were starting to whisper
amongst themselves, before she turned, and hurried out of the hall, back in the direction she’d
came.

Panic washed over her as she watched Amia disappear out of sight. Not knowing the motive behind
her action, she stood up, intent to follow her.

“Hey Hermione.”

“Neville!” Hermione exclaimed, jolting backwards as Neville pulled out his chair.

He paused, halfway lowered to his seat and gave her a concerned look, “You okay?”

“Yes!” Hermione replied immediately, “Why?” Her paranoia surrounded her. Did Neville know
something she didn’t? Had he already connected the dots?

Neville raised an eyebrow as he sat, “You just look a little pale… Maybe you should eat,” he
finished, nodding off towards her clean plate.

“Eat?” Hermione repeated in a near squeak. Without thinking, she turned back to the entryway of
the Great Hall. It was abandoned; Amia was probably half way to the Gryffindor common room by
now.

A sigh escaped her. She wanted more than anything to be able to run after her, but what good
would it do? She was sure Amia hadn’t forgotten the uncommon amount of staring she’d done when
they’d first met. The last thing Hermione wanted was to come off as weird or frightening to her,
and she was sure that would happen if Hermione started to randomly follow her around.

With another bated sigh, she turned back to Neville. The sad disappointment was swirling in her
eyes, “I guess.”

Neville tried to give her a comforting smile as he patted the spot next to him. Hermione took
the hint and sat, even though she wanted to rush back to her own room so that she could ponder in
quiet.

“First day of classes got you freaked out?” Neville presumed, as a plate full of sheppard’s pie,
mixed vegetables, and buttered rolls appeared in front of him. “I hope the students weren’t too
harsh on you.”

Hermione shook her head distractedly, “It-it was fine.”

“Good, good,” he muttered as he forked some of the pie into his mouth. He chewed for a minute,
giving himself time to swallow, before he suddenly turned to Hermione again with renewed vigour,
“Say, did you get to teach any sixth years today?”

“Uh, yeah,” she answered, still out of it.

“Did you meet the exchange student? Amia Cooper?”

Hermione’s eyes snapped to his. She tried to discern any amounts of accusation in his eyes and
tone. Though, after a few seconds passed, Hermione determined that his question was simply a
curious one. She glanced away and gulped, before turning back to him, “Y-yes. Yes, I did. Why?”

Neville chuckled, “Well, she looks an awful lot like you did when we were in Hogwarts, didn’t
she? I had to do a double-take.”

Hermione sucked in a shaky breath as she turned back to stare in front of her. At least the
immersed students in front of her wouldn’t notice the happy tears collecting in the corner of her
eyes. So she *wasn’t* crazy. Neville saw the similarities too!

“I swear, if it weren’t for the different eyes, I would’ve thought that your old time turner
went wonky on you.”

Hermione barely heard Neville as he chortled to himself. A thought had struck her, rendering her
unawares to the noise and commotion around her. Neville had noticed. She wasn’t crazy. This was
real. Her Lily was here. Amia Cooper was a student at Hogwarts, living in the same tower as her
other daughter and son… and Harry’s sons…

“I have to go.”

Neville looked on confused as Hermione jumped from her seat and scooted her chair back audibly
to move around him. “Hermione?” he called out as she rushed from the table.

But Hermione never heard him. Her mind was gone, and going farther as she hurried down the slim
aisle and over to the door leading to the staff lounge. She was too consumed with the thoughts
plaguing her mind, and her plan of leaving the castle unnoticed.

Harry. She needed to see him. Now.

…

Harry sighed and set down his quill on top of the mound of reports he’d been working through. He
brought his hands up to rub at his temples for the hundredth time that evening. This headache
wasn’t going anywhere, but if he didn’t finish this paperwork tonight, then he’d just have to do it
tomorrow.

Well, to be honest it was *supposed* to be done tomorrow, but why not put a little time
between now and the point where he’d be forced to leave his office? It’s not like going home would
bring him any relief. Sadly.

There was a knock at his door, and Harry looked up to find Rockleigh Dawber, one of the interns
in his team, standing at the entrance to his office.

Harry frowned, thinking that he’d closed his door, but gave the boy his undivided attention
nonetheless.

“Mr. Potter?”

“Yes Rockleigh? What is it?”

He shoved his hands into his Auror robes’ pockets nervously, giving Harry a sheepish look. Harry
sighed. The kid always had a tendency to be a little nervous around him, unlike his fellow interns
who were quite boastful and brazen. It was a trait he was constantly reminding him to get over.
Nervousness as an Auror was almost worst than clumsiness…

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s a Hermione here to see you. She says it’s an
emergency.”

Harry’s stomach plummeted. “Hermione?” he repeated, his tone betraying his own worry and the
note to admonish his intern for his softer side. Harry couldn’t help it though. The words
‘Hermione’ and ‘emergency’ in the same sentence, naturally, had him on edge.

“Let her in,” Harry instructed quickly, frantic not to waste any more time.

Rockleigh nodded before turning and heading out into the reception area of the Auror office.
Harry tried to shove his paperwork into a bottom drawer so that his office would appear less of an
unorganized mess, and more professional. As he slammed the drawer closed though, he realized that
that wouldn’t really matter to Hermione, since this supposedly was an emergency. At least, he was
sure *she* didn’t realize that this was the first time she’d ever been inside his office. And
they were alone, again-

Harry shook his head roughly as he stood up. Hermione was here for an emergency, not to see him
because she *wanted* to. He cleared his thoughts as the devil in his head pondered over how
nice that last bit sounded, and focused in on the problem as Hermione rounded the corner outside
and rushed into his office.

Harry immediately took note of how frantic she looked. She was pale- considerably paler- and her
eyes were red. She’d been crying recently…

“Hermione, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Harry asked, quickly coming forward to her. As she shook
her head and let out something of a whimper, Harry closed the door magically with a wave of his
hand. He didn’t have to worry about silencing charms, since all Auror offices came pre-equipped
with them.

He put a hand on her shoulder, hoping that would ease her into speaking.

But Hermione only continued to shake her head, “No. Harry…”

“Here, sit down. Do you want some water?” he asked as he led her over to the chair opposite his
desk. He was in the middle of reaching for his wand to prepare a glass for her, but Hermione only
shook him off.

“No, I-I-”

Harry knelt so that he was closer to eyelevel with her as she continued to babble. She didn’t
appear to be physically hurt, which was his biggest relief. However, he couldn’t help the numbing
excuse as to why she was sitting here, in his office, in this particular state. He hadn’t expected
her to come to him so soon…

“Is it Ron? Did he do something to you?”

“*No!*”

*Oh.* Harry was hesitant to probe for more, but he couldn’t help his dire curiosity, “Then
what’s the matter?”

Hermione still couldn’t just open her mouth and speak. She screwed her eyes shut, looking like
she was fighting off tears, before she finally choked out, “Harry, it’s *her*.”

Harry frowned, “Her?” Who’s her? Was he supposed to know who she was talking about? Was it Rose?
Ginny?

*Ginny*. That’s it.

‘*Damn it… she’s probably gone off and said something to her about leaving bloody Ron all
alone. Damn her, she made Hermione cry-’*

“Lilly.”

Harry’s internal commentary immediately went dead, and he was silent. He wasn’t aware of
anything else as he stared into Hermione’s tearing eyes. He’d only known two Lilly’s in his
thirty-five years of life. Both caused painful memories to think about, however, one Lilly was
significantly more painful to remember than the other. So painful, that he had tried his very
hardest *not* to think about her since the day he’d lost her.

“Hermione…”

“*She’s* the exchange student,” she said, her voice brimming with emotion, “*Lilly’s*
at Hogwarts.”

Harry stood up, though continued to stare into Hermione’s eyes. He hadn’t been aware of any
exchange student, but twenty-four years of knowing her told him that she wasn’t lying. Knowingly,
at least. However, there was no way he could believe what she was claiming. She had to be
wrong.

“No… that can’t be true.”

“It’s her, Harry. I saw her with my own eyes,” Hermione said desperately, also standing.

Harry shook of her pleading tone, “Well, you were mistaken. It wasn’t really her. There’s no
way.”

“I read her file, Harry! I saw it all- where she’s from, her last name. She looks-”

“It’s a coincidence,” Harry said, in a tone of finality. He hadn’t intended to be so harsh with
her, but he didn’t know how else to deter her from her insane theory. Because that’s all this was.
Hermione probably saw a girl, around Lilly’s age, who probably looked a little like her. So what if
the last name was the same? That meant very little. It *had* to mean very little…

“You can’t expect there to only be one Cooper family in the entire world,” he continued after
taking a few deep, calming breaths, “And as far as looks go- people have similar features. It’s not
that shocking to find random strangers who look like you.”

“She’s not a random fucking stranger! It’s her! I know it is.” Hermione couldn’t believe they
were fighting about this right now. The idea that Harry thought she was lying was appalling to her.
She would never lie to him- especially about this. He should’ve fucking known that.

Harry sighed, determined to discourage her, “Look, there’s no proof-”

Hermione glared at him, “I don’t need it written in bold on a piece of bloody parchment. She
lived inside me for over six fucking months. I gave birth to her. I *know* it’s her. That’s
proof enough.”

“Hermione, don’t do this,” Harry whispered, staring her fully in the eyes as she continued to
glare at him. He knew she would probably end up hating him for saying this to her, or more
importantly, he knew that it was her who was so desperate to find their daughter again. She was the
one that was so outwardly hurt by their separation; she was the one who refused to let go.

But, by believing so desperately that she *had* once again found her, would only cause her
more pain- pain that she’d tried to get over by moving on with Ron, and having Rose and Hugo. Even
if it *was* their Lilly…

“Do what?” Hermione scoffed angrily, “What do you think I’m here for? To lure you into some plan
to get her back-”

“We’re not getting her back-” Harry whispered, but Hermione quickly cut him off.

“I only came because I thought you should know! I thought you’d *want* to know.”

Harry didn’t respond immediately. He had been right. Because he wasn’t so keen to believe that
this girl was their Lilly, Hermione was seeing him as the enemy. But she was wrong. He was happy
that she’d come to tell him- he would’ve hated to be kept in the dark about something like this.
However, that didn’t change his stance.

It couldn’t have been her. And that was that.

“Well thanks for telling me,” Harry said, his eyes unwavering.

Hermione held his gaze for a few moments, before her resolve broke. She scoffed, though, Harry
could tell she was actually choking back a sob. As she contorted her face into another angry glare,
a tear streaked down her cheek. For Harry, it was worst than getting hexed with a well aimed
cruciatus curse.

“Aren't you interested to find out about her? To find out if she's had the good life we
intended for her to have?”


“What if she hasn't Hermione? What would you do then?”

“If she hasn't, then it's our fault.”

At that, Harry shook his head vehemently, “No it's not Hermione! She's not our kid. Two
people in this world are responsible for her- and those two people are not us.”

“So you don't even care?”

“Hermione…” Harry said, coming forward to grab her shoulders. The fact that his face hadn’t been
this close to hers in over sixteen years jumped to the forefront of his mind, but he pushed it back
as he started to whisper, “we have our own children now. How would this girl-”

Hermione pushed away from him, “Amia. They named her Amia. Amia Shea Cooper.”

Harry sighed patiently. Was she *trying* to hurt him with that information? Was she capable
of playing so dirty? Could she be that pissed at him? Harry wished the answers would come to him,
but the sad reality was that he didn’t know.

Despite his disbelief, he needed to finish his point. Hermione was trying so hard to convince
him that their lost daughter had been found, but at the same time, he needed to make her see that
if such a coincidence had occurred, then it was the opposite of good to make something of it. They
had given up so much to give their daughter a happy life, but if Hermione acted on her impulses,
that could potentially be ruined. Didn’t she understand that?

“Hermione, how do you think she'd feel if two seemingly strange people came into her life
claiming that she was adopted and that she was their daughter?”

“But she was! And she is!”

“Hermione, leave it alone,” Harry simply told her, fixing her with the firmest look he had.

For a moment, he wondered if she’d continue to argue. He wouldn’t put it past her. Once she got
something in her head and believed it to be true, there was no persuading her otherwise. But,
again, for the sake of this girl, Hermione couldn’t do whatever she wanted to do. It wasn’t fair to
the girl.

Thankfully, after a minute, Hermione did nod.

“Fine,” she said quietly.

Harry sighed, and was about to reach for her again to thank her, but Hermione was too quick.

She turned, and started for the door. Harry, jolted by her sudden movement, hurried to catch up
with her. Her idea of a quick escape made it obvious that she had no intention of doing what Harry
had practically begged her to do.

He spun her around by the elbow before she could reach for the door knob, “I mean it Hermione.
It would only hurt her in the end. If her parents haven’t told her, then it’s for a reason.”

He figured Hermione would only roll her eyes and try to pull away from him. Though, he was
surprised when she stared back at him, emotion-free. It was almost like she was in a daze…

“She has your eyes,” Hermione said, barely above a whisper, “And I think she got her height from
you too. She was a little bit taller than me. Tall and skinny.”

Harry’s grip slackened, and his hand limply fell from her elbow. It was in that moment, as he
stared at her with tears of his own pricking at the back of his eyes, that he realized that
Hermione *was* trying to hurt him. It was obvious in the way her eyes stared composedly into
his. Clearly, she didn’t care about how much this stuff truly affected him. She wanted him to feel
*more* pain. Her pain, possibly.

Well, if that was true, then she should know that he’d come to terms with that pain a long time
ago. He’d mastered the art of not looking vulnerable. He wasn’t about to break down into tears
now.

He turned away from her as he beat the desperate feelings down, draining his face of all
emotion, and again burying his pain deep within him.

He heard Hermione snort a moment later, and reflexively he glanced back to find her fixing him
with a cold glare.

“But I guess you wouldn’t care,” she whispered again.

He’d rather her scream at him. It’d be less unforgiving.

“Hermione-” he replied, preparing to tell her that he did care, but that she simply cared too
much. However, he never got the chance to. In the brief time frame, where Harry had closed his eyes
to formulate his would-be gentle words, Hermione spun around for the door handle.

By the time Harry realized that she was gone, she was already a decent distance down the
hall.

He sighed raggedly, finally letting the hopeless sensation wash over him.

…

Hermione rushed out of the Auror office, heading straight for the lifts. A tirade of emotions
were picking her apart; some viciously punching holes through her already wounded spirit, and
others gently, but gradually weighing down in her heart. The weight was nearly unbearable.

So she had been wrong. She couldn’t come to him. Harry was supposed to be the one person to
understand- the one person to sympathize with her. Alas, he’d turned into a stone wall as soon as
she’d said the word ‘Lilly’.

It was just like Boston; a complete reiteration of the side of Harry that had emerged there. The
one that she’d wanted to punch for how persistent he was in the concept of protecting them. The one
that she’d loved so desperately, yet hated at the same time.

Harry’s reaction was certainly unfavourable, but what had she expected? For him to be as
shock-happy as she? Was she wrong to think that perhaps sixteen years of separation would’ve
changed his opinion on things?

Maybe. Maybe not. But she did know one thing for sure. This wasn’t the end for *her*.

Hermione would just have to take matters into her own hands. Harry didn’t understand. Amia was a
student at Hogwarts. Even if she found the willpower to stay away from her, it wasn’t possible.
Hermione didn’t want that willpower anyway.

Somehow, someone, somewhere was giving her a second chance. And Hermione wasn’t just about to
pass it up.

…

An hour and a half had passed already, but Harry was still sitting at his desk, inside his
closed office, staring blankly in front of him. He hadn’t touched the drawer he’d shoved all of his
paperwork into. Work was the last thing on his mind.

Of course, he’d put on the stone face for Hermione, but now that she was gone, he couldn’t hide
from his despair any longer. And this is what giving in to that despair usually did to him-
rendered him useless. For the past ninety minutes, Harry had been thinking about the events that
transpired before Hermione left.

It wasn’t just simple thinking though; he was also trying absolve his longing to apparate to
Hogsmeade, sneak into Hogwarts, and go find *her*. That fantasy was quickly dissuaded though.
Seems as if someone had taken his father’s old cloak, and forgotten to mention it to him. *Ruddy
clever James…*

All of the Ministry cloaks were traced when they left the utilities lab, so that option was out.
Before he’d had the opportunity to brainstorm up another plan of action, he reminded himself of the
hard truth: if this was Lilly, then what would it do to her having some random bloke- with the same
coloured eyes- come up to her and ask her personal questions concerning her childhood and overall
happiness?

And that did the trick nicely. He just had to keep reminding himself, that it would do Lilly…
Amia… *her*… no good if he decided to show up in her life. It’d be selfish of him, and unfair
to her.

But that didn’t make things any easier. He knew Hermione was pissed at him for his approach.
He’d always retained the thought that she felt it was his fault. Of course, she’d tried to
apologize once she showed back up in London all those years ago… but that note she’d left still
burnt brightly in the far corners of his mind.

It was all so much to handle at once. He always felt despicable knowing Hermione was upset with
him. He knew she was disappointed with his reaction. But what could he do about that? He wanted for
her to restore her confidence in him so badly… but what exactly would the consequences be? He
wasn’t even positive about what Hermione wanted to do about the situation. Naturally, he had
assumed, but he never got around to asking.

Oh, but that’s right, he was too busy accusing her that she was misinformed.

He mentally kicked himself, thinking back to their conversation. He hadn’t even asked her how
she had felt about this! Hermione had seen the girl after all. It was obvious that she was probably
a wreck. But was that a good wreck?

He knew how Hermione had felt. She never wanted to give Lilly up in the first place. It had
always been him pushing for the adoption. It was *him* who made Hermione see the plus sides of
it…

Harry sighed harshly to himself, fighting back the voices in his head calling him a bastard and
a coward. He wouldn’t let himself go to that place of pure imagination- the place where he’d spent
hours dreaming about how their life would’ve been if they’d decided to keep Lilly and go on the run
with her.

Would they be happy? Or would something as nightmarish as the results of that prophecy have come
up by now?

Would… would he and Hermione still be together?

With a pained breath, he admitted that he knew the answer to that question. Of course they would
still be together. Nothing else would’ve been able to pull them apart. It was loosing Lilly that
was their breaking point, as later on proved true. That experience was the only thing remotely
close to what could’ve potentially broken them up. Loosing a child… it truly changed people.
Deformed them, rather.

He never blamed Hermione for that deformity. Like her, he figured himself was to blame.

But that was something he’d come to terms with. He couldn’t change the past.

*‘But you could change the future-’*

*‘What good would that do if I couldn’t make sure that it was the right thing? This is for the
best. She doesn’t know… we shouldn’t be the ones to inform her…’*

Letting out another sigh, Harry leaned forward in his chair to put his face in his hands. As he
let his fingers once more smooth over his throbbing forehead, he begged off his internal debate. It
wouldn’t do any good, because Harry knew he’d always come back to the same unfortunate
conclusion.

Lilly’s oblivion from the truth was the best thing for her. End of story.

Fighting with himself like he was eighteen again was the last thing he needed.

…

Harry slowly climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He’d tried to stay at work to finish some of
those reports, but the night had proved more exhausting than he’d anticipated. The good thing was
that it was well after midnight, so sleep in the near future was a realistic possibility. The bad
thing was that he could see the light on in his bedroom as he stepped onto the first floor
landing.

Ginny was awake. How could he face her?

Harry sighed as he approached the door. That was a silly question; he’d face her like he always
did. It had never seemed to bother him before. Though, he didn’t know if he was up for the masked
countenance he usually diverted to. Hopefully, Gin was close to sleep herself.

Quietly, Harry pushed the door open, hoping to find that Ginny had accidentally fallen asleep
with her reading light on.

Fate wasn’t so kind.

“You’re home late. Again,” Ginny muttered, not moving her eyes from the book she was
reading.

Harry nodded, setting down his briefcase and heading over to the closet, “A lot of stuff is
happening at work right now.”

“Like what?”

“Like things you know I’m not allowed to talk about, Ginny.” That wasn’t even a lie, thought the
bullshit about ‘a lot of stuff happening at work’ was complete rubbish.

Ginny marked her book and shut it. She fixed Harry with a somewhat annoyed look, “I was going to
invite Ron over for dinner, but I figured you wouldn’t be here…”

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, kicking off his shoes and starting on his tie.

“He’s having a tough time now that Rose, Hugo, and Hermione are all gone.”

At that, Harry couldn’t help but scoff, “You think?”

“What’s the matter with you?” Ginny finally snapped.

Harry glanced back at her to find his wife glaring darkly at him. He shrugged, “Nothing.”

“Look, Ron’s your best mate,” Ginny told him, trying to calm herself down in order to make Harry
empathize with her, “Maybe you should take the time out of your busy schedule to talk to him. He
would do it for you,” she pointed out lastly, raising an eyebrow and wondering what his reaction
would be to that.

She was shocked when Harry turned and glared right back at her, “Gin, don’t guilt me into doing
shit. If you think he’s having such trouble, then why don’t you go talk to him? He’s not the only
person that has problems!”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Ginny told him, wide-eyed, and completely appalled by his tone.
Harry had never really screamed at her before…

“Don’t talk to me like this!”

“Piss off!”

Harry sighed, his anger quickly dissipating as he watching Ginny jump out of bed and run out of
his line of sight from the closet. He knew he shouldn’t have spoken to her like that, but he was
just sick and tired of hearing about everyone else’s problems. Couldn’t he be afforded some time to
just think about himself?

His eyes screwed shut as he heard the bathroom door slam. Obviously, the answer was no. With
another sigh, he tossed his tie to the floor, before starting on his way towards their bathroom.
The sooner he apologized to his wife, the better.

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**Next chapter, back to Hogwarts. Mia could start to love the place just as much as her birth
parents did, or she could start to hate it. And Harry *might* come looking for Hermione to
apologize.**

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6. Second Days, Second Thoughts
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 6: Second Day, Second Thoughts**

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“Did you know they made them that gorgeous in America?” Trevor Lewis asked, leaning into whisper
his comment to the other huddled Gryffindors. It was the beginning of the second day of classes,
and by now the entire school knew of the transfer student’s arrival. The Great Hall was alive with
noticeable conversation of the new girl- particularly the older Gryffindors.

While most of the fifth years were talking excitedly about her, Rose sat off to the side, her
large charms text in front of her, and every once in a while shot annoyed looks at the group of
gossipers.

Carson Wood nodded to his friend, “Well, if they’re all like that, I’m going to look into
transferring my self.”

“Speak for yourself,” Trevor said, rolling his eyes, “She’s here now, isn’t she?”

A bark of laughter sounded from the middle of the group, and everyone turned to look at James,
who was grinning slyly, “Like she’s going to give your ugly arse a chance.”

Trevor glared at him while Carson and the rest of the group shared in his amusement. Their
chuckles were just starting to calm down when Heidi Lipton, another fifth year Gryffindor,
interjected her own supposed information, “McKinley was saying his dad knows hers. American goblins
chased their whole family out of America because of something her dad did.”

“I heard she was here to compare the education between English and American wizards,” Karina
shrugged, annoyed that most of the attention seemed to skip over her entirely.

At that, Carson shook his head, “She’s here for quidditch. At least, that’s what Connoway said
he heard from McGonagall and Denham.”

“I believe that,” James agreed with him, “With a body like hers… she’s the perfect build for a
seeker. She’d make a great addition to the team. I mean, since Spinnet’s graduated…”

Heidi shook her head as most of the other boys got lost in thought at James’ mention of the new
girl’s body. “No, I still think her father did something to make them move-”

“Honestly you guys,” Rose finally huffed from the edge of the group. She slammed her book shut
and gave them all a perfected glared, “she’s only here because her dean thought it’d be a good
experience. Her parents aren’t even magical.”

The group was silently taken aback. After a second or two, a few of them started to look in
between each other, now calculating their own reactions.

Finally, James turned back to her, “She’s a muggleborn?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know?” asked Karina.

Rose didn’t fail to notice the slight hint of malice in her tone, but answered honestly
nonetheless, “Because I walked her to the common room yesterday.”

“Well, I hope she does play quidditch. I’m going to ask her today.”

Rose rolled her eyes at Carson’s comment, while the rest of the group raised their eyebrows in
pursuit.

“You won’t be able to hock up the courage to ask her a thing,” James quickly denied with a
knowing smirk.

This time it was Carson who glared, “Shut up! I could get out more than you could.”

James nodded condescendingly, “Right.” He then straightened up in his seat and a scrunched up
his face into a nervous expression, “H-Hey d-d-do you p-p-p-play qu-qu-quidditch?”

“He’s right Carson,” Trevor said morosely while the rest of the fifth years howled with laughter
at the boy’s expense, “We don’t need a repeat from last year.”

Heidi’s high pitch giggles were the loudest of all, “When he asked Helen Kaiser out? Merlin, I’d
almost forgotten.”

Carson scowled before nodded off moodily at James, “Why don’t you ask her then?”

He shrugged, “Maybe I will.”

Despite Rose's irritation, the gossiping continued. It was less than a minute before she
decided that it was too difficult to ignore. Just as she was stacking her books up to put back in
her book bag, a familiar face caught her attention at the front of the hall.

Amia looked skeptically between two sixth year Gryffindor girls, Amanda Zobair and Tabitha Temple,
as they chatted and giggled on either side of her. Rose could tell that something was off with her,
but it wasn't obvious until Amia glanced around the hall and locked eyes with her.

Rose watched on in confusion as Amia turned to Amanda and Tabitha, gave them a final look,
undertoned with severe annoyance, before turning and walking down the row between the Gryffindor
and Ravenclaw tables.

The redhead was somewhat shocked that Amia seemed to be walking straight up to her, and if the
looks on her peers faces were any indication, they were shocked too. She hadn't even realized
that their conversation had stopped at their fabled new girl's arrival.

Rose told herself not to look awkward as Amia stopped next to her and nodded to the seat to her
left- the one that faced off to the empty side of the table. “Can I sit here?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” Rose turned to clear her books away from the seat while Amia noiselessly dropped
down to the table. As inconspicuously as possible, she tried to duck her head from the girls who
were still standing bamboozled at the front of the hall.

“Thanks," she muttered to Rose.

Roses nodded and also glanced back, “Just escaped?” she guessed.

“Yeah. The rumours really run wild here, don’t they?” Amia asked rhetorically, appearing to
sigh.

Rose nodded unfortunately, “And this is only day two.”

“This sucks.”

“It’ll be okay eventually," Rose tried to encourage her as she reached for a glass of juice
and put her chin in her hand. "So what’s your schedule today?”

“Uh…" Amia sounded, straightening up to try and remember, "Defence Against the Dark Arts,
double Potions, and Ancient Runes. You?”

“Double Transfiguration, Herbology, and Defence. You take Runes?” Rose questioned her, a sudden
twinge of excitement in her tone.

Amia nodded hesitantly, “Yeah, why?”

“Nobody takes that here. I’m the only Gryffindor taking it as an elective.”

“Oh,” she conceded with a delicate shrug, “Well, it was mandatory at Avalon. I guess I just
stuck with it.”

Rose nodded, trying to act as suave about it as Mia, “That’s cool. Have you met Slughorn yet?”
she decided to ask. After talking to her yesterday, she figured that the California girl was a shoo
in for wily professor’s infamous club. Well, perhaps infamous was the wrong word… After all, Rose
herself had been a member of the club since her first year at Hogwarts. She didn’t think it was as
bad as everyone made it out to be, but then again she wasn’t as hell bent to remain a part of it
like her other peers.

Amia, though, shook her head, “Slughorn?”

“The Potions professor,” Rose explained, “I bet five sickles that he’s going to induct you into
the Slug Club simply because you’re a transfer.”

At that, Amia raised an eyebrow, “Slug Club?”

With a fond smile, Rose took a deep breath and started off explaining the concept behind the
Slug Club, along with the benefits and some of the downsides. She could tell that Amia was
listening on in basic horror as she got further into details, but was happy to see that she relaxed
a bit when she mentioned that she herself was a part of the club, but that she was there mainly
because of her own achievements while others where there mostly because of who they were related
too.

…

Hermione stared down at her two daughters from the staff table. Again, she’d been looking for
Amia to come all morning long. After only seeing her for a brief moment last night, she felt like
her sanity was teetering on the edge. She couldn’t describe the heart throbbing jolt she’d felt
when Amia walked through the doors this morning. The ineffable feeling was multiplied when she
watched her estranged daughter walk up to her second baby.

They’d become friends? Apparently so, by the way they were talking and laughing with each other
now. She’d never seen Rose take to a new person so easily before… and Amia’s smile…

“Morning Hermione.”

Hermione gasped and nearly jumped out of her seat as Neville plopped down into the chair next to
her. She clamped a hand to her mouth and shot her old friend, who was looking quite startled
himself, a sideways glance. “Scared me…” she mumbled weakly in her defence.

Neville patted her hand awkwardly before reaching into his robs and pulled out a folded piece of
parchment, “I’ve got a letter for you. I think it’s from Ron, unless this is someone else’s
unintelligible chicken scratch.”

Nervously, Hermione took the letter from him. She immediately recognized Ron‘s handwriting, and
instantly her stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch, “Oh, yeah. Thanks.”

“Sure, sure,” Neville said easily, pulling a pile of eggs and hash towards him, “So your owl’s
not very strict on who he gives out mail to, huh?”

Hermione shook her head absently, now having gone back to staring at her two girls, “He’s really
thick.”

Silence engulfed them for a moment. Hermione wouldn’t have spoken on it, but unbeknownst to her,
Neville had been observing her the whole time. He tried to follow her line of sight, but came up
with nothing. Eventually, he turned back to her and nudged her gently, “Hey, you okay?”

Just as absently as before, she nodded, “Yeah…”

A few more quiet moments passed between them before Neville gave up and went back to his
breakfast. The curiosity and trepidation that Ron’s letter caused was now buried in a far corner of
Hermione’s mind. She couldn’t concentrate on anything as she stared off, lost in thought, at her
two daughters.

…

Harry combed his tired hands through his hair for the thousandth time that day. Thankfully, no
one was around in the archives office to notice his troubled look. He’d been sitting there for the
past forty minutes, trying to make some headway on some of his paperwork. However, he was failing
miserably at his job. Literally, he couldn’t stop thinking about Hermione, and the girl she was
convinced was their’s…

His head was a complete jumble. One minute he was convinced that his cold shoulder technique was
the right thing to do, but he also couldn’t hide his own interest to find out for sure.

Obviously, Hermione didn’t need any further evidence, and that scared him a bit. Was she
planning on saying something? Had she already? Was the girl catching on to Hermione’s never-ending
stares? He’d come to terms with the fact that Hermione probably wasn’t making things up. She wasn’t
the type to see something just because she wanted to see it.

But that left him with even more questions. What was the girl even doing here? So the Cooper’s
know about magic? Did they hate her for it? If this was really their daughter, then did she have
the happy safe life that they had intended for her to have? Would her being in Britain suddenly
change that? Would that prophecy spark up again-

He shook his head again, trying to clear his rambling thoughts. He was just paranoid.
Definitely, he was just overanalyzing things.

Harry jumped in his seat as a book slammed down on the table he was sitting at. He looked up in
confusion, but quickly replaced it with annoyance as the face of Zacharias Smith came into his
view.

“What’s the matter with you, Potter?” Smith churned with his same old snobby, uptight voice.

Harry cleared his throat, trying to act oblivious, “What?”

Smith raised an eyebrow, “You look like you’ve been confunded.”

“Just concentrating,” Harry shrugged, pulling his files of paperwork closer to him to try and
get the point across that he was busy. Smith, though, must’ve gotten the wrong impression.

He scowled, “I hope you don’t think you’re going to be able to pin the Giant uprising paperwork
on me…”

“I’ve never *pinned* any paperwork on you,” Harry replied in disdain.

“I’m just saying. It’s your turn.”

Harry glanced up in time to see Smith’s curled lip. The nerve of the hopeless bastard always
irritated him, but today his tolerance was even lower. Suddenly, Harry’s eyes went very dark. “Piss
off, Smith,” he growled through the corner of his mouth.

The blonde’s gaze wavered for a moment, before hardening to match Harry’s, “Watch it
Potter.”

Harry’s patience snapped. Before he could do any damage to the insufferable git, he collected
his files and pushed back from his seat. The lights flickered around him as he stormed off towards
the door, and headed out into the hallway.

His clenched jaw didn’t slacken until he was facing the closed metal doors to the elevator. If
it weren’t for everything else going on in life, Harry would’ve been perfectly capable to just head
back up to his office and loathe Smith in silence. But, however much against his will, images of
Hermione and their baby kept flashing before his eyes. It was in that moment that he decided he
needed to stop being so inert. He needed to find out some proof for himself…

A light *ting* sounded through the empty hall, signalling the elevator’s arrival. Absently,
Harry climbed inside the lift and pressed the button for the 5th floor.

He could sense the lift climbing but took a deep breath once it stopped. The cool voice of the
announcer sounded, “*5th Floor, Department of International Magical Cooperation; Department of
Magical Registry and Licensing.”*

…

Rose lagged behind the rest of her class as they all packed up their transfiguration texts and
notes. She kept trying to inconspicuously glance up at her mum, just trying to see if she was still
looking as desolate as she’d seem throughout the entire hour and a half lesson.

After a couple minutes of looking like she was rearranging her spare parchment and newly inked
notes, the last student finally walked out of the classroom. Rose snuck a peek at the front of the
room again before quietly slinging her bag over her shoulder and making her way up to her clearly
troubled mother.

“Hey,” she started, trying not to sound as nervous as she felt.

Hermione jolted, and looked up from the spot she had been staring at on her desk. Her eyes
flicked for a second, before she cleared her throat, “Hi Rosie. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m fine. Is everything okay with you?”

Quickly- too quickly- Hermione nodded, “Yes. Why?”

Rose shrugged, “Just checking… you seem a little out of it.”

“Oh. Yeah… sorry,” Hermione mumbled, hoping that her daughter for once would be deceived. She
didn’t feel up to putting on a show for Rose’s masterful detections.

But naturally, it couldn’t be that easy. Rose eye’s narrowed at her lack of cooperation. “Mum
what’s the matter?” she probed again.

Hermione sighed, “Nothing. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Rose. Are you okay?” Hermione asked, this time fixing her daughter with her own studying
look. Hopefully this technique would work better.

Rose nodded easily, “I’m fine.”

“Good. So… how do you like your duties so far?”

Rose was quiet for a second. She knew her mum was trying to get her distracted from her
pursuits, but then again maybe keeping her involved in conversation would clue her in on what was
truly the matter. Talking was better than no talking, so with that in mind Rose nodded, “They’re
cool. I’m sure it’ll get more interesting as we get into the school year.”

Hermione nodded, “Yeah…”

Silence engulfed the two, and that was bad for Hermione. Unless there was something keeping her
directly involved with another matter, her thoughts just drifted back to Amia.

A light bulb flashed in Hermione’s head at the mention of her daughter. Suddenly in interest,
she looked up to her other daughter. Maybe this was a bad idea, but she was beyond the point of
trying to fight her impulses, “So… I noticed that you and A-… the new girl… were sitting together
this morning…”

Rose’s observant expression flickered into something different. Not noticing Hermione’s ploy for
information, Rose nodded with a content little smile, “Yeah. Mia’s really nice. Different then I
thought she’d be if it was a girl.”

“What do you mean different?” Hermione asked eagerly, almost on the edge of her seat that Rose
was ready to share her own knowledge of her.

Rose shrugged, “She doesn’t really care about popularity. I thought she’d succumb to some
clique. She’s a lot more down to earth. More realistic, you know?”

“Oh…” Hermione mumbled numbly, again forcing herself to keep breathing in and out. Once more,
she started relating the similarities between herself, Harry, and their daughter. She wondered if
the Cooper’s played any part in Amia’s attitude, or if it was purely their DNA coming into
affect…

“I can tell there’s something wrong with you,” Rose’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Hermione looked up at her, and tried to give her the most convincing look she could muster,
“Baby, I’m fine.”

She didn‘t looked persuaded, “You swear?”

Hermione nodded, not really giving any thought to how terribly she was lying to her second
daughter right now, “I swear. You should be heading to your next class. Charms, right?”

“Defence,” Rose corrected her quietly.

Her tone was like a kick to Hermione’s groin, but she told herself not to focus on it. “Oh. You
still better hurry.”

Rose stood there in a detached silence for a moment, before shrugging, suddenly indifferent,
“Fine. See you later.”

“Love you,” Hermione said just as she’d turn her back to leave.

Rose’s posture faltered, but she eventually turned back, “I love you too.”

Hermione gave her a gentle smile as she turned, and continued down the row of desks.

…

Harry’s heartbeat picked up considerably as he stood opposite the large, closed tome. He didn’t
know how long he’d been waiting before the thing, nor did he understand why his nerves were kicking
in now, at that moment.

The ministry’s replica of the Hogwarts’ Registry wasn’t quite as majestic as the real thing, but
it held exactly the same use. It would either confirm or deny Hermione’s claims. Harry had a sick
feeling that it would work in Hermione’s favour, but still. What would this prove?

Another few moments passed before Harry realized that that question couldn’t be answered until
he just got to the actual discovering. If there was an Amia Cooper registered, then maybe it was
just a random incident of someone with the same name. Someone with the same name, who supposedly
looked just like Hermione and had the same birth date as Lilly. *Or*, it wasn’t a coincidence.
He didn’t have any further comment for the latter case.

With shaking fingers, Harry reached forward. The cover of the book was just as rough as he
imagined it to be, but at this point, that couldn’t stop him. He hooked his finger under it, and
pulled it open.

The book swung open on it’s own accord and magically turned to the page with the most recently
admitted students. And there, Harry saw it.

In dark black ink, the name *Amia Cooper* was etched into the parchment. His heart twinged
at the word *Gryffindor*, written right besides her name.

So this was it. There truly was an Amia Cooper. He couldn’t deny that any longer. This person
was real, whether it was who Hermione thought it was or not. There *was* some basis to her
theory, and it was currently staring him in the face.

He thought that once he saw the alleged proof, he’d feel more solid about the situation; he
would feel like he could better pick a stance. But to be honest, now he felt as confused as ever.
This could possibly prove so much… but he wasn’t going to see any of that thousands of miles away
from the place this person resided.

Maybe… maybe he needed to see this girl for himself. Maybe he needed to put himself in the
position… willing… to see the evidence that Hermione thought she had…

…

“Defence is going to be wicked this year,” James announced as he and the other fifth year
Gryffindors and Ravenclaws made their way out into the first floor corridor.

Carson looked to Trevor and they shared a knowing smirk, “Mate, you say that every year.”

“Because it is every year.”

“I’m excited too,” Rose interjected from next to James.

He grinned at his cousin before shooting a triumphant look at his friend, “See Carson. Rose
understands.”

Carson rolled his eyes, “That’s because Rose understands everything. You can’t use that to prove
your point.”

Rose gave him an exasperated look but couldn't help feeling flattered by Carson's comment.
Together, the group turned the corner to head for the staircase. As they were rounding the corner
though, Rose caught sight of a familiar face.

Amia was standing in a shadowed corner of the hall, talking with a tall blond boy. Rose's
eyebrows shot up her forehead when she saw that she was talking to Tony Stonem, the Head Boy, and
one of the most handsome blokes in school.

The boys seemed to stop next to Rose to also look in Mia's direction. Their reactions were
quite similar.

Rose was just about to turn and usher the boys on when she noticed Amia's eyes travel over to
hers. The new girl smiled and turned to Tony. Rose thought she was merely smiling hello, but a
second later, Amia was walking straight for them.

“Hey,” Amia greeted Rose.

“Hi," Rose replied easily, though she could tell something was different with her new friend.
"Second day go okay?”

Amia shrugged uncaringly, “It was alright.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Rose noticed James, Carson, and Trevor share baffled looks with each
other. Rose knew that James wouldn't hint otherwise so she took the initiative.

“Oh, Mia, this is my cousin James, and his mates Carson and Trevor. They’re Gryffindors too.”

Amia politely nodded in their direction, “Hey.”

James resulted to his trademark grin and stuck out his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Trevor waved meekly and Carson stood stock-still as the exchange transpired. Rose wanted to laugh
at the boys but for Amia's sake, she bit her tongue.

“So what are you up to now?” she asked instead.

Mia shrugged, “Just got out for the day. You?”

“Same.”

“How are you liking Hogwarts so far?” James asked. The other boys shot him flabbergasted looks,
mystified by his no doubt brazen behaviour.

James, however, simply looked on in interest.

Again, Mia shrugged, “It’s cool. Interesting.”

He grinned, “I bet it’s a lot different than your old school.”

“Yeah,” Amia admitted, “It’s a lot different than Avalon.”

“Avalon?” This time it was Trevor who was working up the courage to speak. Carson shot him an
incredulous look as the boy next to him shifted on his feet, “Where’s that?”

Amia tried to bite back her knowing smile as she answered, “Southern California, where I’m
from.”

A strange guttural noise sounded from the back of Carson’s throat. Just as the rest of the group
was turning to shoot him confused looks, he jerked his head at Amia.

“D-do they have quidditch there?”

Trevor looked in horror at the boy, while Rose and James both closed their eyes in embarrassment.
Amia tried to glance between them for clarification, before turning back to the younger boy, “Uh,
what?”

The sound earlier must’ve been Carson trying to clear his throat, because he did it again.
“Quidditch?” he practically squeaked.

“We didn’t have a school team, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh.”

James wanted to slap his hand to his forehead to hide himself, but knew that wouldn’t do his
struggling friend any good. Instead, he stepped forward to pat Carson on the shoulder and gave Amia
an apologetic look, “Forgive my friend, he’s just a little shy around
new people.”

Amia shrugged, “No worries.”

“Er, right. So did you get a lot of homework in Defence too?” Rose asked her, also trying to clear
the awkward tension.

She nodded forlornly, “Two foot essay on why it’s important. You’d think that being a sixth year,
the professor would know that it’s all monotonous…”

“They’re probably in denial,” James suggested with a conspiratorial smirk.

Amia grinned, “They always are.”

Rose could honestly say that she disagreed a bit, but didn‘t want to put herself out there like
that in front of her new friend. Instead, she turned to her and offered, “We were going to head to
the library to get started. You want to join?”

Amia looked to her. She seemed somewhat hesitant, but eventually, she nodded, “Yeah. Why
not?”

“Alright.” As they started off, heading down the rest of the hall for the stair case, James fell in
stride with Amia and asked her if she’d ever played quidditch before. Rose knew he was only doing
this as captain for the Gryffindor team, so she listened on in patience.

Amia was just starting to elaborate on her answer, and Trevor and Carson were just beginning to
whisper hurriedly to themselves when a sound interrupted them.

Amia froze midstep, and James and Rose also came to a halt. Their eyebrows’ furrowed in
concentration at the sudden noise.

“Did you guys hear that?” James asked, looking to his cousin.

Just as Rose was starting to shake her head, the noise sounded again. Only this time, it seemed to
be more clear. Like a voice…

“MIA!”

“What was that?” James asked, not quite catching the name.

“Mia!”

Rose raised her eyebrow, “Are you guys hearing that too? It sounds like-”

Amia coughed loudly, and pulled her book bag more securely over her shoulder, “Er, I have to go.
Catch you guys later.”

She didn’t give the four fifth years a chance to respond as she turned on her heel and headed off
in the opposite direction. The hairs on the back of her neck were standing up in anticipation as
she threw herself into a girl’s loo, and barricaded herself into one of the
stalls.

Background noise through the connection was just starting to become clear as she threw down her
bag, and reached inside her robes for something. With her heart racing a million miles a minute,
she pulled out a thin, rectangular mirror. She couldn’t help but smile as she saw her friend’s
anxious face on the other side.

“MIA!” the slim, bleach blonde girl with purple highlights screamed once she had steadied the
mirror.

Amia grinned at Lindsey Kelly, her best friend of sixteen years. She knew it had only been a day
and a half since she’d last seen her, but it seemed like much longer already.

“Linds, what’s with the screaming?”

“We never got a chance to test them from this long of a distance,” she explained, still a tone
louder than necessary, “I wanted to make sure you heard me!”

“Yeah, I think half my school heard you.”

Lindsey laughed, “Nice. These mirror things are legit.”

Amia nodded as she sat down on the toilet, “At least the hard work we invested in them paid off. So
what have you been up to?”

“Fucking nothing exciting,” Lindsey told her, also looking like she was sitting down, “It’s hard to
get pumped for anything knowing you won’t be there.”

Amia sighed, “I’ve been bummin’ the last couple days too. Turns out I miss you guys a bit.”

Lindsey scoffed, “You miss me more than a bit, I know it.”

Mia figured that she wouldn’t have to confirm it since it was so true. Lindsey didn’t have to look
too deep to figure it out. “So how’s everyone?” she asked instead.

“Eh…” Lindsey voiced sceptically, immediately tipping Amia off to something not so great, “Good for
the most part.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Most part?”

“The implications of another school year kind of sucks, but whatever.” As she finished, she shot
Amia a testing look. Amia could tell she looked a bit nervous and was just about to question her on
it when she spoke.

“So…TJ misses you…”

Amia sighed. This was the last thing she wanted to talk about, and her best friend should’ve known
that. She realized that Lindsey had the unfortunate job of looking out for both her and TJ, but
still.

“Yeah, and I already said I missed you guys too.”

Lindsey let out a sigh, and Amia hoped that was a sigh of defeat. A few moments later, she was glad
to hear her friend changing the subject, “So obviously the people there aren’t as cool as me, but
have you been trying to make friends?”

Amia bit her lip as she nodded, “I met a few cool people.”

Lindsey raised her eyebrow, sensing there was something her best mate was refusing to tell her,
“Any boys?”

Amia smirked, “One or two…”

She continued to smile as her friend laughed. In truth, there were a few cute British boys so far,
but only one she thought she liked enough to be friends with. The boy in her Potions class actually
seemed to be on the same page as her.

“Nice,” Lindsey complimented, “Anyone interested?”

Amia shot her a look. She knew just what Lindsey was fishing for, but Amia was determined to not
give her any information she could use against her.

“I have school to worry about.”

Lindsey scoffed in agreement, “Yeah, and you better be on your best fucking behaviour. Dude, if you
don’t get to come home, I swear I’ll rip my fucking hair out.”

“I know,” she consented quietly, “and trust me, I’ll be home by Christmas. Sooner, if there’s any
luck.”

A comfortable silence passed between the two lifelong friends. Amia’s mind began to wonder off on
the topic of finding a way to go home as soon as possible. Lindsey, though, was thinking of
something entirely different.

A few more minutes passed, before Lindsey looked unsurely at Mia, “So… I heard Travis left the
hospital yesterday.”

Mia’s breath caught in her throat, “Really?”

“Yeah. I guess he’s doing a lot better.”

Quiet again. Honestly, Amia didn’t know what to say to that. She knew what she wanted to say, but
didn’t want to broach such a complicated topic at the moment when she was trying to reunite with
her best friend. So instead, she simply nodded, “Good.”

“We could try and petition again-”

“Lindsey I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” Lindsey conceded, not wanting to get into it now either, “So how is that place?”

Amia blew out an awed breath as she leaned against the wall, “The castle’s huge. It puts Avalon to
shame. And the grounds are even more gnarly.”

“How’s the weather?” Lindsey asked, obviously searching for something bad about the place.

Amia grinned knowingly, “Fucking horrible.”

Lindsey smiled too, “So it’s not better than home?”

“It rates similarly, but in different ways,” Amia shrugged after a moment of thought.

Lindsey seemed to understand, so she changed the subject, “And your classes?”

“Decent,” Mia replied, “Looks like we really do get a more advanced education at Avalon. I’ve
already been through a lot of the lessons…”

Lindsey raised an optimistic eyebrow, “But that’s perfect. You don’t have to pay attention in
class!”

“Pretty much,” she shrugged indifferently, “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to get away with
that though.”

“Tough professors?” Lindsey guessed benevolently.

“Not really, but…” Amia debated with herself over whether or not she should tell Lindsey about what
happened yesterday with her Transfiguration professor. In the end though, she figured she couldn’t
really keep quiet about it for any longer. She sighed as she went on, “I mean, there’s one teacher
that stares at me like I’m some unidentified organism. It kind of creeps me out.”

Lindsey scrunched up her face, “Maybe he has the hots for you?”

“No,” Amia said, immediately dismissing the idea, “it’s a lady. Her daughter’s pretty chill though,
and she said that it was her first year teaching, so I guess I can blame it on that.”

“Probably,” Lindsey acquiesced, “So besides that, nothing interesting?”

“Not really,” Amia answered, “How’s Malea?”

Lindsey looked like she was trying to fight back laughter, “You really want to know?”

Mia shrugged passively, “I feel like I’m obligated to ask.”

“She’s fine. I think. You know she has a harder time following us around once we go back to
school…”

“I can rest easy knowing Mum has her hands full with her,” Amia muttered, allowing a small, albeit
evil, grin spread over her lips.

Lindsey shook her head, “I doubt it. Kirsten’s been keeping pretty busy herself.”

At that, Mia’s face twisted into a disgusted expression, “Gross.”

“I guess you’re kind of lucky though,” Lindsey acknowledged, “I mean, at least you get to get away
for a while.”

“Yeah…” A tense pause filled the air, giving both girls the chance to think off on their respective
topics. Lindsey, on how she could get her best friend back as soon as possible; Mia, on how she was
happy to be away from her actual family, but pissed to be separated unwillingly from the friends
she considered her real family. Her mind even wandered over to the subject of Travis… and then
unwillingly fell upon TJ. As soon as she realized what, or who she was thinking about, she blinked
and cleared her throat. She loved her best friend, but she knew Lindsey was analyzing her. Right
now, she just
wanted to be alone.

She gave Lindsey a sad smile as she started speaking, “Hey, I have to get going. I’ll talk to you
soon, okay?”

Lindsey sighed, but nodded nevertheless, “Alright. Love you ‘Mi.”

“Love you too Linds. Say hi to everyone for me.”

“Okay.”

The two friends shared one last smile, before Amia pressed her palm flat over the small mirror. She
waited a few seconds, and when she lifted her hand off, Lindsey was gone.

She sighed once more to herself as she stuffed the mirror back into her pocket. At least she had a
lifeline back to her life back home. Hopefully though, it wouldn’t stress her out too much.

It wasn’t that Amia didn’t want to stay in touch with people back in Newport… but she just felt
like she needed to be away from their prying eyes for a bit. That’s why she hadn’t totally pegged
coming to England as such a horrible thing. Even though it was cold, it was a good place to
disappear for a while…

…

Hermione sat alone at her desk, her thumb bit gently between her teeth as her other traced lightly
over the picture of her first baby. She knew there were other things she should’ve been doing all
afternoon, but she literally couldn’t help herself. There was no way she could push Amia to the
back of her mind so easily… or, for that matter, the conversation she’d had with Harry the previous
night.

All she had intended to do was gaze at Amia’s baby picture for a few minutes. Alas, a few minutes
turned into a few hours, and eventually she found herself flipping through the old album that Harry
had given her when they’d first moved into their Boston flat. It was a bit
difficult to look at the pictures of her and Harry, so young, and so happy together… However, she
couldn’t deny the twinge of delight she felt every time she saw her pregnant belly growing larger
and larger over the foray of photos.

She flipped back a page, and saw the picture of her and Harry on Christmas morning. He had the
ridiculous beanie she had attempted to knit for him on, and was kissing her cheek with his hands
draped lovingly over her very pregnant belly.

Hermione couldn’t help but sigh as tears pricked at the back of her eyes. Harry had always been
there for her back then. Why couldn’t he just be there for her now?

Hermione jumped slightly, and looked up startled at the door as the handle turned but
unsuccessfully opened. Her chest heaved in relief that she’d remembered to lock the door before
reminiscing.

A knock sounded as she quickly closed the photo album, and stuffed it into the bottom drawer on her
desk. She straightened up in her chair before grabbing her wand and waving it at the door.

“Come in,” she called out as the door unlatched itself.

The door was pushed open from the other side. She was somewhat surprised to see Hugo walk in.

“Oh, hi sweetheart.”

“Hey Mum,” Hugo greeted. Hermione frowned at his hassled sounding tone. “Have you seen Tidbit?”
Hugo asked once he reached her desk.

“Tidbit?” Hermione frowned, “No… shouldn’t he be in the owlery?”

Hugo shook his head, “I looked but he wasn’t there.”

“Oh. Did you have a letter to send?”

“Yeah, I was going to owl Dad. Have you heard from him? I haven’t yet…” Hugo finished in a mumble.
Hermione’s frowned hardened as she watched her boy look down to his feet, and scuff his shoe at the
ground. She sighed, suddenly furious with her husband.

“Oh, um, yes. Actually, I just got done writing him. He said he was very proud of you for making it
in Gryffindor and that he knows you’ll do great,” Hermione quickly made up. She knew it was wrong
to lie to her son, but she was only looking out for his best interest.
That didn’t make her feel as guilty, because to be honest, the only letter she’d received from Ron
as of yet was one begging her to reconsider and come home. Hermione had discarded the letter almost
as soon as she’d open it.

Instantly, Hugo brightened, “Oh, cool. Well do you think you can mail my letter anyway?”

“Sure babe.” Hermione took the letter and glanced down to it briefly. When she looked back up, she
tried to muster a smile for her
oblivious son. She realized for the first time, that she hadn’t exactly looked into his activities
since they’d been here either.

“So how have your classes been so far?” she asked, though she felt a little tense doing so.

Hugo shrugged, “They suck.”

“Excuse me?”

Hugo bit his lip as he looked up nervously to meet his mother’s stern glare. “I mean every class
sucks except for Transfiguration,” he tried to redeem himself.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, “That wasn’t what I was going for. Why do they ‘suck’?”

“Because I already have homework!”

“Which is one of the main components of school,” she reminded him chidingly.

“I know, but I already got a lot…” Hugo whined, starting to scruff his feet against the ground
again.

Hermione sighed, now more calm as she came forward to run a hand through his hair, “The sooner you
get it done, the sooner you can have fun. Remember that.”

“Whatever,” he muttered unconcernedly, “So you’ll mail that to Dad?” he then asked, giving her a
much more pointed look.

Hermione sighed as she straightened, “Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll see you at dinner then.”

“Start on that homework,” Hermione called after him as he turned and headed for the door.

Hugo waved his hand behind him, but made no further comment to follow his mother’s instructions.
Hermione let out a breath as she realized that she’d have to keep a close eye on Hugo this
semester.

Once her son had closed the door behind him, Hermione looked down to the letter in her hand. Again,
she was faced with the dreaded feeling which was the consequence of her decision. How was she
supposed to explain to Hugo, a boy who was so in love with his father, that she couldn’t be with
the man anymore? How could she explain in the
easiest terms that their family was being split in half?

Her heartbeat felt painful as she turned and glanced back to the desk that she knew held her old
photo album. Maybe the most important question of all, was how the hell was she going to live with
the fact that her children- all three of them- were living in the same tower, all completely
oblivious to the depth of their relationship?

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**Chapter 7:** Private Lessons

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There was a loud chorus of laughter in the corner of the class. Hermione figured that maybe one
of the sixth year students had transformed the porcupine into a pointy haired cat instead of the
required blue bird. She didn’t care enough to look up. Her eyes were locked on the object of her
affection, as they were every time Hermione was anywhere near Amia. This time though, there was a
different manner to her stare. It wasn’t just adoration and curiosity; there was confusion in
Hermione’s face too.

There were a few things she’d been having trouble understanding about Amia. A few strange things
that Hermione was having trouble putting her finger on.

Part of her confusion stemmed from the fact how Amia barely ever showed up for meals. How was
she eating? She was already quite skinny, so she shouldn’t be skipping the opportunity to eat.
Hermione wasn’t sure if she even went to lunch; no matter how soon she tried to let out her midday
class, she’d never been able to catch Amia in the Great Hall for her second meal.

She couldn’t pin it on maybe some sort of social awkwardness. Plenty of students- the whole
school really- was fascinated with Amia. The boys gave her more than their fair share of attention,
and each day Amia seemed to tolerate them with a flattered smile. However, there were a few people
Hermione had spotted her hanging around. To her continued shock, Rose was one of those people. When
Amia wasn’t missing from the social life of the school, Hermione found her walking around and
talking with Rose.

Another point of ponder was how she was excelling in Transfiguration without ever participating
in class discussions or group projects. Over the week, Hermione had tried to shake herself out of
simply staring at the girl all period while she assigned the rest of the students reading out of
the book. After all, she was here to teach these kids. She figured she could stare at her while she
was working with the other students. But oddly enough, all Amia ever seemed to do in these groups
was poke around in the corner. She didn’t add much to the learning atmosphere, and actually looked
quite bored throughout the lessons. But then why was her homework flawless?

Hermione had done a lot of debating with herself. She knew under normal circumstances, she
would’ve severely questioned a student who didn’t exude their academic ability in class, but did so
as a part of the written homework. Naturally though, she couldn’t stoop herself into believing that
Amia was cheating. She was convinced that it went beyond that. And *that*, was what Hermione
had been debating for the past couple days. If it went beyond that… then shouldn’t she- as a good
professor- find out what the problem is? Wasn’t that a part of her job?

Hermione was startled in her seat as the bell signaling the end of class rang. She’d already
assigned the students their homework for the night, so when they all turned in their study groups
to give her questioning looks, she tried her best to muster a smile.


“Have a good day,” she called out, a bit quietly. The students were too excited to get their things
and go to notice her obvious nerves. Her eyes traveled addictively back to the California girl as
she sauntered over to her table towards the back of her room.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione pushed herself up from her desk. Anxiously wringing her hands in
front of her, she slowly made her way towards Amia while the rest of the students piled out of the
class.

Her heart jolted as Amia hoisted the strap of her book bag over her shoulder, and straightened from
the table. She noticeably froze when she saw Hermione standing a few feet away.

A suspicious looked flashed across her face before she relaxed it into a general composure. She
gripped the strap of her bag tightly and began to turn away from Hermione- clearly attempting to
make a hasty escape. Hermione, however, was quick to stop her.

"M-Miss Cooper, I-I was wondering if I could have a word?"

Amia frowned, now even more suspicious, "Actually, I have to be getting to Herbology,
so-"

"Oh, I'm sure Neville won't mind. I can send a note with you if I have to,"
Hermione proposed, sounding a lot more sure of herself.

Mia's eyes narrowed slightly, but she figured there was no use arguing with the lady. She might
as well get whatever she wanted to talk about over with as soon as possible.

"Okay…"

Hermione wanted to beam at the news that she was willing to stay and talk with her, but the
rational side of her had to remind herself that she was only doing it because Amia was a student
and she was her teacher.

Hermione's thoughts lead her off into more onslaughts of self-depreciation. She was just about
to drown in another downpour of desperation, when the confused look on Mia's face prompted her
to speak.

"Um, so h-how do you like your classes so far?"

Amia's expression remained stationary, "They're fine."

Hermione was quiet for a few seconds hoping that Amia would elaborate. When the girl stayed quiet,
Hermione fumbled for something to say. She should've thought about this more...

"Oh. Good…"

Hermione wanted to kick herself at her daftness. She knew that if she didn't just spit out what
she had wanted to talk to her about, Amia would most likely think she was a weirdo and run off.
Then her chances at talking to her would be dashed. Even now, Amia was making not-so-subtle glances
towards the door. She really needed to pull her head together, and quick.

"Er, right. So the reason I kept you behind today was to-"

"Is there a problem with my homework or something?" Hermione's eyes darted up to
Amia's at her unexpected question, and found the girl to be staring unabashedly at her.
Hermione was almost too shocked to answer.

"N-No. No! Your homework is perfect. By far the best this year… But that's sort of what I
wanted to talk to you about…"

"I don't understand. If my homework’s perfect, then what's the problem?" Amia
kept her question free of disrespect or arrogance, but genuinely wanted to know why the hell she
was being kept after for doing well. So far, Amia had just thought that her Transfiguration teacher
was a bit batty for all the staring she did at her; she didn't
think she was actually crazy.

“Well,” Hermione started, suddenly nervous again. The last thing she wanted was to sound
accusatory, “It’s just that you’re starting to look bored during class. And with your impeccable
homework, it just made me wonder if… if you’ve already done this?”

Amia bit her lip, “What do you mean?”

“Have you already been taught this material before?”

