Who's that Girl?

by bookmagic42

It's been years since I last saw Hermione Granger and it took all my willpower to turn my head away from the child when I saw her. Is it possible for me and Granger to have a child without doing the deed? Or was she that infatuated to me that she found a spell to have my child without my knowledge? I must ask Granger but I don't think I'm ready to face and accept her answer.

Disclaimer: I hate to put disclaimer because I just don't want to admit that I really, really, really do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. Sadly JK owns it and fortunately she does because ya know it I own it I don't know what will happen to the story. :D

Author's Note:PLEASE SPEND SOME MOMENT TO READ THIS. THANKS!

So yeah, the story may be vague because my plot is still vague and I really want to write now. So excuse my grammar and all. And some or almost of them may be OOC in some chapters 'cause you know, it is Post- Hogwarts. So if you don't want OOC characters, please try reading my story (lol!) But if you are just gonna curse my story and write hurtful reviews then please stop. So reviews are much appreciated but please construct it in the right way, without hurting other's feeling. Thank you for reading this note and the rest of my story.

I was running the halls of the Department of Mysteries yet again.

The battle between us and the Deatheaters has begun a couple of minutes ago. In the meantime, countless of precious artefacts and hundreds of time turners were exploding behind us as we shouted curses to Deatheaters who deflected it easily. We are tired and terrified at the same time, we know that it won't be long until we breathe our last breath.

The scene slowly shifted to the day when I found that valuable item. It was twilight. The sun is gradually setting behind the hill and yet I stood there, fascinated by such beauty. As the last of the sun's light was sapped by darkness, a stone not five meters away from me glinted. Yes, a stone. Don't be worried, you're not the only one wondering what does a stone doing at the top of the hill. So you know, curiosity got the best of me and I strode towards it. Turns out it wasn't some precious stone I can sell to earn some money. It was –

I woke with a start. Remembering that day was even worse than remembering the battle at the Department of Mysteries or even the Last Battle. You may say I'm overreacting but, come on, if you experienced the same thing I experienced when I picked up that – that thing, I'll tell you, you'll want to obliviate yourself. Unfortunately, you can't obliviate yourself, right?

My train of thoughts about the day was cut when I heard shuffling at the next room. I promptly closed my eyes and heightened my senses. The door creaked and a shadow loomed over me. The owner of the shadow giggled. Of course, I know who she is, she always does this. Trust me! But what can I do, I love her.

Soon, my most awaited "good morning" came. She shouted the two words at the top of her lungs and started jumping on my bed. Way to go kiddo, I told myself. She stopped jumping, settled next to me, and whispered, "Hey mom, good morning! Time to cook our favourite pancakes," then she did my favourite gesture, she hugged me.