How I Met Your… Er… Other Parent
Author: Izzy Rizzy
I Own Nothing except for young Amelie of course.
Summary: The Title Should Say it All.
Rating: T for Safety.
No Beta... bare with me.
"Mum…" Hermione gazed softly at a child, her chld. She raised an eyebrow gently to push the small voice forward. "Mum, who is my father?" Hermione chuckled and kissed the small being on the head.
That was the single question Hermione Jane Granger could never answer to her miniature self save the few qualities she retrieved from the other twenty three chromosomes that were not her own.
"I will tell you later Amelie." Hermione replied to her quietly. "It is time for bed, now get tucked in." Amelie huffed, but complied with her mother's request. Once she was tucked deep into the cool sheets she looked expectantly at her mother.
"Mum you always say that you will tell me later. What's holding you back from telling me about him? Amelie asked her mother. Hermione flinched slightly never getting this reaction from her daughter before. She sighed deeply and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her hand.
"Amelie, it is not important on who your father is," Hermione started gently. "Now go to sleep, we're going to the burrow early tomorrow." She finished placing a small kiss on her daughter's head of silvery blond hair. She stood up and walked to the doorway, not forgetting to turn the light off. "Good night Amelie."
"Your way of thinking is clearly preposterous, but goodnight anyway mother." Hermione laughed at the choice in her daughters words and closed the door, walking out.
Hermione's daughter was almost the carbon copy of herself, personality wise at least. Her physical attributes were… somewhat of an argument. The only thing physical that carried from her to her daughter was a significant overbite (which they had taken care of early on in her years) and small freckles that only showed in the sunlight. Amelie Granger had silvery straight blond hair and bright, vibrant blue eyes, definitely something that even Hermione did not even carry as a trait. Yet, a conversation with the young Granger child would make you think you were having a heated debate with a thirty year old Scholar.
Hermione walked slowly into her bedroom, her eyes fixated on a small black chest with a bronzed padlock on it. She pulled out her wand and quickly flicked it open. She sighed as she bent down to rummage through a bunch of belongings. Hermione pulled out a picture and stared as it unfolded in front of her.
In the picture, it was raining. Two figures were in the picture. One of them had their back to the camera, the other Hermione. The unidentifiable one had a blue hood covering themselves from the rain, but strands of silvery blond hair blew into the wind. Hermione gave a loving smile to the hooded figure before pulling them in for a kiss.
Hermione smiled sadly before turning the picture around.
'Summer 00'
Hermione and'
The rest of the writing was smudged away from tears Hermione shed in the past. "How does she want me to explain this mess to her?" Hermione asked herself and put the picture back into its resting place.
She lied down onto her bed and stared at the ceiling for moments. Eventually exhaustion did take over and she gently fell asleep, the memories of the silvery blond to invade her dreams.
Amelie awoke the next morning with the energy of all the incoming first years at howarts, for the one reason of going to the burrow. She would be able to see her cousins, Uncle Ronald and Aunt Luna, and her Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny, but also, for the mere fact that Amelie would be able to question Ginny about her father. Amelie smirked about her Aunt Ginny's uneasiness of lying to her as she got dressed and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Amelie Isabelle Granger -" Amelie froze with a flinch, her mother was awake, "-What have I told you about running in the house?"
"Sorry Mum, I'm just… excited?" Amelie went for and sat on a bar stool. Hermione grinned and rolled her eyes at her daughter. She pushed forward a pre-filled glass of Pumpkin juice to Amelie. Amelie smiled brightly and took the cup. It was her favorite, a large black glass with quidditch designs on it.
"Well you should be, everyone's going to be there for dinner, including Grandmother and Grandfather." Hermione stated. "Come on don't get too full on that, you know Grandmother has probably cooked a feast for you already."
"I know… Say Mum, can we take the brooms this time? I want to show Uncle Harry how good I've gotten since last time." Amelie said. Hermione grimaced and shook her head.
"No Amelie, we're going to apparate there, but you can bring your broom if it pleases you." Hermione said with a small chuckle. "I can't believe Harry bought you a firebolt for your eleventh birthday."
"Well it is not my fault I was gifted with the superb ability to fly." Amelie said and shook her head out letting her hair flow freely.
"I swear you are so much like…" Hermione paused, catching herself. She looked down to her daughter who was practically pleading for her to continue. "Not going to happen." Hermione said and ruffled Amelie's hair. "Come on get your broom."
Amelie glared quickly at her mother and nodded. She ran out to the shed and grabbed her perfectly polished firebolt then returned to her mother who was waiting for her.
"I take it you are ready?" Hermione asked. Amelie nodded and grabbed her mother's hand.
"Just try not to Splinch this time mother." Amelie told the older witch with a grim face.
"It was only one time that happened Amelie, and it was years ago." Hermione whined to her daughter.
"Fine but I'd still like to have my foot when we get there." Amelie replied with a huff.
"Okay enough young lady." Hermione warned her daughter. "When we get there I expect you to be on your best behavior."
"Of course mum," Amelie mumbled with a small grunt. Hermione smiled at her daughter before flicking her wand and disappearing with a pop.
So there goes a first chapter. Good? Bad? Should I stop all together?
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