Here is an idea that I have been playing around with for a while and for some reason I just couldnt help but start writing it.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recongnize is mine.
"Please Mister Potter"
"But... how. This cant work, there's no way!"
"If there were any other options I would not bother you, but there isnt, not since the war took so many"
Harry Potter stared at his old Transfiguration Professor. She looked tired and stressed, a remarkable witch dealing with the aftermath of the war without the advice or wisdom of Dumbledore.
He knew she wasn't directly blaming him for all the deaths that were resulted from the war, but he still had the nagging feeling that it was his fault.
Harry sighed in defeat and looked at McGonagall.
"Isn't there anyone better suited than me?" he asked still clutching to some hope.
"No, only you can provide the proper protection necessary until we find an alternative solution" she replied.
"All right then tell me what I have to do" he said looking at the floor.
"Well lets finish the paperwork and then I will get into details" She said looking slightly relieved. As she handed Harry a stack of parchment.
He started filling out the proper information and wondered how on earth he got into this mess.
'Oh right, I'm Harry Potter, the world would explode if my life was normal' he thought.
Once he completed all of the paper work necessary he handed it back to his old professor.
"Well Mister Potter, You now adopted Evangelina Ava Lestrange-Snape" she said calmly.
"What? Since when did Snape have a kid?" he asked outraged.
"The little girl is three years old, she is the daughter of ,yes, Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange. She was found in Nocturn Alley only knowing her name and basic information. She was instructed, by we assume her parents, to get to Hogwarts. However she can not remember anything other than that, we assume that she had been obliviated before her parents fled." McGonagall said looking worried
Snape and Bellatrix had been among the group of death eaters that disappeared after the war was over.
"How do we know they wont come back for her? This is dangerous" Harry said angrily. He was disgusted that they would obliviate a three year old but he wasn't shocked.
"Yes but you have defeated Voldemort, you can protect her.She cannot be held in an orphanage because there is too much to risk with the other children. No one will take her and I am counting on you. I will finish this and let you go and prepare for her arrival, I will send you an owl in two days. Goodbye Mister Potter" She said politely.
Still peeved Harry stood up and went to the fireplace. He grabbed floo powder and stepped in.
"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger's Flat" He closed his eyes let the magic take him home.
He stumbled out of the fireplace extremely ungracefully and coughed up the soot that was lodged in his throat.
He was so glad he stopped wearing glasses cause he was positive that they would be shattered on the floor right now.
Getting up and feebly trying to dust off the black mess that was stuck to his clothing he looked around.
He had lived alone here for half a year when the war was over. He was eighteen and all he did all day was drink firewhiskey and sit in the dark. Finally his friends had worried themselves to the bone and Hermione showed up with her bags saying that she and Victor Krum had broken up and she didn't want Harry to waste away alone.
If he was to waste away he would do it under her supervision.
Their apartment was strange indeed, while Harry had turned out to be a neat freak. Hermione was not. She did try to lean up after herself and they lived together just fine. When harry had lived alone, all of his furniture was dark which only fed his depression. He hardly had anything worth looking at and he only had one window that was constantly closed.
Hermione redecorated to say the least. They had bright orange couches with plum purple pillows. They had a massive bookshelf that was busting right next to their muggle tv. Lime green squashy arm chairs sat in front of the fireplace and their coffee table was glass with an unbreakable charm placed on it.
The walls of the Living room were a pretty shade of lavender and Hermione magically installed floor to ceiling windows so there would be more light, You couldn't tell from outside of the building, but it did make a significant difference.
He walked into the hallway. The hall was painted with an ethereal white paint. Pictures of their hogwarts years lined the walls and reminded them of their happiest days.
One of the things that harry concluded during his self induced exile was that he was attracted to males a lot more than he was to females.
One night after coming home from 'exploring his sexuality' at one of the clubs in London, Harry found Hermione with an almost empty wine bottle and loud music playing as she painted an intricate design on the hallway wall. Harry decided to join her and they painted all over the wall and finished it off with a multicolored spray paint that reminded Harry of a picture of a galaxy he had seen once.
Something people didnt know about the bookwormish girl was that she was very in love with music. Rock music especially and thats how Harry managed to get over his depression so fast. She almost literally drowned him in music.
Harry let his hand trace over the black paint that swirled down the hallway as he looked at each picture that hung.
He stopped at his favorite, Harry, Hermione and Ron were all making strange faced into the camera. Harry had his green eyes crossed and his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth, Hermione stretched her mouth out with her fingers as she stared wide eyed at the camera and Ron held his breath so his cheeks puffed out and he stared down his long nose.
The picture trio stopped their face making and stated laughing at Harry. He just smiled and walked into the kitchen.
