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A/N - Hello every one! Welcome to my new story Contaminated Purities - Secrets Unfold! This is actually my first Harry Potter Fanfiction and, like most of my other stories, I'm writing about a main charicter from a book's kid (or in this case, a bunch of main charicter's children) Anyway, the story is not Cannon to the last books (though i'm doing my best to keep it as close as i can with all my origniality and creativity thrown in to it) I hope you enjoy the adventures the next generation will bring to the beloved school!

Also, special thanks to my new awesome Beta (and friend) headoverheals4hp... even if she does have odd tastes in charicter pairings ( not to mention the fact that she makes the love of those charicters contagious - as you will find out in this story) Anyway girl you rock!! - and thanks for putting up with my awful first drafts! They are A TON better now that you're helping me! :D

Now Enjoy!

Prologue

Andrea, was skipping around her house, playing a game of hide-and-seek with her three best friends, Lillian, and the twins Savannah and Hannah. It was her turn to seek and she had been searching everywhere for them, and being the tender age of four, she had run out of both interest in the game and places to look. So the small child gave up, instead, she decided to hum tunelessly to herself, skipping down the hallway on her way to the small living room she knew her mother would be occupying.

Once she got there, though, she stopped. Inside she could hear her mother crying. Sadness washed over the girl, very rarely did her mother cry, she had seen her do so only one time that she could remember and even then it was fuzzy. It had been the day her father left…

Though she knew that, at one point, when she was still just a little baby, her father had loved her with all his heart along with her mother. But something had gone wrong, and whenever she brought up her father to her mummy, her mother would always avoid answering the question with either a bribe or a change in the subject. Eventually Drea, even at the age of four, (Pronounce Dray-uh/ Drai (her other nickname) is pronounced Dray) had learned not question her Mum, it was waste of her breath.

Now, Andrea was a little bit older and she couldn't even remember what her father looked like, yet alone how he acted, talked, or anything really. She just knew that he wasn't in her life and never would be. That was the way her Mum had wanted it, and Drea was fine with that. She loved her mummy and she didn't ever want to change the small, content family they had together.

But, every once in a while, when she was watching so many of the people around her playing with their fathers, like Lillian did with Harry and Savanna, (she was often called Anna for short) and Hannah did with Ron, she wished that maybe he would come back and tease her with his wand, or even pretend to be a dinosaur and chase her around the room, only to catch her and tickle her silly. It was times like that when she was watching them play that she wished, for once, she had a daddy to do that with. Not that Harry or Ron ever excluded her from their games, never. But it was more that when it was over, she was never the one sitting on her daddy's lap in the end, but instead she always ended up sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor below every ones feet.

But now it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was what had made her mother upset; and she was determined to find out. Ever so carefully, the curly-haired little-girl poked her pigtails around the corner to hear what her mother was saying. When she looked, she saw her Mummy crying into her hands with Lillian's mummy, Ginny, beside her. The red head was trying to console the brown haired witch, while also trying to understand what the matter was; apparently Hermione hadn't managed to say over the sobbing.

"Mhh. Shh...'Mione, you're okay. What's wrong?" Ginny asked, while embracing the young woman. Hermione lifted her head and opened her eyes and searched around the room, trying blink back the tears threatening to spill over again. Ginny tore herself from the hug realizing the girl wouldn't say anything unless she insisted - which of course, being Ginny, she would. But for now, Ginny could tell just by looking at her she needed a friend, even if it meant suffering in the aggravation of not knowing why her best friend was so upset.

Drai was debating on sneaking back down the hall way when her mother finally spoke.

"I went… I went and found him." She mumbled, almost too inaudible to hear. Andrea could tell by the way Ginny had stiffened that something was wrong. Fighting the urge to run to her crying mother, Drea took a breath, sat cross-legged on the floor, and listened. She had to know what the adults were talking about – how could she help her mummy otherwise?