A few moments passed where Amia weighed in what she could and couldn’t get away with. Weird and
awkward, or not, Professor Granger did seem rather observant. Maybe she couldn’t get away with as
much as she’d originally thought she could…

After another few seconds, Amia sighed, “I might’ve already been through inter-animal
transformation at Avalon…”

Hermione couldn’t help the smile that appeared at the corner of her mouth, “Wow…” she mused to
herself, “But when did you learn it? Usually you have to go through a semester of 6th
year charms to be able to change one animal into another. I thought I was only giving you guys a
taste…”

She shrugged, “We were taught that all at once last year.”

Hermione nodded in understanding, but couldn’t take her eyes off her, “So my lessons have been
boring you?"

"They're not boring," Amia quickly denied, "It's just that I kind of already
know it all. It's a nice review…"

Hermione's heart swelled with her humbleness. As she started to lead off into her adoring stare
of the girl, once more getting lost in awe, a thought struck her that made her heart start to pound
immediately.

It wasn't exactly beneficial to keep Amia in a class that she already understood through and
through. But then again, placing her in a 7th year class might be too difficult... Oh, who was she
kidding? Amia probably knew 7th year transfiguration too.

As a professor, Hermione had a duty to teach her students- not tell them stuff they already knew.
And Hermione was Amia's teacher... Now that she knew the truth, she couldn't just very well
ignore it, could she?

Hermione glanced up at Amia, and found her looking back towards the exit. The idea that she was
looking for an escape encouraged Hermione to speak.

"So... So where did you get to in Transfiguration before you came here?"

"Prime-mate cloning," Amia replied with a light shrug.

"Normally Hogwarts students wouldn't get to that until the end of their 7th year,"
Hermione told her, trying to stay calm and collected.

"Oh," Amia muttered listlessly.

"I-I don't think it's wise to leave you in a class when you already know the
content...."

"You mean I don't have to take Transfiguration?" Amia asked, her voice tinged with
her own form of excitement.

Hermione shook her head, "No. More like… Well, I could give you private lessons."

Amia had to catch her mouth from falling open. "P-Private lessons?" she stammered.

Hermione nodded, "Yes. Lessons that are crafted to your advanced level of
knowledge."

"I'm not that advanced… I was just taught it already."

"Trust me Amia. You know more than the 7th years in this subject."

Amia wanted to raise her eyebrow at Professor Granger's notion to trust her. However, letting
herself get weirded out by the woman, even more than she already was, probably wouldn't do any
good.

"Can't you just turn the other cheek?" she mumbled pathetically, knowing what the
answer would be before she even tried.

Hermione bit her lip, "You're here to learn, aren't you?"

She sighed in defeat, "Yeah, I guess I am."

"I promise I'll make it worth your while," Hermione managed, her excitement
teetering.

Amia's eyebrows raised, but she didn't comment on how her professor seemed so excited for
this. "So I guess I don't really have a choice?" she asked just to clarify.

Hermione shook her head, shooting her a small smile, "You can use the first period class to do
your other homework."

"Oh, I still have to go to first period?"

Hermione's smile slowly fell from her face. Her eyes refocused and bore down into the eyes that
troubled her dreams on a nightly basis. It was selfish. She knew Amia would think so too, but she
could not sanely allow her baby to be away from her any more than necessary.

"For now," Hermione whispered, with no intentions to ever think about changing her
mind.

Amia sighed through her nose, "Fine. When do you want to start?"

"Tomorrow."

"Here?"

"Yes. Just come after dinner."

Amia nodded curtly, "Can I go now?"

"Yes," Hermione replied, finally breaking her pained daze, "Um, do you want a
note?"

"I'll be fine."

Amia didn't say goodbye. She simply turned and walked away from Hermione, who continued to
stare after her before she turned and disappeared out into the hall.

…

**The Next Day…**

…

Amia sat at the Gryffindor dinner, amidst a group of chattering teens. This was the first time
she’d actually sat down to eat dinner, but she hadn’t touched much of her food. Her thoughts were
elsewhere that evening, as she passed away the time before she’d have to head down to Professor
Granger’s classroom.

*Private lessons.* The idea still sucked to her. Why did she care so much that Amia was
good at Transfiguration? Why did she *have* to care?

“I can’t picture her being that tough on you,” Rose said from next to her.

Amia nodded. Rose had been the only person she’d told about these new lessons. It had crossed
her mind that she might be able to ask Rose to get her mom to back off, but she didn’t want to put
her in the middle of her issues. Even though this sucked, she had conceded to the fact that she
would have to go.

“I mean, if she’s taking the time to give you private classes then she’s probably putting
together some really interesting lessons.”

“Yeah,” Amia mumbled, twisting her fork stuck in the center of the noodles piled on her plate.
Feeling eyes on her, she glanced up and once again found a few random kids staring at her. She
sighed, setting down her fork. This was why she didn’t come to dinner. These British kids obsessed
too easily over nobody’s.

“I’m going to get going,” Mia said to Rose, reaching underneath the table to pick up her book
bag.

Rose gave her an encouraging smile, “Good luck. Don’t let my mum scare you. That woman does love
her transfiguration.”

In response, Amia let out a weak laugh. She waved once more at Rose and muttered something about
seeing her later, before she headed off down the aisle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw table.
A waving hand caught her eye, and she spared Tony a little grin. Besides that, she managed to make
it out of the Great Hall unscathed.

Amia was starting to remember her way around the castle, therefore she had no trouble finding
the staircase and getting on. To her happiness, with a little extra grip placed on the railing of
the ancient moving staircase, it ceased from wildly changing direction too much.

Before she knew it, dread had descended upon her as she found herself standing outside of the
transfiguration classroom.

Hermione turned at the sound of a knock on the open doors to her classroom. She had just been
coordinating the desks in order to give her and Amia enough space to practice that night. A smile
overtook her concentrating expression as soon as she laid eyes on Amia.

“Hello Amia.”

She nodded at her acknowledgement, “You can call me Mia.”

“Oh, okay… It’s a nice name.”

Amia raised an eyebrow as Hermione immediately closed her eyes, reprimanding herself for being
so stupid. Earlier, Hermione had made a conscience promise that she would do her best not to make
Amia uncomfortable. That included staring and blurting out random compliments.

“Thanks?” Amia asked, unsure of what else to say to that.

Hermione bit her cheek, “You’re welcome.”

“Right, so…”

“You can set your stuff over in the corner,” Hermione told her, nodding off to the side as her
confidence and authority came crawling back to her, “You’re only going to need your wand
tonight.”

Amia did as she was told and walked over to the corner to drop off her bag. Since she didn’t
normally carry her wand with her, she had to dig around inside for a few seconds to find it. When
she found it hidden underneath her Potions text, she stood up with it and turned back to Professor
Granger to wait for more instructions.

Hermione took a deep breath as Amia came to stand in front of her, “Since there’s no text book
beyond 7th year transfiguration, I figured we’d work mostly with the physical side of
transfiguration. Initial theory is very important, but tonight I want to focus on what you already
know.”

“Okay.”

“Right now, I want you to show me what you can do.”

Amia frowned, “Excuse me?”’

“Show me what you can do,” Hermione repeated, a wry grin playing at her lips.

Amia waited a few minutes, waiting for Granger to further explain. When no explanation came, and
the professor continued to look at her expectantly, Amia shook her head, “I don’t know what to
do.”

Hermione bit her lip and started looking around for something to use. She looked to the left and
smiled. “The desk,” she announced walking towards it, “What can you do to it?”

“What do you want me to do to it?” Amia shrugged, starting to get bored.

“I want you to use your imagination,” Hermione said, for the first time looking straight at her
and not getting shaky. She was surprised, but it was overpowered by her desire to actually watch
Amia perform.

Mia sighed, now looking somewhat nervous, “I’m not good at showing off.”

“Try,” Hermione encouraged.

Amia let out another breath before turning to the desk. She had to remind herself to raise her
wand as an idea formed in her mind.

With her wand trained unwavering on the wood object, she whispered four words, “*Incohare
aurum piscis piscis.*”

The desk trembled for a moment before it suddenly disappeared in a whirlwind of brown. If
Hermione had blinked, she would’ve missed it. But since she was paying such close attention, she
saw the final effects of Mia’s spell.

A smile spread over her face as Hermione walked forward and bent to pick up the clear glass full
of water. Inside the glass, a small, bright orange fish was innocently swimming around.

“This is amazing,” Hermione muttered, still marveling at the display.

Amia shrugged as she scratched the back of her head. “It’s not that hard if you just know the
spell…” Again with the humbleness. Of course she wouldn’t know where that trait came from- but to
Hermione, it was so perfectly clear just how much of Harry Potter’s daughter she was.

Hermione turned to set the goldfish on another desk before turning back to Mia. She gave her an
encouraging nod.

“Keep going.”

…

Harry’s thoughts were thousands of miles away as he made the routine walk down to the law office
in the Ministry.

Work had been extremely dull, and it was even harder to go home and see Ginny at night with
thoughts of Hermione and Lilly on his mind. Being so mentally preoccupied, he was actually fine
with the fact that it was his turn to take care of non-field work. Being a team leader, he could
easily get one of the interns to do this, but he liked to be fair.

As Harry rounded the corner, he saw the door to the lawyer’s office who he was supposed to drop
off his current workload to. The case in question was a dispute between a husband and a wife, which
was incidentally enough something this lawyer specialized in.

The door was open. With a smidge of relief, Harry figured that the lawyer, Henry Pettlebone, was
in working at the moment. This was good; he didn’t feel like going through the trouble of finding
Pettlebone’s secretary and actually having to open his mouth to speak to him or her when he could
barely form a coherent sentence.

However, once he reached the door his spirits fell. Pettlebone was nowhere in the small, square
office. Harry sighed. Just his luck…

A moment passed where he briefly entertained the thought of going to find the lawyer’s
secretary. In the end, apathy got the better of him and he walked forward, readying himself to just
drop the paperwork on the man’s desk.

The light file landed innocently enough amidst other folders and parchment rubbish. Though, the
force of it did move a couple papers off a small haphazard stack, making Harry catch the beginning
of a name. That name made him stop dead in his tracks.

Moving without knowingly doing so, Harry pulled the file out so that he could read the title of
the folder clearly. His jaw locked as soon as he saw that he hadn’t been imagining anything.

In legible black ink, the words *Granger vs. Weasley* were scrawled across the tab of a
manila folder.

Harry’s blood began to pulse. He knew he had absolutely no right to be doing so, but the
rational thought never made it through to his brain, already clouding with possibilities of what
this could be. *Granger vs. Weasley*- did Granger mean that Hermione was divorcing Ron? But
then again, Pettlebone specialized in spousal disputes, primarily abuse.

The mere thought made Harry clench his fists. He reached forward for the file-

“Oh, Mr. Potter!”

Harry spun on his heel so hard, he probably could’ve apparated if it weren’t for the lack of
destination. *Damn Pettlebone.* Why did he have to show up right when Harry wanted to see the
reason for Hermione’s case?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be here so soon. That’s the Marcus testimony, I take it?” the
tall, thin wizard asked pointing to the file Harry had just dropped on his desk.

“Er, yeah,” Harry muttered, forcing himself to breath.

“Jolly good. I appreciate you walking it over.” The man smiled kindly at Harry, maybe expecting
for him to make small talk. Though, Harry was in no condition to talk to the bloke. His knees were
nearly knocking together for Merlin’s sake. If he didn’t get out of that office soon, he was sure
something would blow up.

“Yeah. See you,” was all he could manage before he fled. He was positive that he attracted some
odd stares as he hurried through the halls of the law office, back towards the main corridor.

Part of him was telling him to calm down, and that Hermione’s business was her own. However, the
second, greater part of him was exploding with the possibilities of Ron physically harming her. He
had never thought his old friend capable of abuse; but then again, he never thought Ron would cheat
on Hermione either.

And now what was he going to do? It’s not like he could go back to Pettlebone and ask to know
why Hermione had a case with him. Nor could he demand to see those documents. Breaking in was a
possibility, but the ramifications if he were caught were too great. If only James hadn’t taken his
bloody invisibility cloak, he could go sneak a peak at the file now. Going and checking one out
from the Auror supplies department would take too long, and he really couldn’t wait.

Suddenly, the answer was clear. If he couldn’t rely on her case file to tell him what was going
on, he’d just have to go to Hermione directly.

He needed to go to Hogwarts. Tonight.

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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 8:** Won’t Waste One Second with Her

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With a swish of her wand, Hermione sent the desk that she had let Mia use as her main object
back into its correct spot. It had taken her a couple tries to return the jar of bluebell flames
back into a non-smoldering wood, but eventually she’d managed it. To be honest, she was too busy
marveling over Amia’s talents to even think about how she had seemed to perfect something that
Hermione herself had never tried. Ingenious seemed too belittling to describe Amia.

A knock at the door interrupted Hermione’s inner monologue. She looked up with a frown,
immediately thinking that it was Amia and that maybe she had left something.

“Come in!” she called, standing up from her desk.

Hermione was definitely not expecting the face that appeared behind the door. Her frowned
narrowed into suspicion as Harry closed the door behind him and turned to face her. She took note
of the dark look on his face as she addressed him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you,” Harry said, walking up to her at her desk.

She took a step back as he came to stand before her. She couldn’t help the first thing that came
to her mind. Was he really here to warn her about Amia again? If it didn’t work the first time,
what made him think he had a right to try again?

“About what?” Hermione asked, tense.

“I was at work. I had to turn in a testimony to the solicitors office. When I went to the
lawyer’s office I saw a case on his desk.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow at his explanation. That definitely wasn’t what she had been
expecting to hear, “Okay…”

Harry didn’t hesitate before he spoke next, “What’s going on with you and Ron?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Hermione answered him belligerently. However, she
would’ve been lying if she said her heart hadn’t started racing as she began connecting the
dots.

Harry’s expression hardened further, “What are you doing giving a case entitled Granger versus
Weasley to Henry Pettlebone for?”

Hermione froze. She hadn’t expected him to ask her so bluntly. The answer was on the tip of her
tongue, even though she had figured she wasn’t ready to tell anyone. She hadn’t even told her kids.
But telling her kids and telling Harry were two different things.

“That’s none of your business Harry,” she finally spoke after a few moments.

Harry scoffed, “I like to think differently.”

“It doesn’t concern you!” she exclaimed this time, heated since Harry sounded so
domineering.

“The hell it doesn’t! You know Pettlebone specializes in spousal disputes?”

Hermione glared at him, “I’m aware of that.”

What happened next both shocked and softened her at the same time. It was a simple question that
implied such complicated things…

“Has he hurt you?” Harry asked, in a much more controlled tone.

Hermione sighed. Physically, Ron had never hit her and she would never lie about that. But
mentally… His actions should’ve incurred hurt. But Hermione didn’t feel that upset. She was more
upset over the fact that her kids would have to deal with Ron’s actions too. Maybe her pride had
been a bit wounded. Scratch the bit. It was embarrassing, that was for sure. What would people
think when they found out that Ron had gone to other woman to find satisfaction? At least a few
would take it out on her. But besides all that, Hermione knew she shouldn’t be hurt. She had never
loved him… she had never really wanted to be with *him*…

She sighed, “Ron’s never hit me Harry.”

“Are you sure?” Harry asked sharply. Hermione could tell he was using his Auror technique on
her.

However, she only rolled her eyes in exasperation, “Yes.”

“Then why?” Staring into his burning gaze, she knew that Harry was at the point where he was so
determined to find out, that it would happen with or without her consent.

Knowing that there was very little else she could do, she sighed, “Henry is a friend from uni.
That’s why I gave my case to him.”

“Why do you have a case? What is it about?” His eyes were rimming with anticipation as he
spoke.

Hermione closed her eyes for one brief moment. She could lie to him; tell him something that was
completely different from the truth. But then that would only be another factor moving her away
from her intended target. Taking the initiative to actually file was a huge step forward, and even
though she didn’t like it, admitting it to Harry was another. She took a deep breath.

“I’m divorcing Ron.”

Harry’s jaw went slack, “You’re divorcing?”

“We separated when I came here,” Hermione explained, “The kids don’t know and I want it to stay
that way until I figure out exactly what I’m doing and how I’ll handle it.”

“I understand,” Harry nodded, his tone suddenly much more gentle. He honestly didn’t know how to
act now. Hermione and Ron divorcing was huge. She might not have known it, but it had a huge effect
on him too.

“Are…”

Hermione frowned at his suddenly faraway expression, “What?”

“Are you okay?” Harry asked quietly, shyly meeting her eyes. He didn’t know if he had a right to
be asking Hermione this, but he needed to know.

Hermione shrugged, “Yes. I’m fine. It’s going to be difficult… but I’ll be fine.”

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Harry whispered, wanting so badly to take a step forward and take her
in his arms. Despite what she said, he knew that her indifferent demeanor was just a show. She had
to be hurting on the inside. The thought of Ron being the cause for that pain literally made him
want to clench his fists. That stupid selfish wanker had hurt Hermione, and for what? To satisfy
his ridiculous desires? Did he not understand what kind of consequences that would have? Why Ron
would even want to take the risk of losing Hermione was a mystery to him.

Hermione stood there for a minute, studying Harry’s expression. It was a second before her
confused look set into a frown and she shook her head, “You know, don’t you?”

Harry jerked his eyes up to her and found the emotion he had been looking for. Unfortunately, it
was directed at him. Even with that in mind, all he could think to do was tell the truth,
“Yeah.”

“So what, you guys talk about it?” Hermione asked snappishly.

Harry quickly shook his head, “No! I saw him a couple weeks ago… at the Cannons party. He was
with her then.”

The room went quiet for a moment after that. Hermione’s fiery look faded, and she turned her
eyes down to stare at something on her desk. When she nodded, Harry’s heart sunk. Not realizing he
was moving, he walked around her desk and pulled on her shoulder so that she was facing him.

“He’s a dumb git Hermione. I swear I’ve been fighting the urge to pound his face in

every time I see him.” Whatever she might be feeling, she had to know that he, at least, was on
her side. He wouldn’t betray her like Ron had.

Hermione only shrugged again, “He’s just a bloke. Don’t let it get you so heated.”

“Don’t make excuses for him,” Harry scorned.

“I’m not making any excuses for him!”

Harry bit back his retort, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good. Instead, he asked, “How long
have you known?”

Immediately, he knew that she would be reluctant to divulge any information to him. He could
tell so by the way Hermione drew her bottom lip up and clenched it between her teeth. He’d always
been able to decipher her mannerisms. Her diversion techniques wouldn’t be working this time
though.

“He said he’d stop a long time ago,” she mumbled with a light shrug.

“That bastard…”

“Harry, I’ve come to terms with it,” Hermione said calmly. This time she didn’t look
indifferent, or truly upset. It was more of a genuine tone that she was taking, “We’re not in love.
I can’t expect him to love me when I…”

“Don’t?”

*Can’t*. Hermione bit her lip, “Right.”

“You should’ve dropped him when you first found out,” Harry muttered angrily.

She only shook her head, “No… that would’ve destroyed Rose and Hugo. Even now I have no idea how
I’m going to tell them…”

“You should be honest with them,” Harry suggested, trying to calm himself down. Hermione always
was pretty selfless when it came to her kids. It made sense that she was putting them first, even
if that meant she had to suffer. “They’re going to be upset either way,” he tried to convince her
regardless.

Harry was happy to see her nod, but when she shrugged a second later he knew he hadn‘t really
gotten through with her. “I haven’t decided anything yet. I’ve been too preoccupied,” she said.

“Doing what?” he asked, now curious.

Hermione hesitated. Instantly her eyes started to dart around the room, “Just… work and
everything… Um, I’m going to go put some of these books away. Be

right back.”

Before he had time to question her, Hermione bent over and scooped up some of the large
transfiguration tomes on her desk that she had let Amia peruse through during her lesson, and
practically ran from the class.

Harry watched her disappear into her office, with a steady frown set upon her face. He knew she
could’ve easily had those books back in their place with a simple wave of her wand. He also knew
that her cowardly escape was another one of her diversion tactics. She was trying to hide
something, but what?

Harry found himself starting to glance around the classroom. It was just like McGonagall’s old
class, except it had a slightly more aged feel to it. Even Hermione’s desk, despite how cluttered
it was, seemed like an antique version of the now headmistress. Harry frowned as he noticed the
unorganized array of papers, folders, and quills on Hermione’s desk. Usually she kept her work area
very neat. Maybe the stress of teaching was getting to her…

He bent and picked up a broken quill and then tossed it in the rubbish bin. As he turned back,
his eyes caught sight of a name in the midst of Hermione’s desk.

He couldn’t tell when his body numbed over, just that it did sometime after seeing the name Amia
Cooper neatly scrawled on a piece of parchment.

He didn’t know what instinct lead him to do it, but he picked up the parchment and let his eyes
absorb all of the things Hermione had claimed made this girl their Lilly. And sure enough, she had
been telling the truth:

*Name, Amia Cooper… D.O.B., 1/21/1993… Residency, Newport Beach, California, United States of
America…*

When Hermione came back from dropping the books off, she saw Harry, with his back to her,
hunched over something in his hand, looking like he was reading. As she quietly walked towards him,
she noticed an open file laying on top of her desk.

Immediately, she narrowed her eyes, “I never knew you to be so nosy.”

Harry jumped and spun on his heel to face an angry looking Hermione. As soon as he did, she
snatched the paper out of his hands and moved past him to return it to the folder on her desk.

His jaw flexed as she did so, “Don’t tell me I don’t have a right to look at that.”

“I thought you made your feelings perfectly clear last week,” Hermione snapped, turning around
to glare at him, “You don’t want anything to do with her, and that’s fine. But you can’t stop me
from getting to know her.”

Hermione knew what this was about. When Harry saw the file open to Amia’s paper, he probably
thought she was still acting like some obsessed loony in her pursuits to see Mia. The idea that
Harry was about to give her another lecture irritated her to no end.

“I never said I didn’t want anything to do with her,” Harry argued stubbornly.

She scoffed, “How many times did you tell me to leave her alone that night? Your intentions were
obvious.”

“Well the things you were suggesting called for me to tell you that.” Even though Harry was
frustrated, he wasn’t getting nearly as defensive as Hermione.

“Come off it,” Hermione said rudely, glaring unabashedly at him, “I wasn’t suggesting anything-
I just want to get to know her.”

“Hermione-”

“What?!” she shouted.

Harry didn’t reply immediately, instead he allowed a silence to engulf them where Hermione stood
before him, still heated and breathing heavily. Finally, when he thought she was calmed down
enough, he spoke.

“Look, I’m sorry. Okay? I have no fucking clue how to act or what to do right now. I just know
that, despite what we might be inclined to do…” he said, putting a strong emphasis on ‘we’, because
she was wrong if she believed that he could simply ignore this girl’s presence at Hogwarts.

“…She’d be devastated if you or I said anything to her. She grew up thinking that she was her
parents child. You’re still a stranger to her…” he finished, trying to be as gentle as possible.
The last thing Harry wanted to do was fight about this with Hermione. He just wanted her to
remember why they gave Lilly up in the first place. It was for her safety and happiness. He figured
that always should’ve been their first thought. The desires they had to reach out to her would
spoil that if they dared ever try.

And thankfully, Hermione seemed to agree after a few moments. “I know that,” she breathed,
letting her angry glare disappear from her face. A look of defeat replaced it, and somehow, that
made Harry feel worse.

Hermione picked up another book of her desk, and Harry figured that she wanted to make another
escape so that she didn’t have to face him. He thought about stopping her as she started walking
back towards her office, but decided against it. She probably wanted to be alone. Harry turned back
to Amia’s file on the desk. He would’ve been lying if he’d said that the thought of being alone
with the California girl’s file wasn’t alluring either.

Hermione turned back to him, a thought on her mind, just as Harry was about to pick up the piece
of parchment again. She was quiet for a second, wondering how to best phrase her question. However,
when she saw the look of unmistakable longing cross his face as his hand grazed over her file, she
knew she didn’t have to beat around the bush.

“Do you ever just think about her?” Her question was barely more than a whisper, but Harry
turned to face her as if she had been right in front of him.

“Yeah Hermione. I used to think about her all the time.”

“But?”

Harry sighed. It was a moment before he shrugged, “But real life got in the way. Constantly
thinking about her and wishing that things could’ve been different never made it any easier. We
have kids of our own that need our attention more then a memory of her does.”

“A part of me wishes I could feel like that.”

“Hermione-”

“I know I can’t say anything,” Hermione cut him off before he could even think about starting to
lecture her, “but I’ll never be able to accept that she’s not mine. She is my daughter… just not in
the way that matters most.”

Harry was quiet, but then he nodded. It seemed that idea wasn’t too hard to grasp for him, which
somewhat surprised Hermione since he seemed to be so convinced that this girl belonged to someone
else.

“Our theory worked, at least,” Harry said quietly after another few seconds, “I mean, she’s
alive… she’s healthy. She was able to have the normal childhood we wanted her to have.”

Even though Hermione nodded in response, she couldn’t fight the feeling that maybe that
assumption wasn’t completely true. There were just too many things- odd things- that didn’t make
sense concerning Amia.

She had her theories, but she wasn’t ready to divulge them to Harry. She wanted to find out more
first. So instead, she asked the next question that had been plaguing her for the past week. “What
do you think happened to those people?”

An second was all it took for a dark look to come over Harry’s features. He scoffed, “Who knows?
Maybe they found some other innocent people to prey on…”

“Or maybe they only cared about ruining our lives,” Hermione suggested, just as spitefully.

At her comment though, Harry seemed to soften, “Hermione, our lives weren’t ruined.”

Hermione looked at him with incredulous eyes. So she was wrong; Harry wasn’t as effected by Amia
as she was. She snorted, “I haven’t had one day go by were I haven’t thought about her. She’s
always been on my mind. Do you know how hard it is to look at Ron, and my kids, and my parents in
the eye knowing that they have no clue about why I feel half empty? You can’t possibly fathom how
much my life’s been effected by that girl.”

“Yes I can,” Harry said with an obstinate frown.

She shook her head, “You don’t act like it.”

At that, Harry’s eyes narrowed into a glare, “Obviously we had different ways of dealing with
it.”

His statement was like a knife in the chest for Hermione. She knew exactly what he was referring
too; something she knew was the prime reason their relationship changed forever. She had no good
retort as guilt consumed her, so she just nodded, “Yeah, obviously…”

“Hermione, we can’t change the past-”

“But I can change the future,” she interjected, “Now that she’s here, I’m not going to waste one
second with her.”

Now Harry’s narrowed eyes looked suspicious, “What are you planning on doing?”

“I’m not planning any elaborate scheme if that’s what your thinking,” Hermione defended herself,
“She needs special lessons in Transfiguration.”

He raised an eyebrow, “What, is she behind or something?”

“No. She’s advanced. Very advanced. She knows more than the 7th years, so I’m going
to start giving her lessons beyond the Hogwarts level,” she explained to him, happy that she was
able to keep her voice so level. This was for school, so he couldn’t argue about extra lessons.

“And how does she feel about that?” Harry asked.

For the first time since he showed up that evening, a smile appeared at the corner of Hermione’s
mouth, “She’s not as obsessed with school as I was. I think she gets that from you. But she did
seem to enjoy herself. She’s very talented.”

“Well she must get that from you,” Harry replied with a smile of his own.

Harry could tell his compliment definitely pleased Hermione. Despite her growing grin, she
shrugged lightly, “She doesn’t like showing off her talent, though.”

He nodded, “That’s a good quality.”

“She’s humble… but I can’t tell if it’s an insecure humble or not.” The smile on her face slowly
fell as her expression overtook with concern. Harry could tell she was reliving certain experiences
with the girl, and he hadn’t expected the twinge of jealously he felt because of that.

It had only been a little over a week, but already Hermione seemed to know a lot about their
girl. The desire to also know seemed as easy as instinct.

“Tell me more?” he asked.

Hermione’s eyes bore into his for a brief moment, just long enough to see the magnitude of
genuine curiosity radiating there. It didn’t take her long to nod in reply.

…

Harry quietly climbed the stairs in his darken home, making sure to pass over the creaks for the
sake of anyone hopefully sleeping in the house. It was late; he and Hermione had talked for hours
at Hogwarts. Talking to her was almost easy again. The feeling that he and Hermione were getting
back to good terms was ineffable to him. It was a type of happiness and gratefulness he hadn’t felt
in a long time.

Once they had realized that it was two in the morning, and time for Harry to leave, he had made
sure to tell Hermione that if she needed anything at all, then don’t hesitate to come to him. She
had said she wouldn’t, but Harry still hoped she would take him up on the offer soon. He didn’t
want to go so long without talking to her, especially now that they were on speaking terms
again.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of his bedroom door. To his pleasure, the lights
were off inside, meaning that Ginny should already be asleep. Just as he expected, when he edged
the door open, his wife was snoring lightly, curled up on her side of the bed. As his eyes rested
on Ginny, his mind drifted back to Hermione and her impending divorce. She had said she wanted the
divorce because she and Ron didn’t love each other anymore. Harry couldn’t help but think that was
the right reason for a divorce. It wasn’t out of revenge, because Ron had cheated on her. She was
just acknowledging the truth that had been there for who knows how long. Maybe they never even
really did love each other.

Harry sighed, and turned to walk into his closet. Despite his hopes, he knew that wasn’t
something he could ask Hermione. Not now at least. But the thought did make him think about his own
relationship. If you don’t love each other, then why would you ignore that? Of course, there were
several small reasons why. But to Harry, they all came back to one conclusion.

You shouldn’t.

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9. An Unmistakable Face
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**Chapter 9:** An Unmistakable Face

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It was amazing how Rose, with only the slightest determination, could block out the background
noise in the common room and zone in on the book perched in her lap. And it wasn’t just her
fascination with *An Anthology of Eighteenth Century Charms*, either. Rose had always had a
knack for blocking other people and things out when it came to reading- which was a justifiable
reason why a heavy tome dropped down on the table before her.

Rose jumped in her seat, but had enough sense to mark her page as she did. She looked up from
her mid-noon Saturday enjoyment and glared at her brother.

“Rude much?”

“I need to talk to you,” Hugo said, ignoring her crisp tone. He was holding a rolled up scroll
of parchment and had a pinched look about his face. Rose narrowed her eyes in suspicion as she
noticed her brother’s ears a slight shade of red.

“What is it?” she asked sceptically.

Hugo took a deep breath, as if he was about to start an explanation, “Rose, I have a lot of
homework.”

“Okay…”

“James and Al and Carson and Trevor invited me to go play quidditch with them today…”

She raised her eyebrow, finally seeing what her brother was getting at. She attempted to divert
him, “I’m sure they’ll understand that you have homework to do.”

“But Rosie… the homework’s really hard,” Hugo said, starting to whine, “and I have to show the
guys that I have skills *now* if I’m going to be considered for the house team.”

“Hugo I am not doing your homework for you,” Rose said flatly. She sat back in her chair,
preparing herself to go back to her reading.

Hugo, however, would have none of this. He threw down his scroll on top of the book and then
proceeded to cross his arms. “Mum said you were supposed to help me if I ever needed help!”

Rose glared up at him, “Yeah, help you- not do your bloody homework while you go fly around on
your stupid broom.”

Unbeknownst to the squabbling siblings, the portrait door had just opened. Amia came through the
portrait hole with a somewhat uneasy look about her. However, when she saw Rose and Hugo at the
desks in the corner of the room, an amused grin appeared at her lips. She could tell immediately
that the hassling she had taken from Lindsey that morning was nothing compared to the treatment
Rose was getting right now from her little brother. She looked like she was about to tear her hair
out…

Quietly, she started over to the two redheads as they continued their argument.

“Why are you such a shrew?” Hugo asked sourly.

“Why are you such an idiot?” Rose said back.

“I’m not an idiot!”

“Then do your own homework!”

“Quidditch is more important!”

Amia figured now was a good time to break them up, so she slipped up in between them, and nudged
Hugo playfully on the shoulder, “Come on Hugo, I’m sure your skills aren’t going to disappear over
a few hours. If you do your homework today, then everyone will be much more shocked by your talent
at try outs.”

Hugo immediately blushed at Mia’s sudden presence. The remnants of the fight he had just been
having with his sister vaporized in his mind as he looked into the eyes of the oh-so-persuasive new
girl. He still hadn’t understood how his sister could make friends with such a- a *cool* and
*interesting* girl like Mia…

A couple of moments passed, but eventually Hugo nodded, “I guess your right. It probably won’t
even take me that long to finish… it doesn’t look that hard.”

Mia grinned and Rose’s face literally fell in shock. “Exactly,” she agreed.

Hugo tugged once on the end of his shirt- a nervous habit of his- before bending down to scoop
up his book and scroll. “See you later,” he muttered to the two girls before turning and hurrying
back to the boy’s staircase.

“How did you do that?” Rose asked, still baffled by her brother’s quick change of heart.

Mia shrugged as she sat down next to Rose, “I’m very persuasive. What are you doing?”

“Reading.”

“But it’s the weekend,” Mia said, her tone almost sounding confused.

Rose gave her a pointed look, “I thought you just convinced my brother that doing homework on
the weekend was cool?”

“You’re not your brother,” Mia argued back confidently, “And plus, I’m figuring that you’re
reading for luxury.”

A couple seconds passed before Amia sighed in amusement at Rose’s affirming shrug. “Just
studying for O.W.L.s,” she tried to say casually.

Amia frowned, this time genuinely curious, “What’s O.W.L.s?”

“These major exams at the end of the year that determine which N.E.W.T. classes

you can take,” Rose recited, now surprisingly keen.

“Sounds riveting,” Mia replied dryly.

“Yeah, it’s really exciting when you think… that was sarcasm, wasn’t it?”

“Yep.”

“I’ve never been to good at picking that up…”

“So these tests are towards the end of the year?” Mia cut her off with a condoning smile. She
thought Rose was cool just the way she was, but that didn’t mean she didn’t think the girl needed
some time outside the confines of control. Amia definitely thought Rose needed to let loose a
bit.

“Yes, but it’s never too late to start studying,” Rose replied ardently, “Plus, I don’t have
anything else to do. My patrols aren’t until nine.”

“Where is everyone?” Amia asked next, looking around the empty common room.

“Down at the pitch to watch the match.”

She peaked up, “Why don’t we go?”

“Watching people flying makes me sick,” Rose admitted, her lips twisted into an unfavourable
frown.

Mia sighed, but didn’t lose hope, “Alright, what else is there to do?”

A couple of seconds passed, and then Mia was happy to see Rose close her book. She looked to Mia
with an offer in mind.

“We could go see Hagrid.”

“Who?” Mia asked.

“Hagrid- he’s the care of magical creatures professor.”

The new girl’s shoulders fell and she gave Rose a reproving look, “I think we’re
backtracking-”

“No, Hagrid’s really cool,” Rose said in her and the old gamekeeper’s defence, “He’s not like
the other professors. My parents and aunt and uncle used to visit with him all the time.”

Mia bit her lip as she mulled it over. After a second, she shrugged and stoop up, “Well, if it
gets us out of this common room, then I’m down. Let’s go.”

Rose glanced down to her book, taking one last longing look at it before nodding along with Mia.
She set it down, and then stood up to head out of the common room with her new friend.

…

Rose laughed as Amia finished explaining to her an encounter she’d had with Slughorn earlier in
the week. Like Rose had guessed, the potion’s professor had tried to induct her into the slug club.
The excuse Amia gave him was something that she’d said was a typical American excuse. Though
apparently, Professor Slughorn was a bit miffed when she told him that she couldn’t attend the
dinner because she told her friend back home that she’d discuss tackling drunk gazelles with
him.

Even Rose was a little confused with the expression, but she laughed all the same. She didn’t
know what had changed in Amia, but she could tell that she was starting to loosen up. Maybe Mia was
becoming more comfortable with Hogwarts. But whatever it was, Rose was happy to see her revealing
more of herself.

“Alright, so I might be taking a little advantage of the culture gap…”

Rose laughed, “A little?”

The two friends were interrupted talking as they rounded the corner of the hall.

“Ah, Miss Weasley! And Miss Cooper! What a surprise.”

Mia and Rose looked up to see Professor Gustafson, the DADA teacher, smiling jubilantly and
waving vigorously at them. Gustafson looked much like a seal as he did so, but Amia wasn’t about to
voice her opinion. She was too caught up with the man standing next to the defence professor.

Rose didn’t seem as curious. She smiled at Gustafson, “Hello Professor.”

“On the topic of intelligent students, Hayden," now both of the girls had their eyes
trained on the man their professor was talking to. This bloke- Hayden- didn't relax his stiff
expression as Gustafson spoke. His bright amber eyes were instead staring intensely at Amia.
Normally, she would've looked away, a bit embarrassed by the bizarre eye contact. But there was
something about the way he was staring at her that made her unwilling to break the gaze.

"Let me introduce you to some of my favourites. This is Rose Weasley, and this is Hogwarts
newest transfer, Amia Cooper.”

Amia didn't miss the way his eyes flickered. His eyes seemed to refocus, and suddenly he looked
much less stern.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Rose said for them. However, the man didn't acknowledge her
back.

“Hayden was one of my more brilliant students at my old school. Lucky for me, he’s been apt to keep
in touch with his old professor,” Gustafson chuckled, patting the bloke on the shoulder.

Hayden's eyes glanced down to the professor in disdain, “It hasn’t been a chore Arnold.”

Gustafson chuckled again, “Right, right. Well, now he’s a high-up at the Ministry. Just goes to
show what a specialization in Defensive Magic can do for you, girls.”

Amia kept quiet in the background as Rose carried on the conversation, “What department are you
in?”

“The Department of Mysteries,” Hayden said in a silky tone. The accent was unmistakably English,
but it gave hints of being around a different language.

“Wow. Is it hard work? I have an uncle in the Auror department and he said-”

“Well if Harry Potter says so…”

Rose instantly fell silent. Mia narrowed her eyes at the bloke's rude interruption. What was
that all about? Who was Harry Potter? Rose obviously understood Hayden's implication, or else
she would've been confused too. Mia was still working over the exchange while Gustafson let out
an overly-happy laugh.

“I tell you Hayden, these two are some of the brightest students in the school. And Miss Weasley
here is a shoe in for Head Girl.”

Rose tried to hide her blush as Hayden gave her a look, “Your mother must be very proud of
you.”

Rose suddenly looked up to him, “She is.”

Rose stared questioningly at the man as a slight, mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his
lips. She didn't take her eyes off him as he went back to stare appraisingly at Mia.

Amia had been preoccupied taking in the stranger's unusually sharp appearance. His perfectly
styled hair brought out the contrast between his high cheekbones and his unnaturally bright eyes.
Even his robes, a pearly onyx colour seemed to play a part in his piercing demeanour.

It took a few minutes, but eventually she was able to pull her eyes away from him, “Um, we actually
had a meeting with Professor Hagrid. We should get going.”

“Right,” Rose nodded.

“Ah, unfortunate, girls. Well I look forward to seeing you on Monday,” their Professor answered,
sending them both cordial smiles.

Amia grabbed the back of Rose’s robes to start pulling the girl along with her around the two
men, “You too, Professor. Have a nice weekend.”

“Of course girls.”

They had made it about five steps past them. Their backs were already turned, and both girls
were trying not to make it seem like they were trying to escape as fast as possible. Their attempts
weren’t taken with acceptance though. Just as Mia thought they were in the clear, a voice, as silky
as before, called out to her.

“Miss Cooper?”

Begrudgingly, she stopped and turned, “Yeah?” To her surprise, the man seemed closer to her than
when she had started walking.

“I hope to see you again,” he spoke coolly, his surprisingly full lips giving way to his shining
white teeth.

Amia’s eyes slowly glanced down to Hayden’s outstretched hand. She was just about to reach out
to touch it, when an inevitable force in her body quickly locked down. Her hands curled into
fists.

She took a deep breath before looking up into his eyes again. “Bye,” was all she could muster,
before turning and swiftly walking around the corner past Rose. The redhead lingered for only a
moment, before turning and following the older girl.

The thin smile was back, playing at the corner of Hayden’s mouth. As his hand slowly lowered
back to his side, Gustafson patted him on the back.

“Americans…” he chuckled merrily, “Anyway, let me show you my knew…”

Hayden tuned him out as spoke, his thoughts still focused on the unmistakable face of Amia
Cooper.

…

“What a creep,” Amia muttered as soon as a branch of the staircase had led them away from the
DADA professor’s corridor. She couldn’t get Hayden’s piercing eyes out of her mind; he seemed
unnatural enough as it was, but the way he stared at her was simply eerie.

Rose nodded, “Yeah, that bloke was weird wasn’t he?”

“What’s he have against your uncle?” Mia asked, remembering how the man had turned cynical at
the mention of Rose’s auror uncle.

Rose sighed. Normally she didn‘t like to tell stories about her Uncle Harry, because people
would twist everything she said to make him sound like either a complete nutter or some mystical
everlasting hero. But Amia wasn’t a random person. She was her friend, and she probably didn’t know
about Harry anyway since she was American.

After a few seconds, she shrugged, “My uncle’s kind of famous for what he does. Some people just
have a problem with that.”

Amia could tell that Rose had been determining what to reveal about her family member, so
instead of questioning her on it, she just shook her head. “Jackass,” she muttered, her mind
thinking back to Hayden.

“Yeah. Let’s just go see Hagrid,” Rose said as the staircase connected the ground floor. Mia
nodded in agreement. Together, they started heading out through the entrance hall and stepped out
past the oak doors into the bright sunlight of the autumn afternoon.

The air was crisp, causing the girls to walk a bit faster in the direction of Hagrid’s hut. Rose
lead the way, and Amia followed. As she did, she couldn’t help but continue to marvel at the
vastness of Hogwarts’ grounds. The place was truly beautiful. Mia could see now how the castle held
such an element of homeliness for all of the students living there. It definitely wasn’t the cold
prison she’d thought of it when she first arrived.

With their pace, it didn’t take long at all to walk across the grounds and reach Hagrid’s hut.
Mia thought Rose would walk straight up to the old wooden door, but instead she leered off to the
left of the house, back towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Mia was just about to question where she was going when she noticed a large mass standing in the
middle of a premature pumpkin patch.

*Oh.* So *this* was Hagrid.

Amia’s eyes went wide like they always did when she took in the enormity of the old man who was
standing with his back to the girls.

“Hey Hagrid,” Rose greeted from the edge of the garden.

The huge man turned around with a curious look on his face, that instantly turned into a
boomerang sized smile when he caught site of Rose. The gamekeeper’s hair had turned a wiry white
over the years, and his pupils had long since been spotted with milky cataracts. However, these
impairments didn’t stop him from coming forward with the same childlike enthusiasm he always
possessed.

“Oh, hello there Rosie!” he replied, pulling her forward into a tight hug. “And Hermione too!”
Mia was too busy cringing from the force as he pulled her in with his other mitt of a hand to be
confused over what he had called her.

Rose laughed as he let them go, “What? No, this is my friend Amia Cooper. She’s a transfer.”

Hagrid frowned, “Amia Cooper ye’ say…” he muttered. One of his pan sized hands reached up and
tucked in to his moleskin jacket pocket. He pulled out a thick pair of seeing glasses and placed
then gently on his nose. His eyes blinked a few times before he stared down at Mia.

“Oh! Sorry about the mistake. Me eyes weren’t what they use to be…”

“No worries,” Mia said, sticking out her hand, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Mia’s entire body shook as Hagrid pumped her fist up and down, “You too, you too. You look an
awful lot like Hermione though…” he muttered, still staring observantly at her.

Mia’s eyebrows raised. This man was comparing her to Rose’s mum? Weird. “Oh. Thanks?”

Hagrid didn’t say anything; instead, he leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse of something
else. Amia was just about to take a step back from the giant when Rose interrupted him.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any tea and particular grimy stories about some mystical beasts,
would you Hagrid?”

Hagrid jerked out of his gaze and turned to look at Rosie. His flustered, concentrated face
turned into a humble smile, “You know me Rosie. Come on in girls.”

…

“Hagrid’s pretty chill. He has a lot of stories about your parents and uncle,” Mia commented as
they walked into the 7th floor corridor leading to the Fat Lady. They had spent the rest
of the afternoon talking with Hagrid, and Amia was surprised to find that she’d had a really good
time. A few minutes into tea with the half-giant, Hagrid had given up on giving Mia weird looks,
much to her gratitude. The more he talked, Mia concluded that he was harmless. She could see why
Rose liked to keep in touch with him.

“Yeah. He’s practically family,” Rose answered.

“That’s really cool. I wish I knew someone who remembered fond memories of my parents.”

Rose turned to look at her questioningly, “Your grandparents?”

She shook her head, “Don’t know them really. My dad’s dad doesn’t keep in touch, and my mom
doesn’t talk to hers. Probably ‘cause she knows they wouldn’t remember such fond memories of her,”
Amia finished with a casual smirk.

“You don’t like your mum much, do you?” Rose guessed. Amia didn’t talk about her family much to
begin with, but whenever a topic came up about her mom, she didn’t seem to have anything good to
say. Rose didn’t judge her for it; she was simply curious.

At her question though, Mia’s face twisted up into a frown. She turned to look at Rose with a
somewhat belligerent expression.

Instantly the redhead flustered, “Sorry. That was out of line…”

Mia held her intense look for a few more seconds before relaxing. She shrugged, “No, it’s fine.
It’s just, I’ve never really had much of a relationship with her. It’s not like you and your mom.
My mom never really liked *me*.”

Rose remained quiet. She couldn’t imagine not having a mum she could talk to and confide in. Her
mum was everything to her. She immediately felt bad that Amia didn’t have anything like that in her
life.

“So what are you doing tonight?” Amia asked, clearly trying to change the topic.

“I have patrols at nine. You?”

Mia bit her lip, “I have a big homework assignment. I should probably get started on it when I
get back…”

“I like big assignments,” Rose said with a joking grin.

She let out a laugh, “If it wasn’t important that I learn it, then I’d let you have at it.”

Rose grinned, “Thanks for keeping me in mind.”

Mia couldn’t help but smile as they stopped in front of the Fat Lady and Rose gave her the
password.

“Weasley, I have to say,” Mia started as they stepped up into the portrait hole, “I’ve never met
anyone quite like you. Scratch the quite.”

Rose sighed, “I get that a lot.”

“It’s cool that you like to read and learn,” Mia told her when she noticed the look on the
girl’s face.

“Really?” she asked, clearly unsure, “I’m not a shrew?”

Amia shook her head, “No. You’re unique. At least your not some conforming fembot like a lot of
the other girls in this school.”

A genuine smile spread over Rose’s face, “Thanks.”

“No worries. So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You won’t be at dinner?” Rose asked as Amia started for the girls dorms.

She paused for a second before turning around and shaking her head, “I’ll probably still be
doing homework.”

Rose wasn’t sure if there was more to what Mia was saying, but she didn’t want to confront her
about it. Instead, she nodded, “Oh, okay. Yeah then, see you tomorrow.”

Amia grinned and waved one last time before starting up the stairs. After she had gone, Rose
sighed and made her way back over to the book she had started earlier.

…

Amia prayed that no one would be in the 7th year’s dorm yet. She didn’t want to have
to make an excuse to anyone else trying to talk to her. She needed to stick to her plan tonight,
and that meant no distractions from Hogwarts.

With that thought in mind, she reached for the door handle to her room. She needed to hurry up
and get ready so that she could floo out before Tony got back to his room.

…

The peaceful ocean sparkled with the dazzling sunlight overhead. The harbour was quiet except
for a few boats loading and unloading at the docks. For all intents and purposes, it was shaping up
to be a perfectly normal Saturday afternoon in paradise.

The only thing out of the ordinary was the image of a skinny, tan blonde girl, pacing back in
forth on the dock in front of a mid-sized boat. Every now and then she’d let out an impatient groan
before stopping to check her watch, and then scanning the surrounding neighbourhood for any sign of
her best friend. After no Coop in sight she went back to pacing.

Out of nowhere, a light *pop* sounded behind her. It would’ve been barely noticeable and
meaningless to any normal person that would’ve heard it. However, Lindsey Kelly wasn’t normal. She
knew what that sound meant.

Excitement rushing through her, she spun on her heel to find her best friend standing in the
middle of her dad’s boat.

“MIA!” Lindsey screamed.

Amia laughed as she watched her friend hop over the railing and run at her, “Linds-”

Her air supply was cut off as Lindsey crushed her up in a tight hug. Despite her size, Lindsey
could give some fierce bear hugs.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much!”

Mia coughed, “Dude, I’ve missed you too, but calm down…”

“I can’t calm down,” Lindsey said as she let go of her, still speaking two tones higher than she
needed to, “We don’t have that much time together!”

Mia sighed, “I’m sorry. This is all I can get away for.”

“You have to go back tonight?” Lindsey asked.

Mia bit her lip. They had been over it this morning. The plan they had agreed to was that Mia
would sneak over, hang out with Lindsey during the day, and then at night they would go out and
meet up with some of their other friends. Amia was probably pushing the limits as it was. She
didn’t know how knowledgeable Hogwarts was with their floo system. Her hope was that they wouldn’t
find out for at least a couple hours, giving her enough time to slip back in through Tony’s floo.
Lindsey had already guilted her enough into coming. Hopefully she wouldn’t be pressured into
breaking any more rules.

Though, if she was being honest, being back in Newport felt good. Despite the issues she’d had
over the years here, this place had always been her home. Maybe Lindsey was in the right getting
her to stay longer…

“We’ll see how it goes,” Mia said, not promising her anything yet.

“Yeah,” Lindsey nodded thoughtfully, “Look, you’re judgment will definitely be off in a few
hours, so I’ll just ask you when you’re drunk.”

Amia laughed and shoved her playfully, “Shut the hell up!”

“Acknowledging the problem is the first step to recovery,” Lindsey joked as she climbed over to
the captain’s seat.

Amia smirked, “But that means we’d have to acknowledge that drinking is a problem and that we
want to be recovered.”

Lindsey turned to her with a soured expression, “You’re right. See, I’m not as intelligent
without my smart cookie around. You should just move back.”

Amia grinned. She had missed her best friend more than she realized. She climbed up on the
steering deck right when Lindsey started the engine.

“So where are we going?” Amia asked after putting on the aviators she and Lindsey always kept on
the boat.

A mischievous smile spread over Lindsey’s face, “Laguna. There’s a couple surfer boys down there
that have been *dying* to meet us.”

The girls shared a laugh as the boat started to back over the blue waters of the harbour. With
all thoughts of Hogwarts, that mysterious Hayden guy, and Professor Granger behind her, Amia
focused her attention on the night ahead with her best friend.

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**Next chapter, Amia gets caught.**

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10. Breaking Ground
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 10: Breaking Ground**

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If you asked Amia Cooper how, after about twelve shots of tequila and three rum-and-coke's,
she was able to manoeuvre her way around the scattered bodies passed out on the floor of
Lindsey's beach front cottage, she probably wouldn't be able to tell you. As she got into
the home stretch and stumbled past the last of the drunken teens, she clutched onto a pillar to
regain her balance. Her head was starting to spin faster and faster. She didn't remember
drinking this much.

She was barely able to will one eye open to look for the face of her best friend. Lindsey was
over in the corner, slumped over on the couch with one of the Laguna boys that Mia couldn't
remember the name of.

Amia screwed her eyes shut as she sighed. She had wanted to say goodbye to Linds but the journey
seemed too much for her. And plus, if Mia were to wake Lindsey up, the blonde would probably make
it even more difficult for her friend to leave. Mia knew she had waited too long to go back; she
really *hadn't* intended on drinking *so* much…

With one last look in Lindsey's direction, Amia relinquished her grip on the pillar and
started stumbling through the kitchen, heading in the direction of the door leading to the back
courtyard. That's where she and Lindsey normally apparated from.

Apparating was just as unpleasant as she remembered it being while wasted. The squeezing
sensation and hook behind her navel was magnified tenfold as she disappeared from a nook in the
courtyard in Newport and reappeared at the loading station in Hogsmeade.

She keeled over, not knowing what to expect as soon as her feet touched the cold stone ground.
If she was going to throw up, she wished it would just happen already. Waiting to get sick was one
of her least favourite things to do.

Nothing completely disturbing happened as Amia stood there, hands on her knees breathing
heavily. She could tell one or two passer-by's gave her odd looks, but she didn't pay them
any mind. Her aching head, blurred vision, and the brisk chill was overwhelming her. The desire to
get back to the castle weighed heavy in her chest. As she straightened and started sauntering
towards the cast-iron gates, the only thought on her mind was the hope that no one was up this
early in the castle to see her.

…

Hermione rolled onto her back in bed and sighed. She hadn't gotten any sleep that night and
was helpless to any explanation why. Maybe it was because she hadn't seen Amia at all on
Saturday, and not seeing her made her twice as anxious about the girl than she normally was. That,
plus the constant pondering over Harry's behaviour, and the pressure on what to do concerning
her's and Ron's inevitable divorce did add to her stress. Rest seemed nearly impossible
when she had so much going on in her mind.

Because of that rationale, Hermione pushed the covers off her and sat up from the bed in her
sleeping quarters. She looked out the half drawn window behind her bed and saw the sun just
starting to peek its way over the north mountains. The windows were slightly frosted over, hinting
at the pre-winter cold settling upon the grounds. It was too early in the morning for breakfast,
and surely nobody else would be up at this time of day. With that thought in mind, Hermione stood
from her old bed and walked over to her wardrobe. Maybe a nice quiet walk through the castle was
what she needed to clear her mind of her many troubles.

…

The further Amia got stumbling through the abandoned and still dark halls of Hogwarts, the less
confident she felt about her initial plan to sneak back in this way. The ground was becoming uneven
and the windows were starting to blur together. If she was smart, she would've just flooed back
to Tony's room. At least, getting seen by him was probably better than travelling alone through
the vast corridors, vulnerable to whomever might be up at such an hour. She wouldn't exactly be
embarrassed if someone saw or caught her; she just didn't want *that* reputation coming up
at Hogwarts too. Believe it or not, she wasn't trying to get expelled again…

Mia tried to grip harder on the wall that she was using to support herself. At this point, she
had no idea where she was, or if she was going in the right direction of the Gryffindor common
room. She'd already taken a ride on the grand staircase and *thought* she got off at the
seven floor. But to be honest, she couldn't know for sure. She'd collapsed on the stairs as
soon as she'd secured herself a few steps up.

There seemed to be a corridor coming up intersecting the path she was currently on. The hallway
still proved unfamiliar to her, so she braced herself on the wall, preparing to take a left and
move her body around the corner. It was definitely easier said than done.

Right as she moved her leg around the corner and stepped down, and ear-splitting screech filled
the dim corridor. Amia jumped back in surprise, but not before the bottlebrush tail of an old cat
caught her eye. The cat zipped back around the corner in the direction Mia came, leaving only the
echo of its cry in the corridor.

Mia leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily and cursing that stupid cat for startling
her. Now that her heart was racing a million miles a minute, her head only seemed to start spinning
worse. She was content on resting there for a few moments, maybe let the sun fill up more of the
corridor so she could start recognizing where she was, before starting to walk again. Walking
seemed so difficult right now.

But then, out of the silence of the early morning, Amia heard something that made her eyes go
wide in alert. Foot steps. Loud, hobbling footsteps, and they were coming her way.

Now, with adrenaline pumping through her, Mia straightened up and gripped the wall once more.
Her eyes narrowed as she tried to focus on where she could run and hide until the footsteps
disappeared. A couple feet ahead of her she spotted another hall running through this one. Taking a
deep breath, she hurried for it.

Amia knew that running would be difficult but she underestimated how bad her knees wanted to
buckle. She didn't think she could support herself for very long. Hopefully there'd be an
inlet or maybe one of those tapestry things that Rose's cousin James talked about once beyond
the turn.

The footsteps were definitely getting louder, but Mia could see the turn in sight. Only a few
more steps. She could hear a voice now speaking lowly just down the corridor. She fastened her step
just as she was rounding the corner-

CRASH!

This time, the loud sound of metal scraping and clanging against the stone ground filled the
hall, and quite possibly the entire floor. Stars flashed before her eyes as Mia tripped over the
pile of metal and slammed her head into the hard ground.

Amia groaned as quietly as possible and turned on her back to clutch at her throbbing head. It
was one of Hogwarts' famous suits of armour that had caused the collision. Mia figured she had
knocked the magicked metal man unconscious too, seeing as it was lying completely still on the
floor of the hall.

Mia coughed a few times as she tried to stand from the rubble. Her stomach was doing
somersaults, and it felt like a jackhammer was going off inside her head. Despite her pain though,
she knew that someone was still coming after her, and if she didn't want to get kicked out of
another school she better run for it.

Yes, someone was definitely yelling after her as she took her first step away from the armour
pile. At first the voice seemed distant, but within a matter of seconds, it was surprising
close.

“You there!”

*`Shit…'* Amia thought to herself, glancing bleary eyed around the abandoned hall to
see if there was anywhere to hide. Just as she was starting to walk towards a broom cupboard down
at the end of the hall, a cold, shabby hand clamped down on her shoulder.

“Have no mind for the rules, do we now?” growled the low greasy voice of the old caretaker,
Argus Filch. Mia flinched away from his touch, but the old man proved stronger than he looked. With
one swift pull, he pulled Amia around so that their noses were nearly touching. Amia swayed greatly
from the force of his pull and then jerked back suddenly at their closeness. With both her head
still pounding and her eyes dancing, Filch's added effects were almost lost on her.

“I-I-”

“Bite your tongue girl. There's no use trying to squirm your way out of punishment. I bet
Denham will let me use the ol' shackles for your insubordination…”

Mia's face twisted into a look of pain as she reached up to grab her aching forehead,
“No…”

“Mr. Filch!”

The glaring caretaker dropped his hold on Amia and turned around to address the clear, alarmed
voice that had called out to him. His eyes narrowed angrily when he saw who had interrupted
him.

“Granger,” he growled through his beady black eyes.

Hermione's eyes also narrowed as she came to a stop in front of the two. However, she
glanced past him to focus on Amia. She looked unwell by the way she was rubbing at her forehead,
and nervous too. There was something else that Hermione couldn't quite place.

“Amia, are you alright?” she asked, taking a small step toward her.

As usual, Mia didn't look up to meet her eyes. She just nodded quietly, staring down at the
broken suit of armour on the ground.

“I just caught the little foreigner causing havoc in these here halls. Obviously, she's up
to no good,” snarled Filch, again glaring accusingly at the girl.

Hermione's eyes narrowed, and she looked suddenly fierce, “Filch I understand it is hard for
you to give respect to any of the students here, but the fact that Miss Cooper is from a different
country shouldn't be used against her in any way, shape, or form. I would appreciate it if you
didn't stigmatize her with such a label in front of me.”

The caretaker jerked his head back, clearly affronted, while Mia stared at Hermione curiously.
Had the professor just defended her, even after Filch said she'd done something wrong?

“She's been breaking rules, she has!”

“What rules has she broken?” Hermione asked, her voice just as level as before. If Amia really
had broken a rule or two, then fine. She'd accept that and give her a punishment. But Hermione,
more than just about anyone, knew how bad Filch could overreact. More importantly, she knew of
Filch's love for torturing the students. If anyone here would be giving Amia a punishment, it
would be her.

“She's out of bed after hours! Obviously she's sneaking back in after having gone out!
Just look at her- she's all shades of guilty!” screamed the dwindling man, pointing frantically
at Mia. She started to glare at him as he began hoping up and down, yelling about how she destroyed
the suit of armour on purpose.

“Whatever the case,” Hermione cut him off rather sharply, “I can handle it from here.” Amia
wanted to shoot a triumphant grin at the shocked caretaker, but she knew that would do the opposite
of good, and she didn't think she could call upon her facial muscles to smile right now. The
dizziness was starting to get worse than ever- surely Hermione had to see that something was wrong
with her.

However, if she did or didn't, she didn't lead on to it. Instead, she kept her gaze
focused astutely on Filch, “Your services are no longer required Mr. Filch. Have a pleasant
morning.”

“But-”

“Mia,” she said, once more cutting the old man off, “my office, please.”

Amia's eyes turned back to the floor as she nodded and started walking back the way she
came. She didn't know if this was the right way or not, but she figured Hermione would be close
behind her anyway.

Hermione watched her walk away, holding onto the wall for support, with a concerned look on her
face. The concern drained and was replaced with a frown as she looked back to Filch, who was
starting to have a hissy fit. Quietly, she rolled her eyes and reached into her robes for her wand.
With a strong flick in the direction of the mangled armour, the metal pieces started to twitch and
clang together. Within a matter of moments, the suit was reassembled and in its right place.