The kitchen walls were bright yellow, another installment of Hermione's. The counters were white and tiled with small little snitches flying around.
Sitting on one of the tall stools drinking lemonade and reading was Harry's best friend. Hermione.
She looked up when he came in, she smiled brightly and went to pour him a glass of lemonade as he sat down in the stool next to hers.
"What did McGonagall want?" she asked when she sat down again.
Hermione had grown into a very pretty young woman. Her chestnut brown hair was no longer bushy, since she and Harry had found a shampoo and conditioner system that fixes that right up. Her large brown eyes, lined with long thick lashes were intense and understanding. She had a small nose that was slightly upturned and her small pouty pink mouth was inviting to men if they weren't getting their head chewed off by her.
If he wasnt completely turned off by girls and she wasnt so sisterlike with him, he would definatly consider her.
"McGonagall wants me to adopt a child" he mumbled. The facial change that happened to Hermione's face was amusing to watch.
"What? Why on earth would she want that? You're only nineteen years old you don't need a kid!" she said outraged.
"Because the orphanages are full and this child needs extra protection that only I can give" Harry mumbled.
"Besides its only temporary anyway, until they find an alternative solution" Harry added.
"Why does the kid need extra protection, who are its parents?" she asked suspiciously.
"Severus Snape and Bellatrix Lestrange had an affair and didn't use condoms" Harry said disturbed by his own mental picture. Hermione paled and she stared at him with wide eyes.
"Harry, they could come back at anytime and try to take their child back! This is very dangerous" she exclaimed.
"I know, I tried to get out of it and all, but thats part of the reason the little girl cant go to an orphanage and no one wants to take her in. She's only three Hermione and they say she's been obliviated to not know anything about her parents." Harry said trying to calm his friend down.
"They had a little girl? And they obliviated a child? Don't they know that that could permanently damage her growing brain and she could have problems with memory when she gets older!" Hermione exclaimed ranting on about child abuse.
"Hermione its done, I already did most of the paper work. I have to prepare an extra bedroom for her, we have two days can you help me?" Harry asked begging his best friend with his eyes.
"Of course Harry" she said looking at her friend sympathetically.
"Thank you. By the way has Ron written yet?" he asked noticing pig perched by the window.
"Oh yes I nearly forgot. He wrote us all the way from America, poor Pig he was exhausted when he came." Hermione said pointing to the open letter at the end of the counter.
"I'll read it later, how is his quidditch practice going?" harry asked resting his head on his hand. Ron was on a professional quidditch team and they were practicing in America this year.
"He says it going great. He really likes California, and I think he mentioned a girl he met there" she said smiling. Her and Ron never worked out, they were too close. Like her and Harry.
"That's good to hear. Im glad he's enjoying it" Harry said smiling.
"Well we should start making that new room for our new roommate." Hermione said getting up.
"You're right" Harry grumbled
"As always" she said smirking. He playfully shoved her as they went down the hall.
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After three hours of hard work they managed to finish the room.
It was somewhat small because they had to cram it in between their bedrooms. The walls were charmed to fade in an out of different colors. The little bed had a black metal frame with moons and stars all over it. The covers were a light purple with several shades of blue swirled around in it. There was a little book shelf with picture books and children novels. Hermione insisted that the little girl should be exposed to reading at a young age. A miniature desk with colored pencils and crayons lined the wall next a large window with sheer pink curtains. An empty pink wardrobe had flowers painted all over it thanks to Hermione. There were floating stars and planets that lit up the room with a snap of fingers. Both Hermione and Harry were somewhat jealous of whoever got to stay in the room but were also extremely proud of their work.
"Well Harry, now that we've finished this I am going to get ready and we are going to go and eat because I am starving" Hermione concluded leaving the little room
Harry followed suit and went to his own room to change.
OoOoOOoOoOoOoOo Two Days Later
Harry was asleep in his extrememly comfortable bed when he felt Hermione shake him awake.
She was dressed for work. She was training to be a cursebreaker with the ministry. She loved solving things so Harry thought it was perfect for her.
Right now she looked annoyed.
"Harry you have to get up. You got an owl from McGonagall. Here" she said handing him a sealed letter.
He unfolded it and read the loopy writing.
Mr. Potter,
Evangelina is now in my custody. I will send her with an escort to the leaky cauldron at 9 o' clock . She has been informed of the situation and I wish you all the best.
Thank you
Minerva McGonagall
Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He looked at Hermione who was reading over his shoulder.
"What time is it?" he asked frantically.
"8:45 I've got to go!" she said looking at her watch and apparating.
