Hey! Okay I hope you like it. Oh and this is for the whole story; when ever there's a ~*~ and italicized text that means it's a memory/flashback. Okay I don't own anything. It's all Jo's. Please review! Sorry if there are a grammatical errors! REPOST!

It had been eighteen years since Christine Lewis had stepped onto platform nine and three quarters. It was unusual knowing she wasn't going to be living in her snug dormitory with all her friends. But in Professor Flitwick's office, filling his position as Charms Professor and Head of Hufflepuff House since she was the only Hufflepuff to come back and teach since Professor Sprout. She was quite shocked when she received a letter for Minerva asking to fill the Charms position. She loved Charms and got top marks on her N.E.W.T.S and O.W.L.S. It was the one of the two top marks she got on her exams. Herbology was her other passion. But she knew that position was already filled by a great man. Mr. Neville Longbottom stood in that position as Herbology Professor and Head of Gryffindor House.

Christine had only met him once before at the ten year anniversary of 'The End.' It was for all the people that stayed behind to help in the fight. She had only been a 2nd year but stayed behind and helped the injured. She didn't think it was a big deal but she received an invitation from Molly Weasley saying that she was holding a party at her home for all who had been in the last fight. Anyway, the way Christine had met Neville was as unusual as her stepping onto the Hogwarts Express again and walking to an empty compartment and settling down.

She was walking in the Weasley's garden admiring the gnomes running after the mice when a little girl came stumbling onto the ground right at her feet. The little girl started to cry and Christine panicked and picked the girl up and started rocking her back and forth and hishing the little girl. The little girl's cries faded. Christine looked around looking for the mother of the girl when she heard a man's voice.

"Alice! ALICE! Where are you Alice!" And then out of no where came a frightened looking man. He looked over at Christine and all of the fear rushed out of his face. "Alice." The man said with relief in his voice.

"Sir?" Christine asked confused. The man froze.

"Oh. I'm sorry Miss. Alice is the little girl in your arms who is in a lot of trouble." The man said. Alice giggled hiding her face in the crock of Christine's neck. The man approached the pair and stopped a foot away from them. He looked quite familiar to Christine. She thought she had seen his face in the Prophet. She couldn't stop staring at him. "My I?" he asked snapping her out of the trance. She quickly passed the still giggling Alice over to the man. "I'm Neville by the way. Neville Longbottom. And this is my daughter Alice."

"Oh. OH!" Christine said sticking out her hand. Neville took it and shook it firmly. "I-I-I'm Christine. Christine Lewis. It's an honor meeting you Mr. Longbottom."

"Please call me Neville. And it's a pleasure meeting you Miss Lewis. Or should I call you Christine?" Neville asked smiling.

"My friends call me Chris."

"Well Chris, I'm sorry about Alice. I let her down and off she went. Thank you for finding her."

"Well to be honest, she found me. She stumbled right to my feet. Which reminds me, can you hold her out for me?"

"Why?"

"Her knees are scraped." She said pointing at Alice's knees which had little droplets of blood. Christine wiped out her wand and pointed the wand at Alice's knees.

"Wait! Do you know what you're doing? She's only two" Neville said holding up his hand.

"Of course I do! I work at the medical practice in Hogsmead."

"Oh. Then you may go on... Chris." Neville looked at Christine and caught her eye. He gave her a sheepish smile. She returned the smile, happy the light from the party was on her back and her face. Then she focused on Alice's knee and waved her wand and the scrapes vanished. Alice giggled in response.

"Well I guess that tickles." Neville said turning Alice around in his arms. "Your so lucky Christine was here to fix you up." He poked Alice's nose and threw her in the air. "Thank you again Christine."

"No need to thank me, it's my job. I bet your wife can do the same." She said smiling. But it soon faded at the look in Neville's eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I don't have a wife." he said sadly.

"Oh... I'm sorry... But then how did you get..." Christine couldn't finish. She just slowly pointed to Alice. Christine let her eyes fall to felling awkward about asking. Neville let out a small laugh and she looked up.

"First time." he said laughing.

"What?" she asked confused.

"It was my first time with my first girlfriend. But then I saw her one day with some guy and we broke up. But nine months later there was a knock at the door. It was her. I thought she was there to apologize because she had something in her arms. I thought it was a present like cloths or a new plant... but instead... it was a baby girl. She gave her to me and disapparated. And I haven't seen her since."

"I'm sorry about that Neville. But how do you know you're the father?" she asked skeptically.

"She looks exactly like my mother as a baby. He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. He took a stack of paper out of it and sorted through it. He came to a piece and turned it around and showed it to Christine. It was a picture of what seemed to be little Alice. "This is my mother Alice. She looked so much like her I had to name her after mum. Plus she's clumsy... like me." Christine let out a low chuckle.