Hermione didn't spare Filch with another glance, and instead followed Amia down the
corridor.

…

Amia sat down in a hard chair facing Professor Granger's desk. Hermione was going around,
opening some of the curtains so that the room could be somewhat lighted.

While a part of her wanted to pull herself together so that she could look orderly in front of
her teacher, another part of her was screaming that it was all useless. She'd already messed up
when she had tried to get on the moving staircase. Honestly, she hadn't any idea where she was
trying to go, but Professor Granger had to remind her that they were already on the floor where her
classroom and office were.

Mia had tried to laugh it off and mumble a few incoherent words, but that only made her
professor look more worried. She had to know something was up, and because of that, Amia didn't
hesitate from leaning forward in her chair and putting her head in her hands. The dizziness
wasn't just in her now, it seemed like it was all around her too.

“Amia, are you okay?” Hermione asked anxiously, walking away from the windows. She had only
glanced back when she heard the girl moan, but when she saw her she got increasingly worried. Mia
had her face in her open hands, but Hermione could still tell she looked considerably paler. She
put her hand on her arm and started to rub it, hoping that would ease her into talking.

“I think I'm gonna puke…” she mumbled, starting to sway.

Hermione instantly straightened and waved her wand at the rubbish bin sitting at the corner of
her desk. It made it over just in time for Mia to grab it and empty the contents of her stomach.
Hermione rubbed her back softly as Mia held on to the bin for a few extra seconds.

She spit one last time before sitting up and wiping her mouth, “I feel better.”

Hermione raised her eyebrow, confused, “Are you sure? You're not going to get sick
again?”

She shook her head, “One time does the trick.”

At that, Hermione narrowed her eyes. Suddenly this all started to make more sense. She shook her
head as she grabbed the rubbish bin off Mia's lap and whispered a quick *`evanesco'.*
Next, she conjured a glass full of water and gave it to her.

“Here, drink this.”

Amia took it quietly and sipped a good amount. Hermione sat back against her desk, her arms
folded, and watched her with a careful eye.

“I'd like to think that either the headmistress or Professor Denham has already gone over
the rules with you.”

Amia squinted her eyes, pretending to be in thought, “Is that what the long list of “don'ts”
where supposed to be?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the sarcasm, “Besides the don'ts, I'm sure you've
heard that there's a strict curfew here. Being a new student doesn't give you leeway to go
wandering the halls in the early morning.”

Mia wiped her mouth again, “Oh.”

“I'm also sure you're aware that you're not permitted to leave the castle without
specific permission to do so.”

“Must of slipped my mind,” she shrugged, still not meeting her eyes.

Hermione sighed. Obviously acting like the authority figure wasn't going to bring her any
answers, and she had a burning curiosity right now. Hermione already knew that Mia was a lot like
her, therefore the vomiting once and the sarcastic attitude that followed was explained. Amia had
been drinking, but Hermione needed to know why.

“Where've you been?” she asked calmly, testing her new approach.

Again, Amia shrugged, “Just went out exploring. Thought I'd knock over a few armoured men
while I was at it.”

“Does alcohol usually accompany your explorations?”

Mia's eyes suddenly shot up to meet Hermione's. A moment of panic flashed before her
green orbs before they went back to the frosty calm front, “Depends if it's cold or not.”

“Do your parents know you drink?” Hermione asked next.

“I'm sure they do,” Amia sighed, almost like she was preparing herself for a speech
she'd heard a thousand times over.

Though, Hermione wasn't concerned with getting her in trouble. Maybe this was her chance to
really get a peak inside Mia's mysterious life, “Are you saying they let you?”

Mia seemed short, “My mom doesn't care what I do. As long as I don't embarrass
her.”

“And your dad?”

“He can't control me from home when he's thousands of miles away,” she answered, now
glaring.

Hermione felt like she'd been slapped. The sharpness of Amia's words tore through her
heart like butter. Mia couldn`t have meant what she thought she was saying… “Your parents are
separated?” she asked, the shock evident on her face.

“Yep.”

“Oh. I-I'm sorry.” Words couldn't describe how Hermione was feeling. They were supposed
to have given their baby to loving and stable parents. But really, they were giving her up to just
as torn of a family as they would've kept her in! Anger coursed through her as the younger
faces of Ben and Kirsten Cooper cropped up in her mind.

Mia was confused by the play of emotions she'd thought she'd seen run across
Hermione's face. In the end though, she just shrugged. A stranger really wouldn`t care about
her family issues that much. “I don't care,” she muttered stoically.

“Still it must be hard,” Hermione mumbled, trying to focus on the girl in front of her and not
the people responsible for hurting her daughter so bad.

Mia shook her head, “It was when I was little. But I'm not little anymore.”

“How old were you?”

“Ten.”

“Why would they do that to a ten year old?” Hermione asked, though the question wasn't
directed towards anyone. Mia either didn't pick up on that or didn't care to be cordial.
Her collected front was starting to collapse and for the first time Hermione could see the anger
behind Amia's eyes.

“She only loved him for his money, so when his money ran out, so did she. Me and my sister were
never an issue.”

Hermione was in the middle of silently cursing Kirsten Cooper to all corner's of hell when
something caught her attention. Her eyes jerked up to Amia's, “You have a sister?” she asked in
complete surprise. Kirsten Cooper wasn't supposed to be able to have kids… that was the whole
reason they were looking to adopt in the first place!

Mia looked like she wanted to roll her eyes, “Yep. She's 15.”

Hermione had to stop for a moment to take everything in. The idea that Amia had a sister that
was biologically her parents had more implications then she could even grasp. She wouldn't put
it past a woman like Kristen, who obviously found Amia's ability to do magic a “freakish”
thing, to favour her biological daughter over Mia. So much was explained from that…

“You must find it hard, being the only magical one in your family…” Hermione whispered, not even
realizing she was speaking.

Mia narrowed her eyes, “How did you know that?”

“Um… I- I read your file,” Hermione stumbled, thinking of the fist thing that came to mind. She
had to watch herself; she couldn't afford to let too many comments like that go.

“Oh.”

“I'm a muggle-born too, and an only child. Life got kind of lonely when I was away from
school,” she offered after seeing the look on Mia's face. She didn't want Mia to lock up
again, especially after she'd said what she had said. More importantly though, she wanted to
give her and Mia some sort of connection, hopefully one that would make Amia feel more comfortable
about talking to her.

Luckily for Hermione, it seemed to work. Mia looked up unsurely, “Did they care that you were a
witch?”

Hermione shook her head, “Even though my parents didn't understand magic, they supported
me.”

“My dad doesn't even know I'm magical,” Mia whispered after setting the glass of water
down and leaning back in her chair. Her eyes didn't look up to meet Hermione's this
time.

Hermione's mouth fell open, “What?”

Amia shrugged and started playing with the end of her flannel's sleeve as she spoke, “My mum
never thought he needed to know the extent of it. Just that I was going to a special
school.”

That was it, Hermione thought to herself. That was the reason she'd been looking for. Amia
had grown up hearing that magic was for loonies, and was a waste of time. She could only imagine
the backlash that happened when Amia got notification of her extraordinary capabilities. At that
point, the Coopers were probably already divorced. The one connection that Mia had to magic
possibly being accepted was long gone, and she was left with a mother who was privy to believe that
she couldn't have a daughter with such freakish and unfavourable traits. Amia was out-casted by
her own family at an age where she didn't even know how to deal with herself. Her situation was
beginning to sound more like Harry's by the day. The mere thought that Kirsten turned her back
on Amia at the age of ten brought tears to her eyes.

“You shouldn't hate yourself for being different Amia,” Hermione whispered, willing herself
to pull it together for the girl's sake, but unable to let go of the idea of how badly she
must've been treated by her own family. “Magic isn't a curse.”

Mia slowly turned to look up at her professor, “I don't hate myself.”

“Good,” Hermione said, her voice taking on a fierce tone, “You're brilliant- it's not
your fault that they don't realize that.”

Amia bit her lip as Hermione finished talking. No one had ever really complimented her like that
before. She was a bit unsure what to say. “Thanks,” she muttered after a few seconds, forcing it to
sound more confident than a question.

“You're welcome.”

A silence engulfed the two. Mia went back to staring at the ground while Hermione began to get
transfixed with her like she normally did when she was this close. She'd come to the conclusion
that she was always so fixated on her because she was making up for all the lost time that she
*should've* been able to see her.

After a minute or two passed, Amia started to fidget. “So… You're not going to like, write
me up?” she asked quietly, glancing up to see Hermione's reaction.

Hermione looked into her unsure eyes for a moment before giving her a gentle smile, “I think you
know not to do this again. Alcohol is never a good means for anything. Especially when you're
only sixteen.”

Amia nodded gratefully, but couldn't fight off the urge to defend herself. She didn't
know why, but she didn't want Hermione to think badly of her, “It's not like I'm an
alcoholic. I was just trying to have a little fun…”

“I know you're a good kid Amia. And I also know you have a lot of potential. I don't
want to see you get in trouble for something as stupid as a `fun night out'. Next time I might
not get there in time to save you from Filch or one of the other professors.”

Amia looked up into her professor's kind eyes. She didn't know what was compelling
Hermione to be so understanding. Usually professors would jump at the first opportunity to suppress
an unruly student…

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asked after a few seconds of thinking.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, “Would you rather me act like all of the other adults you've
ever been around in your life?”

Mia shrugged, “I'd be used to it.”

A couple of seconds passed before Hermione imitated Amia and shrugged, “Everyone deserves a
break here and there…”

“I guess…”

Hermione stood up from her desk, hoping that would be the end of Amia's worries. She grabbed
the glass of water on the floor and put it on her desk before turning back to her.

“You look tired.”

“I am,” Mia mumbled, suddenly seeming to remember the pounding still going off in her head and
the dizziness that was finally starting to subside. “I just apparated back from Los Angeles.”

For the second time that night, Hermione's mouth fell open, “Amia- that's like, over
5,000 miles!”

“Should've found a floo…” Mia trailed off, closing her eyes and reaching for her head
again.

“How long have you been able to apparate? Fully trained wizards can't even go that far!”

“I got my license on my birthday, but people don't really do it where I'm from. Too many
muggles around. What's wrong?” Mia asked after opening her eyes and finding her professor
giving her a shocked and awed appraisal.

It took a moment, but Hermione finally snapped out of her daze and shook her head, “Nothing…
it's just a shock to hear that a sixteen year old girl is that… that powerful…”

Amia shrugged it off, “It's just concentration.”

“Right. Um, well I should probably take you back to Gryffindor tower now so you can get some
rest. Do you think you can make it up there, or do you want to stay here?” Hermione then offered,
feeling like she was probably safer for now sleeping in Hermione's quarters.

“I can make it,” Mia opted. She grabbed onto the chair's arms and heaved herself up. For a
second Hermione thought she might fall back down, so she came forward to grab Amia if she needed
to. However, the girl surprised her and stood stable on her own two legs. Hermione was glad to see
the colour starting to return to Amia's face.

“Alright. Oh, here- let me get you a dreamless sleep potion…”

Amia tried to smile at her as she took off behind her desk and started rummaging through a
drawer, “Thanks.”

“Take it before you lay down,” Hermione told her, coming back with a glowing blue vile.
“It'll help,” she promise, placing it in her palm and then giving her hand a little
squeeze.

“Thanks.”

The walk back to Gryffindor tower took less time than Amia had expected, or surprisingly wanted.
Turns out the conversation flowed easily between herself and Professor Granger. In no time at all,
Amia found herself liking the conversations she and Hermione were having. She had never thought
she'd feel so easy and comfortable talking to a professor like this… especially one who had
just caught her breaking a major school rule.

Maybe Professor Granger wasn't as mad as Amia had initially thought. She was nice. Really
nice, and to *her* no less!

“It really wasn't any trouble stopping Filch from punishing a student. That man thrives on
catching kids to subject to his medieval punishments. I actually took a little pleasure out of it,”
Hermione said as they got off the staircase and started down the seventh floor corridor. She shot
Amia a little grin as she finished.

Mia laughed, “I believe it. That guy is creepy. I don't know how I'm going to deal with
him now that he's probably going to be constantly breathing down my neck.”

Hermione nudged her, “Perhaps try not breaking any more rules?”

“That's easier said than done for me,” she replied with a modest look.

Hermione smiled, thinking of someone else that had a little trouble following the rules back
when he was in Hogwarts, “It is a little tricky, especially at this school.”

“Are you speaking from experience, Professor?”

Hermione shrugged impassively as Amia looked on with a grin, “I never broke the rules, per se.
My friends and I instead got in a habit of… bending them…”

Hermione smiled happily as Amia started laughing. A twinge of pride struck her heart as she
looked at her grown up baby, carefree and hopefully happy at the current moment.

Before either of them knew it, or had wanted their walk to come to an end, the Fat Lady was
right before them, looking down at them curiously.

Hermione turned to look at Mia and gave her hand another squeeze, “Look, I know being in a new
place and having no one is hard. But, if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here for
you.”

Hermione was happy to see Amia look her straight in the eye and nod, “Thanks Professor.”

“Call me Hermione. I feel old enough as it is.”

“Thanks Hermione.”

“Get some sleep, Amia,” she smiled one last time as the young girl turned and gave the impatient
Fat Lady the password and then disappeared inside the portrait hole.

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**I hope you guys have enjoyed the beginning of Hermione and Amia's relationship.
They're only going to get more and more face time from here.**

**Next chapter, Hermione goes to see Harry.**

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11. Let Your Guard Down
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 11: Let Your Guard Down**

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Rose sighed and went back to her dull looking oatmeal after the large group of Gryffindor girls
entering the great hall for breakfast did not reveal Amia. It was mind-boggling to the young
Gryffindor how the exchange student missed so many meals. Honestly, Mia hadn't even been there
for two weeks yet! But already, she'd missed a majority of the breakfasts. Was there something
Rose was missing about the new girl's character? Or was Amia simply sleeping in?

She looked up again to scan around the Great Hall. It was possible that Mia could've been
sitting with Tony, the Head Boy. After all, she did catch Tony and Mia walking out of Runes
together on a regular basis.

Upon looking over the Ravenclaw table, she saw that even Tony was absent this morning. She was
mid-sigh and just about to turn her eyes back to her boring breakfast when another pair of eyes
caught hers.

Immediately, her cheeks turned blood red, and she quickly tore her eyes away from the piercing
gaze of Scorpius Malfoy. Despite the blandness of her oatmeal and all thoughts of Amia forgotten,
she started piling her food into her mouth so that she was forced to stare down for at least the
next five minutes.

…

Amia couldn't help but feel like she was in the perfect place right now. She was warm,
thanks to the sunlight casting down on the beach, and she was staring into the smiling, handsome
face of the one person she didn't get to see last night. Normally, her feelings were all
jumbled when thinking about TJ. It was a complication she typically liked to brush under the rug.
But right now, with his tanned arm reaching out for her, the only thing she wanted was to go to
him-

“Cooper… Cooper!”

Amia's eyes snapped open in a jolt, and instead of seeing the smiling face of TJ, she
instead saw the upturned expression of Tabitha Temple. The other sixth year girl retracted her
hands and stood up straight, placing them on her hips.

“*What*?” Mia breathed, her eyebrows narrowed in annoyance.

“Professor Granger is outside for you.”

Her features instantly raised, “What?”

“Professor Granger,” Tabitha repeated, nodding off towards the door, “She's waiting in the
hall for you.”

Tabitha walked away while Mia pushed herself up in bed, a thousand thoughts racing through her
head. Professor Granger was outside waiting for her? Had she decided to punish Mia after all? She
sighed with trepidation aching in her heart as she got up from bed and carefully approached the
door.

As she opened the door, her professor turned to greet her with a smile. Mia tried to muster a
smile to giver her in return, “Er, hi.”

“Mia, how are you feeling?”

“Headache…” she muttered, gesturing up to her head. Mia noticed that Hermione's hands were
full. Right as she was about to ask about them, Hermione held out a bottle of glowing blue
liquid.

“Here. I made this for you.”

“What is it?” Amia asked after taking it and holding it up to her eyes for examination.

“Something that'll make you feel better,” Hermione promised, smiling gently.

Mia's eyebrow lifted after she lowered the bottle to her side. She almost wanted to smirk,
“You know how to make a hangover potion?”

Hermione bit her lip as she shrugged casually, “I was young once too.”

“Oh. Well, thanks.”

“You're welcome. I brought you this too,” she added, holding out a small wrapped parcel,
“Just some food from the kitchens. You're probably not hungry but you'll feel better if you
eat it. Trust me.”

This time, Amia wasn't so quick to grab her offerings. While this all seemed to be playing
out perfectly, she couldn't help but think suspiciously of the woman's graciousness. Surely
there had to be something more to it. But then Mia stopped, and bit her lip. Hermione wasn't
like most of the adults she'd had to deal with. They had established that last night. Maybe
this woman truly was just trying to be nice in looking after her…

Amia looked carefully up into her professor's eyes before taking the parcel, “Thanks
Hermione.”

“You're welcome. I-I have to get going, but if you need anything just come get me.” Hermione
hated to leave the girl so soon. If she was being honest, she much would've rather stay and
look after Mia all day long. Merlin knows she probably needed a good day of safekeeping.

But, Hermione knew that wasn't possible. Not now at least. The truth was, she may have
looked okay, but inside she was quickly losing composure.

“Okay,” Mia agreed easily, probably anxious to get back to bed.

She managed to give Hermione an adequately grateful smile before turning and heading back into
her room. Hermione bit her lip as she walked away, noticing that Mia had had the same bed as she
did when she was younger.

Hermione turned to look back down the spiral staircase and sighed deeply. Her emotions were
stretched thin, but bubbling under the thin layer of her self composure. She dearly needed to speak
to someone who would understand what she was going through. Denying to herself who she really
needed to talk to obviously wasn't working anymore that morning. The truth was she needed to
talk to someone. And that someone was Harry.

…

Rockleigh Dawber was in a heap of trouble. Not in trouble with the rules of his internship or
anything, but informally he knew he was doing nothing to impress his team chief, Harry Potter.
That's why now, even sitting at his desk scribbling away at simple inventory papers, he was
determined to uphold an ardent persona. The next time Chief Potter *did* pay attention to him,
he wouldn't be disappointed.

“Excuse me?” an out-of-breath voice asked. Rockleigh looked up curiously but then readjusted his
strong composure once he saw who it was. He was a little doubtful in doing so, considering that he
knew of the legend of Hermione Weasley's help in the great war. A part of him didn't want
to be disrespectful, but the other part, speaking particularly in the Chief's voice told him
that a person's celebrity should not effect the workings of a good auror. And Rockleigh
*really* wanted to be a good auror.

“I need to see Harry Potter,” Hermione told him. Her anxiety was overwhelming her nerves.

Rockleigh shook his head quickly, “You'll have to make an appointment. He's bus-”

“I need to see him,” she said again, matching his hard look, “It's an emergency.”

Rockleigh gulped, “What kind of emergency?”

“An emergency that I'm sure he'll be very offended to find that you asked me about.”

Rockleigh sighed, his dreams as coming across as a force to be reckon with withering away. He
cleared his throat, trying to hold on to any dignity he had left, “Name?”

Hermione again narrowed her eyes, “I`m sure you remember me from a few days ago.”

“Wait here please,” Rockleigh mumbled pathetically. Quickly, he got up from his seat and trotted
down the hall to Chief Potter's office.

Gently he knocked on the door.

“What?!”

“Um, Mr. Potter,” Rockleigh started nervously, speaking through the door, “I-I know you said you
didn't want to be bothered, but Hermione Weasley is here for you again. She seems very
fraz-”

In a flash Harry had the door opened and was staring bright-eyed down at Rockleigh. The movement
was so quick along with the conversation to follow that Rockleigh had no time to notice the dark
circles under his chief's eyes, his messier than ever hair, and his unkempt clothing.

“Hermione?” Harry asked, his excitement barely at bay.

"Yes sir. I'm sorry but she persisted-”

“Go get her! What are you waiting for?”

Rockleigh took a step back from his bosses sudden order, “Um, yes sir.”

As Rockleigh scurried away, Harry quickly turned and hurried for the mirror perched next to his
coat tree. The last thing he had been expecting was company, so the idea that he hadn't been
home in a solid day to shower or change hadn't bothered him. Now though, as he hurriedly
brushed his hands through his crazy hair, he wished he would've paid more attention to his
appearance. Just as he was straightening his tie, he heard the door close behind him. He turned
around, his breath catching in his throat as he took in Hermione. And he thought he had looked out
of composure...

“Hey-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Hermione had hurried into his arms and buried her face in
his chest. As she shook, clearly crying in his arms, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to
him.

“Hermione- are you okay?”

“No! I'm not okay. It's not okay…” she cried, shaking her head further into his
chest.

Harry squeezed her again before letting go of her and grabbing the visitor's chair across from
his desk. He pulled it forward, and gently sat her down. “Tell me what happened,” he said, kneeling
down in front of her.

“It's all so buggered up…” she muttered as she wiped at her eyes with the back of her
hand.

Harry reached forward and rubbed her knees comfortingly, “Start from the beginning," he urged,
not realizing as he continued to comfort her. Harry knew that there was only one topic to date that
could get Hermione so worked up, and that fact made him equally nervous as well.

“I found her- well, Filch got to her first- but she was sneaking back into the castle this morning.
She was completely pissed.”

So it did have something to do with Amia. But he found it strange that she was this hysterical over
a minor delinquency as being drunk. “She drinks?” he asked, nevertheless concerned.

Hermione sniffed, nodding emotionally, “Apparently so. I got Filch to let me handle it, so I took
her back to my office and she got sick. I told myself that I was going to punish her, but…”

“But what?”

“There was something wrong," Hermione revealed still blinded with tears, "I wanted to
find out why she had been drinking so we started talking… it makes sense…”

Harry's face was set in a frown and he was leaning forward in intense interest, “Hermione what
did she tell you?”

Hermione had only meant Harry's eyes for a moment before she confessed what she had been dying
to tell him, “I asked her if her parents knew that she drank, and then everything just sort of
spilled out. Kirsten is just horrible to her. She's just as evil as my first impression of her
was.”

“But Ben seemed like-”

“They divorced," Hermione cut in, with a bitterness in her tone that Harry normally
wouldn't have expected from her. "He's been out of her life since she was ten. Kirsten
wouldn't even tell him about Mia being magical!”

“They divorced?" Harry repeated, still trying to formulate how their marriage could've
crumbled, "But they seemed so happy…”

Hermione shook her head, clearly not concerned for them in the slightest, “I can only imagine what
went wrong. But the point is that she grew up with barely any semblance of family. We thought we
were giving her to a good family that would love her unconditionally, but really we gave her to a
mother who's embarrassed by her, a sister who thinks she's a freak, and a father who's
not even there.”

Harry's eyes jerked to hers suddenly, "She has a sister?"

Hermione nodded, "Kirsten had a baby right after they took Mia."

"Ben said she couldn't have kids!"

"But she did. She had a daughter of her own so Amia was pushed to the side..."

Harry was stoic kneeling next to her for the coming few minutes. Suddenly though, Hermione saw the
heat flash before his eyes. He jumped up, his fists curled as he took a couple steps back into his
office.

At first he couldn't quite explain the sudden amount of anger that coursed through him upon
hearing the backdrop of Mia's life. But after a couple seconds, his mind began raging.
Hadn't Ben and Kirsten promised to always be there for their daughter and to take care of her
and protect her with every ounce of strength they had? And now, come to find that everything they
had promised Harry and Hermione when they were younger had been thrown to the dogs. The urge to
find them and punish them for what they had let happened to Amia ached dearly in his heart.
However, the other emotion trembling within him was the jealously he felt towards Hermione.
She'd actually gotten to talk to her about this. He wasn't jealous that Amia had talked to
her over him; it was the fact that Hermione was there to talk to Amia that made Harry
envious.

A few seconds and a couple deep breaths later, Harry turned back to Hermione who was staring at him
intensely, her face still stricken with tears.

“Is this why she drinks? Does she have a problem?”

Hermione looked down and thought for a second before turning back to him and shaking her head, “No,
I don't think so at least. I mean, she said she went out with friends. She apparated back all
the way from Los Angeles, Harry.”

Harry raised his eyebrow, “She can apparate?”

She bit her lip and nodded, almost as if she was sadly admitting something, “She can do a lot..
She's more talented than I ever imagined…”

"What else did you guys talk about?"

"I just... asked her questions," Hermione said softly, "Questions about her... about
her- her family. She seemed to let her guard down a lot. I hope she knows she can talk to me
now..." Hermione trailed off going to stare down at her hands again.

Again, twinges of jealousy tugged at Harry's heart but he suppressed them, thinking Hermione
would notice.

Despite his try, Hermione noticed the flash of pain across his face. She frowned worriedly,
"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he answered shaking his head quickly.

Hermione didn't believe him at all. Instead, she continued to stare relentlessly up into his
churning eyes. "Harry?" she tried again.

Harry couldn't help but stare back, getting just as absorbed in her eyes like she was. He knew
he could tell Hermione, he was just worried that she would think less of him for it. But hadn't
they made a promise to tell each other?

Finally he sighed, "I'm just-"

A quick knock sounded at the door. Harry's shoulders sagged as Hermione visibly deflated.

Harry dragged one of his hands down his face before looking up, "Yes?"

Rockleigh's breathless, nervous voice sounded through the door, "I'm sorry to
interfere sir, but your wife is here to see you."

"Shit," Harry immediately cursed under his breath before calling back to his intern,
"Keep her in the lobby. I'll be out in a moment."

Hermione's face had gone pale, "Harry… I can't face Ginny right now."

"I know," Harry said, already trying to make himself look calm and presentable. It was a
habitual characteristic; something he always did when Ginny came round.

"You can go through the side," he finished walking over to give Hermione a hand up. She
landed lightly on her feet trying to recover her own mask of calmness.

Harry cleared his throat, not taking a step back once she was standing stable. He looked down into
her eyes, suddenly her Harry again, "Thanks for coming here and sharing this with
me."

"You're the only person I can really talk to," Hermione admitted quietly. She blamed
the way he was looking at her for her confession.

Harry nodded before whispering back, "I feel the same."

Before Hermione had the chance to think more on the vibrancy in his eyes again, Harry had her
pulled up in a hug. It didn't take her long to respond. She moved her arms around his waist and
let them glide up his back. She'd forgotten what Harry's hugs had felt like- and how...
good... they made her feel.

Harry's warmth eventually pulled away and left her standing there trying to remember the
security of his embrace while she heard the door open behind her.

She turned around to follow Harry out of the door, and responded with a dim smile when he reached
out to squeeze her hand one more time. At that point, they went their separate ways; Harry turning
left to go meet Ginny and Hermione turning right to head for the exit.

Both tried their best to ignore the persistent thought in the back of their heads that hated the
growing distance being put between them.

…

"Ginny,” Harry greeted his wife without much enthusiasm as he walked out into the main lobby,
“what are you doing here?"

Ginny, on the other hand, seemed to spring to life as soon as she saw him. "I have some news!”
she announced, gliding up to him with a smile spread over her lips. Harry noted, without much
reverence, that he hadn't seen his wife this happy in a while.

However, he was taken aback when Ginny didn't stop in front of him, and proceeded to lean
forward and kiss his cheek. As she took a step back, Harry took the opportunity to revaluate her
expression. Smiling beautifully even though she hadn't seen him in a straight day, glowing, and
her arms wrapped tightly over her stomach, where she gripped what looked like an addition of the
daily prophet. Suddenly all of her traits started to fit themselves together, making Harry's
heart drop into the pit of his stomach. He only knew of one thing that could've made Ginny so
happy…


“News? What kind of news?” Harry repeated, quickly trying to think of the last time they had been
together sexually. It hadn't been any time recently, that was for sure. Now that he was
thinking about it, he and Ginny hadn't been intimate together the entire summer. Could she
really only be finding out now?

“The best kind,” Ginny grinned, ever evasively causing Harry's heart to start pounding at twice
its normal pace.

He gulped before grabbing her arm and nodding off, “Let's go into my office.”

Ginny nodded and quickly followed him around the corner and into his office. As soon as they were
both inside, Harry turned and locked the door. He cleared his throat awkwardly before turning back
to look at Ginny.

“Okay, tell me what's up…”

Ginny's excitement finally spilled from her as she handed him her copy of the daily prophet,
"Guess who the daily prophet's new freelance quidditch reporter is!"

Harry didn't even bother looking at the paper. Instead, he stared incredulously at his wife,
"Who?"

"Me! I got a job!"

"A job?"

"Yes!” Ginny laughed upon Harry's somewhat dazed repeat, “With the daily prophet!
They're paying me to go to quidditch games and write about them. Doesn't that sound
amazing?"

"Yeah…” Harry muttered blowing out a relieved breath. He shook his head, telling himself to
focus on her triumph and not his relief to hear that Ginny wasn't pregnant,
“Congratulations!"

"Thanks. You're happy for me? I know I never really talked to you about it, but I've
been wanting to write for a while now."

Harry nodded, still trying to wrap his head around everything, "Uh, if you're happy
I'm happy."

"Great!” Ginny exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him again, “I really am. My first
assignment is Wednesday. The Puddlemere game."

"That sounds great..." Harry said, his arms gripped on hers that were wrapped around his
neck. He knew this must've looked awkward to her, but he couldn't help but think that the
last pair of arms wrapped around him felt a lot better than the ones that were now…

And Ginny obviously noticed that something was the matter with him. Slowly, she began to draw
herself back, "What's wrong? You're not happy for me are you?"

"No, I am. It's just…” For a moment, Harry debated if he should even go there with Ginny.
He was very excited that she had something to focus on now, but it was kind of unexpected. He was
sure he'd have to deal with her moaning over having more kids until at least past
Christmas…

“I mean, why?" he finally verbalised.

“Why what?”

“Why did you feel like you needed to get a job? I make plenty of money…”

“It's not about the money,” Ginny said, suddenly less excited and much more quiet. She
shrugged, “You're gone all the time. James and Albi are at school. I have nothing to do during
the day. And since you're so sure that another baby would be a horrible idea… I need something
to do.”

Harry nodded, this time with the enthusiasm he knew his wife wanted to see, “That makes sense.
Keeping busy always did make you happy.”

“Used to be that just you made me happy…”

“What's that?” Harry asked, not catching onto Ginny's mumble.

Quickly, she shook her head, “Nothing. Um, do you have to stay late tonight?”

“I'm not sure yet,” he said, glancing back to his desk. He didn't have much work to do.
Lately he'd been taking up the habit of checking his reports two and three times more than
necessary just to prolong going home. However, with the new excitement Ginny had shown over her new
job, maybe that meant that Harry could go home for once to a peaceful house rather than one where
all they do is fight. “Hopefully not,” he answered after a few seconds.

“Oh…” Ginny muttered, disappointment creeping back onto her face.

Harry bit the inside of his cheek. He didn't want to make her feel any less excited than she
should've been. With that said, and the reminder that she was his wife, he stepped forward,
“I-I haven't eaten lunch yet. Are you hungry?”

They had both already eaten, but Ginny still nodded, “Yeah, sure.”

…

Hermione was silent as she rode the lift up to the atrium. There were several stops along the
way, but Hermione was grateful that nobody besides little inter-departmental memos got onto the
lift. She really wanted to be alone as she replayed the hug she and Harry had shared over and over
again in her mind. She missed that hug- something that described Harry perfectly- but was torn over
whether or not she should feel guilty or happy for having such a realisation.

She was just starting to lean towards guilty when the lift dinged and a soft, feminine voice
announced the sixth floor. Hermione didn't even pay attention to which floor she was on, or
notice when the lift doors opened.


“Hermione! What a surprise seeing you here, I was just about to send off a letter to you!”

Hermione jumped, and looked up to see the tall, thin frame of her old friend (and now personal
attorney) as he got on the lift, “Henry! Hi.”

“How've you been my dear? I hope you're keeping up well,” he said, leaning in to kiss her
cheek.

Hermione kissed him back, but only faintly as she quickly tried to compose herself, “Yeah, yeah.
I'm doing fine.”

Why did this have to happen to her, especially at a time like this? She knew that seeing Henry
meant she was about to get cornered concerning her impending divorce. But given everything that had
been happening lately, she hadn't been able to give proper thought to anything concerning Ron.
She knew what she had to do eventually, but she always figured she would be 100% sure and ready to
give Henry the go ahead. As of yet though she hadn't had the chance to sit down and really
figure out what she wanted from her divorce.

“Wonderful. Listen, I wanted to know if we could have a word about your case. Would you mind
heading up to my office with me so we could talk in private?”

Hermione cleared her throat awkwardly, “Um, actually Henry I'm on a lunch break. I need to be
getting back to Hogwarts.”

“A lunch break on Sunday's?” Pettlebone asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Er, yeah.”

“Very well…” he muttered, his exuberance taken down a notch, “I was simply wondering if you would
like me to forward the divorce proceedings to the Wizengamot committee? All of the required
documents are ready.”

Hermione bit her lip, “I-I haven't really had the chance to-to talk to anyone about this.
There's still a lot I have to work out before the papers are filed…”

Henry shook his head smoothly, “This only processes the papers and lets the courts know of your
intentions. Nothing is final by sending them in.”

“I know, but… but I think I need a little more time.”

Hermione didn't even want to look up into the face of her friend to see the inevitable
disappointment he would no doubt be expressing. She held her breath, waiting for another persuasive
bid to let him file, but before he had the chance to say anything, the lift dinged to a stop.

“*Level 8; the atrium.*”

As quickly as possible, Hermione made her move to get off the lift. However, Henry soon snapped
back to reality, and reached forward to grab her arm.

“Hermione, it won't get any easier if you let them just sit on my desk and collect dust. I
would recommend-”

“Friday,” Hermione cut him off, “I'll let you know then, okay?”

She tried to look as determined as possible, knowing that would be the only thing that would
convince Henry of her sincerity. Truthfully, she hadn't really intended to blurt out a set date
to make her decision, but at least doing so would get her out of the sticky situation now.

Finally, Pettlebone nodded, “Alright Hermione. Take care of yourself, and your kids.”

“I will.”

He gave her a departing smile, one that Hermione meekly tried to give back before turning and
heading in the direction for a floo.

…

Hermione looked up from her desk as a knock sounded on the door from outside. She had been
trying to grade some essays after returning from dinner. However, grading was proving difficult
since she hadn't seen Amia anywhere in the great hall tonight. Instead of focusing on her
students' theories of elemental transfiguration, she was more considering whether or not she
should go up and check on the girl…


Nevertheless, she set her quill down and prepared herself to deal with whoever was outside. She
could go check on Mia after. “It's open!” she called out.

The door opened slightly, but enough for Amia herself to slip through the crack. Hermione
couldn't help but smile genuinely at the girl, who she noted was looking much better than this
morning, “Mia!”

“Hey,” she greeted back, coming forward.

As she got closer, Hermione noticed that she was carrying something. “What are you doing here?”
she asked, standing up from her desk, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything's fine.”

“What can I do for you?” she asked, still somewhat concerned as she walked around her desk.

“I just wanted to say thanks for not doing your job and turning me in to the Headmistress,” Amia
said. She drew her hand up and offered what she had been carrying to her, “Here.”

Hermione took it, recognizing it as a thick scroll. “What's this?” she asked, already starting
to unravel it.

“A three foot essay on the foundations of Transfiguration and why it's fundamental to the
practice of magic.”

Hermione glanced over the first foot before looking up in astonishment, “Wow.”

Amia nodded, “Yeah, I went to the library and checked out books, and then spent all day in my room
writing.”

Hermione grinned, “Impressive. I'm very proud.”

“Yeah,” Mia again nodded before shrugging evasively, “I don't know if I've mentioned this
before, but I hate quills. We're in the twenty-first century… pens and pencils couldn't
hurt.”

She chuckled, “If Hogwarts is anything, it's definitely a little old-fashioned.”

“The old-fashioned is good, except for the quill part. And the fact that there are suits of armour
hanging out in the halls for people to knock over.”

“You better watch what you say. I think that suit of armour was very offended by your actions,”
Hermione teased.

“Great,” Mia grinned, clapping her hands in front of her, “That's all I need, another magicked
thing out to get me…”

Hermione's gaze cut to her's sharply, suddenly very intense, “What do you mean? What's
out to get you?”

The two were both quiet for a moment before Amia let out an awkward laugh, “It was a joke…”

Hermione's expression slowly relaxed, “Oh… Ha…”

“You look strung out,” Mia commented, giving her professor a once-over.

Hermione imitated her gesture before looking up and shrugging, “I just have a lot of stuff going
on.”

“Oh. Well, sorry if I added to your stress.”

“You haven't.”

Amia smiled appreciatively at her before nodding back towards the door, “I'm going to get to
bed.”

“Good idea. You'll need your rest for classes tomorrow.”

Mia's face soured over for a moment before she nodded, “Right. See ya Hermione.”

Hermione smiled gently, “Good night.”

She didn't move from her spot until Mia had left the room. After, she hugged her essay to
her chest before turning back for her desk. She felt like she'd had her closure for the night,
and now she could go back to staring emptily at her fifth years' essays before tomorrow would
come, and she could see her daughter again.

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12. An Unwelcome Visitor
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 12: An Unwelcome Visitor**

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Harry walked in his front door late on Monday night exhausted and ready for immediate sleep.
Even though he had made it home last night at a decent time, he had been up and ready for work at
five this morning. His day with Ginny had been okay yesterday, but throughout the day and the
night, he came to realize that the more time he spent with his wife, the more he couldn't stop
thinking about his best friend's wife. This was part of his excuse to head straight for bed.
Avoiding Ginny tonight would certainly be a relief for him.

However, as he set his briefcase down and threw his cloak over the coat tree, he heard two very
distinct voices coming from further in the house. He didn't even get the chance to think of an
escape before Ginny called out to him.

“Harry? Is that you?”

Harry sighed as he started for the kitchen, hoping for his own sake that he'd be able to
keep his attitude in check.

“Hey sweetheart,” Ginny grinned as he came in through the dining room entrance.

“Hi,” Harry replied quietly before giving a hard nod to the other ginger in the room, “Ron.”

Ron jumped up from his seat at the table and with a big smile, he came over to clap Harry on the
back, “How ya been best mate of all mates? It's been a while. Haven't found a replacement
for me, have ya?”

“I've been busy,” Harry shrugged, his tone rough.

Ginny raised her eyebrows insightfully, “He's always busy.”

“Come off it, Harry,” Ron said, carelessly slapping him on the back again. Harry's jaw
locked and he became even more rigid as Ron continued. If only the red head knew how much Harry was
trying not to curl his fists right now then he wouldn't be hitting him so casually. “You
can't let the auror department take your life from you. You should dedicate more time to
what's important in life.”

“And what's that Ron?” Harry snapped, his blood now officially starting to simmer.

Both Ron and Ginny looked taken aback, “What?”

“What's that? I mean, what do you take time off work for? I thought you've been pretty
busy lately as well?”

“Harry-” Ginny tried, but Ron quieted her.

“Yeah well, I've been trying to keep busy. It'd be different if Hermione were still at
home.”

“Would it?” Harry bit out with a dangerous look in his eyes.

“Harry! What's wrong with you?” Ginny chided, full of shock.

Harry shook his head, “Absolutely nothing. What's wrong with you?”

“Nothing-”

“So we're all just fine then. What's for dinner?” Harry asked suddenly, walking around
the table and dropping into the seat opposite of the one Ron was sitting at. He knew that if he was
sitting he'd be less likely to jump at Ron for any other senseless comments he wanted to
make.

“Shepherd's pie. I'll make you a plate.”

Harry thanked her as Ginny walked out with a confused look on her face. He was sure that
she'd be wanting some explanations later, but Harry wasn't sure yet if he'd be willing
to give them to her. Right now, at least, he had more pressing matters at hand. Literally.

Ron cautiously sat back down in his seat, his eyes searching Harry's face for any reason for
his brusque behaviour.

“Have I done something?” he finally asked.

Harry eyes frosted over, “You're asking me?”

“You've been distant lately. There has to be a reason…”

“Do you have anything you need to tell me, Ron?”

Ron looked up, suddenly very anxious looking. Harry, on the other hand, was looking at Ron like
he'd never looked at him before. His hard, stiff glare was the same glare he used when
interrogating criminals. Right now Ron wasn't much better than a criminal in Harry's mind.
To him, he deserved no better treatment.

“Sorry? I'm not following you, mate.”

“Like you said, we're best mates,” Harry continued, “And it's been a while- surely
there's some catching up we should do.”

Ron shifted around in his seat before shrugging, “Just trying to adjust. It's weird not
having Hermione and Hugo around the house anymore.”

“It's weird not having them around, or not having to hide from them?”

“Harry, I don't know what you're talking about-”

“I think you know exactly what I'm talking about,” Harry cut him off dangerously. Ron's
head jerked back in offence; Harry had never been so threatening to him before…

“I'm not the one that's been distant. You're the one who hasn't been considering
your best mates. And actions always have consequences, Ron,” he finished in a more quiet and deadly
voice.

“Here you go,” Ginny announced, coming into the room carrying a plate of food. She came over and
set it in front of Harry, “With extra mash- just the way you like it.”

“You shouldn't have, Gin,” Harry said, not breaking his eye contact with Ron.

Ginny smiled, “It was no trouble. What about you Ron? Want another plate? What, I think
you're on your fifth- or is it the sixth serving?”

“No. I-I have to go,” Ron stumbled, getting up from his chair rather suddenly.

His sister frowned, “But Harry only just got here. You've spent the past half hour moaning
about how you never have any quality bloke time anymore…”

“Yeah Ron,” Harry agreed, “Why don't you stay? Give us a chance to talk more.”

Ron's eyes flickered as he stared into Harry's. The traditional Weasley trait of
embarrassment flushed red on his cheeks and around his ears as he shook his head, “Maybe another
time. Thanks for the food Ginny.”

“The Burrow next Sunday. Make sure you're there, alright brother?” Ginny said as she came
around the table and kissed him on the cheek.

Harry watched as he kissed her back and agreed reluctantly, “Yeah.”

He shot Harry one last turmoiled look before turning and walking out of the Potter's dining
room.

…

Hermione looked up over her desk and smiled as she watched Amia make another humph of content as
she read over the chapter Hermione had assigned for tonight. “You're making some good noises
over there,” Hermione said, momentarily forgetting the 2nd year papers she was
grading.

“This stuff's actually pretty interesting,” Mia replied before shooting her a look over the
big text, “But don't tell anyone I said that.”

Hermione smirked, “Coming from the girl who fell asleep trying to read this only a few hours
earlier? Well, your secret's safe with me.”

“Hey!” Amia scoffed light-heartedly, “It wasn't so much this as it was the discussion about
Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration. That's like a lullaby to anyone who knows it.
I'm surprised you weren't getting sleepy just talking about it. And in my further defence,
it was 9 in the morning.”

“A normal hour to the rest of us humans,” Hermione responded, still grinning.

Amia again looked over her book at her, this time with a much more wild look. “I never claimed
to be human,” she whispered, her beautiful green eyes going crazy in joke of the situation.

Hermione laughed, “I'm claiming it for you right now. Keep reading.”

“With pleasure,” Mia mumbled, turning back to the text book. Hermione couldn't help but
laugh quietly to herself as she watched Mia reading. With her bag thrown on the floor, her robes
hung uncaringly over the side of her chair, and her feet propped up on the desk, it all reminded
her of Harry's old studying techniques.

She couldn't help but take a couple extra moments of admiring her before turning back to her
essays that needed grading.

She didn't get very far though. Not even thirty seconds had passed before the door to the
classroom abruptly shot open. Hermione jumped up immediately, her hand reaching for her wand while
Amia spun around in her seat.

Ron Weasley paid no attention to the student sitting at the front desk and instead stalked
straight towards Hermione.

“Ron!” Hermione said, her voice appalled but her face already contorting into an angry
glare.

Also glaring, he pointed a finger at her, “We need to talk.”

Hermione let out furious breath through her nose as she did her best not to look into the
confused face of Amia. She didn't want to draw any attention towards her with Ron standing so
close…

“I'll be right back. Keep reading,” she muttered at Amia while walking down the isle towards
Ron. She could feel her eyes on her back as she walked to him and pointed at the door.

“Outside.”

Ron said nothing and followed her out of the double oak doors. Hermione made sure they were
completely closed before spinning on him.

“Do you want to tell me what you're doing here and what the *hell* that was all about?
I was with a student, Ronald!”

“I don't give a rat's ass,” Ron screamed at her, a lot more angry than she had any
explanation for. However, what he said next made his fury all make sense, “You fucking told him,
didn't you!”

“Told who what?” Hermione asked despite herself.

“Told Harry about what happened! I was just over at their house and he was looking at me like he
wanted to beat me to a bloody pulp! Why else would he look at me like that if you haven't told
him?”

“Well there's several possibilities, but I'm not Harry so I couldn't explain them to
you,” Hermione replied, folding her arms defiantly.

Ron scoffed, “Oh, stop fucking with my head and just admit it! You told him!”

“Have you ever thought that maybe Harry's caught you as well?” Hermione asked, suddenly
outraged that she was being put on the spot like this. What right did he have? She wasn't the
one to cheat! She had done nothing wrong, yet here he was acting like she'd committed the worst
of sins!

Her comment seemed to make him think though, because he was suddenly quieter as he glared, “What
are you talking about?”

“You've been in a closer proximity with him than you have with me,” Hermione bit out, “Who
knows for sure how long you've been sneaking around or how many times he's caught you.
Maybe you should think about that instead of coming here and accusing me!”

“That's shite Hermione and you know it!” he spat, now shouting again, “You probably ran off
to him first thing. You probably thought that since you couldn't have me anymore, that he was
your best bet!”

“I would never think about destroying someone's marriage like you've destroyed ours! I
would never want Ginny to experience the humiliation or stress over having to tell their kids, like
I have! I am not the villain here, Ronald!”

“Oh, here we go again! I'm the bad guy, this is all my fault right?!”

“I didn't ask you to cheat on me,” Hermione said through clenched teeth. She hadn't felt
her blood boil like this for quite some time. The mount of effort she had to put in to simply have
a conversation with Ron frustrated her to no end. And to think she had been married to an asshole
like this for nearly fifteen years!

“Well if you didn't tell him then who did?”

“It's quite obvious that you're not as stealthy as you think you are. I don't have
to stand here and go over theories concerning your infidelity with you. This is your mess Ron. Take
some fucking responsibility for it.”

Ron scoffed again and took a couple steps back. Hermione didn't know what he was about to
do, but did take note that his face was burning a bright shade of scarlet, and his hands were
clenched into fists. Subtly, she reached her hand into her pocket and grabbed her wand, just in
case Ron's rage made him spiral out of control.

Thankfully it wasn't necessary, and after a couple moments of stewing he turned to point at
her again, “This isn't over.”

Hermione snorted confidently, “Famous last words. Now leave before I get security.”

She was relieved to watch him turn and storm off down the hall. She didn't know what exactly
compelled him to come here and confront her like this, but she could only assume that he and Harry
must've came in contact at some point. And unlike she, Harry was truly angry for what Ron had
done. Her only hope was that he didn't fly off the handle. Even though she appreciated
Harry's protectiveness (something of which's extent also confused her), she didn't want
Ron and Harry fighting over her. That would only lead to others getting involved, and then people
finding out of whom she wasn't ready to tell. She had enough on her plate as it was with Amia;
she didn't want to add a family feud to it as well.

Hermione stood outside the class for a couple quiet minutes, hoping that Amia hadn't heard
too much of the screaming match that had just taken place.

When she finally thought she had enough composure to go back in, she opened the doors and found
Mia staring straight at her. Nervous of how much she'd heard, she put on a smile, “Finished
yet?”

“I couldn't concentrate over the noise.”

Hermione sighed, “I'm sorry you had to see and hear that.”

Amia gave Hermione a once-over before shrugging, “It's fine. Are you alright?”

“Fine,” Hermione replied resolutely, heading up the isle towards her desk.

“You don't look very fine,” Amia replied as she walked past.

Hermione stopped and sighed again before turning to look at her, “It's a long story,
Mia.”

“We got time. Was that your husband?”

Hermione bit her lip before nodding, “Yeah. Ron.”

“How long have you been together?”

“About 15 years. But we've known each other since we were eleven. We were best friends
growing up,” Hermione said, her tone not giving away any depth or emotion.

Mia nodded before gesturing towards Hermione, “You don't wear a ring.”

Hermione too looked down to her left hand, bare of any semblance of marriage or commitment
before looking back up to her, “No. I don't.”

Amia nodded again before asking, “Is he the only guy you've ever been with?”

Hermione froze, “Uh…”

“Sorry,” Mia mumbled sheepishly, “Just curious.”

“It's complicated,” Hermione finally said with a light shrug of her own.

Amia nodded and sat quietly pondering for a couple minutes. Hermione was just about to tell her
to get back to reading when she spoke up.

“You know, when my mom found out that my dad had lost all of his money, she accused him of
ruining our family. But despite everything, I've never blamed my dad. He was just too
considerate to all of our wants- that's why he ran out of money.”

“I'm sorry,” Hermione whispered, that being the only thing she could think of to say. Well,
she knew what she'd like to call Kirsten Cooper, but it wouldn't have been appropriate to
do so in front of Mia. Actually Amia probably would've loved it, but it would confuse her
nonetheless.

“I've always figured if my dad just spoke for himself that none of it would have ever
happened. The only reason that he didn't is because he thought it would hurt us- but in the end
that's all that happened.”

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed, finally realizing what she was getting at. When she opened
her eyes, she looked at Amia in a much more vulnerable light, “He thinks if we separate that Rose
and Hugo will hate me.”

Amia shook her head immediately, “They won't. Not if you just talk to them and tell them the
truth. The hatred happens when they find the truth piece by piece from someone who isn't their
mom or dad.”

“I want to be straightforward with them,” Hermione whispered, now looking down at the ground,
“but I don't want them to think less of Ron.”

Mia nodded in sympathy, “I'm sorry…”

“It's okay,” Hermione shrugged, still not meeting her eyes, “We never really fell in love…
just got pregnant and figured it was best for the baby if we got married.”

“It's not too late…” Amia offered gently, “if you think that's something you want. I
mean, your still pretty young…”

At that, Hermione cracked a smile, “I don't know. It's definitely really
complicated.”

“Well, I'm sure your kids and the rest of your family will understand. I'm sure they
just want you to be happy.”

“Happy…” she muttered, playing the word over in her head. Unconsciously her eyes turned back up
towards Mia's. They stayed staring at each other for a few seconds before Hermione finally
sighed, “That is something that is so close, yet so far away.”

“You should go for it- whatever it is you're talking about.”

Hermione again smiled at her encouragement. It made her happy to hear that from her, even though
she had no idea what her happiness really entailed of…

“You're only sixteen. How are you so wise?”

Amia let out a long winded sigh as she sat back in her chair. Finally, she simply pointed
upward, “It's just God-given, Hermione.”

She grinned, “Of course. One of your many talents.”

Now also smiling, she shrugged, “You were willing to listen to my issues, it's only nice to
return the favour.”

“Thank you,” Hermione muttered sincerely, but also with an edge of longing. Never in a million
years did she think she'd be taking love advice from her estranged daughter, especially given
the people involved…

“Can I finish this tomorrow?” Amia asked, breaking Hermione from her thoughts. Hermione's
eyes shot to hers and she realized she was referring to the reading. She quickly nodded.

“Yeah. It's late, you should be getting to bed.”

Mia nodded and moved to start gathering up her belongings. She was just finishing putting on her
cloak and about to grab her bag when Hermione thought of something.

“Hey, wait…”

Mia turned to her, “Yeah?”

“C-Can you just…”

Mia seemed to understand instantly, “I won't tell them. Anyone.”

Hermione bit her lip, “Thanks.”

Amia waved it off as she slung her book bag over her shoulder. She was just about to turn to
walk down the isle, but stopped short.

Unexpectedly, she looked back at Hermione with a curious look, “But when are you?”

Hermione blew out a long awaited breath, “I'm trying to figure that one out.”

Mia spent an extra second looking at her befriended professor before nodding, “Night
Hermione.”

“Good night Amia.”

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**Next chapter: Hermione makes a big decision, Harry has to deal with some new cases at work,
and Amia becomes determined to make Rose have a little fun.**

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13. Acquaintances? Friends? Something More?
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 13: Acquaintances? Friends? Something More?**

**---**

Hermione stood facing the Ministry's lift on the 6th floor with a small, but
significant smile on her face. She had taken her Tuesday lunch break to come to the Ministry to
visit her friend Henry. It had only been a couple days prior when she had stated with shaky
hesitation that she wasn't ready to file her and Ron's divorce papers. However, today she
had gone to her old friend's office with total confidence.

She'd been lying if she said that this new found assuredness hadn't come in part from
Amia. But nevertheless, she had found her way to one resolution. And even though she didn't
know when she'd get around to telling her kids, she was sure that she was ready to break the
ties that held her and Ron together. After nearly 15 years of an insincere marriage, she was ready
to take a stand for herself.

Hermione was still caught up in her own thoughts when the bell for the lift dinged open in front
of her. Blindly, she stepped forward into the lift and collided with a hard mass that was coming
out.

“Sor- Harry!”

“Hermione?” Harry asked looking down at her, his face immediately contorting into a worried
expression, “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah everything's fine. Just… filing some paperwork.” She already knew that lying to
Harry would do no good. He'd find out eventually…

He raised an eyebrow, “Some paperwork?”

“Yeah. It's over between Ron and I. No use sitting around and doing nothing about it.”

Hermione watched carefully as the expression dimmed on Harry's face. Slowly, he started to
nod, “That's good. Great.”

The conversation died as Harry stared down at Hermione. She knew she shouldn't have even
been tempted, but she stared back just as silently for a few moments before forcing herself to look
away. With her cheeks tinged a slight pink, she cleared her throat and changed the subject, “So
what are you doing here?”

“Work,” Harry replied, his tone suddenly much harsher, “Martin McQue was found in a trance in
his home.”

“Martin McQue?” Hermione asked, recognizing the name of the very reputable wizard barrister,
“What kind of trance?”

He shook his head, “We're not sure. But it seems like his magic has been drained from his
body. When we found him he was unresponsive and near death.”

“Oh my god… his poor family…”

Harry nodded just as solemnly, “Yeah, his wife didn't know anything. I was planning on
questioning a few of his colleagues here.”

“I hope you get some answers. This sounds serious.” Hermione didn't realize, but as she
finished she reached out and squeezed Harry's hand.

Instead of pulling away, he squeezed back in response. It was a habitual response- something
that just made him feel right in doing so. However, the gesture also made them both realize what
they were doing. He glanced down to their joined hands and couldn't help but sound awkward when
he spoke, “Yeah. So…”

Hermione too looked down before dropping his hand. Folding her arms tightly across her chest,
she looked up at him, “What?”

“Is everything okay? At Hogwarts?”

Hermione shrugged lightly. That question held so many different answers. Rose was growing more
and more suspicious about Hermione's behaviour. Hermione knew she'd have to come to terms
with this and eventually sit Rose down to talk, but right now she was too preoccupied by how well
things were going with Mia. She was making some great strides with her, and she knew that she was
well on her way to gaining Amia's full trust. However, with the events of yesterday, there was
one thing in particular that Hermione figured Harry might be interested in knowing.

She shot him a deliberate look before speaking, “Ron stopped by yesterday.”

Harry's eyebrows raised again, “He did?”

“While Mia was finishing her lesson.”

Panic instantly crossed his face, “Did he-”

“He didn't notice her,” Hermione cut him off, “He was too busy with his fury to notice
anything or anyone else.”

“Did he hurt you?” Harry asked quietly, anxiously waiting for an answer. He could already feel
the rage boiling within him if her answer were to come out as an affirmative.

Luckily for him though, Hermione shook her head, “No. Just screamed. A lot. Apparently he was
under the impression that I had told you about his affair.”

He sighed, “That's my fault. He was with Ginny when I came home last night. I'm sorry I
couldn't control my attitude.”

“It's okay,” Hermione said gently, going back to staring into his eyes. She knew yesterday
when Ron showed up that he hadn't done this intentionally. The thing about Harry was that even
when she wasn't around, he was constantly trying to protect her. The part that confused her was
that he hadn't really done this in quite sometime. It was a sign of the old Harry. The Harry
that she had fallen madly-

She forced herself to discontinue that thought and immediately looked away from his eyes. She
could've sworn that those eyes were the demise to all of her rational thinking…

“At least something positive's come out of it,” Harry said after a couple seconds.

Hermione nodded trying to forget her previous thoughts, “Yeah. It was definitely a wake up call;
it made me realize that I really didn't want to be married to a man who could treat me like
that anymore.”

Again Harry reached forward and squeezed her hand, “It'll all work out `Mione. I
promise.”

Hermione froze. She hadn't heard that nickname in over 16 years. Any thought she'd just
told herself to forget about Harry wanting to protect her again was blown away by the emotion
punched into her after hearing her old name. Deep down, ineffable to her present state of mind,
that name struck something in her that she never thought she would've felt again.

While Hermione was frozen in a state of confusion and remembrance, Harry was mentally cursing
himself for letting it slip. It, the one thing he knew he wasn't allowed to call her anymore.
But he'd never been able to stop his mind from mentally referring to her as that. Especially
now, she was his `Mione more than ever. Nevertheless, he knew he'd undoubtedly made her
remember the emotions that went behind that name. The love he'd always put into it, yet the
eventual despair that it came to represent…

He knew he needed to apologize to her, however every fibre of his being was aching against
it.

Though, as fate would have it, the lift chose to open at that moment and the ugly mug of
Zacharias Smith came out. Luckily for Harry, the old hufflepuff's appearance distracted
Hermione from his slip. Unluckily for him, he was now forced to deal with Smith.

“I hope you've gotten some answers, Potter. This case is minutes away from going to the
press.”

Harry sent a glare at the blonde man before turning to Hermione. He gave her a small smile,
“Gotta run. I'll talk to you soon, alright?”

“Okay,” Hermione nodded quickly, already backing up towards the lift, “Good luck with
everything.”

“You too,” Harry whispered as he watched his old love hurry onto the lift and press a button for
the atrium.

…

Hermione couldn't help but smile as she looked out over the Great Hall from her position at
the professor's table. She was enjoying dinner tonight, casually talking to Neville and
watching her kids at the Gryffindor table. She was relaxed more than normal because she hadn't
had the worry of waiting around for Mia to get to dinner. That night, she had walked in rather
early along side Rose. The shock that Hermione felt at seeing this was quickly replaced with an
overwhelming sensation of happiness that came with the sight of her two daughters together. It was
like they were becoming sisters already; they both helped each other out. They were a good balance.
Just like sisters.

Hermione began to eat more pensively as she watched her two girls, involved in what seemed to be
a hearty conversation with their fellow Gryffindors, wondering poignantly if they would ever know
how connected they truly were.

“I bloody hate Filch,” James grumbled, throwing down his chicken wing, “It's like he's
not happy unless he's snivelling down innocent Gryffindors' backs.”

Rose snorted, “Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think throwing dung bombs at
Professor Denham's door qualifies you as innocent.”

Mia laughed and turned to James, “You really did that?”

A smug look came over his face as he straightened up and shook his head, “Look, you can't
prove anything.”

“Well at least he's horrible to everyone,” Amia replied after everyone, minus Rose, let out
a light laugh, “I thought it was just me who he had a problem with.”

James quirked an eyebrow, “Filch got you in trouble? For what?”

“I tripped over a statue of armour. He showed up out of nowhere thinking I was up to no good,”
Mia shrugged, figuring that minor details would hold over her new friends.

“Rotten bastard,” James scoffed.

The casual banter was suddenly diverted as owls started flooding into the Great Hall. Mia
noticed her housemate's sudden eagerness before quietly turning back to her food. She sort of
hated when the owl's came; she never got any letters, and watching the looks of delight come
across everyone's faces when an owl dropped something in their laps only rubbed what she was
missing in her face.

James and Carson felt the opposite of Mia and where perfect examples to the delight she referred
to as the owls started dropping their objects.

Carson nudged James excitedly, “Oi, you think your uncle has written back yet?”