"Him…?" Ginny asked, the red head had an idea who her friend was talking about. But 'him' was a very broad term, she could have meant a lost dog, the minister of magic, her father, shoot, for all she knew it could have been Professor Slughorn from their years at school. Surely she meant some one else rather than the 'him' 'him,' right?

"Gin, I mean 'Him.' That's where I went a few weeks back, those three days you watched Drea I had apparated all the way to… well that part doesn't even matter, but I found him. And, Merlin, I can't believe I did it, but I spoke to him, after over two years, I finally spoke to him." Hermione muttered as Gin stared in both disbelief and horror. Had the brightest witch of the century lost her mind?!

"Hermione! How – How could you do that… to yourself. To little Andrea? To your family? Why would you go looking for him?" Ginny gasped, after finally getting her head around what the woman was saying, Hermione shrugged, but didn't answer, so Ginny pressed for more information. "Okay, so you found him, you spoke to him, that can't be all of it, now can it?"

The brunette shook her head no, " No, I mean, after he got over the shook that I was there talking to him, which he seemed to be astounded that I had the nerve to speak to him, but… I don't know, Ginny, but one thing led to another and before I knew it he was looking at me, like he had before everything happened. Well, I only saw him for only a few hours, he has a new job and everything, well when I asked him to come back, to see his daughter, Andrea, growing up, to be her father again, he refused. He still won't let me use his last name, threatening it would ruin him, now that – that his father can't handle the family business." She finished lamely and blushed a little, the tears threatening to fall again. She sounded foolish, begging him to come back – to raise his daughter – to love her like she thought he had at one point… but no, that could never happen.

Ginny hugged her again, this time tight and for a long time, understanding why the woman was so upset, not that she hadn't subjected herself to it, this was the second time the selfish git had chosen himself over others, but… still, to have the father of your child refuse to love you – or your baby, that had to be hard. But, why then…?

Ginny once again pulled herself from the hug, this time not releasing Hermione completely, and looked at her confused, "Not to sound insensitive 'Mione, but why are you waiting almost two and half months later to get so upset? You seemed fine when you got back."

"I was fine; I had already suspected he wouldn't come back." Hermione sniffed, dabbing at her eyes.

"But, then why are you so upset…" Ginny looked at Hermione in the eyes, who was very much trying to avoid the younger girl's gaze, and saw her blush scarlet. "Oh, Hermione! Please, tell me that you did not- that you are not…" Hermione shook her head, trying to shut her friend up.

"Shh! Yes, okay I am! I am, and he's gone and I have Andrea to raise. I know what happened and know I have to do this on my own, but please, please, Gin, keep your voice down, I think Harry and Ron are still upstairs!" Ginny's jaw dropped in both shock and awe. Shock that this was true, in awe over the fact that Hermione hadn't seen him in over two years, and yet he still managed to bed her and get her pregnant in three days time!

"Okay, I won't say anything," Ginny dropped her voice to just over a whisper to where Drea had to listen extremely closely to hear her, "but you do have to tell them, and Drai, that you're bloody pregnant, again."

Hermione nodded, and Andrea felt her heart stop, her mother was going to have a baby?

"I know, I just I hope they don't ask who… Not that they'd believe me if I told them."

"No, I doubt that they would disbelieve you 'Mione. They might be shocked you're pregnant – 'Shh!' – but they'd know well enough who the only man you'd ever sleep with is. But, Hermione, you've got to let him go, this time, he didn't come with you, he won't come with you, please, leave him out of your life – and your children's lives- for good. Its better off that way, okay?"

Andrea saw her Mum nod gloomily, "Suppose your right, Gin. I've got to let this one go." She muttered. Gin looked pitifully at the girl for a second before pulling her into a hug again. Then she sighed, "Drea, now come in. Stop hiding out, girl, you can have a hug too." Ginny called over her shoulder with out looking back. Andrea looked down sheepishly due to the fact that she had been caught, but none-the-less she hurried over to her mother and Ginny where she was embraced tightly by her mother.

