Araminta Malfoy-Potter: The Eye of the Storm

A/N This story starts a little bit before the end of my first fic, Araminta Malfoy-Potter: Taking Hogwarts by Storm. So it's sort of a sequel. I was so encouraged by all of the reviews I received telling me to write more that I couldn't let the story stop! I thought I was done writing, but a really nice author emailed me and asked me to write a little bit of a fic for her, and of course I was happy to help her because she needed a lot of help. So, I hope you get good reviews for the fic you wrote! She wrote A Magical Guide to Mpreg, Seventeenth Edition even though it was my idea. Last I saw, it wasn't very funny yet but she was working hard on it. I don't think it's on fanfiction.net, so if you see it somewhere let me know! I'll beta it for you, just email me! (Maybe you have my address wrong, because you never wrote me back.)

So, anyway, this story starts right after Araminta saves Melannen in the present day. Now, she has to find out how the things she did in the past changed the future. All of it is fanfiction, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and I'm not making any money.

Araminta and Melannen walked arm-in-arm up the long pathway to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The autumn leaves drifted down around them in a shower of red and gold, perfectly appropriate for showcasing the brave acts Araminta had completed over the last week. Araminta sort of wished that autumn leaves also came in green and silver, so that she could feel like she had done both her houses proud.

A shout came from up ahead. "Araminta! Over here!"

"Mummy! Daddy!" Araminta yelled, shaking off Melannen and running up the dirt road.

Draco and Hermione Malfoy, looking much older and more careworn since she'd last seen them, were standing on the front steps and holding hands.

"So it's true," Hermione breathed, taking Araminta into her arms. "I saw you a week ago and you were eleven...and today, you're seventeen and a week old, just like you were all those years ago when you helped us find true love at Hogwarts."

Araminta closed her eyes and leaned into the hug. She searched her memories.... Although she could remember the first past, the one in which she'd thought Daddy Draco and Harry were her fathers, she had another set of memories now, one in which Mummy Hermione had taught her to read and write and hold her wand. She knew that she'd miss her first set of memories, but she wouldn't trade her father's happiness for the world. He deserved to be with the woman of his destiny.

"Minta, you look stunning." Draco eyed his daughter's costume. "Just as lovely as when we last met!"

"She looks like a hooker," Hermione interjected, waving her wand and transforming Araminta's Satine costume into a boring jumper.

"But Mum," Araminta whined.

"Oh, all right," Hermione relented, giving Araminta her green and gold robes that were her trademark Slythindor outfit. After a moment, she smiled and put a hand on Araminta's cheek. "We've missed you so much, or, at least, we've missed your life. You grew up so fast!"

"Overnight," Araminta said, remembering Dumbledore's spell that had made her the physical equal of her seventh year classmates.

"However," Draco said, putting an arm around his wife, "there's someone that's been missing our very grown-up daughter for too long. Someone who's waiting for her in Dumbledore's office."

Araminta breathed, "Harry."

"It would be cruel of us to keep them apart," Draco noted, nuzzling his wife's head. "You remember what it was like to be young and in love."

Araminta gave her mother puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, go on." Hermione laughed with tears in her eyes.

"Thanks, Mum!" Araminta said, before running up the steps and into the castle.