“I hope so!” James muttered, not taking his eyes away from the ceiling.

Rose frowned as she watched them, “What are you two planning?”

“Nothing that concerns you Miss Prefect,” James goaded her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
It didn't take a particularly bright person to see that the two boys obviously *were*
planning something.

As Rose rolled her eyes at her cousin, she too looked back up at the ceiling to see if she had
anything coming. A small brown owl, one that she didn't recognize, looked as if it were heading
straight for her. After a couple seconds though, she could tell it was heading slightly past
her.

She nudged Amia, “Hey, this one's heading straight for you.”

“What?” Mia looked up to see the brown owl flying directly for her. A frown came over her face
as she started to shake her head, “But I never get mail…”

Up at the staff table, Hermione watched as a small owl swooped down and dropped a letter to
Amia. The immediate frown casted over the girl's face worried her; was it a letter from home?
From Kirsten, maybe?

Hermione was too obsessed with her burning curiosity to know what the letter signified that she
didn't notice the expression on Mia's face as she turned it over and read where it was
from. If she had, she would've noticed Mia's eyes widen and her jaw go slack. Even the
tremble of her hands could've been noticeable from the staff table.

…

Hermione sat behind her desk, gripping a quill tightly in her hand. All of the relaxation she
had felt at dinner an hour ago was gone. She was now back to the worry and anxiety that she'd
grown accustomed to ever since Amia showed up in her classroom.

She was fifteen minutes late for their lesson. She hadn't sent a note and nobody had come by
to explain her absence. As of now, Amia was missing.

Hermione had told herself to just start on some of her third years' essays to pass the time-
maybe she was getting her homework together, or doing some pre-lesson readings…

Or maybe the contents of the letter she'd received at dinner troubled her enough to cause
her to miss class. The desire to know what that letter was about burned evermore strongly in
Hermione's heart as she watched the clock tick off another minute.

Just as she was telling herself that she was going to have to go look for her, the door opened
and a troubled looking Mia slipped through.

“Hey!” Hermione called to her, relief flooding through her, “I was starting to think you
weren't gonna make it.”

Amia looked up to her and Hermione immediately noticed her eyes lacked the sparkle they usually
carried. Something was definitely wrong with her…

“Sorry. Lost track of time,” she muttered, setting her things down before sitting down her
normal seat.

“It's ok. You alright?”

She didn't respond immediately. Instead, she pulled out her homework and book from her book
bag before looking back up, “Uh, yeah. I'm fine I guess.”

Her response wasn't genuine at all. Because of that, Hermione felt like she was obligated to
ask, “I noticed you got some mail at dinner. News from home?” she pried gently.

Amia's eyes darted down to her book, “Uh, yeah.”

“It must be good to hear from your family…”

A small smirk came over Amia's face as she scoffed, “My family doesn't write me. It was
from my friend. Well, my old friend…”

Hermione couldn't quite explain the relief she felt after hearing that it wasn't Kirsten
who wrote her. Really, Kirsten should've been writing her because that's what a good mother
would do to their child abroad. But Kirsten was a shit mother, and while Hermione knew it was
dangerous to feel so, she couldn't help but think that she was more of a mother to Mia with
only her few weeks of knowing her then Kirsten had ever been. So obviously she shouldn't expect
much from this woman.

“Are you two having a fight?” Hermione asked gently after realizing that Amia was back to being
quiet.

She shrugged dimly, “No, not really. Just a disagreement. He can be really stubborn.”

Hermione quirked an eyebrow, “Oh. Is this friend a boyfriend?”

The dejected, gloomy look on Amia's face immediately turned into a wildly defensive frown,
“No! He's my best friend. I've known him since I was born!”

“Well he's obviously trying to make an attempt if he's writing you,” Hermione proposed
regardless.

Mia bit her lip and turned back to staring at the book laying on her desk. A flash of worry
struck Hermione when after a few silent moments she only shrugged. Maybe she'd overstepped her
bounds…

“If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here,” Hermione told her softly after another couple
seconds. She at least wanted to leave her with an uplifting note that she wasn't completely
alone.

However Amia wasn't so sworn to silence as Hermione figured. After a couple more silent
beats the girl sat up and shook her head, “He wants more than friendship and it's just making
things more complicated than necessary.”

“Ah… Best friend to boyfriend can be a difficult transition.”

Again, she shook her head, this time more vigorously, “I don't want him to be my boyfriend.
I mean, we've been friends for as long as I can remember. We've always been there for each
other. Risking our friendship doesn't seem worth it.”

“You're so convinced that it wouldn't work out?”

“Relationships come to an end,” Amia said in a voice full of determination. Her tone made
Hermione think she'd had to explain this before, “Especially when they start so young. It's
not realistic to think that we'd stay together. Eventually something would tear us apart.
I'd rather not risk losing him.”

“That's a reasonable concern. But, if my advice means anything, I would tell you that the
loss is better than the regret. If you're as good of friends as you say then you'll find a
way to always remain friends.” As she spoke, she couldn't help but wonder if everything she was
saying was a lie. After all, look at her relationship with Harry. Complete silence for pretty much
sixteen years. And now… well, Hermione had no idea where her and Harry's relationship was at
now. Acquaintances? Friends? Something more? If only something more was that easy…

*`But this is completely different,'* Hermione cut herself off, *'Mia and her
friend haven't gone through what Harry and I went through as kids. She's not pregnant with
this bloke's baby…'*

Amia seemed to really take in Hermione's words and was quiet for a few solid moments.
Eventually though, she seemed to give up and shrugged, “It's complicated.”

Hermione nodded understandingly, “I know a little about complicated. Consider what it would be
like before ruling anything out. You might be surprised with your own feelings…”

“I guess.”

“What's his name, if you don't mind me asking?”

“TJ. He's the boy next door.”

“And he's good to you?”

Again, Amia seemed to think hard on Hermione's question before nodding, “Yeah.”

“Then don't rule him out.”

She nodded quietly before clearing her throat and straightening up in her seat. Hermione could
tell as she looked up to her with a more content glimmer in her eyes that she was at least trying
to feel better.

“So what's on the agenda for today?” she asked.

Hermione grinned and stood up from behind her desk, “Well, I thought we'd continue on
with…”

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14. A Case in Motion
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 14: A Case In Motion**

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**[AN]** Sorry last chapter lacked its usual amount of length and spice. Got more of a
filling chapter in store for you today.

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Rose was quiet walking back from Ancient Runes, her last class of the day. She knew she had
patrols at 10 tonight but was wondering what else she could do to fill up her time. Of course, she
could study. After all O.W.L.s were only 8 months away and it was never too early to start
preparing. However, with all the time she'd been spending with Amia, she was starting to allow
herself time for things to just come up. Her schedule was definitely different now that she had a
steady friend and she didn't really mind that, seeing as her grades were still top notch.
Giving herself time for recreation had proven to be quite the good thing.

She was just coming upon the entrance to the staircase when she heard a chorus of voices coming
out from the dungeons. A 6th year Gryffindor boy caught her eye and made her stop. Mia
also had potions this hour- at least they could walk back together.

The search for her friend ended quickly. Rose was quick to spot Mia standing ahead of the other
students near the boys loo on the other side of the corridor. Truthfully, it was the person she was
standing with and talking animatedly to who she spotted first.

Rose froze as she watched Mia laugh at something Scorpius said. The two looked like comfortable
friends, especially him. It didn't seem to phase Scorpius Malfoy at all that he was talking to
a Gryffindor. That must of meant something special for Amia…

Rose didn't know how long she had been staring for, but it must've been long enough for
one of the last Slytherins making their way past to shout out a comment about her Weasley
heritage.

Rose didn't pay any attention to the rude girl, but the call did catch Mia's attention.
She jerked her head around Scorpius and grinned when she saw her friend standing by the edge of the
hall.

Rose, not even realizing that Amia was staring straight at her, jolted when the older girl waved
her over. However, when Scorpius turned around and looked at her with his steely blue,
knee-buckling eyes, she completely panicked.

In a flash, she spun on her heel and hooked a right into the room containing the grand
staircase. She jumped on it and ran up the stairs two at a time, too scared to look back.

…

Turns out, leaving time to hang out with Mia wasn't necessary after all. Once Rose had ran
the entire distance to her room and hid herself in her bed, her head buried under her pillow, for a
good hour, she had decided to simply resort to one of her original forms of time-filling.

Studying. Quietly, in the corner of the common room that had come to be her own since no one
ever went around it because she was always there… studying.

So naturally, the redhead didn't look up as the portrait hole opened and a random Gryffindor
walked in. When the random Gryffindor walked over and dropped her book bag on the table in front of
Rose, she jumped about a foot.

“What up Rose?” asked Mia, sitting down in the seat opposite her.

“Mia! Hi…”

She raised a concerned eyebrow, “Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.”

“No, it's okay,” Rose replied, shaking her head quickly, “I just wasn't paying
attention.”

“You alright?” Mia asked after observing the girl for a couple seconds.

“Yes. Why wouldn't I be?” Rose responded immediately.

Mia narrowed her eyes, “You've been acting kind of off today. What was up with you in the
corridor earlier?”

“Nothing. I just had to get to class.”

“Oh. You seemed like you were shocked or something and then you just ran away.”

“I didn't run away, I just didn't want to interrupt you with him.”

Amia's face contorted into a frown as she leaned back in her seat, “With him? You mean
Scorpius?”

“Yeah,” Rose nodded bleakly, looking back to her reading.

“But I waved you over. It's not like you would have been interrupting us.”

“Oh. Right.”

Rose didn't look up from her book and continued to act like she was reading. Amia didn't
buy the façade she was trying to put up one bit, but was confused why Rose wouldn't just tell
her if something was up. Why was she trying to hide something from her? After a couple minutes of
examining the younger girl, she could only come up with one conclusion.

And it definitely made sense.

“You like him, don't you?” Amia asked her with a small grin.

The fifth year's first reaction proved to Mia that her theory was correct. Rose snapped her
head up and slammed her book close. With wide eyes and a disgruntled expression, she started to
shake her head, “What?! I- No! I don't! He- he's…”

Amia folded her arms across her chest smugly, “Oh, so you really like him.”

“No! I…” The determined frown of denial on her face slowly faded. Suddenly, Rose was staring at
Amia, desperately anxious. She leaned forward, her tone now merely above a whisper, “Mia you
can't say anything about this. If anyone were to find out, then they'd tell someone else
and then eventually the whole school would know. If my family found out about that... They'd
probably disown me.”

Amia frowned in all seriousness, “I'm sure they'd get over it Rose.”

She shook her head sadly, “You don't understand. Weasley's and Malfoy's have been
enemies for decades. It's a big deal. My dad would murder me.”

“Rose that's bullshit,” Mia burst after frowning in disgust for a couple long seconds.
She'd never heard of a more unworthy prejudice. She couldn't believe that someone as
innocent as Rose was actually scared of such bullshit.

Rose shrugged, “It's just the way it is.”

“So just like that, you're not going to act on your feelings for someone because your family
is prejudice against a last name?”

“It's not that they're prejudice, it's just the Malfoy's have always been
followers of the dark. Weasley's stand for the light…” Rose tried explaining more
gently.

“I thought you didn't play into the whole Gryffindors are good and Slytherins are bad
thing?”

“I don't! It's just… It's complicated. Plus it's not like he likes me back. The
whole thing is pointless.”

“It's not pointless,” Mia said again with just as much conviction as before, “I think if you
like him you should talk to him. Regardless of what you think your Dad would say. You can't let
other people dictate your life Rose.”

Rose let her words sink in before shaking her head hopelessly, “I wouldn't even know how to
talk to him. Even though I don't believe in the House divide, I'm sure he's been taught
to live that way.”

“You'll never know if you don't talk to him,” Amia encouraged, “Plus, you saw me talking
to him. It wasn't a big deal then.”

This time, it was Rose who scoffed, “Yeah, but you're you and I'm me. I'm sure any
bloke would be eager to talk to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You're American and you're gorgeous, but overall interesting. On the other hand,
I'm quiet and I actually enjoy school, but mainly I'm just another ginger haired Weasley to
litter the halls of Hogwarts. I mean, you heard that Slytherin girl earlier.”

Amia frowned remembering what she'd heard someone shout about the Weasley's after
Potions. Obviously there was still evidence of a House divide, but that didn't mean she or Rose
had to fall for it.

“Anyone ever tell you that your self confidence sucks?”

She only shrugged, “It's the truth.”

“Wow. You're never going to get what you want with that attitude,” Mia said, shaking her
head.

“It's the only attitude I've ever had,” Rose returned with another helpless
shrug.

Amia narrowed her eyes in determination before shaking her head, “Not anymore. It's time to
spread your wings Rose Weasley.”

Rose frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Keep your schedule clear this weekend, okay?”

“Why? Mia?” Rose asked, growing even more confused as the California girl stood up and grabbed
her bag.

Mia shot Rose a sly grin, “I'll talk to you later,” she said before turning and hurrying
back out of the portrait hole.

…

After dinner, a good amount of Gryffindor house was lounging around the common room, finishing
homework, reading magazines, and talking to friends. Rose was writing out a draft of her Ancient
Runes essay on a couch in front of the fire while Mia was sprawled on the other side, her feet up
on the table and her eyes roaming around the cosy room.

After coming back from her secretive exit that afternoon, Rose had tried several times to ask
Amia what she was planning. Refusing to tell her anything every time she asked eventually brought a
lull to their conversation, leaving them in their current state of amicable silence.

As her eyes roamed, a bright coloured flyer lying underneath one of Rose's books caught
Amia's eyes.

“What's that?” she asked, nodding off in its direction.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Rose exclaimed, grabbing the flyer, “I need to post this on the bulletin
board.”

“Can I see?”

“Yeah.”

Amia took it from her and quietly read over the announcement. When she was done she looked up
with a questioning face, “Hogsmeade weekend? What's that?”

“All third years and up are allowed to head out to Hogsmeade for Saturday. Fifth years and up
are allowed to go Friday nights *and* Saturdays now,” Rose explained excitedly.

Mia nodded, turning back to the flyer, “Sounds pretty cool.”

“Yeah they're always good weekends. There's loads of good shops. The town is really
cool. I can't wait for the first weekend in a couple weeks.”

The way Rose spoke about it struck up an idea in Mia's mind. A slow grin started to form on
her face as she started to think about the idea.

“Rose!”

Both Rose and Amia turned to see Hugo, muddy and sweaty as all hell, tramping up to them. “Guess
what?” he asked, plopping down in between them, “I did great at practice! Totally wowed James!”

“Awesome…” Rose muttered, lifting her eyebrows, totally unimpressed.

Her look and tone didn't phase her brother, “And guess what! Today when James released the
bludgers for the scrimmage, one of `em zoomed right at me! I thought it was confounded because it
really had it out for me, but I saddled up and slammed that bugger to the other side of the pitch!
It never had a chance!”

“Again, awesome.”

Hugo scoffed, “Where's mum? I'd rather talk to someone who can be happy for me right
now.”

Rose rolled her eyes, “I don't know, but speaking of Mum, we need to talk about what to get
her for her birthday. It's this Saturday, remember?”

“I remember,” Hugo said, clearly offended that his sister had implied differently.

“Well what are you thinking about getting her? I was going to write a letter to Nana to see if
she'll send the gifts to us.”

Hugo thought long and hard for a couple seconds, “Um, we could get her some ear rings or
something…”

Rose frowned, “Her ears aren't pierced.”

“Or, well what about a book? She'd like that.”

“We got her books last year…”

“Well I don't know! Why am I the only one coming up with ideas?”

Rose glared at him, “You're so juvenile Hugo.”

“Better than shrewd and stuck up!”

“I'm not stuck up!”

Amia sat there not really listening to the two siblings squabble. Her thoughts had shifted
courses after hearing about Hermione's upcoming birthday. She hadn't told Amia in class
that she was about to have a birthday… maybe it had slipped her professor's mind. Nevertheless,
now that she knew, it only seemed right to get her something. After all, Hermione had done a lot
for her before they had even really gotten to know each other. She'd put her neck on the line a
couple times for her, so a birthday present was definitely a good way to show her her thanks.

Rose and Hugo continued to fight while Amia was bombarded with ideas over what to get their
mother.

…

Harry sighed as he watched the Head Auror answer questions from reporters from behind a window
in the press room. He was at a complete lost over this new case. Just as they were beginning to get
more and more confused about Martin McQue's case, who had no improvement in his condition at
the hospital, another incident happened. This time it was Paul Simon who had his magic drained. It
was a similar fashion as before; Paul, a very reputable wizard within the Magical Cooperation
department had just gotten home from work when it appears someone came through the back door and
took him out from behind. At St. Mungo's they estimated about 90% of his magic was gone.

But how this magic was taken, where, and why were the remaining mystery that the aurors were
going crazy trying to solve. No one had any idea of any possibilities, and until the victims woke
up or a culprit was caught, it was likely to stay that way.

Naturally, in the meantime when the Daily Prophet got hold of the news, press started flooding
the ministry. It was now an open riot in the news room Harry was looking into, and for good reason.
This was the first serious incident where the authorities had no leads on anything in about
seventeen years. The press would automatically jump on it. Harry just felt bad for his Head of
Department, Gawain Robards, the bloke responsible for dealing with that open riot.

“Hello Harry.”

Harry turned around in surprise- he thought he had been alone in the observation room. However,
his surprise turned into a smile when he saw Luna Lovegood standing next to him. Even at 35, she
looked as dreamy and innocent as she did 20 years ago. He came forward to give his old friend a
hug.

“Luna! It's good to see you.”

“You as well. You're looking refreshed. You're spirit is a lot more optimistic,” Luna
noted, stepping back to observe him in full.

Harry too looked down at himself with a miffed expression, “Er, thanks. You here for the
Quibbler? The press conference is in there, you know.”

“I know. I thought I'd come see you instead.”

“Oh?” Harry asked, raising his eyebrows. Even though Luna had taken over her father's
position as lead reporter at the Quibbler, she never called upon her friendship with Harry to get
any special favours. He wondered if today would be the first to break that tradition.

“Yes. What are you doing about these cases, Harry?”

Harry noticed that she hadn't even picked up the notepad she was holding to indicate that
she'd be taking any notes. Wondering if she was asking just for her own knowledge, he started
to slowly answer, “Well… we're searching the crime scenes and the surrounding areas. Looking
for any signs of a duplication; anything that would indicate the same person was at both homes.
Then of course we have healers monitoring the victims at St. Mungo's. We're hoping that
they'll wake up soon so we can start to question them. See if they have any of the same enemies
or if there's any connections there. Also we're cross-referencing their signatures with
other cases to see if anyone's been able to utilize their magic… even though that'd be
impossible. Really, that step is just to assure the public that we're doing everything we can.
I don't agree to it-”

“Why not?”

Harry gave Luna a strange look, “Because it's a waste of time. Their magic can't be
reused.”

“I'm confused,” Luna said, her eyes wide with the mysticism of her thoughts, “I thought you
knew that the magic was stolen.”

“Stolen?” Harry repeated.

“Yes. Why else do you think it's happen twice? This criminal is trying to stockpile it.”

“Luna,” Harry said, shaking his head unbelievingly, “Magic can't be stolen. It just
can't be.”

“You think that way because it's never been done before. And why would it need to be? If
every wizard and witch had their own magic to manipulate? But this case is different, Harry.
Someone is stealing magic- powerful magic- and if they've done it twice, my guess is that
they'll do it again.”

Harry stood there completely aghast with Luna's theory. On one hand, it was completely
crazy. All throughout school they had taught them that one wizard's signature was his own and
only his own. Two signatures couldn't be mixed. Before this, Harry had put his faith in that.
But now… what if Luna was right? What if whoever was doing this had found a loophole in that
theory? Or what if they were doing this not for the purpose of reusing it themselves… what if they
were trying to create something with it? Like a weapon?

“But… Magic is as powerful as the witch or wizard makes it-”

“And when you got a bit of Tom Riddle's magic put in you, that made you a complete
nibbimbley head at magic, did it?”

Harry was silenced again. No one had said that name in front of him in over sixteen years. The
rush of cold that ran up his spine was only a faint reminder of his past. Unknowingly, his hand
raised and he brushed his fingertips over the old scar that used to control so much of his life as
a child.

What was most chilling of all was that she was right. Yes, he had inherited good magical blood
through his father's Peverell ancestry. But he also had certain advantages that were privy to
Riddle's horcrux.

But who could be in the stealing magic business and where it even came from was beyond him. How
could you even steal someone's magic? Or leave no traces of your own while doing so?

“I see you have a lot of work to get to, so I'll leave you to it. It was good seeing you
Harry. I hope you remain optimistic.”

Too enamoured with confusion and questions, Harry couldn't even move to wave back as the
blonde waved at him before elegantly sliding out of the small room.

…

Mia really wish she had her favourite ray bans to put on to guard her from the shining
California sun. She'd missed it dreadfully- living somewhere in the north of the UK really
didn't mean a lot of direct sunlight- but right now it was definitely a bit much, giving the
fact she'd just apparated from a place where it was completely dark out.

Shielding her eyes, and trying to be as stealth as possible, she jumped out from the nook that
the infinity pool in their backyard provided, and climbed up onto the pool deck of her house. She
knew her mother was probably still asleep and her sister should've been at school, but it was
the neighbours seeing her that worried her most. Because of that she ran across the grass as fast
as she could to the pool house. As soon as she had made it, she pulled out her wand and tapped it
against the door handle. The lock clicked and the door popped open, letting Mia slip inside.

She let out a sigh of relief as soon as she was inside. Her relief was immediately washed over
with nostalgia as she opened her eyes and took in her room which she hadn't been in in a few
weeks.

Everything was just the way she left it (thanks to the charm she'd put on her door). Her bed
was still a little messy and unkempt, just the way she liked it, a couple of her favourite books
were still propped open, and even the CD drawer on her stereo was still open. It was almost like
she had never left- which was exactly what she'd hoped to feel when she finally came home.

She was smiling by the time she'd made her rounds with the room. There was only one last
place to refresh herself of: her picture board. Slowly, she walked over to her bed and glanced at
the pictures pinned above it. They were a collection of pictures from throughout her childhood up
until last summer. A lot of them were of her and Alex. But a good amount of them also had TJ in
them. She bit her lip as she reached for one of the pictures pinned showing its backside. When she
turned it over, she saw the face that had been clouding her mind for the past two days.

It was her favourite picture of them. They were sitting on the beach, with his blanket wrapped
around them after one of the first nights they had finally kissed. His wild black hair and gray
eyes contrasted perfectly to her honey coloured hair and intense green ones. People had always told
them they had looked like a perfect couple. Just remembering how safe she felt in his pictured
embrace made her question her current attitude towards their status.

But she felt good knowing she'd at least explained herself better in the response to
TJ's letter. At least she had written him back. She'd probably beaten her owl here, come to
think about it. Still biting her lip, she walked over to her window and peered out to the upper
level of the house next door. She could just go talk to him- he was just right there…

No. She wasn't back to this god awful household for her own sake- she was here on a mission.
A Hermione mission.

She slipped the picture into her back pocket before turning around and going over to her
jewellery box. She opened it and smiled faintly as the music started to play- it had been one of
many of the great gifts she received from her father before he took off. It didn't take her
long to pick out what she was looking for since she could spot the emblem a mile away. It was even
red and gold to match the house colour she and her kids were in. She pulled the necklace out and
let it dangle in front of her so she could admire it appropriately.

Amia had been given her St. Christopher's necklace a long time ago, before she first took up
swimming in the ocean. St. Christopher was a muggle patriarch that represented courage. It is said
that if you wear the necklace, you will also gain the courage of St. Christopher and protection
from him whenever in deep waters.

Right now, she couldn't think of a more courageous person than her Transfiguration
professor. Hopefully she would like her birthday gift.

Mia didn't linger long in her room. She pretty much closed her jewellery box and headed
straight for the door. She didn't hurry across the lawn to the nook by the pool like earlier,
figuring there was no need to now since her mission was completed. But oh boy, had she been
wrong.

Amia was walking innocently when suddenly a firm hand clamped down on her shoulder and spun her
around.

“What the *hell* do you think you're doing here, young lady?” asked Kirsten Cooper in a
very strained and clipped tone. Her glowing skin and perfectly shaped and coloured hair made it
seem like she had just gotten back from the spa. It was quite comical to see it twisted into such
an angry expression.

Mia didn't feel like laughing at that moment though. She shrugged out of her mother's
iron clad grip, “This is my house too in case you've forgotten.”

“You're supposed to be at school! What the hell are you doing in Newport Beach?!”

This time Mia did grin for her mother's benefit, “It's not school hours in England
anymore.”

“What the *hell* is that supposed to mean?” Kirsten screeched, growing more and more
impatient.

“Exactly what it means. Now if you'll excuse me…”

“You've been kicked out again, haven't you?” Kirsten burst, stopping Mia from
leaving.

Amia rolled her eyes, “Wouldn't that just be a dream come true.”

Kirsten scoffed, “I knew sending you to that place wasn't going to do you any good. That man
assured me it was a good school, but I knew right from the start that it wouldn't sort you out.
You couldn't excel at anything even if you wanted to. If one school rejects you the others
would be bound to follow- I always knew it. You think you can use your tricks and scheming to get
you out of anything!”

Amia stood there silently staring into her mother's fuming eyes. And this was exactly why
she wanted nothing to do with her family. Because her family really wanted nothing to do with
her.

“You have food in your teeth,” Amia muttered before disapparating right in front of Kirsten.

A second or two passed.

She blinked once before swiping her tongue repeatedly over her teeth.

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15. Strength For Your Courage
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 15: Strength for Your Courage**

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**[AN]** A longer chapter today, to make up for my absence.

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Hermione looked up from her desk after hearing a fast knock on her door. She sighed and set her
grading quill down, wondering who could be up this early on a Saturday. She started for her
classroom door, her brows knitted together in curiosity.

Once she reached the door, she heard voices arguing lightly on the other side. She paused before
throwing the door open in front of her.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Hermione couldn't fight the enormous grin that spread over her face as she looked down at
Rose and Hugo. Rose was holding a perfectly wrapped parcel and a small bag while Hugo was clinging
on for dear life to a chocolate cake with the message 'Happy Birthday' written in what
looked like several different flavours of Bertie Bott's every flavoured beans.

“You guys! What is this?”

“Are you surprised?” Hugo asked, taking a step forward.

“Definitely surprised. Did you make that yourself?”

“Well… no… but the Bertie Bott's were my idea!” he said with renewed enthusiasm as he shoved
the cake into his mother's arms. Rose had been berating him the entire trip down to their
mother's office not to drop the cake. Hugo didn't like the pressure, especially when it had
to do with such a fine piece of food as a birthday cake. Now at least if it were to be dropped,
it'd be his mother's fault and not his.

“This is great, I love it. Thank you.”

Hugo gave his sister a smug look but Rose only rolled her eyes. She held up the small box and
bag she was carrying, “We brought presents too.”

“And presents!”

“Yep- we went all out Mum,” Hugo said, grinning in a way that reminded her very much of Ron when
he was a first year.

Hermione returned his grin with slightly trembling lips, “You shouldn't have
sweetheart…”

Over the past couple weeks, she'd been so busy and preoccupied with all things concerning
Amia that she'd barely had any time left to pay attention to Rose or Hugo, or even herself. Her
birthday came as a shock yesterday when she'd check the date to assign homework for her
3rd years. The eighteenth of September had definitely crept up on her, leaving Hermione
feeling silly for almost forgetting. She hadn't even thought of other people realizing when she
so clearly hadn't.

But looking down into her children's eyes now, both up early on a Saturday, intent on
spending their weekend with *her*, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Even
though she had acted a step away from neglectful to her two kids these past couple weeks, they were
still willing to be here for her on her birthday. And them being right in front of her made her
realize how badly she didn't want to miss a golden opportunity to spend time with them. The
papers she had been meaning to grade for the past week could wait.

“But since you're here, come on in.” Hermione couldn't stop smiling as she ushered her
two kids inside and closed the door behind them. With an excited air pulsing through all three of
them, they made their way into Hermione's quarters and took up seats on her bed. Hermione set
the cake down on her bedside table before climbing onto the bed to join Rose and Hugo.

“Open mine first Mum!” Hugo said, grabbing the bag from Rose and again shoving it into his
mother's hands.

Hermione smiled in anticipation as she reached into the bag. She pushed past the tissue paper
and her eyes lit up as her fingers brushed against a soft cotton material. She pulled out a long,
thick scarf with the majestic Gryffindor maroon and gold emblazoned into the material. `GRYFFINDOR
QUIDDITCH' was written over the length of the scarf. Hermione looked up and grinned at her
son.

“Finally something about quidditch I like.”

Hugo was all smiles. “I told you she would like mine,” he said nudging Rose.

“I never said she wouldn't,” Rose muttered as she passed her present over to her mother. She
was less anxious and more nervous as Hermione began to tentatively tear into the gold wrapping
paper. Her present wasn't anything original, but she hoped her mum liked it all the same.

Hermione smiled up at her daughter as she finally opened the box. Nestled inside was a thin
silver wrist watch. It wasn't anything elaborate or fancy, but that's exactly why she liked
it.

“This is great Rose. I need a new watch!”

“Really?” Rose asked unsurely.

“Yeah, it's perfect. Here, help me put it on,” she said as she gently pried it out of its
box. Rose did as her mother asked and clasped the watch around her wrist, happy that she had picked
out a good gift.

“I love both of my presents. Honestly, they're amazing. Both things I will eagerly use. And
eat,” she added, looking over to her birthday cake.

“Well we wanted to make this the best birthday. We know you've been kind of sad with
everything-”

“Hugo!” Hermione exclaimed, interrupting her son mid-sentence.

“What?”

“You think I've been sad?”

Hugo shrugged, “Well yeah. I mean, you're here now and Dad's at home, and Rosie's
getting old and I'm becoming a man… it's bound to be hard on you.”

Hermione paused for a moment. To hear her kids' conclusion that she was sad because Ron
*wasn't* around was like rubbing salt in her already blazing wounds. How was she ever
going to tell them about the divorce when *that* was their mentality? She could feel both
Hugo's and Rose's studious stares and decided that now was not the best time to be thinking
about that. Instead, she let a smile appear over her lips, “You're right,” she acquiesced,
“Watching my maturing boy and old woman growing up… it's rough.”

Hugo grinned as Hermione chucked him under the chin with her finger. “See,” he shot back at Rose
triumphantly.

Hermione laughed at the look on Rose's face, “But having you two here makes me much, much
happier.”

Before Rose or Hugo could react, Hermione pulled them both forward in a tight hug. She started
pecking Hugo on the cheek repeatedly.

“Aw, Mum! Rose, get'eroff! Get'eroff!”

Rose and Hermione both laughed as Hugo broke free from his mother's grip.

“I'm sorry love. I just can't help myself sometimes. You're so cute,” Hermione
laughed, pinching one of his flaming red cheeks.

He quickly pushed her hand away, “Ugh, gross.”

“Would perhaps a small slice of my birthday cake make you feel better?” Hermione hedged, still
on the verge of laughter.

Hugo contemplated only for a moment, “Yes…”

“Hmm… I have to decide first if it's worth sharing. It looks soo good…”

“Mum…” Hugo groaned, also looking down to the birthday cake that James had graciously brought up
from the kitchens late last night.

Hermione started chuckling lightly to herself again as she got up and headed over to retrieve
some dishware she kept in a cabinet off in the corner of her room. While Hugo was busy salivating
over the cake, Rose slipped off the bed and went to join her mum.

“Have you heard from Dad?” she asked quietly, helping Hermione take out three plates.

Hermione glanced at her before shaking her head, “No.”

“We sent him a letter telling him to come… but he didn't respond.”

Hermione couldn't help but think seeing Ron was the last thing she wanted. “Maybe there was
some trouble delivering the letter.”

“*You* haven't talked to him though?”

“I just said no Rose.”

“Oh… I just thought you guys would be keeping contact…”

“We do, baby. But you know your dad, he's just been really busy with work. It's an
important time for the team.”

Rose frowned. She understood how her dad was with work, but he never had trouble missing their
important days for it. “But it's your birthday.”

Hermione gave her a comforting look as they started walking back towards the bed, dishes in
hand, “Rose, it's okay. It's still early- maybe he just hasn't left yet. And plus, we
need time to get rid of this cake before he shows up…” Hermione trailed off, giving Hugo a
conspiring look, “You know if he gets here and this magnificent cake is just sitting here,
he'll inhale it in one bite. We can't let that happen, now can we?”

Hugo nodded immediately, “That is such a good point, Mum. I think we should start now.”

“Hugo's catching on.” Hermione said, giving her son a wink as she handed him a fork. She
turned around and held up one for Rose.

“And you?”

Rose sighed as she shifted the plates to one arm and reached out with her other, “Sure,” she
muttered, taking the fork.

Hermione touched her cheek, “That's my girl.”

Rose watched her mum as she turned around and started to cut up the cake with her brother
standing close behind her, laughing and joking with her. She couldn't help but become more
curious with her behaviour as of late. When they first arrived at Hogwarts, she was dead set on
believing that her mum was having trouble adjusting and was acting so distracted because she missed
her father. But now, she seemed perfectly happy. And though Rose was glad to see her mum acting
happy again, she couldn't help but think it was a bad sign since she was away from everything
that did make her happy- everything, being her father. How could she be this happy now, but
she'd never seen her this happy around her dad? For the longest time Rose had just wanted her
parents to resolve their issues so that they could be happy… but maybe they had resolved their
issues in a different way than Rose had hoped for.

…

“I can't believe you just did that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I can't believe you just got me out of detention. Single-handedly, too.”

Amia shrugged but shot a grin at Scorpius nonetheless, “Professor Longbottom really likes me.
I'm not sure why- I'm shit at herbology.”

Scorpius laughed as they turned down a corridor. It was getting late on that Saturday afternoon
so the halls were pretty empty, all of the students being busy elsewhere. “So what'd you pull
me out for anyway?” Scorpius asked Mia.

Mia bit her lip as they continued walking in no particular direction. She hadn't meant to
pull Scorpius out of detention to take him somewhere, she just needed to have a few words with
him.

“I have a favour to ask. Well, it's not really a favour seeing as I'll be doing you the
favour in the end. It's more of an invitation.”

“An invitation?” Scorpius asked, his interests peaked.

“Yeah.”

“For what?”

“Hogsmeade. Tonight. Bring a friend because I am too and I'd hate to be a third wheel.”

“Bring a friend?” the young Malfoy repeated, glancing at Amia with a coy smile, “What is going
on? And how are we going to go to Hogsmeade if it's not a school trip?”

“You leave all the worrying up to me and just invite a friend for tonight. Not one of your
snobby ones either,” Mia clarified, giving him a teasing look.

Scorpius scoffed, “I don't have snobby friends.”

Mia rolled her eyes, “My mistake. Bring a friend that doesn't believe in bullshit and
won't have a problem hanging out with an American Gryffindor.”

“I can do that. Which friend are you bringing?” Scorpius questioned after realizing he
hadn't asked.

Amia paused for a second. She knew breaking *this* news to him was going to take a lot of
convincing on her part. So she decided to start out with the pluses, only a little evasive, “Short.
Fifth year. Red hair, has a cute little nose.”

Scorpius stopped dead in his tracks, “I'm not going.”

Mia fixed him with her most charming smile, “Please?”

“No.”

“Come on, do it for me.”

“I don't fancy being glared at all night,” Scorpius argued, still shaking his head.

Mia sighed, “She doesn't glare at you- Rose is the sweetest girl on the entire planet. Her
eyes are incapable of glaring.”

Scorpius sent her an unbelieving look as Amia rethought that theory on her own. She bit her lip,
“Well she won't be glaring at you. Promise.”

“Does she know a Malfoy will be joining you on your illegal escapade to Hogsmeade?” he asked,
deciding to turn the tables on her.

Mia rolled her eyes flippantly, “A little surprise will do her good in life.”

“She's going to take one look at me and leave.”

“How do you know?”

“That's how that girl always acts around me.”

“Look, whatever you think you know about my friend, forget it,” Amia said, the persuasion
radiating out of her, “Once you properly meet her you'll see how cool she is.”

This time it was Scorpius who rolled his eyes, “Sure she's cool,” he muttered
sarcastically.

“Watch it buddy,” Mia warned with a raised eyebrow.

Scorpius let out a sigh, giving Mia her signal of victory. “Alright, I'll promise to
behave,” the Slytherin muttered lowly.

Amia smiled vibrantly, triumph encasing her every emotion, “Good. See you tonight then.”

“See ya.”

…

Harry heard the telltale crack of another broken quill resonate in his quiet office. With a
frustrated sigh, he threw his quill into the rubbish can next to him, not bothering to watch as it
landed on the small stack of already fallen soldiers.

Silently, he reached into his drawer and mechanically withdrew another large eagle-feathered
quill. They had been a gift from Ginny on his birthday, but now he was using them for another
birthday's purpose.

He gently dipped the quill in some ink before placing it down on the piece of parchment before
him. His brows furrowed together as he thought desperately of what to write. He glanced back to the
words he'd already managed.

`*Dear Hermione,*

*Happy Birthday.'*

He closed his eyes and began scanning his brain of things to say that would neither mention nor
ignore the things left unsaid between them.

*`I want to see more of you.'*

*`I can't stop thinking about you.'*

*`I don't want to be with Ginny anymore.'*

No, none of those would do. He could talk about how stressed he's been at work, but he
didn't want to burden Hermione with the trance cases and technically, he wasn't supposed to
tell any civilians. But if he couldn't talk about work, and he couldn't talk about how he
really was feeling, then what was their left to talk about?

*CRACK*

Harry winced before angrily slinging the broken quill at the rubbish can. Had his grip really
been that hard? Bloody hell, why was writing a letter to his best friend so difficult?

Because it was a letter to his *best friend* on her *birthday*. He immediately
crumpled up the piece of parchment as soon as the thought had hit him. The letter had been such a
stupid idea. What he really wanted to do was get her a gift and take it to her today, but he still
wasn't sure what was appropriate and what wasn't between them. Were they on a gift-giving
level?

His uncertainty had resulted in him being locked up in his office all day so far, trying to come
up with ideas that would adequately express his wish for her to have a happy birthday. In short, he
was going crazy as thoughts of her last birthday that they'd spent together kept cropping up
into his head. Her nineteenth. It was the remembrance of this memory that was really doing him
in.

*

*“Nothing like good ice cream on a cold night,” Hermione said after taking a lick from her
cone.*

*Harry grinned as he let them into their new flat. They had just returned from their first
walk around the park across the street, “All you're going to be doing is laying around this
place eating ice cream all day. You've got a rough road ahead of you.”*

*“Hey!” Hermione cried out in indignation, “That's not all I'll be doing… I'll
probably get into watching some telly while I'm eating ice cream.”*

*Harry smirked, “I can tell already this ice cream phase is going to get out of hand. I might
have to limit your cartons.”*

*“You're going to ration my ice cream?” Hermione asked, narrowing her eyes as they walked
into the kitchen.*

*Harry quirked an eyebrow at her, “Maybe.”*

*“You wouldn't dare.”*

*A light glinted in his eyes before he started in on her. Not realizing what she was doing,
Hermione slowly backed up into the wall as Harry came up to her, “What makes you think I
wouldn't?”*

*“I don't think you're capable of such evil,” she replied, though quickly getting lost
in his glinting eyes.*

*“Really?” Harry asked lowly, his mouth barely a few inches from hers.*

*Hermione could barely nod, too busy getting ready for the kiss that she figured was about to
happen, “Yeah, really.”*

*Harry made a sound in the back of his throat before glancing down to her ice cream. He took
one look at her before leaning in and taking a fast bite.*

*“Harry Potter, you prat!” Hermione yelled.*

*Harry laughed loudly while Hermione glared and pushed him away. “I can't believe you did
that,” she said, still glaring.*

*“What, do you want it back?” Harry smirked, taking a step closer again.*

*“Yes!”*

*“Alright.” Before Hermione could let out another angry huff, Harry's lips were on hers.
Hermione opened her mouth for him and felt her spine prickle as Harry's tongue gently grazed
over hers. Hermione dropped her ice cream cone, bringing her hand up to infuse in Harry's wild
hair as their snogging intensified.*

*“The bedroom is already made up just so you know…” Harry mumbled in between a kiss.*

*“It is?” Hermione breathed back.*

*Harry nodded. His hands grazed down and dipped under the hem of her shirt before slowly
rising up her smooth abdomen. Suddenly he stopped. “Is this okay?” he asked with a concerned look,
“Like, it's not going to mess anything up, right?”*

*Harry's heart beat in relief as Hermione quickly shook her head, “No. No, this is…
good…”*

*“Good,” Harry muttered before leaning back into her lips. They snogged for a few more moments
before Harry reached down and carefully lifted Hermione off her feet. He brought her out from the
kitchen and carried her down the hallway leading to their bedroom, the only room in the house that
Harry had taken the time to furnish.*

*He set her down gently in the middle of the king sized bed before crawling on top to join
her. His hands resumed their spot underneath her top, grazing over her stomach while her hands
busied themselves with doing them same to him. Within the next breath, both of their shirts were
lifted over their heads and thrown carelessly somewhere in the room.*

*Harry, feeling too impatient already, banished their jeans, leaving them only in their
underwear before going back to her mouth. He put a little bit of his weight on her, knowing that
she liked it, but not letting himself rest because he wasn't sure if that would be good for the
baby or not. Though, all rational thoughts went out the window as Hermione arched her back, pushing
her waist into his. Harry let out a muffled groan in her mouth, causing her to suck harder on his
lower lip before diving her tongue deep into him.*

*Harry felt something spark within him as he moved his hands down to push at her knickers.
Hermione kicked them off before settling down so that Harry could finally move in on top of her.
She let her hand flit over his hardening bulge once, giving a gentle squeeze, before trailing them
both up over his back.*

*By that time, Harry was finding it difficult to keep pulling in steady, even breaths. He put
his head in between her neck and shoulder and let his mouth suck lightly on the salty sweet skin
he'd found there, as one hand deftly moved over and sunk a finger into her.*

*Hermione let out a gasp but closed her eyes and relaxed as Harry started to ready her. His
mouth found its way to hers right as he pushed his boxers below his waist and came over Hermione
hungrily.*

*Hermione's eyes rolled back as Harry moved inside her. Back and forth, back and forth.
They were both finding it difficult to not lose control. Hermione's nails dug into his back and
her eyes rolled back into her head as Harry continued to pump into her with a vigour she wasn't
used to. Harry let out a throaty groan as he continued his steadfast pace.*

*Before long, they were both reaching their climaxes and eventually they found themselves
tangled up on their new bed.*

*Harry kissed the side of her head as he pulled her into his chest, “Happy Birthday
`Mione.”*

*Hermione let a cheeky grin spread over her exhausted mouth, “Best birthday ever…” she mumbled
sleepily.*

*Harry kissed her again, “I'm going to make every birthday from this point on the best for
you- I promise.”*

*“Can't wait,” was Hermione's reply.*

***

Harry scrubbed his hands over his face as he straightened up in his chair. Yes, the letter had
indeed been a shit idea. But now, especially after such a vivid flashback, he couldn't help the
burning desire to go to her, despite all of his uncertainties before. Even if it was only to say
happy birthday, he needed to see her. He couldn't help it; he just *had* to see her.”

…

Hermione turned amongst the rows of desks as she heard a slight knock before the sound of her
classroom door opening. She briefly wondered if Rose or Hugo had left something here but
surprisingly enough found Amia shutting the door and turning to look at her. She grinned, “Hey Mia.
You alright?”

“Yeah. Just wanted to stop by and say happy birthday,” Mia said, coming forward.

Hermione let a surprised, but flattered smile rise on her face, “Thank you. I hope Rose
didn't reveal my real age to you…”

She shrugged, “Thirty-six isn't that old. Thirty-seven- now *that's* old.”

Hermione glared playfully as Amia laughed and pulled out a small box from the pocket of her
hoodie.

“Very funny,” Hermione grumbled, her eyes now on the box, “What's that?”

“Your present.”

“You got me a present?”

Mia nodded and handed the box to her, “It is your birthday. Go on, open it.”

“Mia…” Hermione breathed as she tore the wrapping paper off and opened the small box. She pulled
out a long gold chain and couldn`t stop her moth from falling open as she stared at the shining
little medallion at the end, reflecting beautiful crimson and gold colours.

“It's a St. Christopher necklace,” Amia explained as Hermione brought the charm up for
closer inspection, “Supposed to give someone strength and safety in return for their courage. My
Dad gave it to me when I was little, before I started swimming in the ocean on my own.”

“You're giving this to me?” Hermione asked quietly, knowing exactly what Mia figured she
needed it for.

“Yeah- figured you could use it.”

Hermione didn't think twice before pulling the girl into a tight hug. She was so thoughtful
and sweet… just like her father.

“It's beautiful. Thank you,” she said, kissing her cheek before pulling away.

Amia smiled, “Your welcome. It's kept me safe up until now so I'm pretty sure it
works.”

“Prone to danger, are we?” Hermione asked wryly, lifting an eyebrow.

Amia tweaked an eyebrow herself, “Danger is my middle name.”

“Shea is your middle name.”

“Shea's Irish for danger.”

Hermione gave her a watery look to go along with her soft smile, “No it's not.”

“Do you know everything? I'm starting to think you do,” Mia joked.

Hermione shook her head, “No, not everything. I don't have the wherewithal for
everything.”

Amia grinned, “You got any birthday celebrations planned for tonight?”

“No. I started getting boring once I turned thirty,” Hermione replied, again shaking her
head.

“Well supposedly forty is the new twenty, so I guess that makes you like eighteen.”

“Eighteen,” Hermione repeated, letting her mind reminisce for a few moments, “now *that*
was a good year. What about you- any parties I should know to break up later?”

Amia faked a sigh, “Hermione if you want to come to one of my parties, just say so.”

“So bad it hurts.”

Mia laughed, “Alright, next time there's a party I'll make sure to throw an invitation
your way. Tonight though, I think we just have a quiet night planned. I'm pretty sure Rose
wants to try and teach me some History of Magic lessons which means I'm going to bed
early.”

“Oooh, History of Magic. Don't let her corner you because she'll be talking all
night.”

Mia raised an eyebrow, “I know she gets it from you.”

“Yeah…” Hermione admitted guiltily, “unfortunately my friends never got the warning I'm now
giving you.”

“That's my cue to go take a sleeping draught. You'll be alright tonight?”

Hermione looked at her with soft eyes, “I'll be fine.”

“Okay. Happy Birthday, Hermione. I hope it'll been a memorable one.”

“Thank you Mia,” Hermione said in an almost whisper as the girl smiled one last time before
taking her exit.

Hermione looked back down at the necklace as Amia left. It was nothing less of beautiful that
Amia came to wish her a happy birthday, and to give her a present like this was exceptionally nice.
All she could've ever asked for on her birthday was to spend time with her children, and
because of Amia's thoughtfulness, she had now done that. Just like icing on the cake. Hermione
wondered if the girl truly had any idea how much of an impact she had on her.

…

“No one's here Rose. You can come out now.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we should wait a few more minutes just in case.”

Amia rolled her eyes impatiently and looked up the dark spiral staircase leading to the
girls' dorms one more time, “Rose, nobody has gone in or out in the past ten minutes.
Everyone's already gone off to bed. Now come out, or I'm getting you out of this common
room with force.”

A sceptical sound resonated from the top of the staircase, “If everyone's already gone off
to bed, then maybe we should too-”

“Rose!”

“Fine…”

It was a few moments before Amia could here footfalls on the stairs. Slowly, Rose descended the
steps in a short dress and flats. It was nothing too posh, but nothing Rose had ever worn
before.

Mia grinned, smoothing down a strap of her own short dress, “Very nice. Now we only have seven
more floors to go. Come on.”

“Amia where are we going?” Rose practically moaned as Amia headed over to the portrait hole.

“I told you, it's a surprise,” she answered simply.

“Okay, but where are we going in this school that would require dresses like these?”

“Again, it's a surprise and stop pulling it down!”

“This was a bad idea,” Rose muttered as the stepped out into the chilly corridor.

Mia shot her a grin, “You have little faith Rose Weasley.”

“And it's already so late! If we get caught we're both screwed! I could lose my
prefect-”

Amia suddenly spun around and pressed a finger to her lips, “You're not losing anything
because we're not getting caught. Now calm down and accept the fact that you are coming with me
and having a great time tonight. Alright? Chill.”

Rose took a deep breath before nodding, “Fine. Chill.”

“Chill is your mantra- now let's go! People are waiting on us.”

“Other people are coming?!”

…

About five minutes later, they had successfully made it down to the Great Hall. Amia could see
the boys sitting down the hall. She chanced a glance over her shoulder to see how her friend was
doing trailing shyly behind her.

“Remember, chill out,” she advised.

Rose nodded anxiously, “Chill, chill, chill, chill…”

“Hey boys,” Mia greeted, finally coming up to them, “Don't you both look quite snazzy.” Rose
peered out from Mia's shoulders but could only see one of the two boys Amia was talking to. Her
eyes bulged as she recognized the one boy as a Slytherin.

“Snazzy?” repeated the tall, tan boy. His voice had traces of an accent, “Is that some American
term or a Gryffindor term that I've never heard or cared to have heard before?”

“It's American but given the likes of you I can see why you've never heard of it before.
Honestly, take the compliment.”

The boy grinned, “Sassy. They teach you that one over there too?”

“I'm pretty sure it originated right here,” Amia said, tapping her head lightly.

Two boys laughed in response. Rose was starting to get confused over where the other person was,
why they were meeting up with Slytherins, and still the all-mysterious `where are we going'.
Her eyes snapped up to watch Mia though as the older girl turned to look at an inlet on the right
of the corridor.

“Alright?”

“Alright,” came a voice from the stairs. Rose drew in a sharp breath as Scorpius Malfoy stepped
down into the hallway.

Mia grinned, “Good. Introductions then, Scorpius meet Rose. Rose this is Scorpius.”

His gray, stormy eyes flittered over to her brown ones, glowing with nerves. It was a couple
seconds before he nodded at her, “Nice to meet you.”

“Abublahboo…”

Amia sighed, shooting Rose an exasperated look while Scorpius looked at her with a kind of
affronted expression. Rose's cheeks flared as she tore her eyes away from the both of them.

“Right, and that's Lorenzo,” Amia finished nodding off to the other boy. She gave him the
sweetest fake smile she could muster, “He's Italian and he thinks he's the greatest person
in this world.”

Lorenzo smirked, “You're catching on.”

“'Think' being the operating word Mr. Italy.”

“So how are we going?” Scorpius asked, bringing the group back to the task at hand.

“I know a short-cut,” Mia said, motioning for them all to follow her.

Lorenzo smirked again as they started walking, “You've been at this school a couple weeks
and you think you know a short-cut? I'm going to enjoy this…”

“And I'm going to enjoy making you eat your words. Shall we?” Mia asked sweetly, starting
her ascent up the grand staircase.

Lorenzo followed her on and came up to her side to continue their conversation. Rose and
Scorpius moved to step on the stairs at the same time, causing them to bump sides. They both
stiffened and withdrew their footing.

“Sorry,” Rose mumbled, looking down to her flats. Scorpius motioned for her to go but she shook
her head, “Oh no, you go first.”

Rose was just glancing down to her feet again when she felt a hand at the small of her back,
propelling her up onto the first step. She glanced back and saw Scorpius following closely behind
her. She felt every slight increase of her heartbeat as she could still feel Scorpius's hand
the entire journey up to the third floor.

…

Hermione was startled to hear the knock at her door. It was pretty late; she couldn't think
of anyone that would stop by at this hour. Still though, she put her night robe over her pyjamas
and went to go see who it was.

“Harry?”

“Hey Hermione,” Harry greeted from the other side of the door. Hermione immediately noticed he
looked kind of a mess, clearly exhausted and stressed out. She frowned wondering why he looked so
dishevelled.

“I'm sorry for showing up so late.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked softly.

Harry was silent for a second before he took a deep breath, “I didn't want you to be alone
on your birthday night. Can I come in?”

Hermione didn't move for what seemed like forever. Harry's questioning green eyes never
wavered from hers. It felt like he was holding her in a trance. She didn't want to look away
from him for the life of her but knew how silly she must've seemed. Finally, after taking
little time to consider that this probably wasn't such a good idea, she nodded, “Um, yeah. Come
in.”

Harry smiled lightly and took a step forward. “Happy Birthday,” he said, gently kissing her
cheek before moving past her into the classroom.

Hermione froze as his lips left her cheek and he walked past her. She closed her eyes for a
second, thinking about the significance of Amia's gift before opening them again. With little
strength, she closed the door.

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16. Close Calls and First Sights
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 16: Close Calls and First Sights**

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**[AN]** Long chapter. Just putting all my ducks in a row…

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“I'm sorry to just show up,” Harry said as he walked into Hermione's classroom, “Were
you about to go to bed?”

Hermione looked down at her sleep clothes, “Oh, no. I-I just figured I'd change.”

“Oh.”

The two were quiet for a moment, both avoiding each other's eyes at all cost. After a few
moments Hermione cleared her throat awkwardly, “Um, do you want to sit?”

Harry let out a laugh looking at the desk, “Sure Professor. I apologize for not being in
uniform,” he joked, going to sit down at the desk.

Hermione grinned, “You forgot your books as well. That's not a good way to impress a new
professor.”

“I'll be sure not to forget anything next time.”

Hermione noted his implication of next time with a slight flutter of her heart as she sat down
next to him. Silence engulfed the two yet again.

“So how was your day?” Harry asked, deciding to break the ice.

“Good. Rose and Hugo came and surprised me in the morning with presents and a birthday
cake.”

“Did you hear from Ron at all?” He knew that this was *technically* none of his business,
but he was curious.

Hermione shook her head, “Rose said she wrote him but he never showed. Fine by me.”

“So this divorce is real then?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Harry said, shaking his head defensively, “Just that… you're taking all this on
by yourself. It's quite brave of you.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess.” Without realizing she was doing so, her hand reached up to the necklace
Amia had given her earlier. She completely believed in what Mia told her about the gift; taking the
step to file for divorce already made Hermione feel stronger.

Harry noticed her toying with the jewellery, “That`s a nice necklace. Is it new?”

“Oh, yeah. Mia gave it to me.”

Harry look surprised, “She gave you that?”

“Yes. It was a huge surprise; I didn't even tell her it was my birthday.”

“She gave you a gift though. That must mean a lot,” Harry said. He was amazed at how close the
two of them had seemed to have gotten after only such a short period of time. He didn't want to
mention it to Hermione though; he didn't want her to know he was jealous…

A faraway smile spread easily over Hermione's face, “She's very thoughtful. I think
I'm really starting to get through to her. The other day we had a nice chat about
relationships. She's even given me advice on Ron and how to tell the kids since she's a
child of divorce as well.”

“She knows about you divorcing Ron?” Harry asked, shock laced in his tone.

Hermione nodded, “Yeah, I figured I should explain a little after he barged in the other
day.”

“Wow,” Harry muttered, turning to look off into the classroom, “You two really are hitting it
off, huh?”

Hermione didn't notice the look of longing on Harry's face, “Yeah. It's funny how
life can surprise you, sometimes when you're least expecting it.”

Harry nodded jerkily, “Yeah… I um, got you something as well.”

Quietly, he placed a small square case in front of Hermione. Something about the maroon case
looked familiar to her.

“Harry, you didn't have to buy me anything,” she said, her stomach doing back flips as she
took the small box in her hand.

“I didn't buy it. Well I did, but that was a long time ago…”

“What?” Hermione asked confused.

He smiled, “Just open it.”

Hermione stared down at the case for another few seconds before prying it open with her
fingertips. A gasp escaped her as she saw the object nestled inside, “Oh my god… Harry, where did
you find this? I thought I'd lost it forever!”

With the gentlest touch, she reached in and picked up her old crystal bracelet. She delicately
touched the two angel wings guarding the little onyx stone in between them. She brushed her thumb
over the `Hope' engraved on the stone. Tears pooled in her eyes as she remembered Harry giving
the bracelet to her on her 19th birthday and all of the fond memories that had followed.
This bracelet had been with her through the best times of her life. She had been devastated when
she thought she'd lost it, but here Harry was, like her knight in shining armour presenting it
to her again. It was a silly muggle metaphor, she knew, but that's how he seemed to her right
now. Especially as he flashed her his most charming, lop-sided smile.

“I went back to the old flat and found it,” he revealed.

Hermione gasped again, “You went back to our old flat?”

“Yeah. I go to Boston everyone in a while and stop in. Then I remembered the bracelet at work
today and I figured I'd go.”

Hermione's mouth hung open for a few seconds as she tried to wrap her brain around what
he'd just said, “I-I've never even given any thought to what would happen to it… all of our
stuff…”

He shrugged, “Everything's still there. Exactly how we left it.”

“You… you don't have… trouble… being there?”

Harry was quiet for a few moments and for a brief second Hermione thought maybe she'd
overstepped her bounds. Maybe they weren't ready to talk about all that just yet… But then,
Harry shrugged lightly again.

“I did a lot when I first started going, but that was back when we first split up…”

Hermione averted her eyes from his at the mention of their split.

“But now, ironically enough, I feel like it's my sort of sanctuary.”

“How soon did you go back?” Hermione whispered a few moments later after debating with herself
over whether or not she should ask.

Harry looked at her, “That was the first place I went after Los Angeles.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

Hermione didn't have to ask why, “You were waiting for them weren't you?”

Harry looked to her again, letting her know the answer by the depth of his stare. She inhaled
sharply and turned away from his burning gaze.

Harry put a hand on hers, “We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to.”

“No, I do want to. I feel like a proper idiot that I've never cared to ask you what you did
when we separated. I mean, I cared it's just…”

“We were trying to move on,” Harry answered for her, rather dully.

Hermione bit her lip, “Right.”

Another silence rolled through the classroom. It was neither tense nor uncomfortable, however
both could tell they were avoiding the things that they really wanted to say. The practice of self
control was something that they'd both mastered over the years…

Harry was the first to break the silence, but only because he couldn't not. The feeling of
her hands still resting softly under his was doing things to him, and while he'd rather be
*crucio'd* then move his hand, he didn't want to get lost in the feeling of her skin
under his again. With that thought in mind, he spoke,

“Did you ever think seventeen years ago that this is where we'd end up?”

“I did a lot of imagining back then, but this never made it in the group of possibilities,”
Hermione said quietly with a shake of her head.

She paused before looking down to her new watch. She smiled as she read the time, “Seventeen
years ago… we were just about to go tour the Boston flat.”

Harry nodded, thinking back yet again to her 19th birthday, “Yeah… and I had just
gotten suspended from the auror program.”

“And we had both just found out about Mia.”

Harry shook his head, “Even though I'd just lost Teddy, I can still remember exactly how
excited I felt over you being pregnant.”

Hermione's smile trembled as her hand ran down her stomach, “I remember too.”

Both of their minds slowly drifted back to how they celebrated their excitement on her birthday
night. Harry squeezed her hand softly.

“Merlin… we were only kids back then.”

She let out a fond breath, “Yeah…”

“Hard to imagine all the stuff we went through happening to other kids that age now,” Harry
said, thinking of James being only a few years older and having to deal with new fatherhood. The
thought was so unrealistic he could hardly imagine it.

“Well, I couldn't have done half the things I did without you,” Hermione said, nudging his
arm.

Harry smirked, “Let's rephrase that: you couldn't have done half the things you did if
it weren't *for* me.”

She grinned, “You did get me into quite a bit of trouble.”

“I'll say.”

She laughed lightly as her thumb swiped over her bracelet still in her hand. She handed it out
to Harry, “Will you put it on me?”

“Sure.”

“I always loved this you know,” she revealed as he draped it over her bare wrist, “Before this I
never liked jewellery.”

He felt something like sunshine burst in his chest and spread throughout his entire body.
“I'm glad,” he said, trying to keep his smile under control.

When he looked up at her, finished with her bracelet, he found her to be smiling just as
exuberantly. His light smile turned into a radiant grin at the sight of her, and they sat there for
a few seconds basking in the surprise package of bliss.

After a second though, Hermione's teeth came over to clamp down on her lip. Harry felt his
leg twitch so he forced himself to look away as she asked, “Are you thirsty? Neville brought by
some wine earlier.”

