Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter or anything except Tulip.. shes mine!! And Eagle Key School but we'll get to that later. this is all mutated from the wonderful works of J.K Rowling ..... i dont own anything.. :(
This is my first ever Harry Potter Story..I just got the inspiration and i had to type so its now 02:31 am and i just had to post it! if you find things that dont make sense please tell me so i can correct them! AND PLEASE REVIEW! I never get reviews :( i think people are trying to say something with that....
The nearly 4 Year-old Tulip solemnly gazed at the fibres in the carpet on the floor whilst playing with her father's black fluffy hair. She could hear him muttering things about this 'Draco' fellow; He often did this during his sleep, Tulip always sat there in the mornings listening. He never mentioned this man whilst he was awake, this always made Tulip ponder who this 'Draco' could be...
Tulip was the world renowned daughter of The-Boy-Who-Lived, (even though Voldermort had been defeated nigh on 5 years now the name had stuck like chewing gum to the bottom of a shoe,) and everyone wanted to know of her mother.
She often asked Daddy what her mummy looked like and Harry tried to explain too as much extent to the young girl that she was special.
"How am I special Daddy?" asked the girl, childish innocence radiating in her eyes.
"Well my little flower...You don't have a mummy...you have two daddies!" replied Harry Potter, the current defence against the dark arts teacher at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Tulip loved Hogwarts. She didn't know how to use any magic and she couldn't yet see over the top of the tables in The Grand Hall without a high chair, but this place was home and always full of life. She spent most her days poking around different parts of the school, getting into mischief.
Harry was sure that the two Weasley twins weren't even as bad as her!
Her most favourite place was with Professor Snape even though everyone thought he was a weird creepy man, she saw through his facade and enjoyed just sitting and watching him be mean to the older kids that had done things wrong or were just plain annoying.
Many heard her rather evil sounding cackles as her and her best friend Peeves planned attacks on first years and nasty evil pranks on big old 7th years.
Nobody could deny that she was a Malfoy through 'n through with her piercing steel eyes with flecks of a deep green and curly manic ice blonde hair. She had the attitude and jealousy problems down to a T and she was especially good at slinking along dark corridors.
She felt her father stirring and she quickly scampered off back to her turret room which had been charmed onto the side of the castle just for her.
In her room were assortments of greens reds gold's and silvers all splashed haphazardly in the small cylindrical room.
"Tulip?" came the low melody of Harry's voice.
Tulip jumped from her bed and ran down the spindly spiral staircase to the common room slash office. She took a leap off the bottom step, straight into her dads waiting arms.
"Tulip Dracoanna Alexsius Malfoy-Potter! What have I told about running down that staircase!" playfully scolded the tousled haired man.
"I shouldn't do it because I'll fall again and it will hurt." Said the young girl in a bored tone.
"Exactly, now let's eat!" said Harry as they swept out of the door and onto one-eye witch passage.
"Morning Potters" said Snape in the usual monotone voice.
"Morning Severus!!" came the giddy reply of the giggling girl in Harry's arms. They had reached The Great Hall and were currently walking towards the teachers table.
Harry caught the eye of Albus Dumbledore, who beckoned to him.
"I'll be right back 'kay Tu?" he said to the small girl after placing her in her high chair.
"Sure Daddy!" Came the bright reply from the girl, who didn't even know what was just said to her as she was having too much fun discreetly flinging egg at this bitchy 'dunderhead'7th year, as Mr. Snapey-Snape likes to put it, she hated that girl cause she liked her daddy too much and Tulip-other big fancy names-Malfoy-potter doesn't like sharing with bitchy dunderheads that are ugly.
She had been told many times that she was not allowed to say mean words, but she liked mean words and daddy never said she couldn't think them.
When Harry returned to the seat beside his daughter he was nervous. Albus had told him that he was needed in the Far East to help with the revenge seeking death-eater problem that they were having.
