A/N: Hello! This is my first HP fanfic. I'm hoping you'll all enjoy it. I apologise in advance if characters seem too OOC. I know I haven't completed my other fanfics but I'll get around to it when I have the ideas and time to continue to do so.

Setting: Post-Hogwarts

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Disclaimer: I am not JKR and therefore do not own HP. I only own the plot and Alice.

CH.1

Thunder cracked and lightning flashed as the rain fell in sheets. Inside Hermione stood in front of the window and sighed. Turning, she pointed her wand at the fireplace before heading to the kitchen to prepare herself some tea. Moments later she was curled up in her favourite armchair next to the fire, reading.

It was two years after the war and Hermione had moved into a flat in muggle London and worked as a healer at St Mungos. She was one of the best healers St Mungos had, the other being one Draco Malfoy. At first both Draco and Hermione hated one another but as the months past they both realised there was no reason to continue holding grudges against each other. They gradually became used to each other and eventually became best friends much to the dismay of Harry and Ron.

Harry eventually got over it however Ron didn't.

A knock sounded at her door, pulling Hermione out of her book and back to the present day. Sighing she stood up and opened the door. Finding nothing there she was about to close the door again until she heard a small cry. Looking down, Hermione saw a basket with a baby tucked into it, not unlike how Harry arrived on his Aunt and Uncles doorstep all those years ago. Frowning, she picked up the basket and looked around before closing her door again.

At the end of her drive a disillusioned young woman stood, smiling while tears flowed freely down her cheeks. After the door closed the young woman disappeared, happy knowing that her daughter was in safe hands and that her husband would never find out.

Hermione carefully lifted the child out of the basket and cradled the baby carefully in her arms, smiling gently. Looking down at the basket she noticed a thick envelope addressed to her. She quickly retrieved the envelope before transfiguring the basket into a cradle and placing the baby into it. She then turned her attention to the envelope, carefully checking it for spells and curses before opening it.

July 18 2002

Hermione Granger,

You may not believe me concerning what I am about to tell you. The baby that I delivered to you is Alice Sophia Riddle however it is imperative to hide her true heritage therefore I have enchanted her birth certificate to make the change to her surname. Knowing that you will accept her she is no longer a Riddle. Her birth certificate will reveal her surname as Granger until such time as you marry.

Where I am from, it has been four years since the Battle of Hogwarts rather than the two that it has been for you. After that battle our world turned dark. Where the Order of the Phoenix won the war and Harry Potter lived in your world, in my world Lord Voldemort won and Harry Potter died. After Harry's death I was spared as an example and forced into marrying Lord Voldemort. I was abused and raped continually and in the last year I fell pregnant. Alice is the result of this. I however did not want her growing up in such a dark world so I searched for a way for me to cross between our worlds, our universes and deliver her to you where she would grow up happy and safe. The method I found would only let me place my daughter on your doorstep before pulling me back. I found such a method in a very dark book residing in my private library that my husband gifted to me on the night of our wedding. I am positive he was unaware of the book although I have burned it so he will never find it.

Alice is only eight days old and her date of birth is the year 2000 not 2002 despite the two year difference between our worlds. I realise you like choices and know that I didn't really give you one in this situation but this really was necessary. I would also like to add that the Dark Lord did know about the pregnancy however due to the abuse I've had from the Death Eaters I've informed him that the child died not long after birth for reasons unknown so you have nothing to fear from him coming after Alice.

I know you must be curious as to whom I am and I will tell you. I am Hermione Jane Riddle nee Granger. This will be shocking to you, to hear that a parallel version of you is married to the Dark Lord and had his child. I know I was deeply upset at my fate. I ask only one other thing and that is for you to never search for a way into a parallel universe, such a task would be near impossible for you. The only reason I managed to do so was because of my husband's involvement in the Dark Arts.

Take care,

Hermione Jane Riddle

PS: I have left you with a large sum of galleons and my daughter's birth certificate. You will have to make some changes before dealing with the Ministry. The galleons should be enough to raise Alice until she comes of age.

Hermione looked away from the letter with tears in her eyes before looking at baby Alice, sleeping soundly in her crib. Finding out that the baby was her own child yet not her own was surprising, shocking and upsetting. She looked back at the envelope and pulled out another piece of paper and looked at it.

Name: Alice Sophia Granger

D.O.B: July 10 2000

Mother: Hermione Jane Granger

Occupation: Healer

Father: Unknown

Occupation: Unknown

After reading over the birth certificate Hermione filed it away until she could deal with it another day. Hearing a coo from the crib, she turned and picked Alice up cradling her gently before looking her over. Satisfied that her new daughter was well she used her wand to draw a drop of blood from both of them and tested it. The DNA was a match which only sort of surprised her. Transfiguring a robe into a carrier, she secured Alice to her chest before collecting the bag of galleons from the crib and pulling her cloak and shoes on. Flicking her wand, Hermione enlarged her fireplace and put the fire out before stepping into it and grabbing some floo powder.

"THE LEAKY CAULDRON, DIAGON ALLEY!" She called, throwing the powder down and holding tightly onto Alice before she disappeared.

A/N: Thank you for reading. Please leave your thoughts and (hopefully constructive) criticism in a review. I'd love to know what you think and whether or not I should continue this story.