A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please review!!! I promise it will get more interesting!! The end will be big!!!

Chapter 1

Her Daughter

"Remember, be careful not to make too much noise and come at eleven sharp." yelled Hermione from the kitchen.

Leda nodded while she mentally rolled her eyes. Her mother was always too cautious. She climbed the stairs that led to the exit of the underground house. As she reached the top, she looked into the small hole in the ceiling, to check if the coast was clear. It was. Leda then carefully removed the small square of ceiling above her, put on the invisibility cloak over her head, and climbed the ladder up to the woods. Feeling the breeze hit her immediately, she sighed with immense pleasure at the emotions of freedom she got whenever she took her daily walk. Just recently, her mother had finally allowed her to be the one to get the food for them. For years, Leda had been begging her mother to do this chore, if only to get some fresh air.

If I can get fresh air under this cloak, thought Leda, annoyed at the cloth that covered her. That was the condition that her mother had set- to always wear the invisibility cloak as an added precaution. There was already a disillusionment charm placed on the entry of the house, so no one around could see that a hole appeared in the ground of the middle of a forest every time one of the two females exited the house. She continued her way across the forest, searching the ground for berries and nuts under the dim moonlight.

Two hours later, after collecting a hoard of forest food, she made her way to the nearest house. It was an isolated farm, where only a small muggle family lived in. She crept into an open first-floor window, luckily one near the kitchen. She walked toward the refrigerator and opened it, careful not to make a noise. A burst of fresh air blew out, and Leda silently sighed with relief. It was getting quite warm under the cloak. Inside, there was a plethora of delicious food she never regularly saw at home. Not wanting to be too greedy, she only grabbed a loaf of bread, a few slices of cheese, and some milk. She was sure her mother would be content with the supply she had gathered that evening. Smiling to herself, she closed the refrigerator and made her way out.

Leda walked hurriedly back to the house. She had taken a little longer than she was supposed to, considering her very sudden discovery. It had been in the middle of a pond, sparkling in its modest splendor. It was a simple silver chain, on the end of which was a miniature hourglass contained in two rings. She had taken a while to retrieve it from the water, since the use of a wand was being monitored everywhere, and it would be deemed suspicious if there was any magical activity in the middle of an isolated English wood. She hated to think what the Death Eaters would do to her if she was caught. She shuddered at the possibilities. Her mother had told her all about those atrocities.

Leda had to climb a nearby tree and a stick to finally salvage the shining necklace. She held the chain tight within her small left hand, while she held the basket containing the food in the other.

She was sure her mother would be worried about her. Since the beginning of her life, her mom worried constantly about getting caught by Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters. She could never think of a time that was anxious-free.

She sighed and quickened her step. Boy, am I in trouble, she thought.

Hermione paced the small living room. She looked at the small clock on the wall. 11:25. She was supposed to come back 25 minutes ago. She signed for the hundredth time for that half-hour while she anxiously crossed her arms. This was not good. Leda was always punctual. Again, she sat down on the couch to try to control her nerves. She tied her unruly hair in a bun, but wasn't satisfied with the result, so she undid it again and it returned to its normal, bushy state.

Creak.

She jumped up and looked up toward the entrance. At first, there was no one there, but within a couple of seconds, a cloak slipped off, and revealed a slender, young girl with sleek brown hair and blue-grey eyes. She looked up at her mother guiltily, and looked down as if in shame.

"Leda Antigone Granger!!! Where have you been?!!! I was sick with worry about you!!!! You were twenty-five minutes late!!!!!! I specifically said eleven o'clock!!! What happened!!!????"

The young girl at first, seemed hesitant to speak, but then quickly blurted out, "I kind of lost track of the time, I was so busy looking for food and I really liked the fresh air, and I forgot to check my watch…" her voice hanging in the air as the words dwindled, feeling she could not say more without being redundant.

Hermione was in a state of severe exhaustion, caused by the plethora of emotions that had run through her for the past half-hour, first worry and anxiety at not having Leda home on time, then dread for fear of the terrible things that might have happened to her, then frustration at not being able to go out and look for her, relief and happiness to see her back alive, and anger at Leda being so late and having her worry. This roller coaster of feelings clearly showed itself in the 35-year-old woman. She was as pretty as she ever was, in a knowledgeable way, and would have appeared to be in her twenties if it weren't for her eyes that betrayed trouble, turmoil, and hardship. It held no youthful twinkle that had graced her face and once spoke of determination, vigor, and boldness. Instead, it looked sad, worn, and tired, yet it would occasionally sparkle whenever she was especially proud of her daughter.

Unable to voice her emotions into intelligible words, the mother finally relented and nodded. Her daughter quickly walked over to her, set down the basket and cloak on the table, and enveloped her mother in a hard embrace that communicated her apology. Her mother understood and returned the embrace. After a while, mother and daughter let go, and they both smiled tenderly at each other.

"You need to get to bed. It's late," said Hermione with a weak smile.

"All right, mum. Oh yeah, I got some extra things from the farmhouse. Some cheese, milk, and bread. You'll find it all in the basket," she finished with a warm smile.

"Did you-" Hermione started, only to be cut off by her daughter.

"Yeah, I left some money on their table. Don't worry." Her mother always had qualms when it came to taking supplies, for she considered it stealing.

Hermione smiled. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, mum."

Leda walked to her room, holding the necklace tightly in the palm of her hand.