Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, unfortunately.
Summary: Harry has a daughter named Hermione, who learns of the original Hermione. She plots to bring Harry Potter and Hermione Granger back together again.
A/N:This fic is mostly based on a foreign film I once saw.
In the center of Diagon Alley, right in front of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, a small eight year old girl stood in the doorway tapping her foot impatiently. Every so often she stared at her magical watch, then wrinkled her nose and glanced around the street. She had perfect almond-shaped green eyes and thick dark brown hair that was messy in an adorable way.
Just as she turned around to go back into the store, someone tapped her shoulder. He offered her flowers, which she sniffed at and then threw away from her. He gave her a stuffed bear, which she hugged and then placed on top of the flowers. With an exaggerated sigh, Harry Potter knelt in front of his daughter, his identical green eyes a mixture of joy and guilt.
"Hermione, I'm so sorry, will you ever be able to forgive me?"
"Daddy, do you know how long I've been waiting here for you? I've been waiting for twenty minutes. And before that, Uncle George offered me this creamy pastry. He told me he hadn't done anything to it. So I ate it, and I turned into this big flapping canary! Uncle George started laughing 'cause he said that Uncle Fred had jinxed those, but I didn't think it was funny because I started to shed, which was really gross, and this weird lady with big glasses who was looking scared gave me a strange look, and that made me feel embarrassed, because all these big yellow feathers were falling off my head, and -"
Harry cut her short by lifting her up on his shoulders and spinning her around. Hermione squealed loudly and clutched his neck, while Harry pretended to choke. Passerbys smiled and some waved at Harry. He spotted a couple of giggling girls coming his way. Hastily, he scooped up the flowers and the bear and handed them to his daughter.
"What do you say we go home and get everything ready for your birthday party tomorrow? Auntie Luna said that she would stop by with Uncle Ron and help us set stuff up. And how about we stop at the Leaky Cauldron on the way?"
"Sure Dad, anything to avoid your cooking."
"You're going to pay for that one, 'Mione." And with that, Harry took off at break neck speed before she got a firm hold of his neck again, causing his daughter to giggle and scream again.
The next day, Hermione got up and rushed down the staircase of the spacious house to the living room. Her father was an Auror, and he was the greatest. Their house was very large and very magical, but sometimes it felt lonely. Still, she couldn't have asked for a better dad.
It was still pretty early in the morning, and she was sure that Harry hadn't woken up yet. But she knew that after she had gone to bed, he had left the letter from her mother under all his presents. Even though her mom was dead, Hermione still had a present from her every year. Before she died, her mother had left her a letter for her to open on each of her first ten birthdays. They had been enchanted to recite their contents to her in her mother's voice before she learned how to read. And it was the best present that anyone could have given her, besides having her mother back again.
Hermione slowly found the letter beneath all her other gifts, and she smiled sadly and happily as she opened it and started to read.
My dear sweet Hermione,
So much time has passed by if you are now reading this. You are probably a smart, adorable girl, and if you are anything like your father, you are probably also caring and sensitive to the boot. Hopefully, after you read this letter, you will understand much about me that I never revealed to you before. I am sure that what I am going to tell you is something that your father has never mentioned to you before either, and maybe, even from my grave, I can help make Harry happy again. Because I am certain that even if he appears carefree and joyous, beneath that sturdy façade there is a deep sorrow and desolation that only one person can penetrate.
I do not know if you have met this person by now, but my guess would be that you have not. For she, just like your father, is very stubborn and good at avoidance. Her whole personality is unique and amazing, and she was, and still is, the only woman for your father. Unfortunately for him, he realized it too late.
That woman's name is Hermione Granger, whom you were named after. I hope you find a comfortable place to sit, because this letter is going to be pretty long. It will be an emotional journey for such a young child. I am going to tell you a story about Harry, Hermione, and me that you have never heard of, that no one besides us really knows.
It all began ten years ago, in the fine establishment of Hogwarts (I can't wait till you open the last letter I'm going to leave for you, it's full of stuff about that place), when we were all in seventh year...