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"once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a castle. It wasn't where the king or queen lived or a home for knights and lords. It was a school. With the name of Hogwarts, young witches and wizards learned how to control and use their powers. For centuries every witch and wizard came to the great school to learn. One little boy named Tom learned of his powers when he was 11 like every other little witch and wizard. He was powerful and intelligent, but he used his skills for bad. As his fame was on the rise he was defeated by a little boy of the name Harry-"
"Mommy, Is it uncle Harry?" Maybelle asked glancing up at her mother. Hermione nodded her head and smiled down at her little girl.
"yes sweetheart, it was uncle Harry." Hermione answered her as she smoothed down her daughters light brown hair.
"wow mommy! That's so cool! Will uncle Harry tell me about when he comes around next?" Maybelle asked with wonder in her eyes.
"He was a really little baby hunny, and he doesn't really remember that time. But maybe if you ask he will tell you a different story." Hermione knew her little girl was always curious and that if given the chance for a good story, she would jump on it, just like her mum.
"Mummy, can we pway outside tomorrow?" Maybelle asked with a yawn. Her sweet eyes looking at Hermione.
"Sweetheart, you know we can't, not until May. If you look on the calendar you'll see it's only a month away. Don't you worry hunny, we will spend so much time outside when we can! We could go to the beach and to the park and have a picnic. Maybe we could even go on a little vacation. Would you like that hunny?" At this Hermione glanced down and noticed her little girl had drifted to sleep.
Slowly she eased herself off the little pink bedding and bent down to kiss her little girl goodnight. Turning the night light on and flipping the light switch, Hermione padded her feet against the hardwood floors, down the stairs and into her kitchen.
Picking up the dishes from dinner and setting to work on cleaning them, Hermione thought about how much her life had changed. Her little girl would be 5 in just a month and although Hermione kept ignoring her questions about her father, she knew that the truth would have to come out soon.
She alo thought about her parents, how she longed to see them again. It had been about 6 years since she had removed their memories of her and sent them to Australia. They still had yet to meet their only grandchild and Hermione constantly worried that the day would never come.
Putting the last of the dishes away, she walked into her cozy little living room. It was large and was just enough space for her and Maybelle. There were bookshelves lining the one wall, filled to the top with books of different sizes. There was a small worn red couch facing the fireplace and to the left was worn down brown chair. In the middle of the room was a brown and red rug underneath of a dark brown wood coffee table.
Hermione stalked over to the bookshelf and picked up her book and then sank into the brown chair. This was her parents' furniture and when she went into hiding after finding out she was pregnant, it was the first thing she brought into her new house.
It was a little cottage but it felt perfect when she looked at it. Although it was small and a little cramped, Hermione knew it would be when she would raise her new little baby.
Hermione took in her surroundings. She had just aperrated a little off the road into a dense forest and walked toward the drive. It was a little bit of a walk, but the fresh morning air was welcoming. As she followed the bend in the road, a little cottage appeared.
It was made of old stones and had a little chimney coming out of the roof by the second floor. Purple flowers lined the front of the house and there was a giant tree in the back yard. As she took in the little place a little old women wandered outside.
"Hello dear, are you here to take a look at the place?" She was on the plump side but had one of the friendliest smiles that Hermione had ever seen. She reminded her an awfully lot like Mrs. Weasley.
"Yes I am, my name is Jean, and you are?" Hermione questioned. If this women was a witch she didn't want her true named to be known, and what better name than her own middle name.
"Hello Jean, my name is Linda. Why don't we take a little tour hmm?" she smiled back at Hermione and led her into the house.
The inside had wood beams running along the ceiling and walls giving the house character and the kitchen had an island with stools, and overlooked the living room. Hermione found this perfect thinking how much she would love it especially when her little unborn baby would be growing up here.
Walking up the stairs Hermione found that there was 2 bedrooms and a bathroom. One bedroom was slightly larger than the other, but she didn't really mind that. After the inside tour ended, Linda lead Hermione back to the kitchen and out the back door. Underneath the house was a cellar that Linda said she never used except for storage.
Once outside Hermione could see the giant tree. She thought of maybe someday there would be a little tree house in it. Hermione quickly threw the thought out of her mind. The reason she was moving was so she could be inside, safe. If she put a tree house out here for her little one they would also be in danger.
"and if you are upstairs in the second bedroom you can see the lake just behind the group of trees back there. Its magnificent in the fall." Linda turned to Hermione and smiled.
"I'll take it!" Hermione exclaimed. Since then, Harry had tried to convince Hermione that she needed to move into a place that was bigger or newer, but she put her foot down. This was her home.
Hermione began reading her book and after sometime drifted into sleep. Dreaming of potions and ingredients she slept through the night.
The warm beam of sunshine shining on her face was what awoke her. Stretching and yawning, Hermione stood up from the chair and walked into her kitchen. After making her tea, she slowly made her way upstairs to check on her sleeping little girl.
Cracking the door open she glanced at her baby. Maybelle had many of Hermione's features and a few of her dads. Her hair was a brown but much lighter than her mother's own chestnut locks. It fell in little waves down her shoulders and curled at the ends.
Maybelle had a little button nose much like Hermione but unlike Hermione had blue grey eyes, much like her fathers. She also had the high cheekbones her father had, and gave Hermione the same pointed looks when she said something Maybelle didn't like.
Often times, after Maybelle went to sleep, Hermione would think about him and what he was up to. Nobody, not even Harry knew who Maybelles' father was. Their relationship was kept a secret because if it came out, there was a danger for both of them. He hadn't even known the Hermione was pregnant when she left, just that she was going into hiding because it wasn't safe.
Before she left, Hermione gave him strict instructions. When it was safe, truly and completely safe, if he still wanted her he would have to go to Harry and repeat the safe word that only Harry knew. "Una in perpetuum" Together Forever. And only then would he be able to find her.
Hermione walked out of her daughters' room and into the bathroom to prepare for another day. Washing away the aches of falling asleep on the chair, repeating in her head "I must remember to go to bed, I must remember to go to bed". After washing away her sleepiness, Hermione climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her. She padded to her bedroom to dress for the day.
The day past as most did in the lives of Hermione and Maybelle. Have breakfast, do schoolwork, lunch, more school work until 2 and then play until 5 when Hermione would start making dinner. Once a week, Harry would stop by and drop off groceries. It was Tuesday, and like every Tuesday, Harry was expected to come today.
After preparing the roast that would be for dinner, and setting the island, Hermione walked into the living room where her little girl was playing with dolls. A slow timid knock struck the door. Glancing at her mother to make sure it was ok, receiving a quick nod, Maybelle leaped up and ran to the door.
Flying it open she stopped mid scream of "UNCLE HA-"
Hermione glanced up at that, in her door way stood the one and only Draco Malfoy, the father of her little girl.
Please review, this is my first fic and i want to know how im doing!