Harry scrambled to get out of bed as he rushed to put on his clothes and he didnt even bother with his hair. He rushed in the bathroom to quickly was his face and brush his teeth.
Feeling refreshed he took no more time to apparate.
He appeared in a familiar alley, he ran from there to the small building known as the Leaky Cauldron.
He walked in and looked around. It was quite empty, but he saw a familair shadow of a large man with bushy hair.
He walked over and clapped his old friend on the back.
"Hello hagrid" he said happily. The half giant looked up and then engulfed Harry into a large hug.
"How ye doin' 'arry" He said gruffly.
"Good and yourself? How are the kids?" Harry asked pleasantly. Hagrid had married The Beauxbaton headmistress and they had two children.
"Growin' up fast, but I'm here to delver som'it to ye" Hagrid said motioning to the small figure next to him who was completely hidden behind a hooded cloak.
"You must be Evangelina. I'm Harry Potter. I will taking care of you from now on"he said bending on one knee so he could try to see her face. The little figure nodded the large hood and a small pale hand shot out from inside the cloak for Harry to shake.
Harry took the little hand awkwardly but smiled none the less.
"Well now that you're 'ere I must be off, gotta to take care o' the little ones." Hagrid said getting up. Harry nodded a thankyou and sat in Hagrid's vacated seat.
"Are you hungry?" Harry asked. The little girl shook her head saying no. Harry was feeling more awkward by the minute.
"Well. Ummm would you like to see where you will be staying?" Harry asked hoping to get out of the stuffy room.
He watched her reply by shaking her head yes, he briefly wondered if she was mute.
He nixed that idea and put out his hand for her to take. She slipped her small hand into his and he noticed her small blue backpack that she was wearing.
"Do you have everything you need" he asked. She nodded again and he sighed.
He led her out side and brought her to the small alley.
"I am going to apparate, you might feel strange but don't be frightened" he said to her. He felt her hand squeeze his and he apparated at once.
He opened his eyes and looked around. He led to her over to the bright orange couch and sat down.
"You can take off your hood now if you want" he said feeling strange that he had yet to see her face. She quietly slipped her hand out of his and slowly lowered her hood.
It seemed that she took after her mother becuase she was a very beautiful little girl. She had long silky black hair, and clear pale skin. Her eyes were as black as her Father's but were large and round. She had a small little face and she stared at harry with her large innocent eyes.
"There now, would you like to see your room?" he asked smiling. She nodded slowly but she smiled in excitement.
He took her hand again and led her down the hall. She looked at Hermione's artwork on the wall and tried to look at the pictures but they were too high for her to see.
Finally they came to the door at the end of the hall.
"This is my room, and that's Hermione's. She is my bestfriend and roommate. If you ever get scared at night, or you need us for something just come to either of out rooms and it will be fine" he said smiling again. She nodded in understanding and he opened the door to her room.
She walked in and he happily watched her smile light up as she looked around her new home. She let go of Harry's hand started touching everything with a look of awe on her small face.
"Thank you" she quietly said in her childish voice.
"Ehh it was nothing. Would you like some lemonade?" He asked.
"Yes please" she said politely. She shrugged off her small backpack and left neatly by her bed.
They walked out again and he shut the door behind them. He saw her discreetly try to look at the pictures hanging on the wall.
"Would you like to see the pictures of my friends and I?" he asked. He saw her blush a little and nod again. He picked her up and rested her on his hip. She was lighter than he expected.
He walked over to the first picture. It was of him, with Hermione and Ron at each of his sides, they were eleven and they held their childlike innocence in their smiles.
"This is me and my two friends Hermione and Ron. You're going to meet her later, but he is training far away and wont be back for a while" He said pointing to each picture.
"That's you?" she asked looking from the picture to him.
"Yeap, I was eleven years old here and it was our first year at Hogwarts" he said.
"You look different" she stated.
"Thats because I grew up" he said smiling. He indeed had changed. He was taller of course, he filled out but was still skinny and toned. He wore tight jeans and semi tight balck t-shirt. His hair stuck out as usual, but thanks to Hermione's shampoo it no longer looked messy, it looked like he just had rough sex and didn't care who knew it.
He moved on to each of the pictures and informed the little girl of his friends and family.
"So Evangelina, do you have a nickname or something else you like to be called by?" Harry asked as he sat her on the counter while he went to get her drink. She started poking the flying snitches, but left it alone after a while.
"Some people call me Evan" she said looking out the window.
"Ok Evan it is, here you go" he said giving her a pink plastic cup full of lemonade.
"Thankyou" she exclaimed drinking a large gulp.
Harry looked at her.
'Maybe this can work' he thought to himself.
k well thats all i have so far... tell me what you think. Should I continue or not?