Harry took in a quick breath and nodded, “Wine sounds good.”

Hermione pushed her chair back and stood, “I'm pretty sure I have some glasses but

if not I can transfigure some,” she said, starting to stride off to her personal quarters.

“Okay,” Harry agreed, still sitting at the desk. He took a second there, gulping and barraging
himself to calm down. She was so close and his body was clearly starting to react. He didn't
know what good or bad her personal quarters and a bottle of wine would do, but he didn't want
to leave just yet. He *couldn't* leave now.

He paused for one more second before getting up from the desk and following her further off into
the room.

…

Rose had no idea where they were walking to. She hadn't been paying attention to her
surroundings ever since they met up with the two Slytherins. She'd barely taken to the surprise
that hit her as they made their way down a narrow passageway that a statue of a one-eyed witch had
been covering. She'd heard her cousin talk about the secret passage into Hogsmeade, but had
never cared to check it out herself.

The rest of the walk down the passage, and coming out of Honeydukes into Hogsmeade meant little
to her. She couldn't even have told you how long the walk took. All she had been concerned with
was the boy walking closely behind her. He had removed his hand from its place on her back when
they first climbed down the passage but he hadn't put any distance between them.

Rose's mind was in a tizzy. Why had Amia invited Scorpius? What was she hoping to get out of
tonight? She didn't think her new friend was trying to embarrass her or anything, but she
couldn't think of a proper explanation as to why *this* would make her let loose. Scorpius
Malfoy being there and hanging around her was only going to make her tense, awkward, and nervous
the entire night. And when Rose saw the building they were approaching, it only made another wave
of unease wash over her.

Ministry of Sound was the popular night club in Hogsmeade. Rose had never stepped foot in the
place but she'd heard her older cousin Victoire gossip about it. Rose seemed to be the only
unsure one in the group as they approached the entrance.

Amia didn't stop at the end of the queue however, and continued walking up until she reached
the front entryway. Even though she was the newest one to the town and had never been to the club
before, she stopped in front of the bouncer with an air of total calm and confidence.

“Hey, I know you work here and everything, but I was wondering if I could ask your opinion on
something?” she spoke, sounding like she had said the same line a thousand times before.

The large muscled bouncer gave her a once-over before grinning, “Sure sweetheart.”

Amia went on, twisting her hands innocently in front of her, “I'm new to English clubs, so I
was wondering is this one better or that place down in the lower lanes? This one has a longer
queue, that's for sure.”

The bouncer flashed her a smug look, “I guarantee you will have nothing but an outrageous night
here.”

“Yeah? The line is really long though…”

The bloke winked at her, “I can help you with that.” Almost as if the bouncer was under
Amia's spell, he lifted the rope and stood back so that she could pass.

Mia smiled winningly, “Thanks Gerard.”

“Anything for such a beautiful woman.”

Rose watched in awe as Amia stepped through easily and started into the club. Lorenzo followed
behind her. Rose was next but right as she was about to pass the rope, the bouncer put a hand
up.

“How old are you?”

Rose froze. She opened her mouth and struggled to formulate an answer.

The bouncer immediately saw through her hesitancy, “No students allowed-”

“She's with me,” Scorpius said, stepping forward. Rose felt his shoulder bump into hers and
his warm hand reach down to take hers.

The guard glanced sceptically down to their intertwined hands, “She's with *you*?”

“Yes,” Scorpius repeated in a firmer tone.

The bouncer looked up to the boy before shrugging, “No problem then. Have a nice night Mr.
Malfoy.”

“Cheers.”

Rose was lost as Scorpius tugged her forward. What was that about? Had Scorpius been there
before? But if he had, wouldn't the bouncer know that he was a student too?

Just as she felt herself beginning to breach more theories, she told herself to forget about it.
Amia came up grinning and with Scorpius's hand still in hers, it was hard not to smile
back.

“Let's go get drinks!” Amia yelled over the loud music pulsing through the entry room.

“You think you can lure the bartender into getting us free drinks as well?” Lorenzo asked with a
snaky tone.

Mia raised an eyebrow, “Jealous much?”

“If I was an attractive young American, I'd be getting let into clubs for free too!”

Amia rolled her eyes, “Talk, talk, talk. Why don't you come buy me a drink so everything
you're saying can become more interesting.”

Rose and Scorpius couldn't help but laugh while Lorenzo obviously reddened and stuck his
tongue out at Mia. She nudged the boy playfully before heading down the spiral staircase leading to
the dance floor and bar.

Lorenzo and Mia stopped at a free spot at the bar. Rose slid up next to Mia but then frowned as
she felt Scorpius's hand pull away from hers. She became confused as she glanced back and
watched him walk further down the bar.

She turned back to the bar shyly, letting her eyes dance over all the different vibrant bottles
of alcohol. She took in an apprehensive breath.

“What do you want?” asked Mia, leaning close to Rose so that she wouldn't have to shout.

Rose bit her lip as her brain scrambled for any idea of what to order. After a couple moments,
she came up empty handed. She shrugged helplessly, “I don't know. I've never drank before.
I don't even know what there is to order.”

Amia senses that the redhead was feeling a little overwhelmed. She put her arm around her hoping
to calm her nerves, “Look, I'm not going to make you drink if you don't want to. Just get a
soda or something,” she advised soothingly.

Rose nodded, “Okay…”

“You know not to take anything from random guys, right?” Mia asked her again, this time her
eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Rose nodded, trying to hide her smile. The look Mia was giving her reminded her a lot of her
mum. Rose looked back to the bottles as Mia flagged down the bartender and ordered. Maybe she could
get away with just water…

Mia took an exploratory sip of her drink as the attractive bartender gave it to her with a wink.
She looked around, checking on the whereabouts of someone before she turned back to Rose, “I'm
going to dance. *Smile.* You're having fun!”

“Mia-” Rose tried as her friend slipped easily into the crowd behind them. She stopped short
when she saw Scorpius siding up to her.

He handed her a glass of brown liquid, “Here, I got this for you.”

“Oh…” Rose took it, her mind automatically jumping back to the advice Mia had just given her
about taking drinks from blokes.

“It's rum and coke,” Scorpius told her, taking a sip from his own drink. He had a glass of
amber liquid with a few ice cubes in it. “Very muggle. I figured you wouldn't know what to
order.”

Rose flushed, “Oh… thanks…”

Scorpius paused at the look on her face. He quickly realized that she thought he`d criticized
her. “Not like that,” he amended, “It just doesn't seem like you're a big drinker.”

“I'm not,” Rose told him with a shake of her head. She was staring intently at her drink,
feeling too unworthy to meet his eyes.

“I figured.” Scorpius took another swig.

Rose was suddenly compelled to prove that she *could* at least drink. She took a long pull
from the alcohol-mixed soda and squinted as it rolled down her throat. She swallowed harshly and
wiped her tongue over her lips before willing together the confidence to look up at him, “Are
you?”

The blonde frowned, “What?”

She leaned in closer so he could hear, “Um, do you drink a lot?”

“During the summer, sure.”

“Oh, that's nice.”

Scorpius faltered and hurried to rectify himself, “That's not all I do during the summer.
Just occasionally.”

Rose nodded mechanically before raising her glass to her lips again. Scorpius turned away, his
cheeks burning red. He cursed himself mentally for caring about what she thought of him and
slipping up in front of her. He let out a frustrated breath before masking his face again and
turning back to her.

“I'm sure it's easy for you to get alcohol,” Rose said, trying to be conversational.

Scorpius frowned, “What makes you say that?”

Rose lost herself with the look he gave her, “Uh, just that you have a lot of money…”

He didn't say anything in response that time. Just stared at her frowning.

“I mean, if you wanted to you could probably just ask. I'm sure no one would say no to you…”
Rose could feel the heat stinging her cheeks as Scorpius continued to stare at her. She sighed in
humiliation and shook her head, “I'm sorry,” she muttered hopelessly, “I don't know what
I'm talking about.”

Scorpius sucked in a breath before leaning into her ear, “You need to relax. We're not in
school right now, have a little fun.”

“Fun,” Rose repeated sardonically, “Right, I'm working on it.”

“This isn't your idea of fun?”

“I don't know, I've never been to a place like this before,” Rose admitted, taking a
glance behind her. The music was still loud, filling every part of the club. Lights were flashing
out on the dance floor making the crowd of bodies visible. Rose briefly wondered where Mia was out
there and if she was having a good time. If this was Mia's idea of fun then surely it
couldn't be *so* bad.

“This place is shit compared to some places in London,” Scorpius told her after she turned
back.

Rose looked at him, “Oh.”

Scorpius sighed as Rose turned back away from him. He wondered if she thought he was a git for
acting too pretentious. Serves him right for trying to impress a Weasley.

“I'm going to get another drink,” he told her before quickly taking off to the other side of
the bar.

“Okay,” Rose answered, but the Malfoy was already making his way through the throng of people.
She sighed to herself as the song changed into an upbeat tempo. She turned, figuring she'd try
and look for Mia again. Honestly, she appreciated her friends attempt but it seemed like tonight
was not going to work out for her. Maybe Rose just wasn't cut out for being spontaneous and
fun. She couldn't even get a guy that Mia had obviously bribed to stay interested in her. She
briefly wondered if Scorpius was so uninterested in her because she was simply boring and plain
looking, or if it had more to do with her being a Weasley.

“Excuse me.”

Rose turned around as someone tapped her on the shoulder. A decent looking bloke was standing
behind her, smiling at her.

“I hope you don't mind me asking, but was that bloke here a moment ago your boyfriend?”

Rose frowns at his question but then realized he must`ve been referring to Scorpius. “Oh, no.
He's not,” she told him with a shake of her head.

The bloke grinned and inched a bit closer, “That's good for me then.”

Rose frowned and tilted her head, genuinely confused, “What?”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“I already have one.” Rose took a drink to prove her statement.

The bloke snorted, “Can I get you a *real* drink?”

Rose looked at him. Was this not a real drink? “Uh… okay…”

“I'm Connor,” he said next with a bright smile, holding out his hand.

“I'm-”

“Taken. Let's go dance.”

Rose didn't even have time to think as an hand slid down her arm and fastened to her hand.
Next thing she knew, Scorpius was in front of them, leading them through the crowd towards the
dance floor. She didn't want to look back just in case she found that Connor bloke glaring, or
coming after them.

After they walked down some stairs, Scorpius turned around suddenly, making Rose walk into him.
She apologized quickly at Scorpius's intense look, but he seemed to be staring at her for
another reason.

“Look if you want to go back and talk to that bloke, you can. I guarantee you though, he's
only trying to bed you.”

Rose frowned, “No! I-I don't want to go back.”

Scorpius's posture seemed to relax. Gently, he pulled her closer to him, “Let's dance
then.”

Rose looked around awkwardly, her lip clamped between her teeth. “I-I've never danced
before…”

“You've never done a lot of things,” Scorpius replied.

Rose blushed but was sidetracked as Scorpius yet again grabbed her. “Just *move*,” he
instructed, still drawing her in.

Rose's breath hitched as she felt her waist come against his. “Okay…” she mumbled as
Scorpius began synchronizing her movements with his.

It wasn't long before Rose and Scorpius, both reeling from the close proximity of each
other, were moving freely with the rhythm.

…

Harry grinned in delight as he took another drink of wine while Hermione laughed loudly.

“That night was awful,” he continued after his drink, “I don't think I've danced
since.”

Hermione laughed again, shaking her head, “Oh it wasn't so horrible.”

“You only say that because you went with a quidditch star and ended up snogging him at the end
of the night,” Harry jabbed.

Hermione blushed, smiling sheepishly, “Well yeah, but that's not the only reason I have fond
memories of the Yule Ball.”

Harry rested his head back against the wall as he thought back to that night. “That was the
first night we both realized how beautiful you were. I think we both felt like daft gits knowing
that Krum realized it first,” he admitted, a nostalgic smile on his lips.

She gave him a soft smile before taking another drink.

“You and your affection for quidditch players…” Harry teased after a comfortable pause.

Hermione laughed into her drink. She nudged him, “Shut up.”

“History doesn't lie…” he muttered, watching as Hermione looked away and grinned
guiltily.

He watched her for a few moments out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't seen her this
carefree and happy in a long time. The sight of her caused a rush of adrenaline to shoot through
him, like it always did when he saw her smile because of him.

“Do you think it's weird that we keep seeing each other like this?” he asked nervously a
couple of moments later. The question left his mouth before he could give it careful
consideration.

To his great relief, Hermione answered quickly, “No. I like being able to talk to you.”

“I do too.”

“To be quite honest, I've really missed this. Thanks for coming by.”

Harry looked down to her wrist where she was playing lightly with the bracelet. He smiled, “Well
it's your birthday, I wanted to see you.”

“It's sweet of you,” Hermione said, looking up to him.

Harry got caught up in her eyes for a brief moment, but quickly calmed himself, “More wine?” he
asked, running through his words.

Hermione nodded slowly, “Okay…”

Harry was picked up the bottle and began pouring the fine liquid into Hermione's cup. He was
just finishing it off when suddenly there was startling *BOOM.*

The entire room lurched. Harry felt wine soak into his shirt as he jumped up. The windows
rattled in their windowpanes as the *BOOM* shook the entire castle.

“What the hell was that?” Hermione asked, standing up in shock.

Harry pulled out his wand, “I don't know…”

Hermione reached for wand on the table top. They both looked around searchingly for a moment
before the walls shook with another *BOOM*. It was stronger the second time around; both Harry
and Hermione had to take a step back to steady themselves. Once the floor was still once more,
Harry rushed to the window and looked down towards the grounds.

“Harry?” Hermione called out worriedly as a quicker *BANG* reverberated around them.

Harry pushed away from the window and started for the door, “I think someone's trying to
break in. Stay here.”

Hermione didn't think twice before she ran after him, “Harry wait!”

…

Rose and Scorpius danced for a good while before they bumped into Mia dancing with another guy,
looking like she was thoroughly enjoying herself. Mia let out a joyous yelp as she saw her friends
and lurched forward to wrap her arms around them,

“Let's go get more drinks!” she suggested excitedly, flashing a grin at the bloke she'd
been dancing with before leading them back in the direction of the bar. There, they found Lorenzo
already working down his sixth or seventh drink.

After they all received a new drink, they headed over to a booth to relax for a few minutes.
They were there for about ten minutes, laughing and having a rather good time before several lights
turned on, illuminating the club.

“It's closing already?” Mia asked with a sad groan.

“Back to Hoggy-warty-Hogwarts for us!” Lorenzo shouted, raising his cup into the air.

Scorpius laughed, “You shouldn't have let him drink so much, Mia.” He and Rose were sitting
together on one side of the booth. Scorpius seemed perfectly at ease but Rose was reeling as she
sat so close to the boy she'd always dreamt about. She kept taking little sips from her drink,
hoping that her mind would get the picture and calm down. If Scorpius was so calm then she would be
too.

Mia rolled her eyes as she looked from Scorpius to Lorenzo sprawled out in the seat next to her,
“Well now I know Italians aren't known for their drinking.”

“Hey!” the other Slytherin boy yelled out, “It's `cause pasta and beer don't mix.”

They all laughed as Mia pushed him out of the booth, “We'll take your word for it. Now
let's go.”

They had just started heading for the exit when Lorenzo yelled out again, “Shit! I lost my
coat.”

Mia stopped and gave him an annoyed look, “Ugh, let's go look for it. We'll meet you
guys outside.”

“Alright,” Scorpius replied as Mia grabbed Lorenzo and headed back towards the dance floor. Rose
saw him reach for her hand again and lifted it to meet his reach halfway. His eyes shot down to
hers, making her blush under his gaze.

The two were pushed from behind by others trying to escape the club. Scorpius tightened his grip
on her before leading her outside into the street. The night was a little chilly, but Rose was able
to forget about the cold because of Scorpius's warm hold on her.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Scorpius asked her, his tone much lower now that he didn't have
to shout over music.

Rose smiled, “Yeah. I had a great time! Did you?”

Scorpius grinned, “It was alright.”

Rose blushed yet again as she felt her knees tremble. She had seen that grin before but it was
the first time being directing at *her.*

While Rose was lost in thought, Scorpius glanced behind her, noticing a group of blokes staring
at them.

“You sure do attract quite the crowd Weasley,” he drawled, not looking away from them.

“Huh?”

Rose turned around and saw the group he was looking at. “Oh. That was the guy from earlier. I
wish he'd stop staring at me,” she muttered innocently, turning back to face him.

“Is he making you uncomfortable?” Scorpius asked her quietly.

She looked up at him and saw him staring at her intensely. She shifted under his gaze, feeling
her heartbeat pick up, “Sorta.”

“Well there's only two things you can do…”

“Like what?”

Scorpius took a step closer, his tone lowering, “You could shout at the tosser to go stare at
someone else's bum.”

Rose laughed, “Or?”

“Or…” There was a brief pause in which Rose swore that time stopped and the street became
serenely quiet. She didn't detect Scorpius leaning in, and therefore explained why her eyes
snapped open in utter surprise as his lips touched hers.

Her eyes stayed open for only a second before she slammed them shut. Whether she was imagining
this kiss or not, she refused to stand there like some immature wide-eyed little girl, as if she
had no idea what to do. *She had* no idea what to do, but she couldn't fight the urge to
do *something* back as Scorpius moved his lips against her.

She pressed her lips gently back into his and relaxed her mouth as she felt him suck lightly at
her lower lip. She didn't realize her vigour strengthen as his arms encircled her waist.

They finished with a long, drawn out kiss before Scorpius pulled away and looked at her. “Or you
could send the message that your with someone else,” he finished, staring intently into her
eyes.

Rose didn't notice his look though because her eyes were glued to his lips. Her gaze never
faltered as she sucked in a breath through her open mouth, “I-I don't like confrontation…”

Scorpius touched his forehead to hers. “I didn't think so,” he muttered before his lips
dipped down to hers.

Rose felt like there was an electric current running through her entire body. She could hardly
tell what she was doing as her tongue came out to run along his lower lip, but Scorpius answered
back eagerly, boosting her self-confidence.

She had never been entrapped by someone before, nor embraced so intimately. The fact that her
first snog was happening right now with *Scorpius Malfoy* put all of her emotions into
overdrive. Her brain seemed to melt as his hands came up to caress her face, locking her position
as close to himself as possible.

His hands were just starting to trace down her body when somebody cackled loudly behind
them.

“AHAHA! Look at `em! They're snogging!”

They broke the kiss with a disheartening *squelch*. Scorpius turned slowly, levelling
Lorenzo with one of his most severe glares. Rose, already red as can be, peaked out from around him
in time to watch Mia slap Lorenzo on the arm.

“Shut up!” she hissed at the Slytherin.

Lorenzo recoiled and held his hands up defensively, “I'm sorry! I'm sorry!”

Amia turned back to the two with a sheepish look, “So… we should probably head back to the
castle now.”

Scorpius nodded gruffly, “Alright.”

Without looking at her, he reached down and took Rose's hand. Rose thought her heart was
going to pound out of her chest as they started walking down the street but found her attention
diverted at the sight of several large men hanging out down by the train station. They were all
dressed in what looked like Ministry robes.

“Are those aurors?” Rose asked, causing the others to look down at the men as well, “What are
they all doing here?”

Amia shrugged, not really worried, “I don't know. We should hurry and get drunk boy here
back to the castle though.”

Rose wasn`t really listening, she was still staring at the aurors, her mind quickly wandering
over the different possibilities. Scorpius noticed her still looking and tugged her closer to
him.

They turned into the alley before Honeydukes instead of quietly having Mia lead them through the
front. As they arrived at the back door of the candy shop, Rose realized they were taking a
different route as to avoid the aurors. It was a bit darker going in through the back and a bit
drafty once they got down into the tunnel back to school. Rose let a flattered smile spread over
her lips as she felt Scorpius pull her closer.

About ten minutes later, the four were trekking up the stairs to climb back out onto the third
floor of school. Mia exited gracefully first, and turned to wait for the rest of them. As Lorenzo
was lifting himself out, he tripped over the ledge and tumbled to the ground. Mia couldn't help
but laugh while Rose and Scorpius climbed out.

Scorpius smirked as Lorenzo struggled to stand. Rose looked amused as well, but was more
interested in the map Mia suddenly had in front of her.

“Is that-”

“Yep. James let me borrow it for tonight. It's pretty fascinating to say the least,” Mia
replied, pouring over the corridors surrounding them.

Lorenzo then came up next to Mia, “What is that?”

“Nunya,” Amia answered without looking at him.

The Slytherin's face scrunched in confusion, “What?”

“Nunya business,” Amia said again, making Lorenzo laugh drunkenly. Amia smirked at him before
looking to Scorpius, “You guys should have an easy shot back to the dungeons if you're careful
on the stairs and go through the tapestry on the ground floor. We should go this way though…” she
said to Rose, her eyes returning to the map.

“Oh, okay,” Rose said, awkwardly looking down to her shoes. Now that they were being forced to
go their separate ways, Rose was returning to the insecure, nervous mush she had been earlier.
Scorpius didn't notice, or if he did, he didn't do anything about it.

“You're leaving me?” came Lorenzo's child-like voice. He was staring at Amia like a lost
puppy.

Amia wasn't phased. She gave him a wry smile, “Hate to say it Mr. Italy but our adventure
has come to an end.”

“Do I get a goodnight kiss?”

She smiled, gently reaching up to caress the boy's face, “No.”

Scorpius snickered at his housemate before he pulled Rose behind the statue with him. Her
stomach somersaulted as he leaned down and kissed her again.

“Goodnight Rose.”

She was still in a daze when she answered, “Goodnight.”

Scorpius sent her one last staring look before grabbing his laughing mate and leading him off in
the direction of the stairs.

Rose blushed and cleared her throat lightly as she turned back to Amia. She was sure her friend
would have plenty to say about tonight and Rose wouldn't deny her all of the gratefulness she
had to offer. However, when she looked up to her friend she was staring back down at the map, a
troubled frown set over her mouth.

“Something wrong?”

Mia was quiet for a moment, “No…” she finally started to answer, “but there's people out
everywhere tonight. Tons of students are out walking on the seventh floor… it looks like
they're Hufflepuffs being led by Professor Marythorn…”

Rose frowned, “That's strange…”

Mia then jolted, “Shit, someone's coming- let's go!”

Without thinking, the two girls hurried away from one-eyed witch, going in the opposite
direction of the random patrol. Mia had just hooked a right down a corridor and Rose was getting
ready to follow when a voice echoed down the hall.

“Stop!”

Mia spun on her heal, about to grab Rose and make a dash for it, but Rose was frozen in a ray of
wand light. Mia felt her shoulders sag as the sudden downer of being caught came over her. She was
just about to step out with Rose when the voice spoke again.

“Rose Weasley, is that you?”

Rose, who had her hand raised to block the light from her eyes, glanced up at the man,
“Dean?”

“It's Auror Thomas right now kiddo,” Dean said, lowering his wand, “What are you doing out
of bed so late? Were you trying to find where the rest of the students are meeting?”

Rose frowned, hoping her confusion wasn't so apparent to the auror, “Um, I was just trying
to get back to my common room. What's going on?” she asked as curiously as possible, hoping to
take the suspicion away from her.

“There's been an attempted- who've we got here?” he suddenly turned his wand down the
corridor on the right, illuminating Amia in wand light. Luckily she had managed to hide the map
before he noticed her.

Rose sidestepped next to Mia, “This is my friend Amia. We were both just trying to get back to
Gryffindor tower.”

Dean stared at her for a long second before he nodded, “Right, well come on then.”

“We can get back okay by ourselves if you're too busy,” Rose offered as Dean started off
towards the grand staircase.

“Nonsense,” he said while shaking his head, “I think your uncle is looking for you anyway,” as
he finished, the auror's eyes fell over the girls' outfits. He glanced up at Rose before
turning away and continuing to lead the way.

Rose bit her lip nervously, “Uncle Harry is here?”

“Yes. He was here when the attempted break-in occurred.”

Both Rose and Amia's attention cut back to Dean with shocked expressions. “Someone tried to
*break into* the castle? Who? Why?” Rose asked as they stepped onto the stairs with the auror.
Amia was quiet as she studied the auror intently.

“We're still trying to figure things out. Right now it's important that you two remain
calm. Just do what you're told and keep a lookout and you'll be perfectly safe, okay?” he
asked them, speaking rather cryptically.

The girls shared a look, “Alright…”

On their ascent up the stairs, they noticed just how many aurors were bustling around the
castle. Groups of students were walking with their heads and other professors were out trying to
assist the aurors. Amia briefly wondered where Hermione was and if she was running around with some
aurors trying to figure out who would try and break into Hogwarts.

…

“James, I'm going to ask you one more time- where is Rose?” Harry asked firmly, levelling a
penetrating look at his oldest son. He was the first one to show up in the Gryffindor common room
after his fellow aurors had started to arrive. Anxiously, he watched as James, Albus, and Hugo
filed downstairs with the rest of the Gryffindors, but Rose and Amia had come up missing.

He hadn't known exactly what to look for when it came to Amia, but he studied each girl that
came down those stairs and he didn't think any of them fit the part of his and Hermione's
daughter. Harry knew he couldn't ask for Amia since his kids were under the pretence that he
didn't know she existed. Therefore he was using the absence of Rose as his fuel of
interrogation, even though he was equally worried about his missing niece. He was hoping that when
they found Rose, they'd find Amia too.

“Dad I honestly have no idea,” James told him for the hundredth time, “Maybe she had patrols
tonight and she's helping everyone out.”

“I already checked with the other prefects and she wasn't on duty tonight. What's going
on?”

James let out a frustrated sigh and he looked around the common room, trying to think of
something else to say to his dad. He was going mental under his father's questioning. The truth
was he knew that Mia and Rose had some little rendezvous planned- Mia had come to him earlier
asking for the Marauder's Map (something that had come up during one of their nightly common
room chats). However, he had no idea where they were or why they weren't back yet. He was just
as concerned over this attempted break in, but wanted to get Harry off his back for a little bit so
he could sort things out for himself.

“Did you check the library?” James offered, looking back to his dad.

“She would've been returned by now. This is serious James, if you know anything-”

“Dad, I don't know! She could be anywhere right now. The library, with Aunt Hermione, with
the rest of the students…” James trailed off hopelessly, again looking back around the common room.
He was running out of ideas to feed his dad. The thought that he'd just have to tell him the
truth briefly entered his mind before his eyes rounded on the portrait hole. His heart skipped in
relief as he saw two familiar faces coming through, “… Or she could be right behind you.”

Harry raised his eyebrows and then spun around as James pointed behind him. Harry felt relief
flow through him as he saw his niece, but then his eyes travelled to the girl standing behind her
and his whole body froze. His eyes widened powerlessly as he took her in.

“Great night for a party, huh guys?” James asked sarcastically as he saw their dresses, though
he was severely relieved that they were alright and that his dad could stop quizzing him now.

“Sorry!” Rose exclaimed, immediately tugging her dress down, “We didn't realize what was
going on. We were… uh…”

“In the greenhouse, looking at some plants,” Mia filled in for her, “Studying, you know…”

“Studying!” James rejoiced, “Such a believable activity for you two on a Saturday night. Now
that this has all been resolved I think we should let Dad return to business and go to bed.”

Mia nodded at him, “That's a good idea because we are really tired. Right Rose?”

“Yes! Super exhausted.” Rose faked a yawn but it went unnoticed by Harry who was still staring
unabashedly at Amia. He couldn`t be sure but he thought he felt tears welling up in his eyes as he
continued to stare at the girl… his *daughter*… The last time he'd been with her she was
only a couple hours old and now she was this beautiful sixteen year old, holding an amazing
resemblance to Hermione.

And her eyes… the experience of having his own eyes stare back at him was something he'd
never forget.

Amia was still staring back at Harry when Rose and James began to notice their silent
exchange.

Rose cleared her throat, “Um, Uncle Harry this is my friend Amia. She's a transfer student
from America.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mia greeted quietly before awkwardly looking away. She supposed she
should've been used to the amount of staring that British adults did to her, but she'd be
lying if she said it didn't make her feel self-conscious and nervous every time.

Harry seemed to snap back to reality as soon as the California girl looked away from him. He
blinked several times and let out a loud breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

“It's late,” he said rigidly a moment later, snapping back into auror mode, “You three
should get to bed. Students are being taken to the Room of Requirement to sleep if you're too
uncomfortable in your own beds. There will be aurors in the common room all night though so you
will be… safe…” Harry finished with his eyes focusing back on Amia. He couldn't help but think
that before he'd seen her it was easy to say that they needed to protect her as the
Cooper's daughter… but seeing her now he was overcome with the sensation that he was seeing
*his* daughter, *again*, *finally* after so many years…

“No one actually made it into the castle, right?” Rose asked, looking curiously at her
uncle.

Harry jolted and shook his head, “No. They couldn't get through.”

“I'm sure we'll be fine,” Mia said, making the first move towards the spiral staircase.
She waved to the boys, “Night James, goodnight Mr. Potter.”

“Goodnight,” Harry responded softly, watching her walk off to the stairs with gentle eyes.

James rubbed at his eyes, “I'm off too. Night Dad.”

“Goodnight son,” Harry replied as he too headed off to his dorm.

Rose was the last to go. “It was good seeing you Uncle Harry,” she said, coming forward and
kissing him on the cheek.

Harry squeezed her shoulder, “Sleep tight Rose.”

Rose nodded and started off for the stairs. She had just hit the first floor landing when Amia
appeared around the corner. Clearly, she'd been waiting for her.

“Just curious, do people try to break into Hogwarts often?”

Rose let the concern wash over her face once again, “No. I mean, not since I've been here
and before that, the only thing I could think of is when Death Eaters got inside and ran the place
during the war. But since then Hogwarts has been the safest place in the world pretty much.”

Amia made a thoughtful sound in the back of her throat before she looked back at Rose. The fifth
year was leaning against the wall with a smitten grin hanging over her lips. Mia couldn't help
but smile.

“Tonight's been crazy, that's for sure,” Rose said, “Thanks for taking me out.”

“Did you have fun?” Amia asked, already knowing her answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

Rose smiled dizzily, “Yes. This was the best night of my life…”

“I bet it was,” Mia smirked, starting to walk up the stairs again.

Rose frowned as she followed her, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. So how was making out with Scorpius?”

“Mia!”

“I have to say, you look liked an old pro…” Mia trailed off, turning around to shoot Rose a
teasing look.

Rose looked humiliated, “How long were you watching?” she asked, dreading to hear the
answer.

Mia let out a laugh, “I'll put it to you this way, you guys were going at it like animals. I
almost had to cover my eyes…”

Rose's cheeks were nearly glowing red, “I'm so embarrassed…”

Mia gave her a light-hearted poke, “Don't be. It happens to the best of us.”

“I wasn't even the one to kiss him…”

Mia smiled, “You underestimate yourself, Rose.”

They both stopped as they reached the fifth floor landing. Rose rested against the wall and
brushed her hands up her face, resting them at the top of her head, “I can't even think right
now. My head is spinning…”

“Get some sleep,” Mia said, pushing her off towards her door.

“I'll try.”

“The faster you fall asleep, the faster you'll get to those sweet, Scorpius filled dreams,”
Mia reminded her teasingly.

Rose grinned, “I'll try harder then.”

“That's the spirit.”

Rose waved one last time before disappearing into her dorm. Mia smiled to herself as she started
up the stairs again. She felt well happy knowing that she made Rose happy with herself. She hoped
that her friend would start to feel more confident with herself as a result of tonight, and she
hoped that her and Scorpius would continue meeting up for both their sakes.

As she made it into her room and started to get ready for bed, she couldn't get the thought
of Harry Potter off her mind. She hadn't been stared at so blatantly like that since her first
day here.

Like her first day with Hermione, she would tell herself to forget about their interaction.
However, that wouldn't stop her from wondering *why*.

…

Ten minutes had passed since the kids had went upstairs to bed, yet Harry was still downstairs
in the common room. He had fallen back onto one of the plump sofa chairs, and was staring into the
fire, lost in thought. He knew that he needed to get back to work and that his colleagues needed
him in mint condition so that they could figure out who exactly was trying to get into Hogwarts
uninvited, but he couldn't get his mind to properly think about anything but Amia.

Their Lilly was so big now. Hermione had been right, they had a girl that looked exactly like
her. He couldn't believe that he'd had a part in creating someone so beautiful. He had of
course had these feelings of fatherly affection towards his two sons, but in this case it was
different. Like he had always felt a pull of longing and now that pull was satisfied.

He closed his eyes desperately as he remembered back to the first time he'd seen his
daughter nearly seventeen years ago. All the love he'd felt for her then was flowing through
him once more, now accompanied with a sense of relief. At least she was safe. At least they'd
made it to this point-

“Harry?”

Harry jumped in his seat. He quickly rubbed at his eyes before looking up to the auror
addressing him. “Yes Harper. What is it?”

“We found something that we thought you should take a look at.”

Harry readjusted his glasses, getting his mind back to business as he stood, “What?”

“There's a magical residue that has been left on the front doors. It's different than a
normal wand residue though,” Harper told him, his confusion evident on his face, “We have it
bottled up but McKinley still wants you to come look.”

Harry nodded, “I'll go. Can you stay here and watch the common room until someone comes to
replace you?”

“Yes sir,” Harper agreed, taking his wand out.

Harry started for the portrait hole but then turned around as he thought of something else, “And
keep a close eye on the girl's staircase, will you?”

“Yes sir.”

Harry thanked him before he left through the portrait hole, scrubbing a tired hand over his
face. He didn't like the idea of anyone harmful in the castle when Mia was sleeping peacefully
in an upstairs dormitory. If anything, tonight was a testament to how he would do anything and
everything to protect his daughter. The promise he'd made to her and himself seventeen years
ago hadn't changed at all. He was still going to do anything and everything to protect her, no
matter what that meant for him.

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17. The Dark Mark Over Hogsmeade
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 17: A Belligerent Surprise**

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Rose walked into the Great Hall the next morning ready to load a plate full of the elves'
delicious cooking. She was absolutely famished after last night and was hoping that her slight
headache would disappear after some nutrition. She was somewhat surprised to see everyone at their
tables already gossiping heavily but then was reminded why when she caught sight of two aurors
flanking both ends of the staff table.

Transfixed on the stone cold face of one of the aurors, Rose sat down at an open seat at the
Gryffindor table, coincidentally right across from her cousin and his two friends.

James raised an eyebrow, “Well if isn't the little rule-breaker herself. And to think all
these years I thought you were just a royal prefect in the making… you're really just a late
bloomer.”

Rose turned to look at him, a dark blush already creeping up her face. “Thanks for covering for
us last night,” she mumbled.

“Oh no worries. It's not like you could've been potentially dead or kidnapped or
anything. Lying to my dad- no big deal.”

“We had no idea this was going on when we came back,” she replied shamefacedly.

James shrugged like it really was no big deal as he piled some food onto his fork, “Where did
you guys go anyway?”

Rose bit her lip, “Um, Hogsmeade.”

The food on James's fork fell off an inch away from his lips, “What were you doing in
Hogsmeade?”

Automatically Rose looked past her cousin over to the Slytherin table. The boy who had
completely flipped her world upside down last night was sitting with his back facing her. She
sighed, really wishing he had chosen to sit in the opposite direction. “Just girl stuff…” she
finally said.

James scowled, “*Girl stuff*? You do girl stuff?”

Rose narrowed her eyes, “I am a girl.”

“I guess…”

Rose ignored him and started to pull some food onto her plate. She had just begun eating when
she noticed Carson nudge James,

“Oi, it's Professor McGonagall,” the boy whispered as McGonagall made her way past them,
“She doesn't look to chipper…”

“What, is she supposed to be thrilled that someone's trying to break into her castle?”

James smirked at his friend, “Good one, Trev.”

Rose noted the two aurors become more fierce at the ends of the staff table as McGonagall made
her way to the podium at the front. Once she was situated looking out over the gossiping hall, she
tapped her wand and cleared her throat.

“Students, if I could have your attention please, I have an important announcement.”

The hall immediately became quiet sans the initial clattering of dropped silverware. McGonagall
almost looked apprehensive to continue once she had the students' attention.

“Following last night's attempted break-in, some new security measures will be put into
place. Aurors from the Ministry will be stationed here to insure the castle's safety, should
last night's perpetrator try to strike again. Please do not try and interfere with the job
these aurors are assigned to do. They shall be treated with respect and if they give an order you
will be expected to follow it.”

Rose turned to her cousin, “Do you think Uncle Harry will be stationed here?”

“Hopefully,” James muttered back.

“Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology students should now wait in the entrance hall for
Professor Hagrid and Professor Longbottom to collect them. Quidditch players should also wait in
the entrance hall for Madame Hooch to escort them to the pitch.”

McGonagall went on to restrict students from leaving the castle, especially on their own, and
stressed the importance of not entering the Forbidden forest. Her eyes shot over to the Gryffindor
table as she gave this warning, causing James, Trevor, and Carson to look away immediately.

“Lastly, next weekend's Hogsmeade trip is cancelled until further notice.”

McGonagall raised her hand as groans emitted around the hall, “This is all until the Aurors
clear that Hogwarts is 100% safe from any opposing threats. There is no reason to fear students,
but please be extra cautious. And finally, if you see anything suspicious, please report it to an
auror or a member of staff. Good day.”

As the rest of the students in the hall began picking up their forks and discussing the
announcement, Rose sat quietly in thought for a few seconds. She sent a nervous glance at her
cousin. “James?”

“What?”

“Who do you think was trying to break-in?”

James swallowed before shrugging, “It could've been anyone…”

“You…” Rose started, her voice considerably quieter, “You don't think it's anyone from
the last War, do you?”

James froze and glanced up to meet his cousin's stare. He set his fork down, “Like death
eaters?”

Rose shrugged, almost defensively, “They were the last ones to break into the castle.”

“That was *years* ago, Rose.”

“I know… It was just a thought…”

James sighed and glanced at his friends to make sure they weren't paying attention, “Look,
all those wizards are either dead or in jail by now. I don't know who was trying to break in
last night but I'm sure it wasn't anyone from that group.”

Rose nodded but James could see that her mind was still running wild with the possibilities.

“Look, my dad probably is going to get stationed here *and* your mum's here. They
won't let anything happen to us.”

“I'm not worried,” Rose said honestly, “Just curious.”

As she finished speaking, she shot a look up to her mum at the staff table. She couldn't
help but notice with a pang of worry that her mother looked quite anxious. She was staring blankly
at her food, not eating any of it just pushing it around with her fork. Every few seconds her eyes
would raise to look at the entrance of the hall and slide over to the Gryffindor table before she
looked back at her depressing looking meal.

Rose was still busy observing her mum when James went on, “Speaking of curiosity, where's
Mia anyway?”

“Sleeping still.”

James raised a eyebrow, “Is girl stuff really that tiring of an activity?”

Rose smirked, “Yes.”

“I can't believe you snuck out of the castle before I did this term,” he muttered, shaking
his head, “Now I'm compelled to catch up.”

“It wasn't my idea. Amia gets all the credit for last night.”

“Her rule-breaking makes me proud. It's almost like we're related.”

“Rule-breaking is your mutual area of expertise,” Rose agreed.

James grinned, “And it looks like you're starting to catch on.”

She smiled coyly, “Maybe.”

With the tense air of suspicion cleared from the table, Rose finished eating her breakfast
rather quickly while keeping up a casual conversation with the boys. After a few minutes of sitting
with a cleared plate in front of her, she felt the grip of her Scorpius filled thoughts start to
push their way into her mind. She knew she wouldn't last long acting normal while thinking
about him in front of her cousin, so she eventually excused herself from the table with a promise
to see James later.

As she made her way out of the hall and towards the staircase, already thinking of the young
Malfoy, a voice called out to her.

“Rose!”

Rose spun around quickly and saw her uncle hurrying up to her, looking like he just came in from
the grounds.

“Uncle Harry, is everything okay?”

“I was wondering if I could have a word,” Harry said, coming to stop in front of her.

Rose bit the inside of her cheek, trying to fight off the nerves. She had a feeling she knew
what her uncle was here for… “Yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?”

“Did you know that Professor Longbottom locks up the greenhouses every night at 7?” Harry asked,
his stare unwavering from hers.

“Uh…”

Harry shook his head as she started to splutter some excuse, “I'm not here to get you in
trouble Rose. You're quite lucky I'm choosing not to tell your mother, but I'll only do
that if you promise to do something for me.”

She swallowed nervously, “What?”

“I don't want to hear any more stories of you sneaking out of the castle,” he said with a
stern look, “Someone tried to break in last night and that's very serious. If you're out
running around when they try it again, who knows what'll happen.”

Rose momentarily forgot about her own embarrassment, concerned about something else, “You think
this is going to happen again?”

Harry shrugged, “I hope not Rosie. But for now promise me that you'll stay in bounds and be
careful.”

“I promise.”

Harry lingered for a moments before staring back into his niece's eyes, “Will you pass along
the message to your friend as well? It's important that she understands that she can't go
wandering around or leave the castle at night.”

She nodded, “Sure, I'll tell Mia.”

“Make sure that she listens,” Harry pressed.

“I will.”

“I know that she may be thinking she's in less danger because she's a transfer student,
but that's not the case. She could just as easily be hurt or targeted as anyone else.”

Rose let out an awkward laugh as she agreed again, “Okay, I'll tell her.”

Harry paused as he realized he might've come off a tad too tenacious. He sighed, biting back
an additional rambling. “Alright sweetheart, I'll let you get on with your day.”

“Bye Uncle Harry. Good luck with everything,” she said before giving him a hug and continuing on
her way towards the stairs. Harry watched her go, hoping that the first thing she'd do was tell
Amia his warning.

…

Rose couldn't find Amia in her room when she first got back to the common room. She spent an
hour or so reading in her room, trying to not think about Scorpius too hard before she gave up and
went back to look for Mia. Again, her room was empty of her, so she headed downstairs to search out
where her friend could possibly be.

She was just checking over by the study cubicles when Hugo ran in from the portrait hole, “Rose!
Rose!”

“What?” she asked, giving her panting brother a weird look.

“You… won't… believe…”

She started to roll her eyes, “Hugo, I'm busy-”

“Dad's here! He wanted me to come get you!”

“Dad's here?” Rose repeated, now looking at her brother with much more interest.

“Yeah,” Hugo said, now grinning, “In Mum's office. Come on! We're trying to surprise
her!”

Rose frowned, her curiosity plaguing her as she followed Hugo running off ahead of her.

…

Hermione must've looked like a zombie walking back to her classroom in the trance she was
in. She'd had so much worry and anxiety built up in her from not being able to see Amia this
morning. She needed to know if she was okay after the near break-in last night, and it was
absolutely tearing her insanity to pieces that she hadn't seen or heard from her yet. She
figured that she would wait in her office for Harry to see if he had any new details to share with
her before going on a search for her. She knew she wouldn't be able to do anything productive
until she saw her.

Hermione finally made it back to her classroom a few minutes later. She heard voices as she
started to open the door. Her heart fluttered with the hope that it was Mia inside.

She opened the door and hastily came inside. She could only imagine the distraught expression on
her face when she saw that it wasn't who she'd been hoping for- not in the very least.

“What's going on?” Hermione asked flatly, absently closing the door behind her. She
didn't travel any further into the room.

Ron turned around with a big smile on his face, “Hey love, there you are!”

“What are you doing here?” she asked again, her tone not becoming any more enlivened.

“Came to surprise you for your birthday!” Ron announced, walking down the aisle to her. He got
there faster than she hoped he would and before she knew it, he leaned down with his lips puckered.
She turned her head just in the knick of time so that he could only capture cheek.

“My birthday was yesterday, Ron,” she said, wiggling out of his arms and stepping around him.
She took a few steps up the aisle towards Rose and Hugo and noticed with a pang of guilt that they
look quite happy to see their father present today.

“I knew that!” Ron said, coming to catch up with her. He stopped in front of her again, “Er, I-I
had some work obligations yesterday. But today I told McGregor that there was no way I was working
because I was coming to spend the day with my wife and kids.”

Ron turned back and shot a winning grin at Rose and Hugo. When he turned back to Hermione though
he was caught with her glare of total disbelief. Did he really expect her to believe this bullshit?
What the hell was he doing putting up this kind of charade in front of the kids? She was positive
that he should have been served the divorce papers by now… this was only going to make it so much
more difficult to break the news to the kids.

“We got so much to catch up on Dad!” Hugo yelled in excitement, running down the aisle and
wrapping his arms around Ron's waist.

“Yeah we do,” Hermione muttered dryly as Ron swung Hugo around.

“Yeah, yeah and I want to hear all about it! First though, let's have Mum open her
present.”

Hermione frowned as she watched Ron grin and pull out a box from inside his robes.

“You didn't have to get me anything Ron,” she muttered, taking the box only because Rose and
Hugo were standing there waiting for her to do so.

“'Course I did. I spent ages looking for the right one, so go on and open it!”

With a defeated sigh, Hermione sank down into one of the empty desk chairs. She pulled back to
the top of the box and saw a flashy pearl bracelet laying inside.

“Wow Mum, that's really pretty,” Rose said, staring at her mum for her reaction.

Hugo frowned at his sister, “It's a bracelet…”

Ron laughed as he ruffled his son's hair, “Come on mate, you know how women are with
jewellery.”

Hermione bit her lip before closing the box and setting it on the table. She found it hard to
feign sincerity as she looked up at Ron, “Thank you.”

“Come on, I'll put it on you,” he said as he bent down and grabbed the box.

“Oh, I-” Hermione immediately protested, one hand instantly going over her other bracelet to
protect it.

Ron pulled her hand off, trying to get Harry's gift off her, “It has to be a sight better
than this old thing-”

“No!” Hermione pulled her hand back into her chest right away from Ron's overpowering grip.
He frowned as she quickly thought of something to say.

“Uh, it's more of a going out bracelet. Too formal to just be wearing around the
office.”

Ron stared at her for a second before shrugging in defeat, “Alright well don't say I
didn't try.”

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at his tone, “No Ron, your effort was duly
noted.”

Identical frowns came over Ron and Rose's faces while Hugo stood there looking back and
forth between his parents, clearly confused. Hermione felt like she was quickly melting under
everyone's stares so she cleared her throat and looked to Rose.

“Um, so did you have trouble sleeping last night Rose? I noticed you weren't in the Room of
Requirement with Hugo…”

“Oh… uh,” her eyes flashed off to the corner of the classroom as the first excuse she could
think of came to her, “Mia and I were studying late last night so… we just decided to stay in.”

Hugo frowned, “But Uncle Harry said he couldn't find you. Or Mia. He was going mental about
it…”

Both her parents looked to her for her response while Rose glared at her little brother, “We
were in the library.”

“So is Mia still sleeping?” Hermione asked, taking the chance to break up the start of a fight
so that she could inquire about her missing daughter.

Rose shrugged, “I don't know where she is actually. She was still asleep when I went to
breakfast but she was gone when I came back.”

Worry immediately came over Hermione, “Maybe… she's doing some more studying…”

“Well wherever this girl is, I'm sure she's not half as concerned about you as you are
her. Who's up for a picnic on the pitch?” Ron asked, trying to revitalize the excitement within
the group.

“ME!” Hugo screamed.

Hermione though instantly shook her head, “They just ate Ronald. And no students are supposed to
be down by the pitch unless it's for quidditch practice.”

Ron scoffed with a grin, looking back at his kids, “Well I'm sure those rules change if
they're supervised by their mother, the transfiguration professor. And a Weasley is never not
hungry. Right Hugh?”

“Right!”

“Ron they can't go.”

“Says who?”


“Says *me*,” she answered, anger pressing in on her short patience, “They are students at this
school- they can't go around doing whatever they want because I'm they're professor.
They have *rules* to follow Ron. It's understandable that you wouldn't have a proper
grasp on that, but don't teach our children that they don't have to care about
restrictions!”

An offensive look came over Ron's reddening face, “Bloody hell Hermione, I'm not trying
to teach them to fuck all and do what they want. I just thought we could spend a nice day together
for you birthday. Isn't that what families are supposed to do?”

“My birthday was yesterday, and do you *really* have to ask that?” Hermione finished, now
glaring at him.

Ron glared back, “I was being rhetorical.”

“You wouldn't know rhetorical if it hit you in the face-”

“You guys it's fine!” Rose yelled, fed up with her parents fighting already. “We can stay
here…” She couldn't believe she was breaking up fights this early in her father's visit.
Why did her mum always insist on shooting her father down?

“Aw, but do we still get to have a picnic?”

“Sure, that sounds fun,” Rose said, nodding at her brother.

“I gotta head down to the kitchens to get the food first,” Ron muttered, noticeably less
animated.

Hugo brightened, “Can I come?”

“Sure mate.”

“You three go,” Hermione said to them, standing up from her seat, “I'll stay here and set
up.”

Rose snorted quietly, “Fine by me. Let's go.”

Hermione stared after her daughter, knowing that she was angry with her for the fight. Her
emotions then turned and suddenly she was shaking her head with the anger Ron made her feel. She
hated how he could so easily show up and win their children over while making her out to be the bad
guy. She was frustrated to begin with- she definitely didn't need this from him today. Not when
she still hadn't heard from Harry about any new developments, and still didn't know where
Amia was.

…

Hermione made a noticeable effort to be more cordial and happy when her family returned about an
hour later. Being polite was tough though because Ron picked up on her efforts after not too long
and started trying to be closer.

As they nibbled on the food, they talked about Hugo and quidditch, Ron and his work, Rose's
prefect duties, and about what the rest of the Weasley clan were up to. At every opportunity,
Hermione steered the conversation away from her so that she didn't have to talk much. Finally
once it had started to get later in the day, Ron told the kids to run along so that he and Hermione
can have some time alone.

“Bye Daddy,” Rose said, giving her father a tight hug.

Ron kissed her head, “Bye love. Write me, yeah?”

“Alright.”

“You as well, Hugh. I want to hear all about your upcoming quidditch season. I know you'll
make the team.”

Hugo grinned and let Ron ruffle his hair, “Thanks Dad.”

“Off you go.”

“See you tomorrow Mum!” Hugo said before the two headed out of the room.

Hermione let out an edgy breath as Ron rounded on her, “What do you say you and I head into
London? We can get dinner out, head back to the house…”

Hermione quickly took a step away from him, “Why are you doing this? It's only going to make
it so much harder to tell them.”

Ron went rigid. The façade suddenly fell from his features, “Tell them what? There's nothing
to tell them.”

“No?” she scoffed, “So when I don't show up at the house for winter hols, they're just
going to connect the dots themselves, are they?”

Ron rolled his eyes, “Don't be ridiculous Hermione.”

“I'm not being ridiculous. You need to stop acting like the perfect husband you've
*never* been so we can tell them the truth!”

“We're not going to tell them anything,” he charged in with a tone that made it seem like
he'd come to this conclusion long ago, “My kids are not going to be children of divorce. I
refuse to let that happen.”

“You should have thought about that before you cheated on me- cheated on them.”

“I never cheated on them!”

This time Hermione was the one to roll her eyes, “Right, and all those times in the past year
when you promised to spend time with them, promised to take them here and there and then just never
showed up because of your *work*- that's not cheating on them?”

“Don't accuse me of being a bad father!” Ron exploded, pointing a quaking finger at her.

She wasn't intimidated, “That *is* a bad father Ron! I'm not saying you don't
love them unconditionally but come on! You think they'll hate me for divorcing you? What about
when they find out why I divorced you? You think you'll be applauded for stepping out on our
marriage?”

Ron was in a rage now, “YOU CAN'T TELL THEM!”

“They have every right to know why their parents are splitting up. You should be a proper man
and tell them yourself!”

“Hermione, if you'd stop being so fucking judgemental then you'd see that we can fix
this. We've put our fighting behind us before, we can do it again. For Rose and Hugo.”

She shook her head, fighting back her tears of anger as she thought of the terrible mistake
she'd thrown herself into all those years ago. It was wrong then and it was wrong now. There
was no way she was going to make the same mistake twice.

“I don't want to do it again. I don't want to be with you anymore.”

“You're being selfish-”

“Don't call me selfish, Ron. Not after what you did.”

“Will you *stop* bringing that up! I've left her- I'm not going to do it
again.”

“I don't care what you do anymore, Ron. The only thing I want from you is to sign the
divorce papers so that we can both move on from this.”

Ron completely disregarded her wish, “I'm not signing anything!”

“Then I'll find another way to divorce you! You can't stop me!” Hermione finished,
making her way back towards the door. This conversation clearly wasn't going anywhere and she
didn't want to spend one extra second with Ron that she didn't have to.

“Don't walk away from me!” he yelled, stalking behind her.

“Our conversation is done. I want you to go-”

Right as Hermione opened the door, Ron came up from behind her and swung her around by the
elbow. He pushed her back into the door, angry words on the tip of his tongue and his hand still
gripped tightly on her elbow.

“Let go!” Hermione yelled, appalled that he would even think about touching her so violently.
She yanked her elbow free but Ron bolstered and took a step forward.

“Listen to me- Harry!”

Ron's face went considerably redder as Hermione's heart sank. *No…* She had wanted
Harry to hurry up and come see her but this was the last thing she wanted him to walk in on.

Slowly Hermione turned around to face Harry, who was standing there staring dangerously over
her, obviously straight at Ron. She hadn't seen this look on him in a long time.

Nervously she cleared her throat, knowing that it'd be up to her to calm him down, “Harry,
is something wrong?”

Harry didn't look at her as he answered, “We've been ordered to put protective spells on
each of the classrooms.”

At that, Ron nodded and grabbed Hermione's wrist, “Alright, we'll leave you to it.” He
tried to lead Hermione out of the door with him but neither Hermione or Harry moved out of their
spots.

Harry ever so subtly shook his head, “I think it's time for you to leave, Ron.”

Ron frowned at his friend, “What?”

“The aurors on patrol are under orders to detain anyone in the castle that's not a student
or Hogwarts staff member. Seeing as your neither, they might take your presence as suspicious.”

Ron snorted, obviously taken aback, “Mate I'm visiting my wife for her birthday.”

“Ex-wife and her birthday was yesterday.”

The colour rose back in Ron's face. He looked down to Hermione and then back up to Harry,
where his stare lingered for a few seconds. Hermione was nervous to see where this staring match
would lead, but was relieved to see Ron scoff before letting go of her and brushing past Harry
without so much of another `this isn't over'.

It took her a few moments to get over Ron's departure before she hocked up the courage to
look at Harry. She bit her lip shamefacedly, “I'm sorry-”

“Don't be,” Harry said easily, squeezing her hand gently on his way into the classroom.

Hermione sucked in a shaky breath before closing the door and turning to follow Harry inside.
She was easier approaching him then she had been with Ron, “So… any news?”

Harry leaned against one of the desks as he shook his head grimly, “No leads, no ideas on any
leads.”

Hermione felt her heart drop, “That's it?” she pressed, “There's no idea on who
could've possibly tried to break in last night?”

Harry shrugged feeling useless that he wasn't able to supply her with more answers,
“There's ideas it's just I don't know who could be behind those ideas.”

“Meaning?”

Harry sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to avoid this for much longer, “We found a magical
residue left on the front doors.”

“Wand residue? That means you can retract the person's magical signature!” Hermione said,
feeling her hopes lift.

Harry though shook his head, “It's more complex than just remains off of one
wand.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well what was left on the door was a mixture of several different magical signatures.”

Hermione frowned, “So what, there was a group of people trying to break in?”

Again, Harry shrugged, “I don't know. I have a few theories but there is really no evidence
at the time to back any of them up. We've searched through the grounds, asked around in
Hogsmeade for any suspicious characters… we've come up with nothing so far.”

“Maybe… maybe something will come up over the next couple days…” Hermione mumbled, now thinking
to herself of possible ideas.

Harry ran a hand through his hair as he nodded, “Hopefully.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, “You don't look too optimistic.”

He shrugged, “Just a lot on my mind.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked, taking another step closer. They were only a couple
inches away from each other now, and the tone was much quieter.

He sent her a look and knew that she was the only person he could really talk to about what was
on his mind right now… or more specifically who.

“I met her last night.”

Hermione sucked in a breath, “Mia?”

Harry nodded, “She really is something, isn't she?”

“Yes… she's amazing.”

He let out a long-winded breath while staring down into his lap, “I understand your reaction
more now. I can't believe you have enough control to interact with her without being just
completely taken by her.”

Hermione let out a soft laugh, “Master of self-control after all these years…”

Harry looked at her. She was so close he could smell her. “Yeah…”

Hermione glanced away, withering under Harry's intense look, “Did you talk to her much?”

“She came in with Rose, and James was there… I-I didn't expect her to look so much like
you.”

Hermione could see the pain behind his eyes and hear it in his voice. She reached forward and
grabbed his hand, trying to pull him out of the tirade of guilt and fantasies she knew he'd be
collapsing into.

“You okay?”

Harry was quiet for a couple seconds before he squeezed her hand back and looked up into her
eyes, “I want you to keep an eye on her.”

Hermione frowned, “What?”

“I think it's just best if Amia were to be looked after for the time being. Just until we
get a lead on whoever might've tried to break in.”

Hermione felt like a truck had hit her. Her hand slowly slipped out of Harry's and she took
a step back, “You- you think this is related to Amia?”

Harry could see the potential devastation waiting to crash in upon her. Quickly he rectified
himself, “I didn't say that. I just think that we should take some extra precautions now that
she's here.”

Hermione stayed silent, her mouth open and her mind in a whirlwind. A savage battle of could it
be possible was raging in her head.

“Hermione?” Harry spoke a few seconds later, standing from the desk and coming up to grab her
shoulders just in case she became unstable on her feet.

“D-Do you think th-those people would still be looking out for her? Even though they think
she's dead?”

Harry shook his head, “I don't know. I don't know how they would know she is here.”

“They- they can't know,” Hermione muttered frantically, “There's too many grey areas.
They'd have to know about the Cooper's, but if they knew about the Cooper's they would
have done something by now.” She felt herself falling into a tizzy. Her stomach was hurting, her
head was pounding… she was waiting for someone to pinch her. “Right?” she asked after she heard
nothing from Harry.

Harry looked helpless, “Hermione, I honestly don't know. I didn't tell you this to scare
you- I just wanted to tell you just in case.”

She let out a deep breath, trying to calm down, “Right.”

Harry didn't know what else to do. Seeing her like this brought back too many memories. He
pulled her into a hug, “Please don't work yourself up over this.”

She sucked in another shaky breath, shaking her head into his shoulder, “Will you let me know
what you find out?”

Harry nodded, “Whenever I get new information, I'll be here.”

“Thank you.”

They were both so taken by each other's embrace that when the door to her classroom opened
again, they sprang apart from each other as if they had been doing something a little more
serious.

Amia stood in the open doorway dressed in a navy Avalon hoodie and light denim shorts looking
embarrassed.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Amia! What are you doing here?”

Mia shuffled in her spot looking back and forth between Harry and Hermione before she held up a
scroll of parchment, “Uh, I just wanted to give you the homework I missed from Friday.”

“Oh,” Hermione sounded, letting out the deep breath she'd been holding. She scanned Mia over
a few times before stepping forward and accepting the homework, “Okay.”

Mia lingered awkwardly after Hermione had taken the scroll. She couldn't help but notice
James's dad staring at her in the same way he had been last night. Nervously she glanced down
at herself. Maybe he was weirded out by what she was wearing? She pulled the hood off her head but
that didn't change his stare. He was looking at her face, staring right into her eyes. She then
frowned wondering why this man was being so audacious. Had James told him a story about her or
something?

She glanced to Hermione and found her also looking at Harry, somewhat apprehensively. Mia bit
her lip concluding that maybe she had walked in on more than just a hug. She stuffed her hands
inside her hoodie pocket and started backing away.

“So I'm just going to go. Um, see you tomorrow.” Amia had turned and was about to walk out
of the class when the auror stopped her.

“Do you need someone to walk you back?”

Amia slowly turned back around, “Er, no. Just continue what you were doing. Have a nice
afternoon.”

“Bye,” Hermione whispered before looking back to Harry, who was now staring at the closed door,
clearly disappointed.

“Harry… is she going to be okay?”

Harry was silent for a few seconds. After what seemed like forever to her, he turned to her and
grabbed her hand, “Hermione we killed ourselves 17 years ago trying to protect her. She-she's
still my daughter. I'll still do anything to protect her.”