See even though 5 years had passed, some death eaters that escaped to foreign countries were now seeking revenge for the killing of their master. Harry realised that this problem must be worse than they feared else he would not have been asked...Well told, that he was to leave for the Sahara desert to help round up these vagabonds that had made hide-out there.
Harry stole a glance at his beautiful young daughter and couldn't help but pick out the Malfoy features. Her eyes, her hair, (well excluding its ability to be untameable that was all Potter genes!) the slight little upturn at the end of her nose, her attitude. Just as he thought this he saw his beautiful little girl load her spoon up with mushy eggs and fling them at Sue Picksly, a flirtatious 7th year Hufflepuff that didn't get the fact that Harry had a child, was too old for her and that he didn't like beings of the female kind. He decided against telling off the young girl and instead congratulated her for having such a steady aim after she timed the flight perfectly, thus getting poor Sue straight in the face.
The young girl was so blatantly Slytherin and he knew that if she and Draco were ever to meet then there would be no denying her heritage.
Tulip was a popular with everyone he knew. After being given the Marauders map by Harry she turned into quite the explorer. She had been down every secret passage, been to 59% of the vast rooms at Hogwarts, she had even been down to The Chamber of Secrets to see the skeleton of the great basilisk snake that her dad killed when rescuing Aunt Ginny from Voldemort. Tulip had inherited the ability to speak Parsletongue form Harry and found much enjoyment in the summer months to sit out on the Quidditch pitch and converse with various grass snakes that liked to visit her.
The forbidden forest also held many of her companions. Hagrid was very fond of the small girl and often took her to visit the creatures that lurked in the undergrowth, her favourite was Fluffy the three headed dog. As soon as she saw the dog she ran up and scratched its belly without a fear, even though that dog could easily squish the little girl with the very tip of its claw.
Harry though did think of her safety and had given her an unbreakable bracelet to wear. He had cast many charms on it to give him various alarms and had attached many strong wards to it so that no harm would befall his precious daughter. This bracelet also held the essence of his magic, so if he wasn't there Tulip would still feel safe and secure and she would never feel alone.
He sighed at the thought of having to leave her even if this thing was over in a week, not that it would be. Harry's life never could be just simple, plain or boring. No, it just constantly threw him curveballs.
After hugging her daddy goodbye for the day, Tulip set off for the owlery. She liked it there and she always snuck treats from breakfast for Hedwig and her own baby owl Skillet. She didn't know what a skillet was but found it a funny word when she heard Winky the house-elf say it one day, whilst enjoying a snack in the kitchens. Tulip loved house-elves too, they were her height and never ever ignored her, they brought her nice treats and she was grateful to them and sometimes tried to help them as much as she could.
Harry returned to his chambers and realised he had a free first lesson. After pondering what to do he reached up and grabbed the photo album of the top shelf of the book case.
Harry poured over photos of him and Draco hugging, kissing, talking on the grounds, playing Quidditch, and walking to and from places. Many of these photos Harry didn't realise at the time were being taken. He wished that they weren't, as that was one of the reasons Draco couldn't take it any longer, but at the same time was thankful for as now he could look back over the times he shared with his now ex-boyfriend.
"Aww shit!!" exclaimed Harry when he glanced at the clock. He flung himself out of his bedroom and into the common room before taking a sharp left and running down the staircase connecting his living quarters to the corridor outside his classroom.
He burst into the classroom, muttering sorry for being late, and began teaching them all about gnomes. Harry often retold stories of summer days spent at the burrow flinging the little buggers out of random objects such as wellies and watering cans.
Many students asked how they were dark and Harry replied
"Oh they aren't dark there just nasty little blighters!" usually chuckling at the end.
Tulip had spent enough time in owlery and decided she wanted to go to Honeydukes and see what new sweets they had got in, but for that she needed to put on her cloak and get some money from her piggy bank.
As she walked into her Dads room she noticed that the big blue shiny book was open on the table. She had never seen the big blue shiny book off its shelf before and she wondered why it was just left there.