"You weren't that clumsy in school. I'd only seen you fall a few dozen times." she said still chuckling.

"School? You went to Hogwarts?"

"Of course I did. Why else would I be here?"

"Oh right." Neville said rubbing the back of his neck. "Well what house were you in because I don't remember to be honest."

"Don't worry you won't have. I was a second year the year of your seventh and I was in Hufflepuff. And I just saw you around the school. And some times you were falling." She said smiling. Alice was starting to fidget and wine in Neville's arms. Neville put her down but held on to one of her hands.

"Oh well then I guess you sort of already knew me."

"Not really. See I didn't know it was you. I called you the falling boy until someone said it was you. And I never really got a look at your face."

"Aaah. Well I'm happy I get to meet you now." Neville pause and looked at Christine. She watched his eyes move up and down her a few time before he made it to her eyes. He then looked at them. They were speckled green and gray. He couldn't help but stare at them. "You know you have really beaut–"

"Hey Neville!" came a voice from behind Christine. But it was not just anybody's voice. It was Harry Potter followed by his pregnant wife Ginny, Ron Weasley, Hermione Weasley who was holding a newborn and three small children walking towards the trio. Of the children there were two boys and a girl. One of the boys who looked to be three had a mass of messy red hair and crystal blue eyes. The other boy who looked to be Alice's age seemed to be a pint sized version of Harry just with freckles covering his face. The girl was around the same age as the little Harry and had fluffy red hair and caramel colored eyes. The three children were running towards Neville but stopped when Christine turned around. The four parents stopped as well. "Umm sorry Neville were we interrupting something?" Harry asked sounding embarrassed.

"No–" Neville started but Christine cut in.

"No I'm sorry. I'm Christine Lewis. Neville's daughter stumbled upon me and then Neville came and found her. We were just talking."

"Well it wonderful meeting you Christine. I'm Her–"

"Hermione Weasley, Ron Weasley and Harry and Ginny Potter. And I'm guessing these are your kids." Christine said pointing to the children now running with Alice.

"Yes." Hermione said taken aback. "The boys are James and Albus, they're Harry and Ginny's. And the little girl is our Rose. And this little bundle in my arms is our new son Hugo" she said smiling at Ron.

"Well they're adorable. And I assume they know Alice."

"Oh yes!" Ginny said. "There have been MANY play dates between the four of them. And soon they will be six to watch. Do you have any of your own?"

"Oh no! I don't even have a boyfriend! But I wish to have some one day."

"If you don't mind me asking... how old are you Christine?" Ginny asked.

"I'm 22."

"Really? Wouldn't you have been a little young to have stayed behind in the battle." Ron asked.

"Well I was." Christine said sheepishly. "But being fast on your feet never hurt. When Minerva was moving the younger students I made a break for the Great Hall half way back to the common rooms. No one saw me." She took a breath and looked at the shocked faces of the four. "Oh God! Don't think I was in amongst the fighting! I helped the wounded. I'm very good with Charms. Even as a kid."

"Well thank you for doing that." Harry said walking over to Christine and shook her hand.

"You're welcome." She replied. Then her wand began to glow in her pocket. She took it out and waved it in air. Then a ghostly looking man came out of the wand. He spoke.

"Chris, I'm sorry but we need you back here. Helen has taken a turn for the worse. We need you as soon as possible. Sorry again." Then the man disappeared.

"DAMN IT!" Christine yelled. "She was doing so well! FUCKING Cruciatus Curse!" She looked up and saw Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Neville's faces looking at her cautiously. "I'm sorry..." She was only look at Neville when she apologized. "We found Helen at the edge of forest right before the Charm around Hogwarts starts. She was all bloody and screaming. I'm sorry I have to leave in such a huff. Ron please tell your mother that the party was wonderful and that I wished I could have stayed for some of her cake."

"I will." Ron said. Christine then turned around and started walking towards the woods.

"Chris!" Neville said. She turned around.

"Yes?" she asked anxiously. Neville run over to her and stuck out his hand.

"Thanks again for fixing up Alice. And I hope to see you in Hogsmead. I'm filling Professor Sprout's spot as Herbology Professor starting this up coming school year."

"Oh well I hope to see you too Neville. Now I have to go." Christine said letting go of Neville's hand. She gave him a small smile a turned around and disapparated.

Christine smiled in her seat thinking of the memory. But it was bittersweet. When she got to the practice Helen was in bad condition. The team tried for ten hours but they lost her. Her heart gave out for being tutored for so long. And then a week before the school year for Hogwarts was going to start, Glen –the wizard who started the practice— decided to move the practice to London in order to become better known. So she never got to see Neville.

But now she sat in the quiet compartment letting her eyes drift close. Neville's smiling face was in her thoughts. What a look she would get from him when he saw her. She couldn't wait.

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~ Amanda