Hermione squeezed his hand and nodded, “I trust you.”

“There's a good chance that this has nothing to do with her. The people that wanted her way
back then have probably forgotten about her potential power by now. I just don't think it's
necessary to take any risks with her.”

She nodded, “I agree. We can't leave any room for the possibility of it.”

Harry then lifted her hand to his chest, holding it right over his heart. It's what he used
to do when he was vying for her trust. “I promise I'll do everything I can to figure this
out.”

“I'm glad you're here,” she whispered, “I feel a lot safer already.”

“I'm here as long as you want me, Hermione.”

Hermione gazed into his green eyes with a hint of sad longing. She knew she couldn't say
anything about it… but the truth was she never wanted him to go.

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**Next chapter: BIG, BIG CHAPTER. Hermione finds out what Amia is really doing at Hogwarts and
Amia gets a look into the 17 year old Harry and Hermione.**

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18. If You Really Want to Know
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 18: If You Really Want to Know**

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Hermione waved her last first year of the day off before waving her wand from her desk and
shutting the door. She let out an exhausted breath and sat back in her chair, letting her eyes
drift close.

Harry hadn't left until very late last night so she hadn't gotten much sleep. That, plus
how exhausting it had been putting up a front to her students all day had left her feeling quite
drained. At least the only thing she had left on her agenda today was an evening with Amia and
hopefully another visit from Harry. She knew she shouldn't want him to come see her every day
but she only trusted him to give her the details of what was going on with the issue of who tried
to break into the school.

And she had to admit, it was nice seeing him everyday and knowing that if she needed to unload
on him, she could. She hated to think of how lonely and secluded she'd otherwise be without him
over the past few weeks.

Before Hermione could get too deep in thought, a knock sounded on her door. It opened a moment
later.

The Deputy Headmaster, Professor Denham walked in. “Professor Granger,” he greeted with a stern
nod.

Hermione sent him a light smile, “Good afternoon Canteford.”

Denham turned around, revealing to Hermione a large sleek-haired man at his flank, “This is Dean
Roebuck from Avalon Academy. He's-”

“Amia Cooper's dean,” Hermione supplied, remembering the name from the countless times she
had poured over Amia's files during her first few days at Hogwarts. She frowned and stood up
from her desk as the towering American wizard wearing a lighter version of casual robes and a grim
look stepped forward.

“I'm here to check up on Miss Cooper's progress. I was wondering if you may have a few
moments to discuss her,” he more demanded than asked while pulling out a notepad from his blazer. A
quill appeared in his hand as he looked expectantly at Hermione.

She nodded, “Yes, of course. Please sit down.”

“Thank you.” The Dean took a seat opposite her desk while Professor Denham lingered in the back,
his expression making it out like he felt tortured standing there waiting on the American.

“It's great that you take such an interest in her experience here,” Hermione told him, not
really knowing what else to say.

“Yes well it's regulatory that we monitor students with Miss Cooper's history.”

Hermione frowned, “Her history? I don't understand…”

“Her history being the reason she's here,” Roebuck explained, giving Hermione an odd sort of
look.

“I thought she was only here on an exchange program? To get a different perspective on magical
education?”

The man looked away while nodding yieldingly, “All part of the positive exposure we hoped she
would grasp here.”

Hermione was trying to connect the dots of what the dean was telling her but it just didn't
make sense. *Her history? The positive exposure they hoped she would grasp?*

Dean Roebuck could see that none of this was making sense to Hermione. With a frown of his own,
he sat back in the chair and began clarifying, “Miss Cooper is on suspension from the Academy.
She's here on a disciplinary measure so that she can return to school. I'm here to check on
her progress. If she's not doing well then I'm afraid the consequences will be more dire
for Miss Cooper.”

A frown of total and complete shock took up an overwhelming presence in Hermione's
expression. She almost looked offended by the man's words, but that didn't exactly grasp
how she was feeling. She just couldn't believe it. Amia had been suspended?! The thought was
absolutely absurd! What could she ever do to put herself in so much trouble. No, not her Amia.
There had to be another explanation… something that made more sense.

When she realized that she was borderline glaring at Roebuck, she shook her head, “I'm
sorry… this is just coming as quite a shock. Amia is a wonderful student, a great girl. She's
done so outstanding in her studies. She is definitely one of the brightest girls I've ever
met…” Hermione finished insistently, hoping this would knock some sense into the man. Maybe he
would smile and admit that he was just messing with her…

However, the dean said nothing in response except for write a few things down on his
notepad.

“And of her personal interactions with the other students? Have you noticed any troubles as
she's integrated herself into the school?”

Hermione shook her head again, “No. She's made many friends already. Overall, she's very
sweet.”

He nodded, “And her coursework?”

“Outstanding. Again, she's quite clever. I'm very happy with how enthusiastic she seems
about her education.”

Roebuck shot her an amused look over his notepad. Hermione stared back at him with the serious
look set on her face. Roebuck nodded a second later, “Wonderful. That should be everything, thank
you very much for your time.'

“Can I ask what she did? To be suspended?”

The dean turned back to her slowly, eyeing her charily. Finally he spoke, “She was involved in a
ministry investigation- magic used against a muggle boy. The boy nearly died so parents at Avalon
were concerned of whether or not Amia was stable enough to return to school. Hence her transfer.
I'm pleased to know that she is doing well here.” Not caring to see her reaction, he turned and
strode off down the aisle of desks towards the door.

Professor Denham shot a snide look at Hermione, “Good day Professor.”

Hermione didn't even care to retort. The two men left, abandoning Hermione with the rush of
confusion, shock, and sadness now aching within her. After getting to know Amia over the past few
weeks, she had resolutely conceded to the fact that the girl was no danger at all. Contrarily,
Hermione had decided that Mia was one of the sweetest, friendliest, and most caring persons she had
ever met. Especially with her background.

Just like Harry, Hermione had thought.

Could she really have thought wrong about her?

…

Rose had a little time to spare before going to her prefects meeting so she had agreed to go
along with Mia to the library. She was still a bit upset with her mother from yesterday and
Scorpius still hadn't acknowledged her. In fact she had waved at him in the halls earlier today
and he simply looked at her without waving back or any other inclination of hello.

Amia finally called her out on her sad looks as they found a table in the back, “Why so glum
young Rose? I thought the library would cheer you up?”

Rose shrugged, leaning on the table and putting her chin in her hand, “It just seems that things
have been too good to be true. Saturday was such a great day but it's been terrible since
then.”

“You still on about your mom?” Mia questioned, aware of Rose's disappointment with her
yesterday.

“She hasn't noticed that I'm mad. She's so wrapped up in other things that I have no
idea about,” Rose finished, almost bitterly.

Mia gave her a sympathetic look, “Give her a break. I'm sure there's a reason she's
acting weird.”

“You didn't see how she was treating my dad. He's been really busy with work and when he
finally gets some time off to come see her, she acts like she's so angry at him. I get that he
didn't make it for her birthday but still. She didn't have to be so horrible to him. At
least he tries to make us happy.”

Amia had to bite her lip since she knew that Rose was so upset with her mum's attitude
because she simply didn't know the truth. Yeah that was Hermione's fault, but she
didn't deserved to be so heavily ridiculed. At least Amia knew she was doing as best as she
could at the moment.

“Tough luck. I wish I could do something to help you out,” she said instead.

Rose only shook her head, “I just hope she starts acting normal soon.”

Mia decided not to comment so instead she unrolled her parchment and set up her quill and ink.
“So how's it going with you and Scorpius?” she asked, wanting to keep Rose talking.

Again the red head shook her head depressively, “It's not.”

Amia frowned hard, “Seriously? I thought…”

“Hasn't even looked at me since Saturday night,” she shrugged.

“What?”

“I waved at him today and he just walked away.”

“What the fuck…” Mia muttered, looking away completely outraged.

Rose sighed and shrugged again, “Too good to be true.”

“That doesn't make any sense though…” Mia replied, thinking back to Saturday night.
She'd seen it herself; Rose and Scorpius had completely hit it off. What the hell had happened
since then and now?

Rose though didn't appear to have any energy to sort it out. She looked defeated, “Whatever.
It doesn't matter.”

“I'm sorry Rose,” Mia whispered, truly disappointed that it wasn't going to work out for
her friend.

“It's alright. You were just trying to make me happy.”

Amia gave her another sad look as Rose checked her watch. “I have to go.”

“Have fun. Catch some criminals.”

Rose sent her a half-hearted smile as she stood up, “See you later.”

Amia didn't get over her guilt as she continued working on finishing up her transfiguration
essay for Hermione. She felt to blame since she had been the one so fervently pushing the
Gryffindor and Slytherin together. But what she didn't understand was how Scorpius could admit
having feelings for her, then have those feelings reaffirmed before suddenly ditching her.

She glowered into her essay as she thought about the nasty words she'd have for the boy the
next time she saw him. Rose didn't deserved to have her heart trampled on and she was going to
make sure Scorpius Malfoy understood that.

…

“Alright so what's up with you?” Mia asked, setting down her quill and book and levelling a
look at Hermione. She had been in class for about twenty minutes and so far her teacher hadn't
said a word to her. This was so unlike Hermione who usually allows them to spend the first twenty
minutes talking about their day and other personal matters. Hermione was being oddly distant
tonight and Mia was fed up with the quiet.

Hermione looked at her once before going back to the quizzes she was attempting to grade, “What
do you mean?”

“There's something going on with you,” Amia pushed, “You're being way too quiet.”

Hermione was silent, chewing over whether or not it was the right time to bring up what she
wanted to know. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about Roebuck's visit all afternoon
and the new startling things she'd learned about her daughter as a result. She didn't want
to push Amia into explaining herself… but she wanted- no, needed to know what really happened with
her and the muggle boy.

After a few more moments Hermione set down her own quill and looked at Mia, “Your dean came by
today…”

“My dean? Dean Roebuck?”

“Yeah. He was here to check on your progress.”

Hermione noticed Amia's face pale. She swallowed nervously before asking,

“And what did you tell him?”

Hermione gave her a gentle look, “I told him you were an amazing girl and an outstanding
student. He seemed kind of surprised to hear that though…”

Amia suddenly let out a noisy breath. She sat back in her chair with a defensive glare in her
green eyes, “Look you don't have to be all cryptic. If you want to ask me something then ask.”
Hermione let out a sad breath as she could see the walls being reinforced within her.

“You were involved in an investigation where a muggle boy almost died?”

“Yeah, I was involved. Is that all?”

“What happened Amia?”

The girl went silent. Something changed and Amia suddenly looked ashamed. Hermione's heart
broke as she felt like she was about to hear a confirmation of her worst fears.

“You know you can tell me anything. I'm not going to judge,” Hermione told her, deep down
hoping that Amia already knew that.

Amia though shook her head, “You already are…”

“Mia.” Amia looked up and Hermione shook her head. She didn't break eye contact with her and
eventually saw the resolve break in her disenchanted eyes.

It was a couple more seconds before Amia finally gave up, “I threw a party after school had let
out. We invited our muggle friends to come down too. There's this one boy that had a crush on
me… I always knew but he's pretty shy so I never thought he'd say anything about it. At the
party though, he came up to me… I told him I didn't feel the same way. I thought he was just
going to go home… A few minutes later, I went into my kitchen to get something and I heard… this
thud. I went out into my driveway and he was on the ground… bleeding.”

Hermione put a hand over her mouth as Amia continued not to make eye contact, “There was a ton
of blood so I pulled out my wand and tried to stop the bleeding. Then a car pulled up full of kids
that went to his school… nobody saw him jump, they only saw me trying to heal him.”

“Oh Mia…” Hermione whispered, standing up from her chair and coming around her desk. She sat
down next to her and pulled her into a one armed hug while her hand reached down to take hold of
hers in her lap. “What happened after that?”

“The ambulance came with the muggle police. They took me to the county jail until an officer
from the North American ministry came the next day. They questioned me and decided that I
didn't hurt him.” She shrugged delicately as she finished, causing Hermione's heart to
break for her once more.

“If they concluded that you were really trying to help then why would your school have a problem
letting you continue study?”

Amia's tone was more frustrated this time, “There was a problem with the Veritaserum. I
couldn't admit that I watched him jump and then the board of trustees at the academy thought
that I could've overridden the potion. They thought I was a liar and trying to cover up an
attempted murder.”

An incredulous look came over Hermione's face, “Why would they think that you wanted hurt
him? Could possibly hurt him?”

“I don't know,” she mumbled quickly, looking back into her lap.

Hermione squeezed her hand softly, “How is the boy now?”

“He's better- out of the hospital at least. My friend said she's been seeing him around
so it seems like he's going to fully recover.”

“I'm sure what you did helped, Mia. He could've been in serious trouble if you
weren't there.”

Mia bit her lip, “Maybe.”

Hermione could read the look in her face. *Doesn't change anything*. That was a look
Harry had worn so many times. She squeezed her hand again.

“I really appreciate you having the courage to tell me.”

Mia shook her head, “I didn't think I'd have to tell anyone.”

“I know you don't like talking about it but trust me, it helps to be able to share your
issues with someone,” Hermione told her gently, speaking from her own experience.

“I guess.”

Hermione gave her a soft smile, “Why don't you finish up that paragraph and we'll save
the wand-work for tomorrow.”

She nodded, “Alright.”

Hermione stood up and walked back over to her desk as Amia pulled her textbook to her. She
watched her read from her desk, the soft smile still on her lips. Even though she could tell Mia
was hurting over reliving the upsetting memories, Hermione felt much more relieved. She had only
been trying to help the boy; she was paying the consequences of being wrongly accused, just like
someone else she knew. All though she was upset to learn that her baby had to have this burden
placed upon her, she was glad that it at least led her to Hogwarts.

Amia may not know it but her being suspended was probably the best thing that had ever happened
to Hermione.

…

Harry walked down the corridor leading away from McGonagall's office. He felt frenzied after
explaining to the headmistress what the aurors had discovered today. Harry felt like McGonagall had
taken his news a bit too optimistically because after their meeting she had decided to reinstate
the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend.

Harry felt like that was a bit excessive with the news, but there was still one person he needed
to tell. Hopefully Hermione would be able to convince Professor McGonagall to take a more sober
standing.

Consumed in his own thoughts, Harry wasn't paying attention of his surroundings as he
rounded the corner and collided into someone.

“Sorry.”

Harry sucked in a breath as he realized who it was, “Are you alright?”

Mia gave him a strange look, “Yeah yeah. Didn't mean to bump into you.”

“You should be more cautious walking around here at night. Didn't Rose pass along my
message?”

The girl frowned, slightly offended, “I am being cautious. It's just kind of hard to see
around corners.”

Her appeal made him feel a little stupid. Harry cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah, I suppose.
Right.”

“Right, so I'll just be on my way…”

Mia tried to move around him but Harry, noticing that she looked a little upset, stopped her,
“Do you need me to walk you back to Gryffindor tower?”

“No thanks. I know the way.”

Mia started walking before Harry could say anything else. She got excited thinking she had
successfully evaded the auror before Harry called out to her.

“Amia!”

She spun around, her irritation now evident on her face, “How do you know my name?”

“You're friends with my niece. Look, I know I sound repetitious but it's very important
that you're being as safe as possible. Under no circumstances should you try and leave the
castle alone again, do you understand?”

“Yeah,” Mia responded impatiently.

Harry didn't want to push her any further so he nodded, “Good. Have a nice night.”

Amia turned and headed off down the corridor without another word to Harry. He sighed knowing
that he wasn't earning any brownie points with the girl. He stood there watching her get
further and further off in the distance, wondering how Hermione had managed to get so close to her
while he seemed to just piss her off. Thinking of Hermione though reminded him of who he was going
to see. With another look in Mia's direction, he headed off in the direction of the
transfiguration classroom.

It didn't take him long to get there and when he did, he opened the door without
knocking.

“Hey,” he called to Hermione as he closed the door.

Hermione looked up from where she was cleaning off Amia's desk, “Hey! What are you doing
here?”

“I have some news,” Harry said walking up to her.

Hermione knew it was serious by the look on his face. She didn't waste any time, “Oh… Sit
down,” she said, waving her wand at the books on the desk and sending them zooming off behind her.
Harry sat in Mia's chair while Hermione took the seat opposite him.

“Did you find them?” she whispered anxiously.

“No but we know more about the mixture of signatures left on the door. You remember the cases of
drained magic?”

Hermione thought back to what Harry had told her the day she had gone to see Henry Pettlebone.
“Of course,” she nodded, “Martin McQue and Paul Simon.”

Harry levelled a look into Hermione's eyes, “It was their magic found on the front
doors.”

Hermione frowned, “But their magic was gone I thought?”

“It is and they're still in St. Mungo's. Someone *used* their magic to try and
break into the school.”

She gasped, “Their magic was stolen? But that- that's-”

“Impossible,” Harry said for her, “I thought so too. But how else could their magic reappear
here when they've been under guard in the hospital?”

“Oh my god…” Hermione whispered, her brain in a scramble trying to connect the dots and figure
out what this could mean, “But why would a wizard steal magic? Wouldn't their own signature
come across as well?”

Harry nodded grimly, “There was a total of four individual signatures but so far we only know
who two of them are. We're going through records to try and match the other two. Hopefully by
tomorrow we can know if this really is a death eater reappearance or not.”

Hermione become quiet at the mention of death eaters. Her hands started to shake and she
couldn't help the moisture gathering in her eyes, “Oh… Mia…”

“Hermione, look at me,” Harry said, grabbing her hand on the table, “It's not a for sure
alright? At least now we know that the person behind the magical draining's is the person that
attempted to break in. It doesn't make sense that only McQue and Simon would be targeted…
it's possible that another attack could happen and maybe then we'd be able to find out more
on who this person is. I mean, we're still waiting on McQue and Simon to wake up to give their
reports… hopefully we can get some more solid information on who this person is. They won't
just fall off the charts now- I'm sure they won't stay immobile for long.”

There were definite tears in her eyes now. Hermione looked away from him, waiting for one to
spill over. Harry though felt tortured by Hermione's lack of contact. Gently, he reached
forward and pulled her face back to look at him.

“I promise I'll do everything I can,” he whispered to her.

After a moment of staring Hermione reached up and pulled his hand away from her face. She
didn't let go as she responded, “I know you will Harry.”

Hermione noticed his eyes glance down to their conjoined hands. She observed them too before
regaining her senses and pulling away, “So who's checking to see if the other two signatures
come up in the ministry's records?”

Harry sucked in a breath, trying to calm down his racing heart before answering, “It's a
magical scan going through all of the entries that have ever been recorded within the magical law
enforcement's office. If these people have ever been arrested for a crime, we'll know.”

“When do you think the scan will be complete?”

“I'm not sure. I was actually just going to head back to the office to watch over it.”

Hermione nodded before looking at him thoughtfully, “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No.”

“You should. I know how you are when you're tracking a case…”

She sent him a relaxed smile before standing up, “Kitchens?”

Harry smiled back before nodding, “Sure. I haven't been down there in forever.”

“Come on then.”

Hermione led the way over to the door. She didn't know where this urge had come from but
dinner with Harry sounded nice. And talking over dinner was a lot less harmless than being secluded
in her dark classroom where her mind could possibly run off with her imagination and (dare she
think it), her desires.

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19. If You Really Want to Know Part II
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 19: If You Really Want to Know II**

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**[AN] Just to let you guys know, this story is going to wind up being around +50
chapters.**

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The next day, Amia waited out in the hallway where her Defence class had just let out. She was
standing behind the door, waiting for a certain Slytherin to stop moseying around in the class and
come out already. Finally as the rest of the students started to disappear down the corridor,
Scorpius walked out. Amia pounced.

“Ow!” Scorpius yelled, grabbing the shoulder Mia had just hit him on. He glared at her, “What
was that for?”

“For being a douche bag,” Mia told him snidely, readjusting the bag on your shoulder.

Scorpius frowned even harder, “What the hell is a douche bag?”

“A very insulting name for a dumbass guy.”

Scorpius scoffed, “Well which one am I, a douche bag or a dumbass?”

“You're both,” Amia spat at him relentlessly, glaring at him harder then she'd glared at
anyone in a long time.

The Slytherin rolled his eyes and followed Amia as she began walking down the hall, “Right well
are you going to tell me what I've done wrong to deserve this?”

“You really have to ask?” she shot over her shoulder.

He stopped with an exasperated look on his face. As Amia turned to look at him, she could tell
he knew what this was about.

“It's none of your business Cooper.”

“You're fucking with my friend and where I come from that's every bit of my business,”
she told him, putting as much disgust into her face as she could muster. Her aim was to be a little
harsh with the boy. She wasn't really interested in hearing excuses from him, she just wanted
him to fix what he'd done.

“I haven't done anything to her-”

“Exactly,” Mia exclaimed, coming forward, “you're flat out ignoring her. I don't get it-
you told me yourself you were interested in her.”

“And I am,” Scorpius replied just as rudely.

“Then why haven't you said anything to her since Hogsmeade?”

He paused before shaking his head, “It just hasn't been the right time. Every time I see her
Wesley is with me or she's with her annoying cousin.”

“You're into Rose, not James or your *annoying friend*. Why should they matter?” Amia
asked. Hopefully Scorpius wouldn't waste any time seeing how stupid he sounded.

“Because it's none of their business,” he charged on, “Could you imagine the things
they'd say to people if they saw us together?”

Amia scoffed remembering Rose's own concerns over what her family would have to say about a
Weasley, Malfoy relationship. She shook her head, “You English people care way too much about what
other people think.”

“You don't understand because you're not from here. I'm not ignoring her. I have
every intention to see her again,” Scorpius finished, squaring his shoulders.

A sarcastic look came over her face, “And when's that going to be? At the end of the
semester?” Scorpius narrowed his eyes at her again but she shook her head, “She thinks you've
blown her off.”

“I *haven't*.”

“Well how long are you going to wait to see her again? You know you're not the only one that
has an eye on her.”

That really seemed to do the trick because immediately Scorpius became affronted, “What are you
talking about? Someone else likes her? Is it a Gryffindor? A fifth year?”

“Of course you care now,” she muttered, too low for Scorpius to make it out, “Look I gotta go to
my next lesson. All I'm trying to say is that I know you two are stoked on each other.
Don't be afraid. I'll see you tomorrow.”

Amia didn't have any more time to convince him so she turned and started walking. Scorpius
stood there, a few emotions passing over his face as he watched the American go. Eventually, he
came back to reality and walked away himself.

…

Professor Binns speech went on forever before finally he assigned reading for the class to do.
Amia wasn't totally minding out on the lesson today. They happened to be talking about Harry
Potter and the Great War. She actually found it all immensely interesting, not just because the
subject of their topic himself had been giving Mia some pretty odd looks lately, but because they
had never taught this material at Avalon.

As she opened the book and began reading about the Boy-Who-Conquered, she got really into his
story. She read about his life with the Dursley's, about his immense powers developing early
on, making it hard for other students to understand him and treat him normal… just like her.

A new found respect for her friend's father started to harbour in her. She felt like she
could somewhat relate to not having a family to rely on and having to make tough decisions at such
a young age. And feeling like a nuisance… she could very much understand where he was coming from
there. Apparently he had lost his mentors, first Sirius Black and then his old Headmaster, Albus
Dumbledore, at very young ages. Kind of like how she lost her father when she was ten, and then
just recently her friends, the only people who understood her.

She read up a bit on Harry's tense relationship with an old potion's master at the
school, Severus Snape, before turning the page, excited to get to the part where he left to fight
Lord Voldemort.

She gasped as her turned page fell over to reveal a picture of Harry Potter in his sixth year.
He was standing out by the lake with his two best friends.

Amia sat there for a few solid moments, her eyes transfixed on the face of Hermione Granger… her
transfiguration teacher… the girl with a face so very much like her own.

She let out an awed breath as she continued to take in the image of her sixteen year old
professor. *They were even the same height*… Amia thought as she scanned Hermione from head to
toe. In the picture, Hermione was smiling, leaning into Harry with a book clutched against her
chest. Ron Weasley was standing on the other side of Harry and Hermione waving and grinning at the
camera. She watched as the picture Hermione would glance at Harry, bite her lip, and then turn back
and smile at the camera again.

By now, Amia's mouth was open as she continued to stare at the picture. She figured she was
so transfixed on the image because she had never seen anyone that resembled her. Hell, she
didn't even look like her parents and they were her blood! She had always figured that she was
just a bunch of random features thrown together into one girl… but here Hermione was looking pretty
much identical to the random girl she thought herself to be. A brief thought flitted through her
head wondering if Hermione had ever noticed their resemblance.

Amia heard Tabitha Temple's reaction as she turned the page and also saw the picture.

“Whoa…”

Amia looked up and found the Gryffindor girl to be staring at her. She shrugged before looking
back down to her book. She forced herself to look past the picture and continue reading.

Though, she couldn't hide the emotions she was feeling deep down. She felt… pleased… by the
resemblance that her and Hermione shared.

Hermione was a really nice lady. Mia had come to enjoy their lessons together and now felt like
Hermione was an adult she could talk to if she ever needed anything. Amia trusted Hermione, and she
had never ever felt that way about any other adult.

She'd *rather* look like her than her own mother.

…

Amia was having a difficult time concentrating in her lesson that evening. The wand-work that
the had postponed from yesterday was transfiguring oil into water. Yesterday she didn't think
she'd have any problem with it but so far she'd yet to produce a clean glass of water.

Hermione watched as Mia tried again, clearly able to tell that there were other things on the
girl's mind. She flicked her wand again, and once more the water was still a little murky.

“You've almost got it Mia. Really concentrate…” Hermione encouraged, setting the glass back
to oil again. Her wand movement was perfect, it was just a matter of exuding her magic
properly.

Mia let out a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. Once she opened them, she stared
fiercely at the glass in front of her, “*Purificato*!”

The magic hit the glass but left the revamped liquid even murkier than before. Amia fell back in
her chair and let out a frustrated sigh.

“This is useless!”

Hermione patted her arm, trying to comfort her, “Let's take a break.”

“I shouldn't have to take a break- I know I can do this!”

“I do too, but sometimes it helps to calm down and take a fresh approach,” Hermione told her,
coming to sit next to her, “Now, is there something on your mind?”

Amia bit her lip and looked at her. Now that she'd ask, Amia let herself think back to her
History of Magic lesson earlier that day. After moving on from the photograph, she'd gone on to
read about the trio's fight against Lord Voldemort and their ultimate victory. After the
detailing of the battle at Hogwarts (Amia had been extra fascinated to read about the fight that
had gone on within the school's walls), the chapter finished with brief descriptions of what
the three friends did after the war. Hermione's story, however, had been less irrefutable than
the other two.

“Well… there is something actually.”

Hermione nodded, “What about?”

Mia set down her wand on the table as she thought of how to approach her question, “Well we were
doing a report on Harry Potter in History of Magic today as a part of learning about the second
war…”

Hermione snorted, a bemused smile on her face, “Harry hated it when he found out that Binns had
included him in his curriculum.”

“I found it really interesting learning about him,” Amia replied, watching her carefully for her
reaction.

She nodded casually, “He's definitely had an interesting life…”

“There was even some stuff about you in the text book.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, “About me?”

“Yeah. There's this crazy picture in there…” Amia reached under the desk to pull out her
book from her bag. She flipped open to the bookmarked page and pushed the book over to
Hermione.

Her extremities went numb as she saw the picture Amia had been referring to.

“Have you ever realized that we looked so much alike?” Amia asked with a light laugh. She looked
to Hermione, expecting her teacher to look back at her and also laugh in amazement.

She didn't though. Instead, she did something Mia didn't at all expect.

Hermione stood up and cleared her throat before closing the book gently and walking back to her
desk. She didn't turn around, afraid that Amia would see the pained expression frozen
there.

“Are you ready to try again?” she asked with her back still turned to her.

“Um, well actually there was something I wanted to ask you.”

Hermione shook her head, “Some other time. It's getting late.”

Amia frowned, not ready to give up, “But it's what I've been wanting to ask you all
lesson…”

Hermione let out a torturous sigh before she turned around, “What?”

The excitement was evident in Amia's eyes as she spoke, “It goes off to talk a little bit
about what you guys all did after the war. It said that Harry Potter went away for auror training
in America for a year. But it said that you went away for a while too. Where did you go?”

Her stomach plunged, “I went to America too.”

“Really?” Amia asked, grinning in interest, “Where at?”

Hermione's eyes were stuck on her first-born's, “Boston.”

“Boston! I've been there. My dad is an alumni of the muggle university there, Harvard. I
went on a tour with him when I was younger. He's always wanted me to end up there too.”

She fought back the sob, “I went to Harvard.”

“Really? What'd you study?”

Was it just her or was the room spinning? “Not much of anything really. I was only there for a
semester.”

“Oh. How come you didn't stay for longer?”

*Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale*… “Complications…”

“Complications? What kind of complications?”

And then it happened. She lost control of her thoughts as her mind back-pedalled to the happiest
and saddest time in her life. She saw it as if it were yesterday, the answer to Amia's
question. Suddenly the hooded man was before her again, staring hungrily at the picture of her
baby, a body was being wheeled out of Harvard's library, a hopeless look came over Harry's
face as she told him it was all his fault, the happy young faces' of Ben and Kirsten Cooper,
ready and willing for a little baby girl to call their own…

The eager look fell from Amia's face and she stood up abruptly, noticing Hermione beginning
to shake.

“Hermione?”

She felt herself snap back to reality and suddenly she could see Amia again, standing worriedly
at her desk. Hermione sucked in a shaky breath before pointing down at the glass full of oil. “Try
again,” she instructed quietly, facing away from her once more in order to walk back to her
desk.

Amia wanted to know why Hermione looked like she had just seen a ghost but she felt like she had
pushed her limits enough today. With an unwillingly look, she pointed her wand at the cup again,
only to be plagued by new curiosities that stopped her from concentrating on her assignment
fully.

…

Harry knocked on Hermione's classroom door later that night. He came bearing bad news; the
other two signatures taken from the door had failed to show up in the department's registry. He
had wanted to come here with more uplifting news to go along with it but his desire to see her
outweighed his desire to please her.

When he heard her soft `come in' from the other side, he entered.

“Hey.”

“Hey…” Hermione replied quietly before looking back down to the papers she'd been
grading.

Harry immediately noticed there was something wrong with her. He quickened his step as he came
over, “Hermione? Are you okay?”

She nodded without looking at him, “Yes. Why wouldn't I be?”

He didn't have to try hard to determine that she wasn't fine at all. With a wave of his
hand, he conjured a chair and pulled it forward to sit close to her.

“What happened `Mione?”

She let out a little sniff, mostly at the nickname, before shaking her head and trying harder to
focus on her papers.

Harry rubbed a hand across her back, “Please tell me.”

Hermione shot a look at him out of the corner of her eye and broke, “Amia saw a picture of us
from 6th year. She pointed out how much we looked alike.”

“Oh sweetheart…” Harry muttered, now understanding the state she was in.

“She wanted to know why I disappeared after the war,” Hermione continued, trying to fight back
the tears again.

Harry looked at her nervously, “What did you say?”

She inhaled a shaky breath, “I told her that I went to Boston.”

Harry's eyes went wide, “You-you told her?”

“No…” Hermione moaned, starting to fall apart, “I only told her that I went to Boston for
school. Ben Cooper was an alumni of Harvard.”

Harry saw a tear streak down her cheek. He guttedly pulled her into a hug as she went on,
“Apparently he wanted her to go to Harvard too…”

Harry hugged her more tightly as Hermione started crying, “What's going to happen?”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Hermione tried to compose herself as much as possible so she could speak, “She-She's leaving
in December- going back to California. I can't just let her go Harry! I can't forget about
her. I can hardly manage when she doesn't show up for meals… what am I going to do?”

Harry closed his eyes desperately, every new question stabbing a fresh hole in his heart,
“We'll figure something out `Mione.”

“She's going to expect me to let her go… but I can't do that. I won't!”

“I know. Shhhh…”

Harry continued to hold her and stroke her, trying everything he could think of to stop her
crying. He kissed her cheek a few times, delicately tasting the saltiness of her tears. His touch
only made Hermione hold onto him tighter. However inappropriately she would otherwise think their
intimacy was right now, he was her only form of comfort. She couldn't help but need him- only
him.

…

Harry really didn't want to go home that night but he hadn't slept there in a few days
and despite his concern for Hermione, a part of him also didn't want to make Ginny worried. He
wouldn't have left Hermione though had she not practically made him leave after she had calmed
down. He knew she was embarrassed for breaking down on him but he didn't mind. He wanted to be
there to pick her back up when she was having a difficult time. He figured she knew that as well so
that probably played a part in why she made him leave. He sighed as he walked up the stairs to his
room. His interactions with Hermione were starting to confuse him more than ever. A part of him
knew there was still Ginny and Ron to worry about, but his overwhelming self couldn't stop him
from wanting to be with her, holding her and comforting her every second he got. He felt right
doing it- being so close to her again. But the comforting was only a peak into what he could really
have with her… and that thought was the biggest temptation he was struggling with as he walked into
his room and sat down on his bed. Ginny was already under the covers. He didn't notice that she
was awake until she spoke.

“Where've you been?” she asked quietly, not rolling over to face him.

Harry went rigid at her voice but then forced himself to relax, “Hogwarts.”

“Are the boys okay?”

“Fine.”

The room became quiet once more. Harry figured that Ginny was trying to fall back asleep so he
stood up and started to undress.

Her voice came out of the darkness a moment later, “Did you see Hermione tonight?”

Harry froze again, “Yes, I saw her.”

“Oh.”

He sighed as a few moments passed and she said nothing else.

“I'm going to shower,” he muttered, wanting to be alone so that he could think about
Hermione without facing the guilt that his wife's presence made him feel.

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20. In the Blink of An Eye
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 20: In the Blink of An Eye**

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Harry's forehead creased and his eyebrows furrowed as he leaned over a vile of the glowing,
spindling, essence of magic that had been retracted from Hogwarts' front door. He had been in
the Magical Law Enforcement's magic lab for the past three hours trying to make some headway on
who the other two signatures trapped in the vile belonged too.

The vile itself was perched securely on a thin metal clasp so that Harry could try and
manipulate it without actually touching it. He'd finally come across a spell that the automatic
scan utilized to check if the signatures belonged to anyone ever booked in the system. What Harry
was doing was slowing the process down so that he could view a slow transcription of the signature.
Maybe if he could record what the other two looked like, that would help him find any other
suspects…

Just as Harry was starting to stretch out the beginning of what must've been a third
signature, a knock sounded at the door.

He sighed in frustration but looked up anyway. His intern, Rockleigh Dawber was standing at the
door.

“Sir, I'm under orders from the captain to get you back in the office immediately.”

Harry sat back from the table, now on alert, “What's happened?”

“It's about Martin McQue sir,” Dawber said. He paused and Harry noticed an audible gulp
before the young man continued, “He's dead.”

Harry felt a cold dread set over him. He looked back at the vile, “Bloody hell… tell Robards
I'm coming.”

Dawber nodded and left at once. Harry took a second sitting at the table, trying to prepare
himself for what was about to happen. Once he came to himself, he stood and began to save as much
of the progress he'd made as possible. He wrote himself a few notes to pick up with when he
returned before turning and heading out of the lab. He got to the auror department shortly and
followed his colleagues into the main conference room. Robards was already there trying to silence
the room.

“Captain, is it true?” asked one auror from the crowd.

Robards sighed visibly, “Yes, it's true. Martin McQue succumbed to his injuries today at
approximately 15:20.”

Harry didn't know why, but he felt eerie watching the expressions of his fellow aurors as
they took in the news. Everyone in the room seemed to grasp that the severity of the case had just
escalated to a high that most of the newer generation of aurors hadn't dealt with before.

Harry was stone cold and vigilant listening to Robards talk. The increased field research,
questionings, and additional teams now assigned to the stolen magic cases were obvious to him. All
he could concentrate on were what this new development meant for *him* and the people he was
trying to protect.

If whoever was responsible for this- the culprit- willingly incurred death upon his victim, was
that a clue as to how far he was willing to take his other conquests? The hair on the back of his
neck stood on end at the thought.

Thankfully for him, at the end of the conference Harry wasn't called out on any immediate
field tasks, meaning he could head back to the lab to work further on the signatures.

He got back just as quickly as he left and was relieved to find nobody else working on anything
in the lab. His vile was where he'd left it, so he went over expecting to pick up where
he'd left off. However, as he sat down and pulled his notepad forward, he found the parchment
blank of the notes he'd taken earlier.

His eyebrows furrowed as he flipped through the next few pages but they were all empty. Rage
coursed through him as he looked up at the vile, seemingly untouched. He banged his fists on the
counter as he stood up from the chair, causing the lights to flicker in the lab. He stalked out to
the secretary stationed right outside the door.

“Oi, you!” he barked at the younger bloke. The thin, pre-maturely balding young man dropped his
quill and immediately looked scared. Harry didn't care, “Who was the last person to enter the
lab?” he snarled at him.

The secretary shook his head, “I-I'm not sure sir.”

“All of my work that I've spent the past three hours working on is gone! I want to know the
amateur responsible!” Harry nearly screamed, pointing a finger at the bloke.

“I'm s-sorry Auror Potter, I didn't notice anyone go in.”

Every bone in his body wanted to grab the bloke by his collar and shake a straight answer out of
him. He didn't know how he managed to control his urge before it happened, but he managed to
take a step back and run a hand through his messy hair.

As he did, he glanced to the left. He intended on turning back around to barrage the desk clerk
more but a familiar flash of white-blonde hair caught his attention. He turned back to the left,
eyes fixed on a man he hadn't seen in well over fifteen years.

“What the bloody hell…” Harry whispered, watching Draco Malfoy nod to someone, hidden in a room
before turning to the lifts on his other side. Their eyes caught in a second and Harry immediately
turned his confused-struck expression into the most intimidating glare he could muster. The look of
hatred was mutual on Malfoy's face, but after a moment his old arch nemesis smirked.
Harry's fist curled as he turned and disappeared into the lift.

This time Harry couldn't control his anger. He turned and grabbed the secretary by his
collar before he even had thought of anything to say.

“Draco Malfoy, you know who he is?”

“Yes- yes sir,” the young man stuttered just a few inches away from Harry's face.

“The next time that wizards sets foot in this department, I want a memo sent to my office
straight away. You get me?” Harry snarled, shaking him once for conviction.

“Yes Mr. Potter!”

Harry let go of him, and the man dropped back in his chair with a *plunk*.

“If I were you, I'd take this job a little more seriously,” he sneered before heading off
towards the lifts.

The secretary was panting heavily as Harry left, one hand splayed flat on his desk, the other
gripping his throat. He squeaked in terror as the glowing vile floated out of the lab and zoomed
after Harry.

…

Rose was pleased to find the prefects bathroom completely abandoned by the time she got there
late on Thursday night. She'd just finished up with patrols and had run up to her room to get
her essentials, deciding that a nice long bath was exactly what she needed to calm her down. The
school week had been rough on her so far and she really didn't know how to handle such stress
in her life. Before this year the only stress she'd ever had to deal with revolved around
school or embarrassing family moments. She'd never had to try and deal with anger towards her
mother, and what was even bothering her more, confusion for a boy.

She closed her eyes as the thought of him crossed her mind. *`Not yet…'* she pleaded
with herself, *`At least let me get in the bath first…'*

With a sigh, Rose walked over to the corner of the wash room and dumped her belongings on the
bench. Her back was facing the pool-sized bath tub as she started to unbutton her pajama top.

“You look tired,” a voice sounded from the darkness.

Rose jumped and spun around in a craze. Her eyes widened as she saw the boy she'd just been
thinking about stand up from the opposite corner of the room. The moonlight reached him now, making
him look even more desirable.

Not knowing what else to do, Rose crossed her arms over her chest, “What are you doing
here?”

Scorpius shrugged as he started to walk forward noiselessly, “I'm a prefect too.”

“I mean why are you sitting alone in the shadows like that?”

Again, he shrugged, “This is just where I like to sit.”

Rose took that moment to really look at him. He was still dressed in his uniform and didn't
have any of his bath belongings with him. She frowned, almost in disbelief, “Have you been waiting
for me?”

“Yeah,” Scorpius nodded, inching closer and closer.

“Why?”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You've had all week to see me,” she knew she ought to sound a lot angrier- even stronger-
than she did, but she couldn't help lowering her tone the closer he got. When she spoke it was
almost a whisper.

Scorpius was now only a foot in front of her, “I'm sorry Rose. I've been busy.”

“With what?”

“School. I can't really manage multiple priorities well.”

Rose frowned again. Did he consider her a priority? He sure hadn't been acting that way…

“Oh…”

A silent passed over them. Rose thought for a moment that maybe she'd said the wrong thing
and maybe he was thinking about leaving now… but when she looked up at his face, preparing to tell
him not to go, she caught him staring at the unbuttoned top of her pyjama shirt. His finger reached
out and touched the purple button, “Lavender looks nice on you.”

She didn't even have to feel the rush of blood pooling in her cheeks to know it was
happening. She looked down to watch his finger before glancing back up, “Oh, thanks…”

Now his eyes were boring into hers, “I've been thinking about you.”

Her breath caught, “You have?”

“Yeah. All week long.”

“I've been thinking about you too.”

His movements were slow at first but the next thing Rose knew, his lips were on hers and they
were kissing just like they had last weekend. It started slow but quickly escalated until both were
kissing each other the way they'd been dreaming to do all week. Rose still didn't know what
she was doing, but she let her instinctual response take over as Scorpius began sucking on her
bottom lip and pulling her closer and closer.

After a few minutes, Scorpius had his hands embedded in her hair and Rose was gripping the front
of his sweater like her life depended on it. Scorpius pulled away but his mouth didn't travel
far, “You should sneak away more with me,” he muttered before leaning back in again.

Rose nodded a moment later, “Okay.”

The impulse for conversation was evident but the desire to continue exploring each other's
mouths reigned supreme. They did their best to manage, “Did you see the notice for Hogsmeade
Saturday? It's back on.”

Again Rose nodded, her breath catching as Scorpius pressed kisses down her neck, “Yeah I saw. I
can't believe they're letting us go so soon, I thought after the attack the school would be
on lockdown for a while.”

The young Malfoy shook his head as he leaned his mouth into hers again, “The Board knows
there's nothing to fear.”

Rose let him kiss her once more before she pulled away. She frowned slightly, “Is that what you
think?”

Scorpius didn't hesitate to answer, “Of course. Whatever happened last weekend was a fluke.
Probably a prank by some young Durmstrang students…”

Rose was a bit weirded out by the way Scorpius seemed to be playing the break-in off like it was
nothing. Didn't he understand how big a deal this all was? No student- Rose thought- would ever
get so close to breaking in. It just wasn't even plausible to her.

However, she kept her opinions quiet as he leaned in to kiss her once more. After all, they were
allowed to have different views, weren't they? Sure they were…

“Sneak off with me Saturday,” Scorpius mumbled in between kisses. It wasn't a question, more
like a request.

Rose's mind was so clouded with the feel of him so close that he didn't even register
his demand. “Huh?”

“Saturday,” he repeated, “Meet me in Hogsmeade, we can disappear for a couple hours.”

Rose looked up to his eyes with a dazed impression in her own, “Um, okay…”

He smirked, “You're so hard to convince.”

She smiled that time, “As long as we can do a lot of this, I'm game.”

Scorpius grinned back at her before reaffirming his grip around her waist and backing them up
into the wall behind them. Once securely positioned, his body practically on top of hers, their
lips found each others again and continued where they'd left off.

To be honest, this was the last thing Rose expected when she'd come to take a bath that
evening. But with the surprise at hand, she was eager to for once not think about things so much
and just let the good times roll.

…

Hermione looked up from the quizzes she was grading as she heard her door open and close. She
knew it was him before she'd even looked but once she'd seen him, she straightened up in
her chair to give him her undivided attention.

“Hey, I wasn't expecting you tonight…” Her tone was gentle as he approached but she could
tell it didn't make any difference. Harry looked angry, frazzled, frustrated, annoyed- any
emotion that pointed towards the idea that something bad had happened.

“I had to come,” he said gruffly, not meeting her eyes.

Hermione stood up cautiously, “Is everything alright. Harry?”

His mouth clamped shut and he shook his head, “It was a shitshow at the department today…”

Hermione sighed before nodding off to the side of him. “Sit down,” she ordered, coming around
from behind her desk.

As Harry sat, she perched herself on the ledge of her desk and clasped her hands in front of
her, just so they'd appear less like they were shaking.

“Tell me what's happened.”

Harry scoffed bitterly, riling a hand through his hair, “Well, I guess I can start with McQue.
He succumbed to the trance today.”

Her hand raised to cover her mouth as she whimpered, “Oh no…”

“He hadn't made any progress the entire time he was in the hospital- his magical signature
seemed to only deteriorate more.”

“Do you think that whoever is responsible for doing that to him could still utilize his magic
even after the initial attack?” Hermione asked, a little nervous to even suggest it.

Harry stared at her for a second before nodding, “I think so. I think there's something very
huge we've yet to understand about magical signatures and until we figure it out there will be
no stopping this person, no helping his victims.”

A distraught look came over Hermione's expression. She didn't want to appear so
vulnerable, so she turned and looked down at her desk. Harry didn't get up and comfort her like
he normally would've…

“There's something else too…”

She glanced back, “What?”

“I saw Draco Malfoy leaving the Magical Law Department today.”

There was a moment of silence where Harry waited for Hermione's features to change into
something besides confusion. When they did change though, she turned into a look that he received
from her a lot in their sixth year. Complete and utter exasperation.

“Harry…”

“Just hear me out- before my intern came to tell me about McQue's death, I was in the lab in
the law enforcement department working on the signatures. I thought I was just starting to get a
read on a third signature when he came. Once I returned to the lab- not even an hour later- all of
my work was erased.”

Hermione still looked sceptical as he finished, “When I went to see if anyone had been in there,
Malfoy was walking out of a room. He made eye contact with me Hermione. That bastard hasn't had
the gall to look me in the eye since sixth year.”

“Yes, but that's probably the third time you've seen him since sixth year as well.”

Harry sat back in his chair, slightly more angry. Hermione can tell he's upset because she
wasn't giving him the credibility and support he wanted to go off of.

She simply couldn`t though. It went against every rational fibre she possessed, “Harry just
because you *see* Malfoy doesn't mean your mind should run wild with accus-”

“It's a just accusation!”

“You've always been obsessed with believing the worst about Malfoy-”

“I've really never been wrong about him, have I?”

That time Hermione couldn't argue back. She'd witnessed the outcome of Draco Malfoy just
as Harry had. She'd be wrong to say that all of his suspicions were unfounded. “No. I suppose
you haven't. But he's also that one that's always gotten off scot-free. I know the
pleasure you'd get from seeing him locked up in Azkaban…”

“I won't lie and say that'd be an ideal day…” Harry smirked as a smile appeared on
Hermione's face before continuing on more gravely, “But Hermione I'm telling you… it fits.
Think about who this man's always been to us. He's hated us forever… I don't know how
he ever would've found out… but if anyone knew about us being together and our child… well, I
can't think of anyone more bitter than Malfoy. More than any stranger, *he* would know how
happy a family would make us.”

“I don't disagree with you, but these people didn't do this because they were bitter-
they did this because they wanted her. If Malfoy is really the monster you think he is, you think
he would've even had the willpower to keep us alive? If that was him seventeen years ago… he
would've killed me.”

At that, Harry shook his head, almost like he'd been expecting for her to say something like
that, “You're forgetting something though.”

“What?”

“Draco Malfoy was, and always will be a coward. I'm not saying he was the maniac that put
all of this together… but it's not impossible that he didn't contribute. All of the
progress I'd made on those signatures was *erased*. He has an agenda, I just don't
know if it's *his* or not.”

Hermione leaned back against her desk, her mind one hundred percent in thought. After a few
moments, her eyes turned to meet his “No, it's not impossible…”

She noticed the look of excitement that swept over him at her words. He thought he'd won her
over, but she felt the need to set him straight, “But Harry, it's not incriminating evidence
just because you saw him after your work was erased.”

“I understand that, that's why I haven't tipped off the department. I'll be doing my
own follow up.”

Hermione sighed, “Of course you will.”

Harry noticed the worry dawn on her and stood up to finally come comfort her. He took a step
forward and grabbed her hand off the desk. He brought it up to his chest, “I'll be careful
`Mione. Something as serious as this, you know I won't take any huge chances.”

Their eyes were caught on to each others'; she didn't know why she couldn't look
away. “I know,” she finally whispered.

A silence engulfed them. Hermione's eyes unwillingly lowered to her hand clasped under
Harry's and held to his chest. After a few moments she looked up again, “Do you have to rush
off?”

He shook his head almost immediately, “No. What do you have in mind?”

“I still have some wine left from my birthday.”

Again, their eyes locked. He nodded, “That sounds perfect after today.”

Hermione's eyes trailed back to their hands. Slowly she pulled away and nodded, “Be right
back.”

…

Friday morning came surprisingly fast but that was no problem for Rose Weasley. As she walked
back from breakfast that morning, on her way to her first class she couldn't help but wish that
Friday would pass by even faster. She just wanted the day to be over so that it could be Saturday
already.

A smile appeared on her lips as she thought of Saturday and her ensuing Hogsmeade date with
Scorpius. She couldn't really believe that after years of dreaming, a date with him was finally
coming true.

With the smile still on her lips, she took a right in the corridor on the second floor, heading
down her usual short cut to Ancient Runes. She was about halfway there, just starting to past a
tapestry of Gilda the Gallant when she heard something echo in the hall.

“Psst. Pssst! Rose!”

Rose stopped and looked to her right. The tapestry of Gilda was pulled back slightly and
Scorpius's head was poking out behind it.

“Scorpius?” she questioned, a befuddled look spread over her face.

He waved her to come behind the tapestry with him. Rose, still confused, looked both ways down
the hall before walking towards the tapestry and slipping behind it into the small little outlet
with him.

She looked at him strangely, “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, I had to speak to you.”

“You know this is a pretty secret shortcut. I don't think further hiding was necessary…” she
muttered, looking off into the dusty grove.

“I don't care,” he leaned in and kissed her, effectively making Rose forget about whatever
she was saying. She let the kiss continue for a few moments before pulling away suddenly.

“I-I can't right now. I have class…”

A somewhat disappointed look came over him, but he straightened himself up anyway, “That's
fine. I just needed to tell you something really.”

“What?” Rose asked, absently readjusting her bag on her shoulder.

“I can't go to Hogsmeade anymore. Something came up.”

Rose's shoulders fell, “Oh. Did- did you get in trouble?”

Scorpius looked away evadingly, “No, it's… a long story… but I can't go. Sorry.”

Rose sighed as she looked at him. The way he was acting made it seem like last night had just
been a huge regret. She looked away in disappointment, trying to keep the pathetic tone out of her
voice, “If you don't want to go with me you could just say so.”

“I didn't say that!” Scorpius replied immediately, “I just can't go.”

Rose knew he probably didn't want anymore questions so she nodded. Scorpius grabbed her by
the hips as soon as she looked away.

“Are you sure you have to go to class?” he asked in a low tone.

Rose looked at him, intrigued by the heat in his eyes, “Yeah…”

“Have you ever ditched a class before?”

She shook her head, “No, never.”

“Rose?” he muttered, still looking at her intensely.

“Huh?”

“You know you'll just be thinking about me the entire time anyway.”

And then he kissed her, and at that point she couldn't come up with any reason to stop
him.

…

Amia spotted Rose as she came in through the portrait hole off in the corner at one of the study
tables. Since she had to finish a few problems before her lesson with Hermione, she headed over in
her friend's direction. As she got closer, she noticed Rose staring at a group of younger
Gryffindors gathered around the bulletin board with a look of intense longing on her face.

“Hey,” she greeted, sitting down opposite of her.

Rose glanced at her and then glanced back to the students, “Hi Mia.”

Amia followed her gaze once more before deciding to comment, “Pretty cool that they're
allowing Hogsmeade this weekend. Seems like everyone's ten times more excited now.”

“Yeah…”

Mia raised her eyebrow, “Except for one Rose Weasley. What's up?”

The redhead sighed and looked down to her open book, “Scorpius bailed.”

Mia frowned, “Really?”

Rose shrugged, “It's okay I guess.”

“Did he say why?” Mia questioned, sympathy laced in her tone. She hoped Rose wouldn't notice
but she felt really bad for her younger friend, and extra annoyed with her Slytherin one. What was
up with this boy messing with Rose's heart?

“He said he couldn't go to Hogsmeade anymore. I don't know why,” she answered with a
shake of her head.

Mia also shook her head, “That boy is strange sometimes.”

“I wish I could understand what goes on inside his head, but half the time I'm too
intimidated to ask.”

Mia gave her an impish grin, “And maybe it's better if you don't know. Mystery is
sexy.”

Rose snorted back laughter while Mia smiled, happy to see her friend lighten up. “Well you want
to hang out with me and Tony tomorrow then?”

Rose looked at her sceptically, “I don't know how I feel about being a third wheel.”

“Third wheel?” Mia repeated, jerking her head back, “I don't even know what you're
talking about Rose…”

“Right. Well let me clarify, I don't really want to chaperone your date,” she finished now
grinning back.

Amia shook her head quickly, “It's not a date- we're going as friends.”

Rose smirked, “Does Tony know that?”

“Yes.”

The redhead raised an eyebrow as Mia reconsidered, her eyes up at the ceiling as she
thought.

“Actually… I don't know. That'd be pretty funny if he thought it was a date. Maybe you
should come just to see his reaction…”

Rose laughed, “You're kind of evil.”

“You're not the first person to have ever told me that,” Mia muttered, putting her chin in
her hand on the table, looking like a lost puppy.

Rose laughed as Mia shrugged uncaringly and reached into her bag for Transfiguration text.

…

Hermione and Mia were just finishing up there lesson that night. Mia's exuberance for the
weekend made it easier for Hermione to put the awkwardness of their last class and the threat of
Draco Malfoy behind her. The girl's high spirits seem to soak into Hermione, as she too had
been feeling genuinely happy that evening.

“I know you'll love it,” Hermione said again, in the process of cleaning up the classroom,
“Hogsmeade is a great little town, you're going to absolutely amazed seeing it for the first
time.”

Mia smiled secretly to herself, not willing to let her know that she's already explored a
bit of the better sides of the town. “Do you remember your first Hogsmeade trip?” she asked
instead.

“Of course. It was a bit sad actually…”

“Really? Why?”

Hermione stopped with fixing everything to stand back and remember all those years ago, “Well
Harry couldn't get a permission slip signed… so the entire time Ron and I were walking around
looking at everyone having so much fun, I was just wishing Harry could see it as well.”

Amia frowned suddenly, “Wait, what's this about a permission slip?”

Hermione waved her wand at the tables to sort themselves back in order before shooting a
mischievous look out of the corner of her eye, “Don't worry, I took care of it.”

Mia grinned, “Thanks Hermione.”

“Don't make me regret it by getting into any trouble, you understand me?”

Mia gave her a smug look, “Come on, how much trouble could I possibly get in?”

Hermione raised an eyebrow, “You really want me to answer that?”

“Nothing I couldn't charm my way out of,” she replied with a winning grin.

Hermione stopped to take in Harry's smile before responding carefully, “Perhaps but I
wouldn't chance it if I were you. Everyone's a little nervous and on guard hosting a
weekend so soon after an attempted break-in. Please just behave yourself, alright?”

Mia conceded and got up to start packing her things as well, “Alright alright. You have nothing
to worry about.”

“So…” Hermione asked once the classroom was organized once again. She gave Mia a suggestive look
but the girl didn't comprehend.

“So what?”

“Are you going with anyone?”

Mia swung her book bag onto her shoulder, “The entire school, third years and up.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, “Ha-ha…”

“Tony said he'd show me around but it's not like it's a date or anything,” Mia
shrugged smoothly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, “Tony Stonem, Head Boy?”

“I *think* so.”

“Smart-ass.”

Amia laughed, “I got you to say `ass'…”

Hermione swats her over the head with her scroll of parchment before turning and heading back to
her desk.

“So are you going?” Mia asked, still half sniggering, “I know there's supposed to be a bunch
of extra escorts.”

“No, I wasn't assigned. And I think it's wise if I stay behind just to ensure my son
doesn't try and sneak out.”

Mia nodded, “Probably a smart idea.”

“Good work tonight Mia,” Hermione told her, now smiling fondly at her girl.

Mia smiled again, “Thanks. See you Monday.”

“Wait, Mia!” Hermione called out just as Mia was reaching for the door handle.

The girl turned around, “Yeah?”

“Remember what I said about tomorrow. Just for my own peace of mind.”

Mia looked at her for a few extra seconds, wondering if this was just her teacher's warning
to a student or if she was really worried about something happening to *her.* After a moment
though she decided not to worry about it and nodded, “You got it. Night Hermione.”

Mia turned back around and left. As soon as the door had shut again, Hermione whispered,
“Goodnight love.”

…

Harry was in his office early on Saturday. He had intended to do the work he was doing now
*last* night, but he wanted to go see Hermione and make sure she was doing okay with the
kid's Hogsmeade trip tomorrow. There was a quick answer to what he'd initially gone there
for but once he was alone with her one thing had lead to another and they were back discussing
everything they hadn't in the sixteen years they'd been distant. Harry didn't regret
going over last night at all but now his work needed attending to. Open in front of him was a case
file compiled of everything having to do with Draco Malfoy and the trials that preceded the
war.

Harry knew most of the information collected already, but reading through it that morning still
had him amazed as to why Malfoy was never jailed for his crimes.

He was flipping through another page when Dawber knocked on his door.

“Excuse me sir, you're wife is here to see you.”

Harry scowled. What was Ginny doing here? After a moment he realized Dawber was still standing
in the doorway waiting for an answer. Wiping the look off his face, he cleared his throat, “Er, let
her in.”

Harry put away his files just as Ginny walked in smiling, “Hi love.”

“Hey Gin, what brings you by today?”

“Just wanted to see if you wanted to grab some lunch and then head out to a game with me.
Puddlemere vs. Caerphilly. Everyone's speculating that the Catapults are about to make their
huge comeback.”

Despite the overly excited look on his wife's face, Harry cringed and glanced down to the
file cabinet where he'd just placed Malfoy's file, “A quidditch game? I don't know if
I'd be able to concentrate on it… so much is going on at work…”

Ginny pouted, “Harry, you love quidditch. Work's been getting in the way of your happiness
too much lately.”

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He *did* have a lot of work to do but he
wouldn't lie and say he had been a outstanding attention giver to his wife lately. He knew she
was trying with this proposal and he knew he'd feel like a bastard if he denied her. After
another sigh, he relented, “I guess…”

Ginny gave him a soft smile, “It would mean a lot to me if you came.”

“Okay. I'll come.”

Ginny smiled brightly and leaned over Harry's desk with her lips puckered. For a second
Harry honestly didn't know what she was trying to do but then realized once her lips where on
his. By the time he recognized it was a kiss and told himself to kiss back, Ginny had already
pulled away with an awkward look.

An even more awkward silence passed over them before Harry cleared his throat, “So lunch?”

Ginny quickly nodded, “Yeah.”

“I'll get my cloak.”

…

It was shaping up to a beautiful day in Hogsmeade. The small wizarding town was full of bustling
students, happy to finally escape the confines of the castle. The brisk October chill had yet to
set in making it acceptable for everyone to be outside, yet okay for anyone to run inside the Three
Broomsticks or perhaps even Madam Puddifoot's for some hot chocolate.

The air was full of juvenile laughs, and genuine good times. The fear everyone had felt a week
ago was completely forgotten. Everywhere in sight students were running around full of youthful
exuberance, excited to experience every nook and cranny of Hogsmeade before they were called back.
Some would say it was almost too good to be true…

If only that were the actual case.

Out of the laughter, the running, the fun… no one saw the shout, and no one expected the sudden
rush of red.

And suddenly, the laughter was replaced with screams.

And suddenly, building after building started to explode into flames.

…

“It's not fair Mum!”

Hermione sighed, “Oh come on Hugo, everyone's gone through it, alright? Everyone's had
to wait until their third year for Hogsmeade. That's just the way it is love,” she finished,
running a hand through his hair in order to calm him down. It was later in the day and all of the
students had already taken off for Hogsmeade. Hermione figured Hugo would be down in the dumps so
she'd gone up to Gryffindor tower to offer to escort him out onto the pitch to fly around.
They'd already gone and picked up one of the first year broom's from Madam Hooch and were
now on the ground floor, heading for the front doors.