She tottered over to the chair and hauled herself up. The book had no writing but was filled with little moving pictures of her dad, but younger, with a pointy faced blond haired man. As she flickered through the pages she watched as her dad and this man walked hand in hand through familiar corridors, played on familiar Quidditch pitches, dressed in familiar robes of different house colours. As she looked at this other man she recognised features, not from her dreams, but from her own face. They shared the same eyes and nose; she definitely had his icy hair colour. She wondered if there was anything else similar about them.
Harry returned to his room to find his daughter pouring over the photo album. He felt a twinge of anger and then one of sorrow and guilt.
Tulip looked around and saw her father standing in the doorway. She felt scared that she was going to be scolded for trespassing but all Harry did was come in and scoop her up in his arms. She loved it when she was cuddled in her dad's arms. She felt him there with her throughout the day but when he really was there she felt the love that he radiated for her.
She awoke to someone prodding her side. Winky stood there with her large brown eyes and tomato nose,
"It's time for dinner Miss Tulip" said the dutiful little house-elf.
"Thanks Winky" said the girl who realised she was tucked up in bed. With a bang Winky was gone and Tulip leapt out of her bed to go and get some food.
She trundled through the hoards of large children on a quest for the doors of The Great Hall. After a year of walking to dinner, Tulip was used to just going with the flow as all of them were going to the same place anyway.
At the doors she broke off from the wave of young adults and teetered over to her high chair. As soon as she sat down a large stew appeared in front of her, complete with dumplings and buttered bread. Her little mouth watered at the sight.
She scarpered down the meal as if she hadn't eaten in years and was feeling like a whale after eating so much. She looked to her left and saw Harry sitting in the same position as her; he was also extremely full and very satisfied with his evening meal.
Harry had thought about when he would have to leave and had asked Snape if he could watch over Tulip whilst he was gone. Snape agreed so vehemently that Harry felt extremely happy to leave knowing that Snape would never hurt Tulip and would handle her like a wafer thin bit of ice.
After refusing pudding on account of their bursting stomachs the Potters retired to their room.
Harry decided that t was now or never.
"Tulip, you know Mr. Dumbles had to speak with me this morning...?" questioned Harry with a shaky voice.
"Yes, I used my time wisely!" beamed the child, thinking about how Picksly squealed when that egg pelted her face. Ahh best part of the day she agreed in her mind.
"Well, he had to tell me some news...I'm going to be leaving for a while to do some important business..." Harry glanced at her, trying to gauge her reaction.
"I have to leave Hogwarts!" cried the child in desperation.
"No." Said Harry, shaking his head, "You will stay here with Mr. Snapey-Snape."
"But you won't be here." Sniffled the little girl. Harry gathered her in his arms and rocked her gently.
"No but I'll be with you like I always am... and I can charm Mrs. Singe to hold some of my happy memories and cuddles!" persuading the girl in his arms, "does that sound okay?"
He felt her nod against his tummy, all he did was huddle her closer into him.
After she fell asleep in his arms he picked up Mrs. Singe, a green stuffed dragon toy that periodically spouted flames, and used her as a sort of pensieve to hold lots of memories of Harry cuddling Tulip and kissing her forehead, things that she liked to do. Harry had woken up a few times to her playing with his hair in a soothing way and decided she must do it every morning as his hair was constantly twisted and uncontrollable.
He heard the fire start roaring and walked over just to see Ron's face appear. He time spent in the sun had tanned him and the harsh physical exercise had thinned his chubby cheeks.
"Hey Harry mate!" Came the call of Ron's cheerful demeanour.
"Hi Ron" was the monotonous reply of Harry.
"Look Harry, mate, we didn't want to have to bring you out here but we've held it off as long as we could but we are in desperate need of your assistance! Nobody has the same power as you, especially since Tu was born!"
"I know Ron, I know! But I still don't like it!"
"None of us wanted this Harry! I wish it would all just end but 'tis the way of the world my friend." Ron sighed "I've got to go but I will see you soon. Give my love to Tulip please." In the background came a muffled shout, "And 'Mione's too."
"Will do Ron" Harry saluted his friend before turning and going to bed.