"I love you Drai, so much. Don't forget that, okay?" Drea nodded and hugged her mummy tighter, happy to just be close to her. Who needed a daddy, when you had Hermione as a mother, anyway?

seven years later

Drea woke with something jumping at the foot of her bed. What was extraordinarily annoying was the fact that the jumping thing was now not just jumping on her bed, but also on her, and it hurt!

"Wake up! Wake up!" A girl's voice sang merrily to Drea, who was kicking every which way in order to get the girl off. What time was it anyway?

'Entirely too early to be waking up, no doubt.' Thought Andrea.

"Malory! Go away, now." She snapped when her kicking seemed to be doing absolutely no good. The kid was like a trampolinest the way she was dodging Drea's wild kicks. Not to mention she didn't slip or stop her perfectly annoying rhythm.

"Malory, go away!" Drea growled, rolling over to throw a pillow at her little sister. The pillow zoomed threw the air but Mal easily tucked her legs up over it and continued on, well, at least until Andrea's last pillow hit her in the face.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! Get – 'wham!' – Ow! Hey Andrea! That hurt!" She complained, rubbing her nose.

"Then go away. I was sleeping." She muttered rolling back over to cuddle with her pillow, which, to her dismay, was now lying on the floor several feet from her bed. With a grumble she sat up. "But see now, I'm awake. Thank you so much Malory." She retorted sarcastically, Malory only response was to stick out her tongue.

"Mature, Mal, very mature." She retorted while rolling her eyes. "So why did you feel the need to wake me up so very excruciatingly early in the morning?"

"You aren't being very nice, Andrea Madison, so I won't tell you! So, there!" Oh, yeah, Drea could definitely see why every one thought she was just so darn cute: those smart-elicit remarks and annoying habits of always being in the way while whining just made her adorable.

"You are being very rude, Malory Damaris. Tell me or leave." With a huff, her younger sister turned to leave, refusing to say a word to her older sister, but before doing so, she turned to add something, "Uhg- what now?" Drea asked, she was definitely not at all a morning person and her sister was turning back around, again!

"Well, fine, then I just won't tell you that there's a parcel for you down stairs. –oh! Opps!-" Malory covered her mouth with both hands immediately after she said that.. Drea was now awake, and curious.

"Who sent me a parcel?" She wondered out loud, expecting it to be a rhetorical question.

"Hogwarts!"

"What? Hogwarts sent me a parcel?" She asked stunned.

"Well, a letter, not a parcel, I said that to make you mad."

"Wait! What sort of letter is it?"

"Dunno, mum said it was important though. She was the one who said to wake you, besides, Lilly has used her muggle phone and called us at least three times hoping you were up yet."

"Oh, Merlin! That's it! That's my Hogwarts letter!" This time Drea had no problem with getting up, instead her insides where on fire from her excitement. She – Andrea Madison Granger – was going to be a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Finally, she could be a witch!

Running as quickly as she could with out tripping over her muggle night gown, Drea flashed down the stairs to the kitchen, where their mail was usually delivered.

"Wow, aren't you up early?" Hermione noted as her daughter raced through the door. "Its only just now ten and you're up already. What's finally gotten you to get up?" She asked, laughing discreetly. Her eldest daughters excited face and her frenzied searching let her know that Malory had spilled the beans about the letter, not that Hermione hadn't expected her not to, she always did, but it was a fun to challenge her not to anyway. Eventually her youngest daughter would learn to keep secrets.

"Mum, where's the letter?" Drea asked impatiently bouncing on her feet, her little sister at her side; Hermione looked at them both with a merry half-smile. They were so cute, and they didn't even realize it. They looked almost identical to each other, except Andrea was very clearly older by several years, six to be exact. Also Drea had much curlier hair and smaller frame, but other than that and the girls could easily be recognized as sisters. They both had Hermione's curly hair, curvy build, slightly awkward nose, and too big teeth (though thankfully, it was obviously they could grow into theirs with out much problem) The girls entire being resembled Hermione with only two exceptions, their extremely white-blonde hair and their very deep, gorgeous grey eyes. Those two traits were very much their father's. So much so, that it hurt Hermione to look at those two features for more than a few minutes with out bringing up old, burned memories that haunted her still to this day.