But the eleven year old wouldn't except his mother's words, “I think you should talk to
McGonagall… maybe you could change her mind!”

Hermione had to resist from rolling her eyes, “I'm not going to do that Hugo. You're
just going to have to accept-”

Hermione was cut off by the sudden loud barrage of running footsteps hurtling down the grand
staircase. They turned just in time to see aurors storm past them and head out of the front doors,
all screaming and yelling at each other. Hermione noticed they all had their wands out. Her stomach
lurched.

“Mum?” Hugo asked quietly, watching more aurors pour down from the staircase and out of the
front doors.

Hermione took a couple steps forward, stepping closer to the trail of hurrying aurors. She was
looking at their faces, hoping to see someone she recognized. Finally after a few moments she saw a
familiar face.

“DEAN!”

The old Gryffindor stopped and turned to her, a graver look on his face then she'd ever
before seen. She didn't even have to ask him.

“Hogsmeade's been attacked.”

Hermione's response was instantaneous. She turned on her heel so fast that if she
weren't in the confines of the castle she probably could've disapparated. She grabbed Hugo
by the collar and started running with him back in the direction of the staircase and up the
stairs, trying to hurry past the aurors as fast as they were hurrying down.

She stopped once she reached the third floor.

“Get back to the common room and don't leave until someone comes and tells you it's
okay,” she instructed Hugo, leaning down so that he'd have no question understanding her.

“Mum-”

“Hugo, do what I say! Head straight there and don't leave, do you understand?”

The redheaded boy nodded, his broomstick now clutched in his white hands. Hermione turned him
around and pushed him back towards the stairs, “GO!”

She watched him climb a flight before turning and running down the third floor corridor. Her
wand was out way before she reached the statue of the humpbacked witch.

…

Rose didn't know what to think as everyone was shouting and screaming. All of the students
were pushing past her and her cousins, trying to get out of Honeydukes as fast as possible. As the
chaos ensued she was being pushed further and further back into the store. The question if
she'd make it to the front in time before Honeydukes was hit with spellfire kept running
through her mind but she felt powerless to do anything about it as more and more kids ran in from
the streets.

“ROSE!”

Rose spun around and saw her mum coming up out of the basement. For a moment the terror going on
around them was pushed to the back of her mind and confusion swept over her.

“Mum?”

“Where is everyone?” Hermione asked, gripping her daughter's shoulders as she reached her.
At least she knew one was okay so far.

Rose shook her head frantically, “I have no idea, I haven't been able to get out of here.
The professors are trying to get everyone to the Three Broomsticks.”

Hermione grabbed her and immediately started pushing their way to the front of the store. As
they got closer to the door, she could make out James and Albus heading for her.

“Aunt Hermione-”

“Listen, I want you three to stay under cover and get to the Three Broomsticks as quick as
possible. Wands out, do you hear me?”

The boys nodded immediately while Rose shook her head.

“Mum!”

“What?”

Rose looked back from staring at the destroyed street slightly up the road from the sweet shop,
“Mia and Tony- they took off that way like twenty minutes ago…”

She forced herself to breathe and look back at her kids one more time, “Get to the Three
Broomsticks, now!”

James didn't waste anytime grabbing his cousin and brother and leading them in the direction
of the pub a little down the street.

It was hard to make sense of anything as Hermione turned and made her way up the street. A dust
cloud made it hard to see what was beyond the high street. Everywhere else she looked she could see
children running in the direction of the Three Broomsticks and aurors shooting spells at unknown
attackers and trying to get a handle on the flames engulfing certain buidlings. Before Hermione
could start to wonder who the attackers were and where, she did a point me for Amia. Her stomach
dropped as her wand fixed itself up the high street, into the dust cloud. She started running.

…

Harry was walking with Ginny in through the press entrance at the Catapults stadium when he felt
his wand vibrate. Ginny was in the middle of saying something but he reached for his wand
immediately and held it close to hear the message. Beyond the excited talk of all the quidditch
fans and announcers, Harry could still make out Robards serious voice. His eyes went wide as the
message spoke.

“Hogsmeade under attack.”

Harry looked up and saw Ginny staring at him wide-eyed and just as terrified looking as he felt.
The message repeated itself once, and then twice. Harry glanced down to his vibrating wand and up
again. Before he could say anything, she spoke for him.

“Go!”

…

Hermione had been running for about five minutes but the debris everywhere made it difficult for
her to see anything much less make out the shape of her daughter. Frustrated, she threw herself
behind a corner of a building and did another point me. This time her wand fixed itself sharply to
her right and as the dust started to clear and the wand fire took a brief break she could make out
two people.

It was almost mystical how, as Hermione laid eyes on Amia, the warfare seemed to cease. She
could see Mia struggling. It didn't register that she was trying to carry Tony along with her.
She could only process that overwhelming sense of relief that washed through her at the sight of
her daughter.

And then, as quick as a cutting knife, the relief was gone and was replaced by absolute terror.
Just how the reducto's and firestorm curses came out of nowhere, a blue bolt struck from some
far-off place and slammed into Mia's back. She'd been hit. It didn't even take a second
for the 16 year old to crumple and fall to the ground in the middle of the destroyed Hogsmeade
street.

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**Next Chapter, we finally get a glimpse into our attacker's perspective and the people of
the wizarding world see a sign they thought they'd never have to deal with again.**

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21. The Dark Mark Over Hogsmeade
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 21: The Dark Mark Over Hogsmeade**

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Hermione's reaction was immediate as soon as she saw Amia go down. The grip on her wand
tightened as she flung her magic towards her daughter.

“PROTEGO!” Once the glowing blue shield was surrounding her, she accio'd her toward her.
Hermione was shaking uncontrollably until her daughter landed beneath her.

She dropped to her knees immediately, "Mia! Mia, wake up!"

Hermione quickly noticed with a calming relief the absence of blood. However, Mia's eyes were
closed, clearly denoting her unconsciousness, and her body was becoming noticeably colder. Hermione
became increasingly more frantic as Mia went unresponsive.

Suddenly she was crying, “No… Please baby…"

Quavering, she lifted her wand to try and cast a finite.


…

Rose, James, and Albus were standing nervously in line in the Three Broomsticks, waiting for
their turn to use the floo. The professors and Madam Rosmerta were running around trying to keep
order of the panicking Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins, but their actions were only making
the Gryffindors more anxious.

“Seriously, who do you think is attacking out there?” James questioned, turning around and
standing on his tiptoes to try and get a glimpse of the outside view. Rose pulled him down.

“Don't even think about it James,” she told him sternly. Her mum still hadn't made it
back from running off earlier, and the last thing she wanted was to add James to the list of people
to worry about.

“But-”

The three kids were suddenly knocked back as a body hurtled into the group of students in front
of them.


“Dad!” Albus yelled, recognizing his father stand up and quickly wipe the soot off his auror
robes.

Relief immediately washed over Harry's features as he saw his sons and niece standing close
by. However, his expression turned serious again as they ran forward.


“Are you all okay?” he asked kneeling down next to them.


Before either of the boys could speak to their father, Rose butted in. If anyone could help find
her mum, it was her uncle.

“Uncle Harry, I don't know where my mum is! She showed up and took off up the high street
and she hasn't been back!"

Harry spent a second staring at his niece. *No*… he promised he wouldn't let them touch
her…

A second later, he'd already snapped into action and was sprinting from the pub, fighting
his way past the oncoming crowd.

…

Hermione was still trying to wake up an unconscious Amia. She'd now accio'd Tony over as
well, and had taken notice to the boy's severe condition. Bloody was coming out of his nose and
ears. He had a huge scorch mark across the side of his neck, extending down towards his torso and a
bit onto his cheek. Blood was everywhere. Hermione had wanted to turn and empty the contents of her
stomach after first seeing him- she had no idea he would be this hurt. However, it helped calm her
down as she tried to stop the bleeding and put a light healing charm over his burn. At least her
magic was working on the Head Boy. Amia, however, was not taking to her healing spells at all.

Hermione had tried about a hundred `finites' but so far they all went by useless. Tears were
streaming out of her eyes as she realized that she was running out of options. Something could
really be wrong with her; her body temperature was fluctuating from really hot to really cold. She
had no idea what that meant, or what she could do to fix it. Every spell she cast upon her seemed
to have no effect…

“Mia… My baby, please…”

"Hermione!" Harry's voice called to her from the murky distance. Hermione turned
around just in time to see Harry running towards her from the wrecked street.

"Harry- I can't wake her up. She won't snap out of it!"

Harry could tell Hermione was hysterical just by the way she looked and the way that she
didn't even check if it was really him or not.

Immediately, he cast a protego around the four of them before kneeling down next to
Hermione.

He pulled together and concentrated his magic as much as he could, “*FINITE!*”

The bright bolt hit Mia right in the heart, but the girl didn't budge. Her body absorbed it,
like it should've, but still she didn't wake.

Next to him, Hermione whimpered, “Nothing's working…”

Harry cursed under his breath and tried again. After it failed to have any effect another time he
spouted off several other curses that he learned during auror training. Nothing woke their
daughter.

Hermione was sobbing over her at that point. Harry felt weak looking at the pale face of his little
girl. His mind was going foggy snapping back and forth between reality and seeing her little pale
face for the first time sixteen years ago…


“Mia… please wake up!”

Harry could feel his world caving in. He wanted to close his eyes just so he wouldn't have
to see Amia not wake, but then… her eyes snapped open.


"Mia? Mia! Thank Merlin..."

Hermione leaned over the girl, cradling her head gently in her lap as she cried. Harry sat back,
looking at the sixteen year old in shock.

Her hand came up to brace herself against Hermione's arms and her legs started to work around.
Harry could hardly get over his utter gratitude to whatever divine thing caused her to regain her
consciousness before he too was crowding over her.


"Amia, can you speak?"

Hermione finally straightened up allowing Amia to see things more clearly. She looked around
wildly, "Wh-… Where's TJ?"

Harry and Hermione frowned, "TJ?"

"Tony… I mean Tony…"

"He's right here but we need to get you back immediately,” Harry didn't give her any
time to argue as he helped Mia onto her feet. He knew she'd be weak legged so he held her
against him safely until Hermione got up and stood on her other side. Hermione took hold of Mia
while Harry turned around and waved his hand at the beaten boy, charming him so he'd float
behind Hermione and Mia safely with a protection shield around him just in case.

Mia and Hermione started walking, trying to keep under cover as best as possible. Harry
didn't follow them as they walked away. His eyes were scanning their surroundings, looking for
any sign of anyone or anything watching…

…

A thin mouth turned up into an eerie smile as it's hawk-like eyes stared down into the
ruined street of Hogsmeade Village. Their work had been completed.

A maniacal laugh emanated from it's lips as the hawk-eyes narrowed in on the wizarding
world's saviour, scanning the surroundings for *him*. Another giggle of evil left him
before he turned his attention back towards his soon to be prize.

The absolute ecstasy he felt cursing their child was multiplied watching her get up a few
moments later. Her recuperation meant the prophecy was one hundred percent true- Amia Cooper
*was* Harry Potter's daughter… and she *would* belong to him soon, very soon. Her
parents wouldn't be able to protect her for much longer…

Looking around to the other rooftops, he could make out just barely where his comrades where. With
another evil grin, he pointed his hand towards the heavens and shouted the curse for the signal he
knew everyone had been waiting for.

…

"Hermione- Hermione tell me what's going on! Somebody cursed Tony-"

"Mia we need to get back to the castle now-"

"No, wait!” Mia stopped dead in her tracks, pulling Hermione to stop as well. She felt
Tony's foot lightly bump into her back but she ignored it as she levelled her professor with
the strongest, most daring look she could manage, “What's happening? Why-”

She was going to turn back and point to the wrecked street for evidence, but what she saw, replaced
in the destroyed afternoon's sky silenced her immediately. She'd seen that thing before…
she'd just read about it in her History of Magic text…


"Hermione... Look..."

Hermione turned, following Amia's troubled gaze. Once she saw what had silenced her daughter,
her blood went cold. Hermione would know that florescent green anywhere…

A large intimidated green skull was floating in the sky with a long snake flowing in out and of
its mouth repetitiously. Voldemort's sign was in the sky again after seventeen years of
absence.

"There's no time to stop- we must get out of here!"

"Harry…" Hermione muttered, shaking her head slightly but not taking her eyes off the
skull.

Harry frowned, noticing something was wrong purely from the looks on Hermione and Amia's
faces. He turned, looking around for whatever was amiss. And then he too saw it.

A moment past where life itself seemed to stop. And then, Hermione saw his posture falter. Harry
spun around. Suddenly he was the boy from seventeen years ago all over again.

He ran towards the girl and grabbed them. Without saying a word he started running with them up
a short cut. This time Mia didn't question anything- she seemed to grasp the severity of
whatever was happening. Finally after cutting through the back alleys they reached an old shack
barely still standing but not because of today's terror- the Hog's Head only looked that
way because of its age.

Aberforth Dumbledore opened the door as they were running up the steps.

"I knew you'd come,” the old man greeted them serenely. To Harry and Hermione, he looked
much like the same man from the battle of Hogwarts, just slightly more aged and frazzled in
appearance. “I've opened the passageway already. This way."

Harry turned to the girls, "You two go-"

"Harry, no!"

"I have to go back-"

"Harry no, you can't leave-"

Harry cut her off. Her look of desperation made him glance at Amia. She was staring at Hermione,
perplexity and concern written all over her features. He watched her glance back in the direction
they'd come, also curious as to who had cast the huge monstrous mark. He knew he had to go- he
had to try and go find these people before they got to their children. But he also knew that was
the exact reason Hermione wanted him to stay. It was always her first instinct that to protect
their baby, they had to keep her close.

"Hermione…" Harry muttered, feeling unsure of what to tell her.

"They've already fled Mr. Potter," Aberforth's twinkling, mystical voice broke
the reverie.

Hermione quickly agreed, "They're gone Harry. Just come back and we'll figure things
out together!"

Harry sighed once, staring into her entrapping eyes before nodding them forward and heading up
the stairs.

They continued into Aberforth's private home upstairs. True to his word, the younger Dumbledore
had already taken the liberty to open the portrait of his sister, Ariana. Harry helped Hermione in
first, then Amia, before bumping the unconscious boy upwards a bit so he'd float cleanly down
the stairwell passage. He shook Aberforth's hand in thanks before climbing into the small hole
himself and starting his way down the passage.

They had been walking silently for about two minutes before her questions started.


“That sign- that was that one dark lord's sign wasn't it? The one you killed.”

Harry looked back at her and then to Hermione before turning back to face the front again. He
continued walking.

"Does this mean he's not-"

"Voldemort is dead," Hermione cut her off gently, putting her hand on her back to quicken
her pace.

"Then what explains his trademark floating in the sky?" Mia asked, this time looking at
Hermione for answers.

It was a moment before Hermione answered. "Deatheaters," she whispered. Amia could hardly
believe it but she felt like this was the first time she'd ever seen her professor look truly
scared.

"Why would they do this?"

This time both Harry and Hermione looked back at her.

Mia frowned. Was she missing out on something? "What?"

"We need to hurry,” Harry said suddenly, “This boy's in bad shape."

"Do you know what happened to him Mia?”

Amia turned back to look at Tony. She wanted to look away because every time she saw his bloody
face she felt even more bludgeoned with guilt, but she simply couldn't. “He- we were leaving
some shop when it got hit by a reducto I think. Anyway, he was more in the shop than me. I think
the curse grazed him. The way he screamed…”

Hermione looked back at her sadly, “Are you okay Mia?”

She shrugged, “I'm fine.”

Hermione clearly didn't believe her but she turned around back to Harry, “Will you go with
us to the infirmary?” She looked back at Mia once more, “I want you to get looked at by Madam
Pomfrey as well.”

“I don't need to-”

“You got cursed. You're getting checked out and that's final.”

Amia didn't argue with her, and for that Hermione was grateful. She turned back to Harry in
time for him to nod at her. He took her hand as they continued their way down the dark
staircase.

…

Harry, Hermione, and Amia made it back to the hospital wing relatively quick. Madam Pomfrey, who
had already been attending to some other students instantly took Tony into her supervision after
seeing the state he was in. Mia was inclined to stay close by but Hermione insisted she sit down
and relax.

As more and more aurors started to pour in with injuries, Hermione could tell that Harry's
duties were needed in Hogsmeade more than ever. She wondered if the fighting had continued after
the Dark Mark, or if students and aurors were still facing threats.

Once Harry and Hermione had both made sure Madam Pomfrey had run over every check and test they
could think of on Amia, Hermione convinced her to take a replenishing potion and sleeping draught.
It had taken a little pull on her behalf- Mia was adamant about getting as far away from the
infirmary as possible- but after a few pleads, the girl had conceded.

It wasn't until their daughter was sleeping that Harry came up to Hermione to tell her that
he had to go back. She knew she couldn't argue, but still it was hard to let him go.

Her mind had been running wild with wonder and worry the entire time he'd been gone.
Thankfully, Neville showed up shortly with a few injured students and with information that would
put her mind partially to rest.

“All of the students are being held in the Great Hall so that the Head's can make sure
everyone is accounted for.”

She remembered turning to Madam Pomfrey and ensuring that she'd keep an eye on Mia before
hurrying out of the hospital wing at top speed. She knew Amia shouldn't awake for another few
hours, but still the thought of her waking up and Hermione not being there was stomach-churning.
That's why she wanted to get down to the Great Hall as fast as possible to make sure her other
daughter was okay.

The Great Hall was just as chaotic as Hogsmeade when Hermione got there. Students where
everywhere, terrified and panicked looking. It broke her heart to see how scared and tormented some
of them look; and what was even worse was that she knew some of them were missing, either on their
way or already bedded in the hospital wing.

A wave of anger coursed through her at the thought of Deatheaters once more out to hurt innocent
children. But there was no time to focus on that- she needed to find her own child.

Finally after a few minutes of searching, she saw her daughter standing in a group with James,
Albus, and a few other Weasley cousins.


“Rose!” she yelled out, running up to her. She hugged her instantly and was happy to feel her hug
her back. She pulled in the boys standing close by as well.

“Is everyone okay? Anyone hurt?”

“No, we're okay Aunt Hermione,” James said, a different tone in his voice.

Rose however still look worried, “Mum did you find Mia?”

“She's in the hospital wing,” Hermione told them painfully. Upon all three of their
distraught expressions, she quickly shook her head to calm them, “She's okay. The curse she was
hit with amazingly had no lasting effect. She's sleeping it off in the infirmary.”

Rose and James shared a relieved look before loud calls from the professors interrupted their
reunion. At the front of the hall, the heads of houses were calling for attention. Hermione knew
they'd be taking them back to their common rooms soon. She figured she had enough time to
escort the Gryffindors back as well. At least that way she could check on Hugo too.

“Is everyone ready?” she asked, turning around to check on her kids. They all nodded to which
Hermione replied,

“Alright, let's go. Stick together.”

…

McGonagall was there when Hermione got back, taking inventory of the injured students. Hermione
walked over to Amia's cot once to check that she was still sleeping soundly before heading over
to greet McGonagall. Just as her half-hearted `hello' was on the tip of her tongue, Hermione
noticed a few wizards witches, dressed in lime green robes, standing at the cot closest to Madam
Pomfrey's office on the other side of the wing. Hermione had seen wizards with those robes
before- they were healers from St. Mungo's.

Hermione opened her mouth, now prepared to ask what the healers were doing there, but then the
sudden knowledge of who they were there for dawned upon her. Her mouth closed into a grim line,
before turning back to glance at her daughter. She'd be so upset…

“Is he-”

“No. Mr. Stonem is alive for now. He'll need several blood transfusions. Poppy just
doesn't have the supply here.”

Hermione sighed in relief, “Have you been able to contact his parents yet?”

“They're waiting for him at the hospital.”

Hermione turned back to her own and walked over to check on Mia. She looked troubled even as she
slept. Hermione tried smoothing the creases of her forehead gently, hoping that would calm her as
she slept. Her thumb grazed over the left part of her forehead. *Well, at least she'd never
been openly marked like Harry had… at least she still has some chance to live peacefully…*

“Ah, Miss Cooper,” Professor McGonagall acknowledged, tapping her wand to the notepad and quill
floating next to her. Hermione's stomach turned as the quill started to scratch Mia's name
onto the list of those injured. “Well at least she's one student I can guarantee will be safe
after today.”

Hermione's attention snapped up at the professor, “What do you mean?”

McGonagall met Hermione's eyes in an air that looked like she wish she didn't have to
say this, “Miss Cooper will probably be sent home. Once her dean hears about this I can't
imagine he'll feel comfortable with her staying here. I'll let her make her own decision
when she wakes.”

It's a good thing there was a visitor's chair placed standard next to Amia's bed, or
else Hermione would've fallen flat on her bum. She practically collapsed into the seat, feeling
as if McGonagall had just ripped her heart from her chest. Amia leaving Hogwarts? The idea was even
too unbearable…

“Hermione?” The older professor came up and clamped a hand on Hermione's shoulders. Hermione
tried her hardest to wave her off but she could barely lift her hand.

“I'm-I'm fine. I just… I can't believe what's happened.”

Professor McGonagall nodded, “I've heard the aurors discussing how it's happening all
over again. It feels different this time though.”

Hermione looked at her old professor and for the first time really noticed how old she'd
become over the years. She didn't look like she could handle the thought of this happening all
over again… the thought of another war. Minerva McGonagall had always been one of the people
Hermione admired most. The idea that she was *scared* was truly unsettling to her.

After a moment, she went back to looking at Mia. Hermione didn't notice but after a few
seconds the Headmistress also started staring intently at the exchange student.

…

A few hours had past. Tony had already been taken away to St. Mungo's and Amia had yet to
wake. Hermione and Neville were the only professors left in the infirmary trying to help out as
many injured students and aurors as possible. Every bed was full and there was still a lot of work
that needed to be done.

Neville had been trying to make small talk to Hermione about everything but she just
couldn't voice any opinions at the moment. Not because she didn't have any, but because she
simply couldn't speak. The thought of Mia being taken away from her was an all encompassing
fear making it hard for her to think about anything but.

“Deatheaters… Deatheaters! They're back. *He's* back. You-Know-Who-”

“*Please* auror, quiet yourself! You'll scare the students…”

Hermione jolted and turned to stare at the man in the bed across from the auror she was
assisting. Madam Pomfrey was the one attending to him; he looked like he was recovering from broken
legs.

He was a middle aged auror, probably with them during the trio's Hogwarts years. Hermione
didn't recognize him directly, but the fear she observed leaking out of his eyes reminded her
of several people she knew back then.

*Was this it? Were the Deatheaters really back? Was her daughter the reason for all of this?
Could they actually know?*

She looked forward at her daughter laying asleep a few beds ahead. The man she was dabbing with
ointment hissed in pain as Hermione absently pressed too hard.

“Gahhhhh!”

“Sorry.”

She started working again, trying to be more gentle with the man's burns as she got closer
to the more sensitive parts. However, when the doors burst open, Hermione jumped again, taking some
of the robe fragments infused in his burn with her. The man yelped in agony as Hermione spun
around.

She couldn't fight the breath of relief that escaped her when it was Harry standing at the
entrance. His eyes were focused on Amia but he waved her over after making eye contact. Hermione
turned back to the man, about to make a hasty excuse.

“I can do it,” he muttered angrily, snatching the bowl of essence of murtlap. Hermione gave him
a sheepish look before turning and quickly heading over to Harry.

“What's the word?”

Harry glanced back behind her before grabbing her hand and pulling her out into the corridor. He
closed the doors immediately.

Hermione took notice to how peculiarly grim he looked, “Harry?”

“We didn't catch any of them,” he muttered angrily, finally turning around. “Not one.
Hogsmeade is destroyed for the most part. It's like sixth year all over again. I feel fucking
clueless!”

Hermione could tell he was blaming himself but she wanted him to continue.

“Did you find out anything?”

“We figured out that they made their assault from the rooftops. They just took down buildings
one by one. Everyone's thinking that they just wanted to show off the strength of their return
but…”

Hermione bit her lip nervously, “You think they were here for Mia?”

He sighed, “I don't know… I don't understand why they'd curse her with something
that would allow her to just wake up and walk away. It seems like there should be more to it than
that.”

“We had Madam Pomfrey run every test on her that we know about though…”

“I know, that's why this doesn't make sense. Perhaps… perhaps they were just trying to
show off their power; tease us…” as he trailed off, he looked away, disgusted by the possibility.
Hermione knew he was dealing with some dark thoughts, but she couldn't help but ask.

“Has- has someone taken down the mark?”

“I did first thing.”

Hermione nodded, but then quickly shook her head as an idea hit her, “Students are going to be
pulled out of this school left and right. Parents are going to be so scared…”

Harry agreed dourly, “We have some people at the ministry making sure that this doesn't get
to the press until we want it to.”

“And McGonagall's sending out letters to the parents as we speak.”

“Have you seen the kids?” Harry asked, a lighter tone finally making it's way into his
hoarse voice.

Hermione nodded, “They're all okay.”

“Good.”

At the mention of their children, Hermione suddenly burst into tears. She couldn't hold it
off any longer.

Harry looked scared, “Hermione? Hermione what's wrong?”

“Mia…”

“I thought she was okay!”

“She is… for now. Who knows how much longer that's going to last for…”

Harry grabbed her face gently and lifted it up until they were eye level, “Hermione, I've
already told you. As long as she's here, inside this castle I'll never let anyone touch
her.”

“She might not be in this castle for very much longer,” Hermione whispered desperately.

Harry frowned, “What's that supposed to mean?”

“McGonagall said she's going to contact her Dean. It'll be up to Mia if she wants to
stay here after today. I wouldn't blame her for wanting to go home after what's happened to
her… but Harry… the thought of her leaving me…”

Harry didn't need her to speak any further. He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his
arms around her as tightly as he could. He kissed the top of her head as he tried to comfort
her.

“Let's not think about that right now, okay? At least she's safe. At least those
bastards didn't do more damage to our baby…”

She cried harder as Harry did everything he could do dissuade hers and his own fears.

…

Ginny had been at the burrow for a few hours now. She had left immediately after Harry, and her
childhood home was the only place she saw fit to go to. She'd told her parents what had
happened; she'd all but had to curse her father to his favourite reading chair to stop him
going to Hogsmeade and helping the aurors. And then her mother had wanted to floo everyone in their
bloody family to let them know, but Ginny had to insist several times that it would only cause more
panic than they were capable of dealing with at the moment. The only person she'd allowed her
mother to floo was Ron but he was both absent from home and his office. While that confused Ginny,
the wonder of what was happening in Hogsmeade and the state of her husband and children were more
resounding in her mind.

After waiting for a few hours, Ginny was to the point where she couldn't handle her
father's speculations and her mother's ranting over her cooking. She just needed to find
out already so that she could put her own worries to rest. Harry had sent her his patronus about an
hour and a half ago letting her know that the attack was over and that the boys were safe… but
still, that didn't answer much in her mind. She needed to know more.

Finally, she went into the kitchen and told her mother she was going to the ministry to check if
Harry was back. She deliberately told her so while her dad was in the loo just so she didn't
have to fight him off from tagging along.

Mrs. Weasley had her own protests but once Ginny assured her that she'd come back as soon as
she found out what was going on, her mother had no further problems.

As soon as she was to the boundary point by the old shed, Ginny disapparated to Hogsmeade.

Ginny felt sadness engulf her as she turned around from the gates of Hogsmeade to face the
little town. Several buildings along the main street were busted up, and she noticed that even
further up on the high street, several of the shops had crumbled to the ground entirely. Aurors
were everywhere, she figured, trying to get as much evidence as to what happened as possible. She
also noticed the bright blue uniform robes of clean up workers trying to fix some of the
damage.

Ginny took a breath, trying to clear her thoughts and focus on the task at hand before heading
into the village. She approached the first man dressed in auror robes she saw.

The auror saw her first and tried to stop her, “Excuse me miss, no civilians allowed in the town
today!”

“My name's Ginny Potter, I'm looking for my husband.”

The man immediately lowered his hand, looking sheepish, “Oh, right Mrs. Potter… er, I think
Auror Potter went up to the castle about twenty minutes ago.”

“Do you know where in the castle?”

“Dunno. Perhaps the infirmary to check on our guys up there.”

Ginny frowned, “He wasn't hurt was he?”

“No ma'am. I'll send him a page to let him know you're coming.”

“Thanks.”

At that, Ginny turned and started on the path leading up to Hogwarts castle. As she walked, she
noticed aurors running past her, obviously coming from the castle. She was curious as to what
urgent news they were trying to spread, but that only made her quicken her pace towards the
castle.

She arrived in record time, and instantly started climbing the staircase towards the hospital
wing. When she turned right to head down the corridor for the infirmary, she saw two shapes
standing close together at the end of the hall. The hall was dark and she was still quite a
distance away so she couldn't make out who the shapes were.

As she got closer though, her feet became less willing to walk. That man with the tuff of wild
black hair was recognizable to her anywhere… even with her sister-in-law standing in his arms.

Ginny froze as she watched Harry holding Hermione, kissing her head, her cheek as he rocked her
back and forth. This was all too strange to her… not because another woman was in her husband's
arms looking all too much like she'd been there before, but because she'd never witnessed
Harry comfort anyone that way… not even her…

Ginny felt the surges of jealousy calm as another thought struck her. Harry was
*comforting* her… why would Hermione need to be comforted unless… *no…* Was it Rose or
Hugo that was inside that infirmary? Which one of her children had been a victim of this terrible
occurrence?

At the end of the hall she noticed Harry pull away for a second to grab his wand. He must've
gotten his colleague's page. Ginny watched as Hermione disentangled herself from her husband
and took a few steps back. A few words were exchanged between the two before Hermione turned and
hurried back inside the infirmary.

Suddenly, Ginny was walking backwards. She didn't want to be seen lurking at the end of the
hall now that Harry was alone. She'd rather them casually bump into each other than explain
herself as to what she possibly saw him doing.

She hid behind the corner of the adjacent corridor and stayed there until she heard footsteps
coming from the infirmary side. As they drew closer, she stepped out just in time to run into her
husband.

“Harry!”

“Ginny!”

She thought she would hug him, but she didn't. They both stood there staring at each other
imploringly, both wanting the other to be the first to speak. Finally Harry gave in.

“You didn't have to come-”

“I wanted to make sure my family was okay.”

“The boys are fine. They're safe up in Gryffindor tower now.”

Ginny nodded. It took some time before she forced herself to respond, “And you?”

“Fine.”

“What about Rose and Hugo?”

“Everyone we know is safe.”

She was staring at him intensely by now, “And Hermione?”

“A bit stressed, but that's Hermione for you.”

Ginny frowned. Did stress really explain her tears or the way her entire body was shaking? Did
Harry really see it fit to lie to her?

“Who did this?”

A forbidding look spread over his already worn out face, “We don't know- we caught no one.”

“An entire town was destroyed; the aurors really have no clue as to who it was?”

“We have clues but you know I can't get into it Ginny.”

“Forgive me for being worried about my family.”

Harry clenched his jaw, feeling as if he'd been slapped. He knew he shouldn't feel
guilty; she knew this was a part of his job.

“I'll let you know first thing as soon as we get some solid information to go off of. For
now, I think it'd be best if you just went home and locked up the house. I'm sorry you had
to miss your game.”

“You promise my boys are okay?” Ginny whispered after a moment of quiet.

Harry nodded, “You have my word.”

His word, was that really worth much of anything anymore? She sighed, “Fine. I'll be at the
Burrow. You'll tell them I love them, won't you?”

He nodded again, “If I see them I will.”

“Be careful, Harry.”

“Always Gin.”

She gave him one last look before turning and walking away. Surprisingly enough, it felt like
the most comfortable thing she could do.

…

Hermione was sitting in the infirmary next to Amia. Everyone had been cleaned up as best as they
could. Neville had left a while ago and some of the aurors had been taken back to the
ministry's infirmary so that they could give their reports. Hermione had been sitting next to
Mia for the past hour and if anyone thought it strange for a professor to be sitting so intently
next to her student, Hermione simply didn't care. She had caught a few strange glances coming
from Poppy's direction, but since the old maiden didn't comment, neither did she. They
could all stuff themselves, Hermione thought. No one in the world could convince her to move.

Hermione noticed immediately as Amia's eyes started to twitch into awareness. Standing up,
she leaned over the girl and grabbed her hand. “Mia?” she called out gently.

Still her eyes didn't fully open so Hermione called out again, “Amia, sweetheart can you
hear me?”

Her eyes started to crack open. Hermione could see the confusion relishing within them.

“M… mom?”

And at that moment, Hermione's heart shattered into a million pieces. She fought the tears
off as best as she could but couldn't stop them from pooling in her eyes.

“Er… it-it's Hermione…”

Mia's eyes opened wider until they were staring openly into Hermione's. Suddenly, the
young girl pushed herself up from the bed.

“What time is it?”

“About half past six. You were out for a couple hours.”

Amia turned and looked at her, “Can I go now? I'm going to go,” she muttered afterwards,
more to herself. She pushed the sheets off her and swung her legs over the side so she could hop
off. Hermione was surprised by the girl's agility so soon after being unconscious.

“Mia wait,” Hermione stopped her as she started to put her shoes back on, “Take it easy,
alright. You shouldn't be in a rush.”

“No I'm not, I just have some homework to finish and… where's Tony?”

Hermione came around from the other side of the cot. She placed her hands delicately on
Mia's shoulders, knowing she'd need it for what she was about to tell her.

“Tony had to be taken to St. Mungo's. Madam Pomfrey just didn't have the resources to
care for him.”

Mia didn't say anything for a few moments. She stood there quietly, staring at the bed that
her friend had occupied before the nurse forced her into unconsciousness. Anger immediately coursed
through her but she told herself to calm down. However much she pleaded with herself, she knew she
had to get the hell out of there. She didn't want Hermione to be around her. She was already
starting to shake…

“I'll see you Monday,” she muttered back to Hermione before turning sharply and heading for
the exit.

Hermione was just starting to protest when the doors to the infirmary opened and the
Headmistress strode through.

“Ah, Miss Cooper, I thought you'd be awake.”

Both women gave the Headmistress a rather annoyed look. Mia, because another obstacle was in the
way of her finding solitude, and Hermione because she knew McGonagall was here with special
interest to Amia.

“I was just leaving. Thanks Professor,” Mia muttered fast, trying to move past the older woman
before either of them noticed her shaking.

“Actually Miss Cooper, I was wondering if I could have a word-”

“Professor, is now really the best time for that? I think tomorrow once Mia's had a chance
to-”

“Excuse *me* Professor, but I do believe I also have the best interest for my
students.”

Mia looked between the two older women, “What are you talking about? What's going on?”

“Miss Cooper, I've been in contact with your Dean. In light of today's events, he's
giving you an option to return back to your home academy. If you so choose,” Professor McGonagall
finished, glancing up at Hermione to see her reaction.

The older Gryffindor looked heartbroken once more, but was staring longingly at Amia waiting for
her reaction.

“I-I can go home? Just because of this?”

“*This* is quite a serious issue young lady. You are not the only student this option will
be given to.”

“B-But I could go?”

“Yes.”

Hermione felt like she was continuously getting punched in the gut looking at the excitement
starting to spread over her daughter's face. She was going to go back… of *course* she was
going to leave. What reason did she have to stay here?

At that moment, Amia turned and looked back at Hermione. A subtle curiosity was evident on her
face but it wasn't too enlightening. She turned back to the Headmistress.

“When do I have to decide by?”

“Whenever you make up your mind, we'll go from there.”

“Okay… well, I'm going back to my common room now. I'll let you know tomorrow.”

She turned back once more, “Bye Hermione.”

Hermione sucked in a shaky breath, “Bye.”

…

Later that night, Hermione was alone in her bedroom quarters, quietly getting ready for bed. Her
mind was in a thousand different places, making it hard for her to focus on even the most mundane
of tasks. Try as she might, she just couldn't get her mind off of Amia leaving Hogwarts. She
hated how evil her mind was to herself- she could practically see Amia coming down to the great
hall tomorrow, her trunk packed, already dressed in her casual California wear. She could already
picture the bright smile on the girl's face. Of course she'd be ecstatic. Hermione only
hoped that she'd make it a point to say goodbye to her before going…

There was a knock, and Hermione turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway, both arms
braced on either side of the door frame. He looked haggard, but his eyes were glossy and discrete
as they stared at her.

Hermione finished buttoning her blouse, “What are you doing here?”

Harry shrugged his shoulders, still looking at her bizarrely.

“Should I go?”

“No, I just figured you'd be swamped at the office.”

“I got away…”

Hermione looked to the ground suddenly, trying to control her breathing. She knew he'd
probably have more information to share with her, but she was struggling as it was with the thought
of Mia leaving in the morning.

“Can we… can we just talk about everything in the morning?”

“Sure.”

Hermione sighed as she nodded in relief. *Good*, she thought, *that means nothings so
important that it can't wait one night.*

“I'm tired,” she said, looking back to her bed.

Harry jerked his head towards the comfy looking bed, “Go on then.”

Hermione looked at him, “Will you stay?”

Harry nodded once, “Of course.”

Without further mention of anything, Hermione turned, somewhat more content with things, and
climbed into her bed. Mindlessly, she scooted over to give Harry enough room too.

The mattress shifted under his weight and Hermione closed her eyes, feeling peace for the first
time that day as Harry's arm came around her middle.

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22. Green on Green
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 22: Green on Green**

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He's standing there. His appearance was slightly mystical, slightly illusory. But his smile
was just as warm as she'd always remembered. A rush of colour flooded her cheeks as she came to
the realization that he was looking at *her* so delicately, so beautifully. She smiled back at
him. She couldn't help it.

He opened his mouth, still staring at her. Hermione frowned, trying to make out the word he had
just mouthed. She sucked in a ragged breath as she realized for the first time that he was
shirtless. He looked just as chiselled and hard as he always had with only one exception- he was a
man now; his presence was broader and more encompassing compared to her. She could suddenly feel
the adrenaline thriving through her.

*She wanted him… oh, how she wanted him…*

Her eyes were again directed to his flash of movement- his hand was now wrapping around
something.

Gentle fingers touched her wrist and slid down, through her fingers. She felt a squeeze as she
watched Harry's hand tighten. Her heart started thumping.

She closed her eyes as she felt a strong arm pull her back into a hot, breathing body. His large
hand splayed across her stomach, again pulling her in.

Her breathing hollowed involuntarily. Automatically, she opened her eyes but met an unexpected
sight. He was gone! Where did he go?

A pair of lips pressed into her throat and she thought she heard herself let out a moan. It
didn't matter where he was, she thought. It felt good, it felt *so* good.

A streak of hot breath spread across her shoulder and she felt another kiss. It didn't make
sense!, she thought again vigorously. How could she be feeling his caresses if Harry was standing
*in front* of her? *He was right there…*

She was kissed again, and then her eyes snapped open.

Sunlight from the split curtains spilled across her bed, hitting her in the face. She figured
that could've been what was responsible for her flushed cheeks and tingling body. But as the
memory of last night passed through her, she knew that wasn't the case. Hermione could feel
Harry breathing behind her, his lips brushing across the back of her neck.

A rush of dread and pleasure ran down her spine as she stayed frozen in place. She knew she
should move, but didn't think she'd have the capability to. She hadn't felt this way in
so long, whatever *this way* actually was. Her body was set aflame again as Harry burrowed his
head further into her shoulder. His arms tightened around her. It made it hard for her to breathe,
also making it harder for her to concentrate on why this was wrong. Her thoughts could wait, she
decided a half second later. Right now, all she wanted to do was *feel*.

*But no*- she couldn't. Harry was… off limits… Her forehead crumpled as the battle
raged on in her head.

His mouth mumbled something unintelligible. She bit her lip.

*Please just wake up, please…*

And then a fortunate, depressing thing happened. Behind her, down lower by her thigh, she felt
something vibrate. His badge.

He woke with a jolt not a moment later and snatched his badge. Hermione recognized the Head
Auror's restricting voice reverberate around the room.

“Sightings of the dark mark have been leaked. All aurors not on assignment report to headquarters
immediately.”

She then felt another breath release from his mouth. He was awake now, and her thoughts were
confirmed as Harry sighed and pushed himself up.

As if in one with his movements, Hermione turned around to face him.

“I guess you have to get going?” she whispered against the sheets. She could only make out the
lines of his face thanks to the sun's influence.

His hand drew back slowly over her stomach, as if realizing for the first time the intensity of
their closeness. “I guess…” he muttered distractedly.

Harry looked lost in thought for a moment but it wasn't long before he was moving to get off
the bed. Hermione watched the way his shirt moved against his chest. She couldn't help
envisioning the strong chest she'd seen in her dream; she was surprised how vividly she
remembered.

“I'll be back as soon as I can,” Harry told her in a raspy voice as he stood up and stepped
into his boots.

Hermione sighed as another stab of pleasant dread surged through her. Could she really handle
another moment like the one she'd just had? Was it worth the risk?

Just as she was beginning to entertain the thought of what could've possibly happened had
Harry's badge not gone off, the flash of a girl appeared before Hermione's eyes.

All surging emotions came to a halt. The immense trepidation of which fate her daughter would
decide on today made all the tingling stop. Amia would need her even more if she left, whether she
was aware of that or not. The last thing Harry and Hermione should be doing was treading their old
waters… glimpsing back into the passion they had once felt for each other.

*Once?*

Not now. *Not now*.

“Harry, m-maybe you should go home after work tonight. Instead of coming here…”

Harry frowned as he pulled his thick cloak over his shoulders, “Do you not want me here? I thought
you wanted to know-”

“That's not what I mean. It's just… I mean, Ginny…” Hermione mumbled, feeling her own stab
of guilt as the image of her once friend appeared in her mind.

There was silence for a moment before Harry shrugged, “Ginny doesn't care.”

“Ginny doesn't care that you don't come home at night?” Hermione repeated in a stringent
tone.

“No… it's for work…” Even Harry seemed to realize how silly his excuse sounded. They both knew
that wasn't the majority reason.

“Usually husbands like going home to spend time with their wives, Harry,” Hermione reminded him
gently, her hands twisting at the sheets nervously.

Harry's tone was now exasperated, “Don't lecture me.”

Hermione frowned, matching his mock glare of annoyance, “I'm not lecturing you, you're just
confusing me!”

“I'm confusing you?” Harry repeated, shoving his wand into his wrist holster, causing a few
sparks to shoot out. Hermione jumped nervously as Harry squared his shoulders in front of her. Even
though he looked angry, his eyes were almost pleading with her.

“You said you felt safer with me around and now you're telling me that I shouldn't come?
If you don't want me here, then I won't come anymore. That's all you have to
say.”

Hermione's face melted in anger. She completely ignored her own warning reminding her how Harry
always was a bit testy in the mornings. To be honest though, she didn't care. Morning or not-
she didn't want to be the only one responsible for accepting the rational answer. Why did he
have to make things so difficult?

“Stop twisting my words around! I like it when you're here- but I shouldn't!”

“Why not?” Harry sneered, his eyes daring her to continue.

Hermione's shoulders slumped slightly, “Because you have a wife.”

“And you have a husband.”

“A husband that I'm divorcing.”

“Well maybe I'm divorcing Ginny.”

They both froze mid-tirade. Hermione stood up lightly from the bed, shell-shocked by what she
had just heard. If appearances weren't mistaking her, Harry also looked surprised by what
he'd just said.

“What?”

He sighed, pre-defeat already washing over him. That response had come out of nowhere. Quietly, he
shook his head, “Never mind.”

“Wait- you and Ginny are getting a divorce?”

It was like magnets the way his eyes suddenly fell into alignment with hers, “No… I don't
know…”

“How do you not know something like that?” Hermione asked, her chest rising and falling more
rapidly now.

“We haven't talked about it… but it's been heading in that direction for a long time now,”
Harry said, no longer the fiery character he'd made himself out to be a few moments ago. He
sounded sombre; bleak.

“I had no idea. I mean, Ron said you hadn't been getting along as well lately, but I didn't
know it was that bad…”

“Lately has been the past few years. Ever since Al came to Hogwarts, things really changed. We
didn't have anyone at home to pretend to be a loving couple to.”

Hermione stared at him, a breath caught in her throat, “To pretend?”

“I'm not in love with her, Hermione. I don't think she's really in love with me
either.”

She closed her eyes, trying to stop herself from running off with her imagination. “How can you be
so sure? Maybe it's just a phase-”

“That's a maybe I don't really care to find out about,” he said lowly.

She opened her eyes again and found him staring straight at her. “Harry…” she whispered, not
knowing what else to say to stop the ideas forming in his head.

Not now. *Not now…*

“I don't…” Harry muttered, choking on his words. He fought with himself before closing his eyes
and shaking his head defiantly, “Look, she's the mother of my two sons. For that I'll
always love her… but, in all honesty, I never should've been with her in the first
place.”

Her mouth fell open as her chest continued to rise and fall heavily. Their eyes were locked.


“I know it sounds terrible to say, but she wasn't exactly my first choice,” he whispered, his
gaze unfaltering from hers. The brick wall that had been built up in him over the past sixteen
years cracked. With every breath he took, he felt freer. He could already see the beautiful life
waiting beyond the wall, a life where he and Hermione were together.

“Harry-”

“What?”

Tears were pooling in her eyes as she forced herself to shake her head, “Please don't do
this.”

“Do what?” Harry asked, already picking apart the doubt in her eyes. This is what he had dreaded
most about breaking his wall…

“This. We've worked too hard to forget about all that-”

“The product of all that is living in this castle!” Harry charged suddenly, now desperate to deter
Hermione away from the abominable rationale she was landing on, “It's not very easy to keep
ignoring it when everyday I'm reminded of what we had.”

“Had,” she reiterated, taking a step back towards the bed. “Past tense.”

Harry was suddenly glaring again, “And that's it? It's as simple as that for you?”

“No, but… we shouldn't be treading these waters. This is a conversation we should not be
having.”

“Says who?” Harry asked, taking a step towards her.

Hermione was clearly effected by his closeness. She shuddered as she sucked in a harsh breath, her
eyes falling by the wayside. “I don't know…” she mumbled, defeated.

Daringly, he reached forward and grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to look at him, “Look, I can't
make you have those feelings for me. I can just tell you that they've always been there for me.
I've never forgotten.”

Her wide, shocked eyes stared into his for a few harsh seconds before Hermione silently pulled away
from him. She took a few steps to the side before glancing back at him, “Why didn't you say
something before?”

“I was… mad… I mean, the first thing you did when you came back was announce that you were with
Ron-”

“Only because I knew you were with Ginny,” Hermione retorted, the honesty of her statement evident
in the blush across her cheeks.

“Because I was mad at you! We never should've been split up in the first place- that wasn't
my fault!”

Hermione was startled by the loudness of his appeal, “I know it wasn't! But it… I- at the
time…”

“You hated me.”

The radical vibe of the room ceased and Harry and Hermione were left staring quietly, vulnerably
at each other. They hadn't been this honest with each other in so long. It was refreshing,
albeit terrifying. Harry knew he was making her cross the bridge that she had built up the moment
she had written that letter so many years ago. He closed his eyes, fighting back the bile as he
remembered her words…

“I hated myself Harry,” Hermione whispered weakly a moment later, wiping a stray tear away from the
corner of her eye. “I didn't want to pull you into that-- I just, I wanted for you to be happy
without me.”

“Well I'm not. And you're not happy either- I can tell.”

Hermione kept quiet, knowing his words were true. Even though she couldn't exactly regret the
letter she had written sixteen years ago, or the decisions she had made since then, she'd be a
liar if she said she hadn't spent countless nights wishing things had ended up differently. Her
reaction to his sleepy advances earlier that morning was proof of that.

“You may have fought too hard to forget,” he started, his voice renewed with gentleness, “but… most
of my happiest memories are my memories with you.”

She bit the corner of her lip as she stared back at him, “I've never forgotten.”

She felt his warm hand wrap around hers. A moment later she felt herself being pulled towards
him. Loud, obnoxious warning bells went off in her head but she was surprised how easy it was for
her to dismiss them. His other arm was winding delicately around her waste. She was staring at his
lips; she could tell he was staring at hers…

And then, right as their lips were edging in on each other, it happened. Harry's badge
vibrated again.

“Damn it,” Harry grunted. He had never been more annoyed with his profession. He reached in the
front pocket of his robes; he was going to grab his bloody badge and chuck it out the window…

“You should go,” Hermione's voice stopped him.

He looked down at her, his eyes already pleading, “I'm sure they don't need me that
bad-”

Hermione shook her head and took a step back, backing away from Harry's embrace, “No, Harry.
You have to go. This is- we... We can't do this.”

“Because of everyone else?" he asked, his voice now defeated.

Hermione was quiet. She turned, glancing out the window. Harry felt a twinge in his stomach; the
sun's rays made her look even more beautiful. Just as he was getting caught up in her again,
she turned, her eyes bearing the bad news he never wanted to hear her speak.

With glistening eyes, she shook her head, "We're not children anymore."

Involuntarily, he stopped breathing. He had nothing to say because he didn't know which emotion
was more dominant: the immense sadness he felt from her words, or the offence. The love he felt for
her had never been childhood love. It had always been as real as it was to him now at 36.

He wanted to prove it to her, to make her see. But he still couldn't breathe. Deep down, no
matter how hard he wanted to deny it, he knew she had a point. They weren't children anymore,
they had considerably more responsibilities. Their responsibility was now less of a broader sense,
but significantly more important to each of their hearts. They couldn't do this- not now. Not
with the potential that someone was trying to hurt their daughter. Despite the desire he had raging
within him, it all came down to that. Amia needed them more.

He was still silent, not breathing. Hermione shuffled nervously, “Harry?”

He looked up into her eyes again, letting her see desperation brewing there. She was the only
person he ever let see his vulnerable side. He knew it would do something to her.

“Okay,” he said. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out of her bedroom, out into the
empty classroom beyond.

Hermione wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. She hoped she hadn't just made the
second biggest mistake of her life.


…

Harry was stony and quiet on his way to Professor McGonagall's office. After leaving
Hermione's, his badge had vibrated again, prompting Harry to think it'd be wise to find the
Headmistress and let her know that he'd be leaving to deal with the press conference. If
already he was being called to handle the burgeoning situation down at the ministry he knew it
wouldn't be long before McGonagall would have to do the same. He could only imagine the amount
of owls in route to Hogwarts at the current moment.

He reached the two gargoyles outside of the Head's office and unhappily muttered the
password. He was trying his hardest to focus on what was happening at the ministry but he
couldn't help but think back to Hermione. He didn't have any thoughts to accompany the
image of her, frazzled and out of breath in the light sleep wear she'd been wearing that
morning.

She had hurt him; he was frustrated beyond belief… yet he still wanted her. It was the worst
feeling ever.

Harry reached the top of the stairs and knocked. After a few moments of silence, he knocked
again.

No answer came from McGonagall's door. He sighed, figuring his attempt to worn the
Headmistress had been futile. She must've been out running her own errands. With a calming
breath, Harry grabbed his wand. Unwillingly, he filled his mind with the happiest memories he could
come up with and raised his wand arm.

A stag erupted, mystic and glowing. Harry stared into its eyes, relating the message he wanted
to send to McGonagall, before the stag turned and galloped down the spiral staircase.

“Whoa!”

Harry frowned in the middle of putting his wand back in its holster. He took a couple steps down
the stairs.

Amia looked up at him, having watched the patronus disappear through a stone wall. Her face was
full of awe.

“You're deer ran right through me,” she said as Harry came down next to her.

“It's a stag.”

“Sorry.”

“It's alright.” He looked at her, measuring her up, “How are you feeling?” he asked a moment
later, “You alright?”

Mia shrugged, “Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Nothing to worry about.”

“Looking for McGonagall?”

“Yeah, I was suppose to come see her. I have to tell her something.”

Harry took an extra moment looking at her. He could guess what Amia had to tell her. With a sigh
he shook his head, “She's not in I'm afraid.”

“Oh, well that's okay. I can just come back later.”

A moment of silence passed between the two of them. Harry was trying to come up with something
useful to say while also still inconspicuously checking her over. He had caught a glimpse of her
yesterday asleep in the hospital wing; he couldn't describe the relief he felt to see her
standing before him okay.

Amia was looking suggestively down the spiral staircase, trying to think of how to make her
escape when her stomach grumbled loudly. She looked down, curious herself.

“Hungry?” Harry asked.

Amia shrugged, “I guess.” She hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday but given everything
that had happened, food seemed like the last thing she wanted to worry about.

“Why don't you go down to breakfast?” Harry asked, realizing that that's where
McGonagall probably was anyway.

Amia sort of shuffled to the side, “I… I don't really want to see anyone right now.” There
was a silence before she shrugged again, “Don't really feel like answering questions just
yet.”

Another silence followed. Harry could totally sympathize with her; how many times had he been in
her shoes? Not wanting to see anyone, not wanting anyone to see him? Out of everyone in this
castle, Harry was the one that had been through what she was going through. Maybe this was his
chance…

His eyes slowly drifted down to his front pocket where he knew his badge was. He then looked
back up to Amia, his mind made.

“Come on then.”

“Where are you going?” Amia asked as Harry trotted down a few steps past her.

Harry turned back to answer, “I'm taking you to the kitchens.”

“You don't have to, I'm sure you're busy,” Mia said, shoving her hands in the front
pocket of her navy blue Avalon Academy hoodie. Harry could tell it was just a cover.

He shook his head, “My work can wait. Anyway, Hermione would kill me if she knew I'd left
you hungry.”

Mia looked up to him and for a moment, green stared at green. Harry had never realized how
emotional it'd be to look into his daughter's eyes. Suddenly every nerve in his body was
reinforced with the idea that what they were doing was right. Hermione was right. They couldn't
lose sight of what was important. He'd always felt this way, even if it had been a little out
of view for a while. Everything he did had to be for her- he *had* to protect his
daughter.

Mia nodded awkwardly a second later, “Alright, lead the way.”

…

Amia had never been to the kitchens before. Therefore when James dad led her down to the
basement and directed them to a portrait of a bowl of fruit, she was rightfully shocked when he
tickled the painted pear and heard it emit a childlike giggle before transforming into an aged
doorknob.

Harry opened it for her and stepped aside for her to enter, grinning at the look on her face.
Once inside, Mia didn't even both to hide her awe. The place was huge!

Rows and row of cabinets lined the walls, storing pots and pans of all sorts of different sizes.
Food, drink, and other cookware zoomed through the air, descending down on a hoard of small-bodied
creatures working in groups at four long tables. They were similar in size to the house tables up
in the great hall, Mia thought.

Though thin and slight in appearance, every single house elf was keeping busy by cutting up
vegetables, scrambling eggs, roasting meats with a simple snap of their fingers, or doing some
other chore that Mia couldn't really keep up with. She watched as a group of house elves in
particular finished loading a platter of French toast and pancakes onto a large golden plate. Once
they had stopped loading side dishes on it, the golden saucer rose straight into the air, hovering
towards the roof. Amia frowned, wondering when the thing would stop before it would stick straight
to the ceiling, causing all the house elves hard work to be ruined. Her eyebrows shot up when,
instead of clattering against the kitchen ceiling, the platter disappeared through the top. It
suddenly made sense to her why the kitchens were in the basement.

“Whoa…” she muttered for the second time that morning.

Harry smirked, “Tell me about it.”

With his hand on her shoulder, he pushed her forward towards a spot on one of the middle tables
that the house elves weren't covering with their laborious preparations. Amia sat down and
Harry took the seat across from her. She followed his lead and copied as Harry grabbed a random
plate from the table and started taking from the random dishes that surrounded them.

It took her a second of watching before Amia realized how hungry she truly was. She eagerly
grabbed some of the pancakes another elf was setting on a plate, smiling at it as the elf looked up
in amazement at her.

She started eating, unaware of Harry's gazing, and was happy to feel the immediate effects
of nutrition in her aching body. After eating a couple, she grabbed a few more pancakes off the
platter before it began its ascent upwards.

She shook her head slightly, staring around at the diligent elves, “House elves are amazing. We
don't really have any where I'm from.”

“You know, when we were in 4th year, Hermione started a campaign for house elf
rights.”

Mia grinned, “Really?”

Harry nodded, “Yep. The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. Ron and I called it spew.
She used to hate that.”

Shea laughed, “Did she ever get any followers?”

“I wouldn't necessarily say she had followers but she did make a difference. Because of her
our old headmaster started paying the elves wages. There was this one elf, Dobby,” Harry told her,
smiling fondly at the memory of his old elf friend, “He really appreciated what Hermione used to
do.”

Mia looked around one more time at the bustling kitchen before nodding back at Harry, “That
sounds like something she would do.”

“Yeah. She's very… passionate…” Mia watched as Harry blinked once before going back to his
food. She could tell his persona was different from having brought up Hermione.

“You know her really well huh?” Amia asked curiously, half wondering if she had the right to be
asking Harry Potter this. She knew she had a little leeway with Hermione concerning personal
issues, but Mia couldn't deny the fact that she was curious about Harry too. There was just
something about the pair of them that remained unseen; something off in the distance blurred by
grey zones and boundaries. She knew it was none of her business but it was hard to settle for only
half the truth. Perhaps hearing Harry's side of the story would help her understand more about
her transfiguration professor.

Luckily, she thought, Harry didn't hesitate to answer, “Better than she knows herself-
whether she'll admit it or not. But don't get me wrong; there are times when I have no
bloody clue what the woman's on about.”

He dug at his sausage, tearing it apart angrily. Amia's eyebrows raised. Obviously there
*was* something there…

“Well… since you know her better than I do, do you know if she's ever taken any other
students under her wing before?”

“This is her first term teaching.”

“Oh. Right.”

Disappointed, Amia went back to her breakfast. Maybe it wasn`t going to be as easy to talk about
this as she'd imagined. Harry looked up and could tell that she was still looking for an
answer. He sighed quietly before answering, “I think you remind Hermione a lot of herself when she
was younger. Maybe that's why she's so adamant about looking after you.”

Amia nodded, pushing around some cut up pieces of pancake. A few moments of silence followed
where Harry and Amia only had the clanking of cauldrons and the *chop chop chop* of knives
touching the elves' wooden cutting board to listen to. Amia didn't know what spurred her to
do it, but a few seconds later when the question escaped her lips, she figured she might as well.
If he didn't want to talk more about Hermione then there was no point beating around the
bush.

“The people that attacked Hogsmeade yesterday- they're Lord Voldemort's followers
aren't they?”

Harry looked up at her, eyes wide. It was a moment before he could answer, “I don't know. We
caught no one.”

“But that sign in the sky was Lord Voldemort's sign. I read about it in History of Magic,”
Amia said, letting him know what she already knew.

Harry swallowed roughly, “The sign yesterday was Voldemort's trademark, yes.”

“Doesn't that mean that whoever's attacking are his old followers? I thought most of
them were in prison or dead. Does this mean-” By that point, Mia had set down her fork and was
leaning over the table, closer to Harry. Her eyes were getting wider and wider with the
possibilities before Harry stopped her.

“This is nothing for you to worry about. Let me and my colleagues handle it,” he said, giving
her a firm look.

Mia wasn't deterred, “Why would death eaters be trying to break into the school? What are
they after?”

Harry too dropped his fork. He looked up at her with the undoubtable look of determination
etched into every corner of his face. He didn't have to guess why she was asking these
questions; she was his kin after all. It was in their blood to ask these types of questions. But
what worried him was that she felt like she *had* to ask. The last thing he wanted was for her
to think she was now inadvertently involved. This wasn't for her to worry about; yesterday was
a mishap. He wasn't going to let these people hurt her again.

“Mia, I'm not going to let anything happen to you,” he vowed, the intensity of his words
linked with his strong gaze.

She blinked, clearly taken aback. “Oh… thanks, but you don't have to worry about me. I'm
not anything special,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Harry frowned at her last comment, “What?”

“Nothing…”

She looked back down to her plate, trying to figure out how to get past their second stalemate.
It seemed like she was only getting dead ends with the auror.

“You wouldn't tell me even if you did know, right?” she guessed a moment later.

