Hello readers! This is just a story that I had in my head for a while now and have finally put into words. This will most likely be a Harry/Daphne story. It starts off with it being Harry/OC though. I hope that everyone likes it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

Harry Potter was not having a good year. His 6th year at Hogwarts had just ended and he was on his way back to Privet Drive to stay with his relatives. Dumbledore's death was really hard on him. He had started to look at Dumbledore as a grandfather and a mentor. The past year, Dumbledore had been training Harry in all kinds of magic and fighting while also showing him more on Voldemort's life and how he survived. Apparently, Voldemort had made 2 horcruxes, which were soul containers, and this allowed him to survive the rebounding killing curse. Harry had already destroyed one, Tom Riddle's diary, in his 2nd year.

After arriving at the station, he said goodbye to all of his friends and the DA members. He had continued the DA from last year while also adding some new members. The most unexpected members were the 4 Slytherins: Blaise Zabini, Tracey Davis, Theodore Nott, and Daphne Greengrass. They were different from the rest of their housemates and didn't believe in blood purity. Harry had come quite close to the Slytherins(Daphne in particular) and was able to let his more cunning side out around them. He had been repressing it since starting Hogwarts and was starting to get tired of playing the part of the perfect Gryffindor.

Harry crossed the barrier into the Muggle part of the station and quickly found his uncle. He thought that his uncle looked to be in an even worse mood than he usually was and that was saying something. He went up to his uncle and all his uncle did was motion for him to get in the car. He thought that this was quite strange.

As they drove to Privet Drive, Harry couldn't hep but think of his summer there last year. He had been pretty depressed over Sirius's death but decided that Sirius wouldn't have wanted him to mope over it. So instead, Harry had gotten a girlfriend. You see, Harry had changed from the skinny, short boy that he once was. Last summer, he had stood at 6'1" and was starting to develop a very muscular figure from training that he had begun while at Hogwarts. Now, he was 6'3" and had an almost perfect body from all of the training that Dumbledore had put him through. He was ready to see his girlfriend, Adara Jones, after not seeing her for 9 months. She was a petite girl with long golden blonde hair that was in beach curls and grey eyes that always had a sparkle in them. Their relationship had sprung up soon after he had arrived at Number 4 last summer and had progressed quickly. He had left a week before September 1st with the promise to see her next summer because there was no contact at his school, or at least he said. He could see himself spending the rest of his life with her and was going to tell her about magic when he next saw her.

They arrived at Number 4 and Uncle Vernon quickly rushed Harry into the house. Before Harry could carry his trunk up to his room, Uncle Vernon said," Boy, we need to speak to you. Get in the living room."

Harry sat his trunk next to the stairs wondering what this was about. He didn't think that he had done anything to upset them yet, but his mere presence sometimes made them mad, so he didn't think anything of it. He walked into the living room and sat in an armchair across from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. As soon as he sat down, his uncle asked," Now, boy were you in a relationship with that Jones girl last year?"

Harry didn't understand what Uncle Vernon was getting at, so he just nodded his head and said," Yes, she is my girlfriend and I am looking forward to seeing her tomorrow. Why are you asking me this?"

This time Aunt Petunia spoke," Because you got that poor girl pregnant! She is going to give birth to your freakish offspring any day now!"

To say that Harry was shocked would be in understatement. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. On one hand he was shocked that all of the protection that they used didn't work, but on the other hand he was ecstatic to think that the girl he loved was going to give birth to their child any day now. He was worried that they were a little young to take care of a baby, but was glad to finally have a family.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Aunt Petunia got up to answer it. She talked for a few moments before coming back into the room. " It seems that your freak child is arriving now. The Jones's told us to meet them at the hospital."

They arrived at the hospital a few minutes later and Harry was dropped off at the entrance before the Dursleys sped off. Harry was rushed into a room where he saw Adara laying on the bed. Harry quickly strode over to her and planted a kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at him and said." Hello, love. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I couldn't contact you at that school of yours."

"It's okay Dara. I'm here now. I'm sorry for putting you in this situation. You probably didn't want to get pregnant at 16."

"Harry, I don't care. Yes, it is a lot sooner than I wanted to start a family, but I'm glad that it is at least with you. I love you Harry, and I can't wait until we can finally see our son or daughter," Adara said before leaning up and kissing Harry. They only kissed for a moment before Adara had to lie back down because of contractions. Harry gripped her hand whle she grimaced.

Soon, the contractions stopped, but Harry still held her hand. He then placed a chaste kiss on her lips and told her," I love you too. After this I have something important to tell you." She nodded her head, and they sat together and talked about what had happened for them this year. Harry couldn't help but think that she looked gorgeus with her stomach swollen with his child.

After a few hours, Adara was finally ready to give birth. Adara decided that she didn't want Harry in the room with her. He was soon informed of the birth of their son. Surprisingly, Adara soon gave birth to a girl 15 minutes after their son. Harry was overjoyed. He not only had a son to be his heir, but also a little girl to spoil. He settled into a chair in the lobby, waiting to be told that he could see his children and girlfriend.

A half hour later, a doctor came up to him. "Are you Harry Potter?" Harry nodded his head. "Then I regret to inform you that Adara Jones has passed away due to complications during childbirth. I offer my condolences."

Well there you have it. My newest story. I will try to update this story along with "A Shocking Inheritance" as many times as I can.

I'm sorry that I ended on a cliffhanger and a sad note, but I thought that it was a good ending to the beginning. The way I want this story to go means that Adara has to be out of the picture somehow. If you have any questions, let me know and I hope to be able to answer them.