"Mum?!" Drea asked again, still impatient. Hermione laughed, pulling the letter out from behind her. Immediately the girl ripped it from her hands and had it opened, sure enough it was the Hogwarts letter, her name printed neatly across the top and all.

"Merlin's Pants, Mum, I got in! I got in! Oh, I can't believe this! I have to talk to Lilly!" She was squealing; her words barely coherent as each sentence strung into another.

"I knew you would." Hermione said smugly, but hugged her daughter tightly. She smiled and whispered in her ear, "I'm so, so, so, so proud of you! You'll just love Muggle Studies and Ancient Ruins, they are the most fascinating courses there, I promise you!"

"Oh, don't believe her Drai, she's lying. Stay far, far away form both of those, lest you want to die of boredom." Ginny called, walking in the door unannounced. Lilly was at her feet.

"Drea! I got in!" Lilly said, racing towards Andrea, who had immediately started towards her friend. "I got in! I got in to Hogwarts, do you believe this?!" Lilly was so overwhelmed with excitement that it almost shocked Andrea, of course the daughter of Harry Potter would be going to Hogwarts, where else would the eldest child of the boy-who-lived-twice go? It was pretty obvious.

"Of course, Lil, you got in! I didn't think you wouldn't, what with your Dad and all. But, I got in too! Merlin, I can't believe this! We are going to be going to school at Hogwarts! Can you imagine it, seeing three headed dogs, and giant chess boards, oh, and the chamber of secrets and the Shrieking Shack, we can do everything my mum and your dad did, It will be absolutely…" They were cut off by both Ginny and Hermione at the same time.

"NO!" They howled, grabbing their daughters as they remembered their years at the magical school. No way would Hermione's daughter ever be going anywhere near that shrieking shack, or similar basilisk come near little Lilly! What on earth were they thinking – sending their daughters to the school where they had both countlessly gotten into trouble and nearly lost their lives

"Mum, relax. We aren't you guys, besides, we are eleven; what trouble could we possibly get into?" Drea asked laughing. She and Lilly had been practicing that speech from the days when they were little, wondering what kind of reaction their mother's would give to it.

"Just avoid Trolls and teachers with a dark lord on their back of their head, dear." Hermione muttered, still remembering her first year. Certainly her parents never would have let her go had they known what could have possibly lain ahead at Hogwarts?

"What?"

"Oh, never mind. Girls, do you want to go shopping for your school supplies?" Ginny asked, elbowing Hermione in the rib, she seemed a little shaken, not that Ginny could blame her – first year for her had been pretty bad… Grant it, not as bad as her first year – but still, it was the best magic institution there was.

Every one readily agreed and quickly got ready to leave. In a matter of minutes Ginny, Lilly, Harry, Ron, Lavender (Ron's wife), Hannah and Savannah, Hermione, and Drea were on the streets in Diagon Alley. They had left all of the younger siblings at the house with poor Mrs. Weasily, who was more than happy to keep up with twelve children under the age of ten. George's children, Brad and Leah would be meeting them outside of Gringgotts, along with Charlie's girl, Victoire, the eldest of the group.

The day for young Drea and Lilly sped by, buying wands, robes, books, supplies, and even owls…well, Drea and Lilly were going to share an owl. Before she had even felt like she had blinked, Drea realized the entire day had passed, they had everything they needed for school, and in two weeks, they would be well on their way to school for the first time ever. Much to Ginny's annoyance, the girls wouldn't stop talking all through the night.

The next two weeks dragged slowly on for the girls, who were packed and ready to be leaving the day after their letters arrived. Now that the day of their departure was finally here, no one could believe it. Ginny and Hermione were seeing their eldest off to their first year of Hogwarts for the first time, and Hermione couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as her pride and joy was going to leave her for school.

"Which way?" A very unusually timid Drea asked her mother, feeling small in the large train station.

"Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. It's to your left, see, just a little past that Platform ten and Platform nine signs?"

"Mum," Andrea replied exasperatedly, "that's a brick wall, not a platform."

"Make sure no ones looking." Her mother whispered in her ear, ignoring the obvious fact that it was a wall. Hermione grabbed her daughter's cart with one hand, then her oldest daughter's hand with the other, and dragged her behind, running as fast as she could toward the wall.

"Mum!" She yelled, preparing for the impact, but it never came. Instead, one second she was by the wall the next she was standing in a crowded platform with another couple of hundred of people. Everyone rushing this way and that, hurrying to find someone or something they had left, saying hello to old companions as well as new ones, people hurrying to a find a seat– It was pure Chaos, and Drea loved every second of it.

"Oh, mum, I don't… I just don't believe this! I'm going to Hogwarts!" She turned and smiled at her mother, who grinned back down, the amount of awe and excitement that lit her daughter's eyes reminded Hermione once again how blessed she was to have such wonderful daughter.

"Oh, here, you'll want this for snacks." Hermione handed her several knuts which Andrea pocketed immediately, "And Baby, please, please at all cost avoid dangerous things."

"Mum, its school. How many dangerous things can there be?" She asked, giving her mother a smirk. Hermione smiled and shook her head.

"More than I'd care to know. At least don't go into the Forbidden Forest."

"I won't. I won't. Anyway, mum, look, there's Neville and Luna! And Mum, is that Professor Flitwick? He is short isn't the?" her grey eyes were darting everywhere, trying to take in as much of the sights as she could, her mind buzzing a million miles a minute, and her major A.D.D. moments proved it. Hermione just chuckled, amused.

After only a few moments of chatting with old professors (all of which were highly impressed by Hermione's recent accomplishment of not only finding, decoding, then publishing an extremely old, complicated spell scroll crafted by the most powerful of all Egyptian magicians, but also rewriting the fourth year spell book to contain most of these new spells.) and friends, students were rushed onto the train.

"Where's Lilly?" Asked Drea, who was now being rushed onto the train by her mother.

"She'll be here, don't worry. Anna and Hannah are already on the train, why not find them?"

"Mum, but I have to be with Lilly! Is she here?"

"She'll be on the train. I'm pretty sure her parents don't want to make a scene so are just staying out of sight. Now, hurry, or you'll miss it."

"But mum!"

"I love you darling, she'll be on there, don't worry. See, look, that's her over there!" Hermione pointed several feet down where Lilly was saying bye to her mother and a man wearing a baseball cap and jeans stood. He looked very muggle, trying to hide, no doubt.

"Ha, mum, is that Harry?" Hermione smiled and nodded, as an older man on the platform pointed at Harry whispering to a woman, who immediately looked up.

"Yeah, now go, you'll be late!"

"Bye mum!"

"Bye baby, love you! Be safe! Have fun!" Hermione yelled as her very excited daughter ran towards the small black haired girl. She watched as Drea waved good bye to Harry and Ginny, grabbed Lilly, and pulled her onto the train.

Hermione smiled broadly as Ginny walked over to her, which being in a very crowded place was not an easy feat.

"Gin, can you believe this? – hey, where's Harry?"

"No, they are so grown up! And he's over there, trying to duck out, but I think a couple people have spotted him." Ginny grinned, pointing back towards a herd of woman that had just accumulated. Hermione laughed and switched her attention to the train, the last bell whistled, steam starting to swirl from above the red steam engine.

"Well, you knew that every one would notice him. What with all of his recent… Oh, no." Ginny looked up to see a horrified Hermione. Eye's wide and her mouth covered by her hands, Hermione was staring pointedly at one of train doors, where all of the professors were getting on.

"Mione, what's wrong?" the red head asked, turning her head in the direction Hermione was staring. "Oh, no." She muttered, noticing the back of a very blond haired man climbing his way onto a train.

"He can't – can't be teacher! Oh, Merlin, Gin, he's a teacher!" Hermione gasped, looking horrified at her best friend.

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