He fixed her with a hard stare, “I understand what it's like to be curious Amia. But
don't go putting yourself in the middle of whatever's going on. It's my job to stop
whoever's doing this- not yours. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah,” she replied with a slight roll of her eyes. Why did adults always have to forget what
it's like to be curious? She didn't want to go out and stop the lunatic herself- she just
wanted to know.

“Good,” Harry said, not catching her peal of defiance.

Amia let out a giggle a minute later. Harry looked up at her with a curious smile of his
own.

“What?”

Mia shook her head. She had been wondering what Hermione would`ve done to get the answer out of
him. Probably just threaten to hex him or something… “I bet you dragged Hermione into so much
trouble when you were kids,” she said instead to answer his question.

Immediately he scoffed, “Lies. She was the most clever witch in the entire school. We had the
impulse, she showed us the way.”

“Was it hard for you to go to school here? With everyone knowing who you were… what you had
done?”

Harry shrugged, “It was a bit stressful at times.”

“Stressful,” Amia mumbled half under her breath, “Yeah.”

“What do you know about it?” Harry questioned, giving her a imploring look.

Quickly, Mia shook her head, “Oh nothing. Just curious.”

“You've never had anything happen like this at your home school right?” Harry asked, almost
nervous to hear the answer.

“I don't think so. Nothing this major. But my school is just a little school out in the
Pacific. Nobody important goes there.”

Again, Harry frowned at her comments of herself, “Hermione's told me how advanced you are.
You don't consider yourself important?”

“No,” Mia answered automatically before her attention caught on to what else he'd said,
“Hermione told you I was advanced?”

“Yeah. Hasn't anyone else ever said that to you?”

She looked away for a moment before shrugging. She didn't care to think about that at the
moment.

In the moments Amia spent trying to distance them from the topic of her being `advanced',
Harry took the time to look at her. He wonder how many hours of looking at her he'd missed
exactly, and wondered if it was ever possible for him to make up the lost time. It really would be
terrible if she left. This was the first time they'd ever really spent time together and
already he felt like he never wanted their breakfast to end. He could only try and imagine what
Hermione's feelings were. She saw Mia every day… how hard would it be to live a life where Amia
wasn't here? Would they have to find out so soon? Now that they knew what it was like to have
her around, the possibility seemed cruel.

And while he never wanted to have to think about it, the idea that Mia could be leaving- today-
was very real. He knew he had an infinite amount of time to make up with her; he wasn't going
to lose out on his golden opportunity by boring her with his stares.

He cleared his throat, determined to keep her entertained, “So, any good quidditch in America?
Sorry but the New England team's absolute shit.”

Amia laughed and looked up with renewed enthusiasm, “That's because nobody cares about
quidditch there. It's so old fashioned.”

“Have you ever played a real game?”

Mia wrinkled her nose, “Hell no. I'd like to think I'm *not* a part of the medieval
club.”

“Quidditch is the best sport on earth,” Harry groaned dramatically. He smiled as she chuckled,
“You aren't afraid of heights, are you?”

“No.”

“Really?” Harry asked again.

“Why do you sound so surprise?”

*Because your mother is terrified of heights and looking at you is like looking at her*.
“Er, no reason. Usually that's why girls don't care for flying,” he quickly covered.

Mia shrugged, taking a sip from a glass of pumpkin juice the elves had brought over for them,
“I've never flown on a broomstick.”

Harry's eyes went wide, “You're joking.”

She shook her head, giving the auror a sorry-to-disappoint-you look, “It's not that popular
where I come from. I think I want to try though- James makes it seem like a lot of fun.”

“Well he is my son. Flying comes easy to us,” he said proudly.

Mia raised an eyebrow, “Braggadocios much?”

Harry shrugged, “It's not bragging if it's the truth.”

Amia gave him a cockeyed look as she laughed, “I think in this case it still might be.”

“Alright maybe,” Harry relented with a grin, “I'll have to take you flying sometime.”

The question had escaped him before he really had time to think about its implications. The
breath caught in his throat as he looked up to her for her reply.

But Amia didn't look weirded out. She again looked curious, “You'd do that?”

Harry shrugged nonchalantly, “I wouldn't want you to learn from the wrong person.”

A second passed before a smile appeared in the corner of her mouth. She nodded her approval,
“That'd be cool.”

Harry wanted to burst out in a smile but he told himself to keep his composure. Instead he
cleared his throat and voiced the question he was surprised hadn't been brought up before now,
“I take it you're staying then?”

Amia frowned, surprised by his question, “How did you…” But then she stopped herself. *He was
an auror*, she reminded herself before shrugging, “I don't know to be honest. Every time I
decide on whether or not I want to go home, I start thinking about the other option even more. I
*really* want to go home, but a part of me feels like I have a place here too.”

“You definitely have a place here Amia.”

Amia glanced at him before nodding, “Yeah… I've only been at Hogwarts for a short amount of
time but it already feels like home.”

Harry mimicked Mia's early actions by pushing some food around on his plate, “More of a home
than the place where your family is?”

Amia snorted, “You don't know my family. *Africa* is more of a home than with
them.”

“I'm sorry to hear that,” Harry said, surprised by the vigor of her sarcasm.

“Don't be,” Mia said unabashedly, “It doesn't bother me.”

“Shouldn't it though? It is your family. You live with your mother don't you?” Harry
asked, feeling more free to ask the questions he'd been dying to know. He hadn't even told
Hermione how it kept him awake at night sometimes; it was terrible to have such burning questions
about his daughter's well being while not having any rational way to find out. But they were
together now, in a seemingly comfortable setting. Maybe this really was his golden opportunity.

Amia struggled with herself for a few moments. Harry could tell she was trying to think about
the easiest way to explain to him. “I don't expect people to understand,” she started bleakly,
“My concept of family is just different I think. I don't look at my mother like as the woman
who gave me life. To me, she's just… a lady… that I'll have to deal with until I'm of
age to leave and never come back. Done deal,” she finished, hitting the side of her hand on the
table, almost like she was imagining cutting the cord.

Harry sighed sadly, “I understand how you feel about them more than you think.”

“Yeah… I guess you would.”

Harry gave her a questioning look to which Mia shrugged, “We had to read about you in History of
Magic,” she explained.

Harry's eyes rolled to the side as he let out a pained groan, “Bloody hell, you must be
joking.” He remembered the time Ginny revealed to him that the History of Magic ghost had
incorporated Harry into his lesson plan. He still to this day was annoyed by it.

“Nope,” Amia said, not bothering to hide her grin, “There was a pretty extensive chapter on you.
Binns actually pepped up a lot more going over your life. Probably because 20 years ago doesn't
seem like long at all to him.”

“Dozy bugger…”

Amia then laughed loudly, “No offence but the Skeeter articles about you are kind of
hilarious.”

Harry looked worried, “Please tell me you didn't read too many of those. That woman is the
bane of my existence.”

“No I didn't read too many. Just the ones from your fourth year. Rumour has it you and
Hermione had a thing. She refused to answer my questions about her love triangle with you and
Victor Krum,” she finished, wiggling her eyebrows in Harry's direction.

He fidgeted, “That- that was, um you see Skeeter was just a- a… listen, Hermione only went to
the Yule ball with Krum. It never went beyond that. Rita Skeeter is just… a bloody vulture…
she'll make a story out of anything and everything.”

Amia couldn't help but laugh at the man's awkwardness, “Is she still in the
business?”

“No- thank bloody Merlin. She herself had a scandal a couple years back. Witch Weekly exposed
her for hiring wizarding escorts… of all things…”

Mia put a hand over her mouth to cover her laughter, “That's awesome.”

Harry nodded, now grinning too, “Her being forced into retirement is even more awesome.”

They both took a sip from their goblets and then another bite of pancakes. They were both still
chewing when Amia addressed him again, “So you're going to be staying around Hogwarts more,
yeah?”

Harry swallowed, then nodded, “My duties will be focused here, yes.” *And by duties, I mean
personal responsibilities, and by personal responsibilities, I mean you.*

Amia took another bite as she let herself wonder over the man in front of her. At first, she had
just thought of him as James dad. Then his persistentness she found a bit weird. But wasn't
that to be expected, especially after all the things she learned about him in History of Magic?
Their breakfast had been more than decent; Harry Potter had turned out to be a pretty good guy
after all. She could see him more in James now… and she could also see why Hermione was so close to
him. Or had been so close to him at least…

She looked up at the auror and took the chance to study him as he finished off the rest of his
plate. He was going to be stationed at Hogwarts- the most important auror with the ministry was
going to be stationed here, where some dark forces were trying to penetrate. That had to mean
something, whether about how serious the situation was in general or how serious the situation
could become if anything else were to happen. But maybe he was here for more than just professional
reasons too. Her thoughts jumped back to her transfiguration professor. She had to try again…

“Can I ask you a question?”

Harry nodded easily, “Sure.”

“Did you ask if I was afraid of heights because Hermione's afraid of heights?”

Amia's eyes were fixed on his face as he looked up awkwardly, “Er, well she is
actually…”

She nodded before continuing, “Can I ask you another question?”

“Okay…” Harry said, though much more skeptical now.

Amia took a calm breath, “Do you think I look like her?”

Harry's eyes closed but he otherwise didn't hesitate, “You look exactly like her.”

“Have you guys always been so close?”

“No. To tell you the truth there was a long time where we didn't talk much.”

“Why?” she asked, her voice now much lower in trepidation.

Harry sighed shakily, “Just… we started living different lives.”

“So this was after you two came back from the States?”

“Yeah- wait, what did you say?” His eyes snapped to hers but Amia didn't lose her resolve.
She took another deep, calming breath.

“I asked if this was after you two came back from the States? From Boston?”

Harry dropped his fork. It clattered noisily on the table.

“She-she told you I was in Boston with her?”

The warm rush of resolution washed throughout her. Amia loved that feeling- she loved finding
the answer to a long-awaited question. Acknowledging Harry, she shook her head gently, “She
didn't have to. You just did.”

Harry's eyes widened slightly, “I-”

“Don't worry, I won't tell anyone,” she said, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.

“Es-”

She nodded, “Especially your kids. Promise.” Harry sat back, watching as Amia cut up the rest of
her pancake. He was reeling from the unexpected turn their conversation had taken and was wondering
what to say now that he'd been revealed. No one else had ever found out that Harry and Hermione
were together in Boston; how ironic that the first person would be the third member of their family
at the time…

“Can I ask you another question though?” Mia asked, breaking the silence once more.

“What?” he asked, his voice sounding much more hard and edgy.

Amia had the decency to look shy, “What did you guys get in a fight over?”

“What makes you think we got in a fight over anything?” Harry asked sharply.

Amia sank in her chair and shrugged quietly, “Why else wouldn't you have ended up
together?”

Harry sucked in a breath and froze. He'd rather be thrown to a pack of angry giants than
have to answer his daughter the question he himself hadn't even been able to figure out. For a
split second he wondered if Amia knew how different her life was close to becoming, or had once
been close to becoming. He wondered if maybe, deep, deep down she was starting to figure everything
out… But before he could get too wrapped up in that very opaque reality, he shook his head
hard.

“It's complicated.”

“That's what she said too,” she mumbled, looking down to her plate. She was kind of
disappointed with his answer but then she reminded herself that she shouldn't be so concerned.
What did it matter to her anyway?

“Sorry, sometimes I ask way too many questions,” she apologized, giving Harry a sheepish
look.


He shook his head to signal it was okay but Amia could tell she had overstepped her lines. Harry
looked sad and washed over now, she would even go as far to say that he looked a bit sickly. But
before she could read too far into another situation that was none of her business, she
backtracked, trying to find something that wouldn't end their breakfast on a sour note.

“It's cool that you guys worked past whatever happened though. You've been through a
lot; it's inspiring to know you're still friends.”

Harry nodded, “Yeah. She's uh… my best friend…”

“I'm full,” Amia announced a second later. “Excellent work everyone,” she called out to the
house elves.

Several of the little, wrinkled bodies descended on her as she stood, thanking her and trying to
shake her hand. Harry watched as Amia grinned and laughed at the elves enthusiasm, before turning
back to Harry with a grateful smile.

“Thanks for bringing me here. I think I should go find the Headmistress now; gotta tell her my
fate.”

Harry gasped slightly, but it wasn't enough for Amia to notice. She hadn't told him! She
hadn't said exactly what she was going to do. What if this was their last moment together? What
should he do? Hug her? Vow to protect her from harm?

Harry had glanced down in the midst of his anxiety. He had to say something encouraging to leave
her with, he knew that. But when he looked back up, expecting to see his daughter standing there
waiting for his response, she was gone.

He turned to the portrait hole and caught a glance of Amia pulling the hood of her sweatshirt
over her head before the portrait of the fruit basket swung shut.

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23. The Second Chance
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Lost Daughter

Chapter 23: The Second Chance

**[AN] I apologize for how long it's been. To keep you from worrying, you can always trust
that this story will be completed; it's just a matter of when.**

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Hermione's foot couldn't stop tapping against the floor up at the staff table. Her plate
had gone untouched so far except for some juice and a little toast. She couldn't eat though.
She had too much on her mind.

Trying to force aside her lingering thoughts of Harry and what had almost nearly transpired
between them earlier that morning, Hermione had yet to see Amia show up at breakfast. The girl was
usually rushing in at the last second but her tardiness today left something for Hermione to fear.
Today was supposed to be the day she was deciding her fate: would Amia Cooper stay in her transfer
at Hogwarts or would she return home, back to Avalon Academy, back to California…

Hermione let out an impatient sigh for the thousandth time that morning and let her eyes scan
the hall again. Rose was gone too; she had noticed her youngest daughter missing from the gossiping
groups crowding the Gryffindor table.

Alas it didn't seem to be only Hermione. The entire hall seemed just as jittery. Everyone
was waiting for some sort of news. Subconsciously, she glanced to her left towards Professor
McGonagall's vacant seat.

Hermione sighed a little more indignantly this time. She hated how she always had to be the one
lately to wait around for answers. She wanted to be proactive but she didn't know where to
start. Mia was gone, so was McGonagall. Perhaps it wasn't too far off to believe that they were
together, discussing Amia's future.

Hermione looked down at her hardly-touched food and sighed dejectedly. She thought of how fate
was crueler than ever. It was only about ten in the morning but already it seemed like she'd
lost forever two of the people she would most willingly give her life for. Her emotions were
spiraling downward and she was unsure how to compose herself around such drama.

As if on cue, Neville sitting next to her nudged her arm gently, “You alright Hermione?”

“Just a lot on my mind,” she mumbled in return, not looking up at him. A minute later she stood
and began moving her way towards the exit of the hall.

She wanted to grieve alone.

…

An hour or two had passed. Hermione's eyes were still pink from all the crying. She had a
crumbled tissue clutched in her hand as she wrote small grammatical marks on the essays she was
grading. It's not like she was humiliated for being in such a state but she also didn't
want to return her students' work with tear stains all over it.

The room was quiet besides the sniffles and light etchings coming from Hermione. There were so
many thoughts running through her mind that she was desperately trying to ignore (failingly so)
that it made sense when she failed to register the knock at her classroom. As a result, it gave her
quite a jolt when she looked up from a 5th year Ravenclaw's essay and saw Minerva
McGonagall standing before her.

“Professor McGonagall.”

“I'm sorry Miss Granger, I didn't mean to interrupt your work.”

Hermione frowned slightly at being called `Miss Granger'. Usually McGonagall would just say
Mrs. Weasley. Besides hearing it used for professional reasons, it had been a long time since
anyone had called her Miss Granger.

“Oh, no. What can I do for you?”

“I came to update you on the new safety procedures Hogwarts will begin implementing until
further notice.”

Hermione paused for a second, her eyes falling away from the older woman's grave face. New
procedures… had the teachers been instructed like this by Dumbledore when she and the boys were in
school and the trouble of Lord Voldemort and his death eaters were starting to become a serious
threat?

She would've taken a second to reminisce but remembering McGonagall was right in front of
her, she snapped back into action. “Of course. Please sit,” she added, waving her wand at the pile
of books resting in the chair opposite her desk. They rose into the air and zoomed over to an empty
corner while the older matron sat down.

The expression on her face when she looked up to Hermione next made the educator look like
she'd age over night.

“So what have you and the Board come up with?” Hermione asked, now with dire curiosity.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath before she started speaking. Hermione tried to
meticulously listen to her old teacher, but as she went on she couldn't fight the overwhelming
sensation creeping within her, threatening to pull her into absolute hysteria. Seventeen years
later and it's like it was happening all over again…

“…Hogsmeade weekends will be cancelled indefinitely, until the aurors can apprehend any suspects
behind the attacks. All other restrictions on outside ventures will remain intact during this
period. Quidditch matches will henceforth be put on hold and all grounds classes will be
rescheduled into castle classrooms.”

Hermione sighed, “So we're trapping them in the castle.”

“I'm sure you understand Miss Granger; the risk is just not worth it.”

“Of course… it's just… extremely unfortunate.”

McGonagall nodded stiffly, “On another note, should any students approach you with uncertainty
of their safety here or inquire about returning to their homes, please send them to my office.”

Hermione seemed surprised by that, “Do you expect many students to leave?”

“We've lost twelve so far today.”

Hermione sucked in a harsh breath. Twelve. She wasn't expecting to hear such a large number.
Her body splintered over as the question left her lips.

“Has… has Miss Cooper seen you yet?”

McGonagall's eyes narrowed peculiarly for a half moment but washed over with flat rationale
a second later, “Given what happened to her yesterday, I expect the child to have a decent lay in
today.”

“Right. Just curious,” Hermione muttered evasively. She felt like her heart was beating out of
her chest.

“The Heads have been notified and are alerting their houses. Do you have any questions for
me?”

“Have you been updated on Mr. Stonem's condition?”

McGonagall's austere manner was brought down a notch. For the first time that weekend, the
headmistress looked sad. “He's in intensive care at St. Mungo's. I'm sure they're
doing everything they can for him.”

“Poor boy.” Hermione didn't know how she'd cope ever seeing her children in the state
the Head Boy was in. She pictured Amia laying limp in a hospital bed with blood soaking through her
bandages. The thought made her sick.

McGonagall nodded, “Any other questions?”

“No. Thank you for stopping by Professor.”

With a shared look of mutual understanding, the headmistress stood and walked out of the
class.

It was a moment before Hermione realized what McGonagall's visit had left her with. Amia was
still at Hogwarts.

…â€¨â€¨

The Ministry of Magic was a mad house. Upon hearing the news of the attack on Hogsmeade, the
wizarding world had gone into a panic. Writers and journalists were sprinting the halls, trying to
stick their ears and pens in on anything new relating to the Hogsmeade attacks. In turn, aurors and
other ministry officials were falling all over each other, trying to share information and get the
latest orders from their Heads. Everyone was calling the question of whether or not
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned. Harry's jaw had flexed every time he listened to someone
use Voldemort's moniker. He couldn't believe one attack could cause everyone to revert back
to their pre-war fears.

As he stood up on stage behind the podium, listening as Robards quelled everyone's
blossoming paranoia, he couldn't help but think harder about the possible connection between
the Hogsmeade attack and his daughter. He wouldn't be fooled into believing that she'd been
attacked on chance. Someone had set out to get Amia. But she'd been okay- practically stood up
and walked off whatever curse she'd been hit with. How had her attacker responded to that? Or
better yet, how had they even known where to find her? Could they really have been keeping such
close tabs on his daughter to know when she had transferred to Hogwarts? The thought made a blaze
of furry streak up his back.

He and Hermione had made absolutely positive that they had covered their daughter's tracks.
Yet, her first public outing and they knew exactly where to find her. Sixteen years of protection
had all been shot to hell thanks to one Hogsmeade weekend.

But he couldn't let himself feel entirely helpless. Amia had recovered, thank Merlin.
Concentrating on that helped propel him further into his new theory…

Just like they had on Saturday, their attackers in Boston all those years ago had practically
come out of nowhere. Not until after their attacks could Harry and Hermione connect that they had
been discovered based on a trace tied to Mia in the womb. But where had the culprits gotten the
trace from in the first place?

The memory of what had stimulated their attackers in Boston was the current reason why Harry
found himself, with electrifying tenseness, stepping out of the lift on the ninth floor of the
ministry, the Department of Mysteries.

The long shadowy corridor was just as eerie as it always was for him, but the walk went by
shortly. In no time he was standing in front of the door that had had such a profound, dark impact
on his life. He raised his wand at it.

“I, Auror Harry Potter, wish to enter the Hall of Prophecies.”

The tip of Harry's wand started to glow before the door leading back to the shady corridor
slammed shut and the entrance room started spinning. A plain wood door stopped in front of him, its
doorknob illuminated.

He kept his wand out as he stepped forward and opened the door. Towers upon towers of shelves
housing small glowing blue spheres met his eyes. He felt an inevitable chill run down his spine but
put that feeling behind him as he started to browse.

Of course he knew there was a big chance that his daughter's prophecy had been outright
stolen seventeen years ago, but he wasn't positive. It *was* possible that their attackers
in Boston had only heard the prediction or got the story second hand. There was a small chance that
Amia's prophecy could be among the rows and rows of shining blue orbs. They were very
intricately organized but since Harry didn't know how they were sorted, he was scanning
everywhere. Not before long, he came to the shelf and row where his prophecy once sat stored. A
different prophecy sat there now, but the feeling of looking at that spot again was the same.

Harry sighed and glanced around the vast hall. He knew coming here was a long shot. However, he
was so excited with the prospect of new evidence that the small chance of finding something worthy
was irrelevant. Also, it would've been nice to go back to Hermione with something concrete.

He wasn't ready to give up though. His eyes glanced over his old prophecy once more before
he raised his wand straight up,

“*Accio-*”

“Can I help you?”

Harry spun around, his wand now pointing at a man's temple. His eyes caught the Ministry
badge pinned to the bloke's robes before he begrudgingly eased himself.

Harry cleared his throat, “Are you an unspeakable?”

The man, with his hawk-like eyes stared at him unfalteringly, “Yes.”

“I'm Harry-”

“I know who you are. How can I help you?”

Harry frowned at the man. He wanted to size him up, but something about his stare made Harry
feel almost too intimidated to do so. Something seemed familiar about him, with his forceful gaze,
flawless complexion, neat golden hair, and strong posture, but Harry was sure he'd never seen
him before.

“I need help finding a prophecy,” he said eventually.

“A prophecy created concerning you?”

“No, created for someone else.”

The man's lip twitched up the slightest into a gaunt smile, “My apologies Auror Potter but I
can not help you.”

“Perhaps if I gave you the name of the person-”

“Only the prophesized may retrieve their prophecies.”

Harry let out a breath, trying to keep his temper in check, “I'm not trying to do anything
with it- I just want to make sure it exists. Is there any type of registry your department keeps to
document prophesies?”

“Is this an official ministry matter?”

Harry narrowed his eyes. It seemed like the unspeakable was challenging him. “Yes. The details
of my case are confidential. I'm only trying to verify the existence of a prophecy or perhaps
see who predicted it.”

The man was silent for a moment, perhaps considering Harry's request. After a couple seconds
however, he shook his head once more. “I'm sorry Auror Potter but you've wasted your time.
My department keeps no record of seers' predictions.”

Harry sighed, the terrible sense of failure settling in his stomach, “And there's no way I
could try and summon the prophecy?”

“Who's fate exactly are you looking for?” the man questioned, a twinkle present in his amber
eyes. Harry stared at him, trying to not take offense. He hadn't spent much time at all working
with the Department of Mysteries personnel, but he could've sworn it was like this unspeakable
was toying with him. He wanted to retaliate- do something to get the smug innocence out of his
eyes- but knew it would only cause trouble.

Instead, his only response was to jerk his head stiffly. “It's confidential. I'm sorry I
wasted your time.”

Without another word, Harry spun on his heels and started off towards the exit. Like a hawk, the
unspeakable watched him until he disappeared behind a shelf.

…â€¨â€¨

Rose had tried to wait as long as possible up in the Gryffindor common room for Amia to wake up
that Sunday morning. However, with the day already approaching one in the afternoon, Rose's
stomach couldn't take it any longer. James, Albus, and her brother had already been past her to
head out for breakfast. Her point had been to wait for Amia so that her friend could have some
support facing down all the stares and questions in the Great Hall. But if she wasn't up
already, it was probably for good reason. Besides, Rose would be a liar if she didn't have her
own version of interrogation on Mia's attack yesterday. She still couldn't believe Tony
Stonem had to be transferred to St. Mungo's for care.

She could tell the Great Hall would be empty considering how she passed only a couple clusters
of students on the way down, hurrying around in tight groups, their conversation engrossed in
gossip. She was expecting a quiet trip as she stepped off the staircase and headed out into the
large corridor.

Her plans for a peaceful journey were dashed as she came out into the hall and saw Scorpius
Malfoy sitting in a window ledge across from her. He saw her immediately and jumped up.

“Why such a late brunch?” he asked, walking up to her.

Rose fumbled, “Er- I-I was going to wait for Mia but she never came down.”

“Oh,” Scorpius nodded. His eyes scanned over her longingly leading Rose to inquire,

“Have you been waiting for me?”

“I wanted to make sure you were all right.”

Rose paused. He wanted to check she wasn't hurt after yesterday's chaos. A flutter of
butterflies passed through her but she couldn't ignore the random unease creeping around the
back of her mind.

Scorpius had intended to spend the day with her in Hogsmeade but the day before he had
cancelled. Then Hogsmeade was attacked…

Rose flinched, a little perturbed that her mind would come to a conclusion like that. There was
no way Scorpius had anything to do with yesterday's attacks. What a rogue feeling, Rose
thought.

“The attack was pretty scary but I'm okay. Only the Head Boy got really hurt.”

Scorpius nodded, “Yeah I heard about that. Mia doing alright?”

“I haven't seen her,” Rose said with a shrug.

“At least you weren't with them.”

Rose looked at him and saw proof of the relief in his eyes. Her stomach erupted in flutters
again.

“So you were going to eat?”

“I just wanted to get out of Gryffindor tower really,” Rose lied.

Scorpius looked glad to hear this, “I know somewhere we can go.”

“Okay,” Rose replied. She didn't know how a boy could do this to her but with the way
Scorpius was looking at her, she would've gone anywhere with him.

…

Hermione sat alone, sniffing and dabbing at her red eyes in the corner of her room. She had a
few candles lit but it was only enough light to allow her to see one small photograph in the
otherwise darkness of the night.

A couple of hours had passed since Hermione had begrudgingly made herself leave dinner at the
Great Hall. She had sat at the staff table for a solid two hours, her eyes trained on the door,
waiting with bated breath for her daughter to come through. Alas, it had all been left to her
imagination. Amia had never showed, nor had Professor McGonagall. Her day of trepid waiting had
ended in the most heart-breaking way.

She wasn't sure how she'd made it back to her class in one piece, but as soon as she was
in her own safe confines she'd headed straight for the only photograph she'd ever had of
her daughter. She'd been sitting at her bed staring down into Mia's baby green eyes ever
since.

Her eyes were red from crying so much and just when she thought she didn't have any more
tears to shed, she could feel the moisture in her eyes once more. Bringing the photo up to her
chest, she screwed her eyes shut and tried to sob quietly.

She wasn't sure how long had passed when a knock at her door startled her from her grieving.
Hermione jolted, instantly reaching up to brush away her tears. Silence engulfed the room as she
waited, trying to listen for any signs of movement on the other side. Now that she thought about
it, she didn't feel much like seeing anyone right now. Maybe they would just leave.

A couple seconds pass before a lighter knock came from the other side. Maybe it was Harry,
Hermione thought, and for a fleeting moment Hermione's heart skipped a beat.

Did she want to see him? What if he had important news?

Carefully, Hermione stowed the baby picture in her robes pocket and approached the door. She put
her hand on the door knob, took a deep breath, then pulled it open.

“Mia!”

She felt like a warm blanket fell over her body, replenishing every inch of her with relief and
elation. Amia, in all her grace, was standing before her, staring at her with intent, absorbing
eyes. Hermione choked back a sob.

The girl looked worried, “What's wrong with you?”

Hermione's hand reached up to her face, giving herself away. She brushed at her cheeks
hoping the tearstains would disappear.

“Oh, nothing, nothing- what are you doing here? I-I thought you were gone already.”

Mia frowned again, “You thought I would've left without saying goodbye?”

Hermione bit her lip, touched by the girls words, “I wasn't sure how tight of a schedule
you'd be on…”

“Oh,” she mumbled, looking down to the large book in her hands, “I came to give this back.”

Hermione looked down at it too but shook her head, “You can keep it. It might be of some use to
you in the future.”

“If I need it again I'll just come back and borrow it. I know how important your collection
is to you.”

Hermione's eyes went wide and she fixed Amia with a bewildered look. Had she heard her
correctly? “Come back?”

Mia raised an eyebrow as she nodded peculiarly, “Yeah… as in ask to take it again… later on…
Hermione are you sure you're alright?”

Hermione could feel her hands shaking, “You're staying?”

Amia looked humbled as she ran her hand through her hair, tucking her bangs behind her ear, “Oh,
yeah, I guess I should've made that clear...”

Another sob caught in Hermione's throat and before she knew it, she had tossed the book back
onto a table and pulled Amia forward into a tight embrace. Mia had been taken completely off guard
but it only took her a second to hug Hermione back.

“McGonagall's reaction was completely the opposite of this,” she said, her voice muffled by
Hermione's shoulder. She smiled when Hermione let out a strangled laugh.

“You're such a brave girl Mia,” Hermione whispered, pulling back to look at her.

She shrugged, “Not really. I just like Hogwarts more than I thought I would. I don't feel
ready to go. That's all.”

A watery smile pulled at the corner of Hermione's mouth. Before she knew it, she found her
hands gripping Amia's shoulders.

“I promise I won't let anything like this happen to you again,” she said, gazing with all
the emotion she'd been fighting to control earlier suddenly at peace.

But Amia only shrugged, “It's not like it was your fault Hermione. The attackers
would've cursed anyone left on the streets.”

“Still, you have my word.”

It was a few seconds before Amia could muster a genuine smile, “Thanks Hermione.”

Hermione nodded, pleased with her acceptance. She looked Mia up and down once more before
asking, “Where have you been all day? You weren't at any meals…”

“I was finishing that essay for you in my room pretty much all day,” Mia replied, happy to hear
Hermione coming back to normal.

“Have you eaten anything? You must be starved,” she fretted, still staring studiously at the
girl in her baggie hoodie and slim torn jeans.

“I had breakfast this morning but I am pretty hungry.”

“Too bad you didn't finish a bit earlier. Dinner has already been cleaned up.”

“I was trying to avoid the Great Hall more than anything today,” Mia muttered, glancing down at
her shoes to avoid eye contact with Hermione.

Hermione frowned wondering if she felt ashamed or embarrassed about wanting to be alone, because
she absolutely shouldn't. After what Amia went through yesterday it was totally understandable
that she'd want to keep her distance. Hermione couldn't believe she didn't come to that
conclusion herself earlier. It was so Harry…

“I understand,” she said, reaching forward to pat her shoulder gently. She knew the girl must be
in need of comforting if she hadn't spoken to anyone else that day. “Come on then, I'll
take you down to the kitchens.”

An excited look came over Amia's face, “Sweet, I think I like eating down there better
anyway. Phenomenal service.”

Hermione gave her a questioning look as they started walking to the exit of class, “When have
you been to the kitchens?”

“Just today actually. Harry took me.”

Hermione was surprised, “He did?”

“Yeah when I first went to go talk to McGonagall this morning. She'd already left so he
offered to take me.”

Hermione looked off into the distant corridor as they closed her classroom door. “That was nice
of him,” she said absentmindedly, her thoughts suddenly distant.

Amia watched Hermione out of the corner of her eye as they made their way through the empty
halls, “Yep.”

Hermione was quiet for a second and Mia couldn't help but pass judgment on the silence,
secretly assuming who her teacher was busy thinking about.

“So you like Harry?” Hermione asked a minute later.

Mia nodded easily, “Yeah, he's cool. I thought he was a bit weird at first… but to be
honest, I thought you were a bit weird at first too,” she finished, grinning impishly.

Hermione scoffed, “Well excuse me Miss California…”

Mia laughed, “You're excused. No worries.”

Hermione looked at the girl lovingly before saying, “I'm glad you like him.”

Amia just looked up at her and nodded. Harry and Hermione had been together in Boston, the
sixteen year old was sure of it. After all that had happened today though, Mia knew now wasn't
the time to get into it.

She smiled to herself as they continued their way on to the kitchens.

They were almost to the stair case when none other than a very flustered and blushing Rose
Weasley hurried from around a corner and ran into them.

“Rose, what's the rush? Is everything okay?” Hermione asked after steadying her daughter.
She frowned confusedly taking in Rose's jumbled appearance.

“Mum! Mia! Sorry- I-I didn't mean to run into you…”

“Where are you coming from Rose?” Hermione asked again, slightly more suspicious this time.

The girl stared at her mum with her mouth hanging open, lost in thought. It wasn't until
Amia gave Rose a `spit-it-out' gesture with her eyes, that she spoke, “I-I've been
studying… all day… got up early and everything to- to study.”

Hermione wasn't convinced, “Where were you studying? I asked James at dinner and he said you
weren't in the library or in the common room.”

Rose paled immediately. After another pause, the words rushed from her mouth, “I-I was studying
in the lake- by the lake. I was studying down by the lake.”

Hermione's frown turned into one of scolding, “Rose- didn't you listen to your Head of
House? You're not supposed to leave the castle today; that includes the grounds. Intruders
could come in through the forest.”

Rose swallowed noisily, “Oh yeah… sorry, must've forgot. I won't go out again…”

“Both of you,” Hermione said sternly, now looking back and forth between the two girls,
“It's for your own safety. Are you hungry Rose? I could escort you to the kitchens.”

The redhead instantly shook her head, “Uh, no actually. I was just going to head up to
Gryffindor tower…”

“To study?” Mia ventured with a grin.

Rose shot an edgy look of warning at her, “Yes. To study. Bye.”

Amia couldn't resist laughing as Rose practically ran from them, down the corridor leading
to the Fat Lady. Hermione's eyes darted to Amia and narrowed, “What's going on?”

“I don't know,” Mia shrugged, still laughing.

“Amia…”

“What?” she asked innocently, “I'm hungry. Can we please go to the kitchens now?”

She shot Hermione a charming grin and knew immediately she couldn't be resisted.

A small grin broke free on Hermione's lips, “Sure.”

Amia took off a couple steps in front of her but she followed closely behind. She felt like
she'd been given a second chance that day, and she was determined to follow through on her
promise to Amia. She couldn't let anything else happen to her. The idea of losing her, as today
had proven, was simply too much to bare.

**Next chapter: Hermione and Harry discover a link between the Hogsmeade incident and the
attacks of 16 years ago.**

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24. Moth Man Revealed
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**Disclaimer: JKR owns.**

**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 24:** **Moth Man Revealed**

**- - -**

Hermione called for the class before her to settle down. The sixth year Gryffindors and
Slytherins had arrived a couple of minutes ago, during which Hermione had tried to set up the chalk
board behind her to reflect the day's lesson. She smiled at them as everyone's attention
settled on her- she could remember back to Professor McGonagall giving this same lesson to her,
Ron, and Harry back in their sixth year. It had been one of their favourites.

She nodded back to the chalkboard where the headline `Animagi' was spelled boldly at the
top, “So what do we know about animagi? Anyone care to start us off?”

The class was quiet. A smile still adorned Hermione's face as she looked to the back row.
Mia was there scribbling away at piece of parchment, probably doing the homework Hermione had
assigned for that night. She wasn't offended; she had given Amia permission to work on their
advanced lessons in this period. Sometimes though she couldn't help but look to her for the
questions she knew the girl could answer. Call it a mother's pride…

The rest of the class remained voiceless.

Hermione took a couple of steps closer to the desks, “Come on, don't be shy. What is an
animagus? Miss Temple, care to guess?”

Tabitha Temple, a sixth year Gryffindor, turned red and shoved the note she had been passing
between her and Amanda Zobair, another Gryffindor, under her book. Hermione's face remained
gentle but the girl looked nervous under her gaze.

“Er, an animagus is a wizard or witch who can transform into an animal, right?”

“Correct,” Hermione grinned, “A witch or wizard who can transform from their natural human form
into their animal essence. Do you think you get to choose which kind of animal you transform
into?”

Tabitha tried to covertly glance around the class, “Um, yes?”

“No they can't, it's tied into their magical signature,” charged a Slytherin boy from
the other side of the room. Half the class- the green and silver side- erupted into quiet
sniggers.

“Mr. Eghert is correct- thank you for raising your hand; Your animal embodiment is predetermined
for you. Everyone has an animal essence entangled in his or her magic but that does not mean it is
easily attainable,” Hermione said, starting to pace in front of her students.

“Transforming into an animagi form can take years to perfect. It is different than saying a
spell to transform into an animal- that is why, I'm sad to say, we will only be discussing the
theory behind animagi. We won't be learning the process of transformation.”

Hermione chuckled as a loud chorus of groans sounded throughout the room, “But that doesn't
mean you can't look into it yourselves… preferably after graduation,” she added to the sounds
of additional complaint, “The last thing this school needs is a bunch of unregistered student
animagi running around…”

Hermione was still grinning in amusement at the student's reaction when her eyes passed
naturally over Mia way in the back. The girl happened to look up as she saw her, a smile also on
her face.

Suddenly, a scene flashed before Hermione's eyes and sirens exploded in her head-

*Harry was in front of her. T**hey were both heated from the argument they were having.
Hermione watched unaware of* *the impact of his action as Harry slammed a trainer against the
wall. The moth fell to the ground, immediately changing form…*

The moth animagus from Boston- he had transformed into an adult man. And if this man had been a
trained animagi wasn't there a very real possibility that he could've been registered?

Hermione, immediately overcome with emotions, felt light headed as her eyes looked up and across
the young faces staring up at her. Unintentionally they landed on Amia, still quietly working on
matters unrelated to Hermione's breakthrough.

“Professor?” a voice called from the abyss.

“What?” Hermione could only whisper.

A Gryffindor boy- along with the rest of the class- was giving Hermione a confused, peculiar
look.

“I asked how long the transformation process took?” the boy repeated himself unsurely.

Hermione opened her mouth to answer him but stopped short. She knew there was a registry for
animagi somewhere in the Ministry of Magic. Surely if she had Harry with her, they'd have
clearance to go look. How many moth animagi could there possibly be? And if they did narrow down
registered moths, that could give a name, maybe even a picture, of the registered wizard… the same
wizard that had been so broken and disabled from Harry's crushing. If they knew who the moth
man was or where to find him- given he'd survived his injuries all those years ago- then what
else could that lead them to…

Mia was now also looking up at Hermione from her spot at the back table. She looked more worried
by Hermione's internal interruption than the rest of the students.

“The… the learning process depends on the witch or wizard. Some can master their forms in
months, for some it takes years. The difficult part is retaining your human state-of-mind…”

Don't draw attention to yourself… *deep breath…* Act normal… *deep breath*…

Class would be out in forty-five minutes and lunch would be after. Despite the instinct she had
striking up rapid fire within her to run form the classroom and to immediately floo over to the
Ministry, she knew she had to remain casual. If not for the sake of the thirty or so students
sitting curiously in front of her, then for Amia's. She didn't want to risk looking but she
could tell the girl's eyes were planted on her. She had to remain calm.

She could hang on for forty-five minutes in order to not cause a panic. She could wait
forty-five minutes before going to find her answers.

...

Harry crumpled up the last copy of reports he'd requested to read through for that day,
chucking it angrily into the bin next to his desk. The ball of parchment hit the top of the rubbish
can but bounced off the already overflowing pile of useless reports and rolled onto the floor.

He glared angrily at the rubbish bin. He'd spent three hours doing entry level auror work-
reading over field reports- just to see if his fellow men had found *anything*. Every single
mission had come up with nothing.

Still glaring, he rubbed at his eyes aggressively. He hadn't slept much the past night.
Yesterday, after coming up with nothing to go off of from the Department of Mysteries besides the
odd encounter with that unspeakable, he hadn't much else to try and research about Amia's
possible followers.

It was frustrating having nothing to go off. All of the press conferences had informally wrapped
up around midnight last night. Randomly tips would come through the Auror Headquarters via owl.
Every memo they received about a possible lead was looked into by a team of aurors until the point
where every auror on the force was involved with the Hogsmeade case. However, every team came back
with mere rumors and superstitions. There was nothing concrete. Every possibility had turned into a
dead end. Harry had nothing solid on the whereabouts of his daughter's attackers. He had no
clue of their identities, if there was more of them, or if they were planning on striking
again.

All he wanted was something tangible; whether that meant someone to catch or somewhere to
search. He was desperate for something that would actually let him protect Amia. At this point
though, they were stagnant.

Going home had been difficult too. It took a lot for him to leave the office but after a certain
point, it was worthless being there. His first impulse had been to travel back to Hogwarts but
after remembering his row with Hermione earlier, he knew he couldn't go back tonight. He could
admit with some guilt that seeing Ginny wasn't exactly high on his list of wants but home was
the only place left for him to go. Luckily when he had arrived at the Potter house, nobody was
home.

Instead of wondering where his wife was, he had gone to bed and succumbed to a fitful night of
sleep. It was like his body could sense that he had someone better to sleep next to the night
before. Alone in his wife's bed wasn't exactly comfortable but he fell asleep
eventually.

Now back at work his weariness was getting to him. They still had no new information about the
identities of the Hogsmeade attackers. Harry had nothing else to do besides sit in his office,
scratching his head and rubbing at his eyes, hoping and praying for a solid lead to be filtered
through his office.

What kind of a father was he? Making promises to a daughter that didn't know she was his,
promises that they both knew he probably couldn't keep. No wonder Hermione was the least bit
impressed with him. What did he have to offer her?

There was a knock on the door. Rockleigh's face appeared.

“Pardon me for the interruption sir but someone's here to see you- she said it was
important…”

Harry stood up from his desk as the door opened wider to reveal Hermione standing a foot or so
behind his intern. Her eyes were wide with emergency.

“Hermione-”

“Do you have a minute?”

Harry nodded her inside, “Yeah come in. Dawber, no interruptions.”

The young auror glanced at Hermione as she walked past him but if he had any misgivings about
his boss's situation, he didn't voice them. He nodded curtly at Harry and closed the
door.

Once they were alone Harry turned to examine Hermione. She was wringing her hands, looking
nervous but noticeably stimulated.

“Has something happened? Mia?”

She started frantically, “It happened in class today… I-I don't know where it came from but
*bloody hell* it could all be *there…*”

Harry frowned, “What could be there? Hermione what are you talking about?”

“I was teaching them about animagi Harry, and then the registry came up and I looked at her
and…”

There were tears in her eyes now so Harry came forward to comfort her. He grasped her shoulders,
pulling her forward but keeping her at a distance. His eyes calculated hers intensely. They stood
there like that for a moment: Harry looking at her concerned and Hermione looking up at him like a
lost puppy.

Suddenly, Hermione reached up and wiped at her eyes, the connection broken. “I need your help
Harry. I need you to come with me to the Improper Use of Magic Office. I tried already but they
won't let just anyone walk in and look through the registry.”

“Who are we looking for?” Harry asked. Saying no to her was out of the question.

“Seventeen years ago you smashed a moth on the wall of our bedroom… I don't know why we
didn't think of this before.”

And just like it had with Hermione, the wheels turned and clicked together in Harry's head.
He sucked in a harsh breath.

…

Getting to Level 2 of the Ministry was easy and unproblematic. Once they were inside the actual
Misuse office, the witch that had denied Hermione access before wilted at seeing Harry now with
her.

“Go right on in- take your time,” the young girl told him with a manufactured smile.

Hermione glared at the girl but Harry pulled her along with him, back to a door marked
`ARCHIVE' in the far corner of the small office.

Harry closed the door firmly once they were both inside. The animagi registry wasn't hard to
pick out but was heavy for Hermione to pick up and lay down on the old rickety desk in the room.
Dust shot into the air as the book landed with a loud `thud'. It was clear that nobody had
touched it in quite some time.

The registry was a tome about two feet thick. For its obvious age it looked to be in well-kept
condition. Harry and Hermione didn't complain about the size and instead tore into the book
with lightening speed. Unfortunately it was sorted alphabetically by name. Since they had no clue
who they were looking for, that left them to search for every animagus marked as an *arthropoda
insecta Lepidoptera*, or most commonly known, a moth. It had taken them a while to piece
together the Latin but once they had they were scouring through the registry with urgency.

Time was passing so slowly and a half hour later they were just finishing with the A's. Some
of the names went back to wizards who had died during the 17th century- so far none of
them were insects.

“This is going to take ages,” Harry muttered under his breath.

Hermione prodded him with her shoulder as she stepped in front of the book. Her finger started
trailing under the listings of animalia, “Just keep looking.”

Harry sighed but obeyed, his eyes trailing after her finger. He couldn't lie; even though
the process was turning out to be painstakingly slow, he didn't mine being so close to Hermione
again.

As her finger came to the end of the page, he flipped to the next side. Despite their argument
yesterday, she had still come to him. The thought that she wasn't completely giving up on him
made him feel light headed. He inched closer as they started at the top of the next page. Maybe it
wasn't so bad how long this was taking… Harry could calm down enough to relish it.

They had come to the end of the B's with still no luck. Hermione checked her watch.

“My break is almost over,” she whispered tensely.

“Isn't there a spell we can use to search for a moth?”

She shook her head, “We'd have to find one use of it first. Plus I'm not even sure if
the Latin is correct. It could be a different scientific name. Damn it,” she cursed herself quietly
as they came to the end of the first C page, ending on a Tahoma Cadley.

Harry's hand came around her side and squeezed her hip gently, “Stop beating yourself up,”
he said softly. Hermione's eyes turned left to look at him. The vulnerability there made it
obvious that she was just now realizing how close they had been working. As Harry turned the next
page he practically had his arms around her. It was as if their heated words yesterday had never
even happened.

Hermione turned back to the registry, trying to tell herself to focus. Her eyes trailed down the
page, following Harry's finger. As he approached the end of the list, Hermione grabbed the
paper and turned the page.

“Ouch,” she gasped, her eyebrows narrowing at the drop of blood escaping from a little cut on
her index finger. “Paper cut,” she mumbled feebly.

Harry had his wand out immediately. Instead of healing it though, he transfigured a small quill
on the desk into a tissue. Grabbing her hand gently, he touched the tissue to her cut.

“Better?”

Hermione pulled her eyes away from his fingers caressing hers, “Um, yeah.”

“Clumsy `Mione,” Harry chided her playfully, reaching down to wipe off a drop of blood that had
fallen on the book.

Hermione was looking at him almost mesmerized by what he'd just called her. She felt herself
slipping down hill fast but she stopped and refocused as Harry's face went rigid.

“H-Hermione…”

“What?” She looked down to where his eyes were staring wide and in awe. The tissue holding
bandage against her paper-cut fell from her grip. Her breathing picked up.

“Look at the registration date!” Harry said, his finger slamming down at the date inline with
*arthropoda insecta Lepidoptera*.

July 5, 1992. It fit perfectly.

“He's still alive,” Harry's voice, now much harsher sounding, said next. There was no
*deceased* marked anywhere on this line, like there had been with some of the other names.

Hermione's eyes closed as she let out a shaky breath, “Do you think it's him?”

Harry checked the man's date of birth. He would've been about 22 years old when he met
up with him. The image of a blonde, bloodied and broken face flashed before his eyes. The man
definitely could've been 22.

“It says he studied at Durmstrang. But he was four years older than us. I don't see how we
ever could've met…”

Harry shook his head darkly, “Probably didn't have to.”

Hermione turned to get a proper look at Harry. She knew what his words meant and it made her
heart break for him. A personal vendetta wasn't necessary where Harry Potter was concerned.

The tears were back in her eyes but that didn't stop her from asking, “Harry, can you find
this man?”

Harry looked up to meet her gaze. Could he? He couldn't bare the thought of making another
empty promise to her…

Instead he asked, “Can you check now for other moths?”

Hermione bit her lip as she turned back to the registry. She pulled out her wand and traced it
lightly over the Latin term. The three words glowed neon yellow. Hermione whispered something under
her breath causing the whole book to illuminate. It only took a couple seconds and when the glowing
stopped, Harry and Hermione both stepped forward with interest.

The page hadn't turned. Along with the original *arthropoda insecta Lepidoptera,* only
one more was highlighted on the same page.

“He must've been a relative,” Hermione concluded, “Look, it says he died centuries ago.”

“So this is the only one we have to go off of?” Harry clarified.

Hermione drew in another deep breath, “Harry, I think this is him. We at least have to
check.”

They both looked back down to the registry page, their eyes intently focused on the name at the
far left of the line, a name that neither Harry nor Hermione recognized.

Ambrose Casteel, *who are you?*

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on to her mother's behavior.**

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25. Suspicion of Secrets
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**Lost Daughter**

**Chapter 25:** **Suspicion of Secrets**

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Both Harry and Hermione had taken copies of Ambrose Casteel's information and put it in
their robes as they entered the lift. Hermione's lunch break was over but they had both decided
on their next plan of action: Hermione would go back to Hogwarts while Harry researched
Casteel's whereabouts, then once he had found him they would go confront him together. Of
course, Harry had had his reservations about letting Hermione tag along on this possibly dangerous
mission. But he couldn't deny that his relief for her still wanting to spend time with him
overpowered his desire for her to stay put safely at Hogwarts. Secretly, he was thrilled that they
were back doing the sleuth-work they were so used to being caught up in back when they were
kids.

As Harry was letting his mind wander back to certain, specific events that happened during their
hunt for horcruxes, Hermione was shooting very inconspicuous looks at him out of the corner of her
eye.

The lift ascended two levels before Harry met her eyes. He gave her a confused expression.

“So… were you busy last night or something?” she asked him nervously.

Harry frowned, “What?”

“I just thought that you'd stop by… I waited…”

Suddenly he was fumbling, “I-I thought you said you didn't want me there anymore?”

“I never said that,” Hermione denied, now frowning herself.

Silence passed through the tense lift but only for a second. Harry could hear his heart pounding
as he tried to explain himself, “I didn't really find anything new out. So I figured there
would be no reason to stop by.”

He watched as she bit her lip, “Oh. Okay.”

“Hermione-”

“It's fine. I mean you do have a wife to go home to," she said quickly, obviously not
wanting the attention. Her cheeks were already a faint red.

This confused the hell out of Harry. Hadn't she told him he needed to stop spending so much
time alone with her? What had been the purpose of their argument the other morning if she had still
been expecting him? Harry had thought it was clear that Hermione didn't want him to be that
close to her, but now he had no idea what her feelings were...

“I would've been there if I'd known you were waiting,” he resolved to say after the lift
opened and a couple memos zoomed in over them.

She shook her head, “I shouldn't have said anything. It's fine. I can't expect you
to come every night. Honestly, this is just me overanalyzing things. As usual.”

She looked like she was kicking herself a thousand times for saying anything. Harry had no clue
where this was all coming from. A part of him was a little annoyed at her for causing all this
confusion but there was no way he was going to distance himself further from her by calling her out
on her contradiction.

So instead, he opted to put himself in the middle. If she was going to play on the fence then so
was he. Hell, he'd all but admitted his love for her yesterday but he didn't want to admit
how much he needed her presence if she wasn't going to give him anything in return.

“Hermione… with everything that's happened… I-I feel like we're finally starting to
become friends again. And I like it. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself but… I like spending
time with you.” It was hard but he forced himself to end it there.

Hermione nodded, looking shy. Her quietness made Harry feel like shit.

“Look, I'm sorry," he said gently, "I don't want to make you feel
uncomfortable. That was never my intention.”

She sighed, “You confuse the hell out of me sometimes, but I don't feel uncomfortable with
you. Quite the opposite actually- that's what seems to be the problem.”

Harry frowned but his heart skipped a beat, “Why is that a problem?”

He watched as Hermione began to shake her head wearily, “We've been over it, Harry. I-I…”
Though she stopped short of herself.

Harry was barely aware of his hand reaching forward to wrap around hers, “What?”

Hermione looked nervously into his warm, ever-encompassing eyes. It felt like ages before she
had the courage to speak, “I don't want to be the reason you and Ginny divorce.”

The breath he'd been holding deflated faster than a popped balloon. He felt like all of his
hopes had been rejected immediately. His hand released hers, “I guess I understand.”

Though he wish he didn't. He wished they both didn't have to worry about his wife.

Just then the lift opened to the atrium, revealing a mass of ministry workers moving about,
doing their days' work.

Hermione wiped at something on her face before stepping out of the lift and turning to face
Harry.

“I'll find out what I can about this bloke and then be over after work,” he told her before
she was forced to say anything.

Her eyes suddenly seemed more confident looking at him. She was emanating relief, “Alright.
Thanks.”

He nodded and the lift began to close. Neither of them broke their gaze as the doors sealed
off.

…

Lunch at Hogwarts was turning out to be quite a riling occasion. As it turned out, Professor
McGonagall had been correct in her assumption that some parents would pull their children out of
school due to the attack. About all of the Gryffindor and Slytherin's remained but there were a
few noticeable Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's missing. By now everyone knew why the Head Boy
wasn't present at the mealtime.

Among the gossip of those who were missing, students were also speculating at Amia sitting in
the middle of the Gryffindor table, surrounded by a wall of her eager housemates. Everyone wanted
to know what being cursed had been like and if there were any still lingering effects, but only a
couple younger students were stupid enough to ask her directly.

"Shut it, will you?" James and his mates would yell in Mia's defense along with
Rose's occasional glares, letting everyone know that they should stop breathing down her neck.
Amia, absolutely hating the attention, could only think to hunch lower and lower over her
half-eaten sandwich.

While the California girl hid behind her fortress of fruit bowls and juice goblets, Rose was
staring searchingly up at the staff table. A frown was dead set upon her face as she did laps
tracing over the feeding professors.

“Hey Mia,” Rose said after another minute of staring, “My mum was in class today, wasn't
she?”

“Yeah, why?” Mia replied, mistakenly glancing at a group of younger students down the table, all
of whom erupted into a frenzy of whispers and blushing cheeks at the older girl's eye
contact.

“She's not at lunch,” Rose mumbled, back to picking at her own food with her fork. Clearly
there was something more on the girl's mind though, because after a couple pokes at her salad
with her fork, she dropped the silverware and looked back to Mia.

“Has she been acting weird to you at all?”

Amia frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Like in general- have you noticed my mum acting a bit odd lately?”

“No… she seems fine to me,” Amia responded hesitantly, her insides twisting. She could see the
cloud of wandering confusion behind Rose's undeterred eyes- what was the 15 year old starting
to piece together about Hermione's whereabouts, or lack thereof? Amia was worried for her
teacher; she knew Hermione wasn't ready to tell her kids about her divorce and Mia trusted that
the older woman knew what she was doing. Yet, checking back to the determination wrought on
Rose's face, she could sense the forbidding draw of a looming drama.

“Maybe she's eating in her room,” Mia offered, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite in
hopes to resume normalcy.

Rose nodded but only half-aware of her friend's comment. She was back to checking at the
staff table.

“I swear there's been something off about her lately…”

“There's been something off with the entire school, really,” Mia interjected, “I mean unless
break-ins and attacks are the norm around here…”

Rose again shook her head absentmindedly, her teeth clenching on to her lower lip as she
pondered.

Amia sighed. She felt guilty; she felt like she had some sort of responsibility to calm her
friend down but the last thing she wanted to do was spill Hermione's secrets.

Just as Mia was thinking of something to say to ease Rose, the redhead started packing up her
bag. “Where you going?”

“I'm going to go check her class… I just want to see where she is.”

Another sigh escaped Mia as she watched her friend's terse shoving of her books into her
book bag. She was about to say something to rationalize her but a small voice appeared outside of
the girls' conversation.

“Excuse me,” a Hufflepuff girl- perhaps a fourth year- squeaked as she tapped Mia's
shoulder. “I'm a huge fan… could I have an autogra-”

“I'll walk with you,” Mia imposed, looking at Rose and standing up with her own bag in one
single, swift movement.

…

Amia hadn't intended to go with Rose to confront Hermione but the two girls found themselves
on the Transfiguration floor faster than they realized. Nothing had been spoken between the two
girls; Rose was clearly wrapped up in her own thoughts while Amia was thinking back to the irksome
lunch and how she could avoid it in the future.

They were just turning the corner to finish the last leg to Hermione's classroom when Rose
suddenly shoved both of them into the side of the wall. Mia, immediately alerted, jerked her head
to Rose for clarification. The fifth year was glued, hands flat at her sides, to the wall. A
petrified look had paled her face.

“Rose what are you doing?” Amia asked flatly, coming to stand off the wall.

The redhead closed her eyes and shook her head for a second. She took a couple breaths before
opening her eyes wide and pointing them straight into Amia's skeptical stare.

“Look around- see that tall blonde bloke down the corridor?”

Amia gave her a warning look before taking a step over and barely poking her head around the
corner, just enough so that she could spot a tall, middle-aged man standing in the middle of the
corridor. She raised an eyebrow as she observed the man; he was dressed in fine onyx robes, and had
a head of white-blonde hair slicked back over his scalp with perfection. The stranger was reaching
in his robes for something, but his head and posture were still upright, as if to assume a casual
appearance at any time. With his movements Amia could make out a flash of a dark green metallic
ring on his right hand.

She nodded after a moment of observance, “The creepy one, yeah.”

“That's Scorpius's *dad*…” Rose whispered, the anxiety evident in her tone.

“No shit…” Amia whispered back, again glancing around the edge. She frowned and looked back,
“He's coming out of Hermione's class.”

“What?” Rose blurted, no longer anxious. The frowning look from lunch was back adorning her
features. She too now stood off the wall.

Amia shrugged but nodded, looking back at the classily robbed man, now retreating down towards
the opposite corridor. He must've found what he was searching for, Mia figured.

Both of the girls watched until the older Malfoy disappeared from sight. Once he had rounded the
distant corner, Rose took off from their hiding spot with renewed pace. The determination in her
step worried Mia so she trailed behind her, somewhat nervous that she was about to inadvertently
throw herself into clash between her good friend and her favorite teacher. Seriously, whatever
Hermione was doing with that bloke wasn't any of her business but she felt obligated to be
there in case Rose needed relaxing.

Rose reached the classroom door first and didn't hesitate before throwing open the door and
entering. Mia lingered in the hall for a second, waiting for voices to erupt before she went in.
When silence resounded from inside the room though, she felt prompted to enter.

Slowly, she walked in. Rose had already trooped up to the front and was walking through the door
to Hermione's private quarters. Again, Mia waited but no voices came. No sign of surprise from
Hermione.

Rose came back out, looking just as confused as earlier.

“She's not here,” she muttered, still checking around the empty class. “This is so
weird…”

“She might be in the staff lounge or something Rose. Honestly I think you're over analyzing
things. She seemed perfectly fine in class today,” Amia reassured her, even though the latter was a
lie. Hermione definitely was acting strange during their class on animagi earlier that morning. Mia
along with the whole class noticed the professor's brief slip, followed by forty-five minutes
of quiet, sidetracked lecture. Mia didn't have the chance to question her about it because
right as the bell rang for lunch Hermione excused the class and sprinted for her quarters, slamming
her door shut. At the time Amia just figured she had something she'd forgotten to do…

Rose was up at her mum's desk, shaking her head, “Yesterday, I came down to lunch late and
found Scorpius waiting for me. He said he didn't go to Hogsmeade… Did you know his dad used to
be a Death Eater? He was in the same year as my parents- he was one of the first students to turn
to the other side…”

Amia felt her heart beat suddenly drop to an agonizing pace, “What are you trying to say?”

Rose was shaking her head, staring off towards the door to the class, “Death Eaters *hate*
muggleborns. What was he doing in my mum's class?”

Amia sucked in a disquieting breath. Suddenly the tone of the afternoon had changed from
confusion and distress to something much more serious. Admittedly, Mia didn't know much about
the Death Eater's legacy besides what she'd read in History of Magic so far, but Rose
seemed genuinely worried.

“Do you think that guy had something to do with Saturday?” Amia asked, almost nervous to hear
the younger girl's answer.

Rose shook her head in unknowing, “I have no idea what's going on anymore.”

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Next chapter: An abundance of confrontations; Harry vs. Ginny, Amia vs. Hermione, and James
notices two names awfully close together on the Marauder's Map.

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