Her Protector
Description: Worried about his daughter's safety within the prejudiced wizarding society, Sir Wendell Granger hesitantly appoints an esteemed, but mysterious teenage bodyguard. With pure-bloods constantly harassing, how will the pair accustom to Britain's premier education?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All the credit goes to JK Rowling who created this fascinating universe.
Prologue
Sometime in the future...
"Dad! Dad! Dad!"
A pair of intense, killing curse eyes snapped open, studying his surroundings with piercing scrutiny before focusing on the bubbly, bouncing figure of his daughter, Alexandra in front of him. The man relaxed and glanced sideways, a fond smile forming on his lips when he saw his beautiful wife Hermione, slowly awakening, cocooned in fluffy blankets. Reluctantly ungluing his eyes from her, he chuckled and placed a gentle kiss on his daughter's head, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the soft embrace of the three-year-old toddler.
"Dad, how did you and mom meet?" Alexandra babbled. She wrapped her little, pudgy arms around his neck. "I want to hear it; the story you always tell your friends."
"Harry."
His response was cut short by a lethargic groan. Hermione had leaned her body into him with what appeared to be a herculean effort, squinting at the father-child pair with bleary eyes. "You know," Hermione mumbled leisurely, "when I met your father," she slowly chuckled, "he was still a bodyguard, and my father had just hired him against my will. I was infuriated, but overtime we have gone from forced acquaintances to friends to best friends and finally to romantic partners."
Harry stroked his daughter's hickory-brown hair and wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist, pulling her close.
"Some things would never change," his younger self had said. He looked down to his family with a soft smile, entranced by the homey scene. In his opinion, he was never supposed to have a loving life; an honourable bodyguard would've never accepted his client's advances. But somehow, that caring, ingenious, fiery, young woman that he'd met in Hermione Granger had easily dismantled his decades of carefully placed emotional barriers and wormed her way into his stone-cold heart. "Things had changed so much," he reflected.
As his attention wandered, Harry thought about the choices- some by his own accord, many made by others- that had brought him here.
They had met in a somewhat unusual way—and they were fond of telling people about it
AN: Hey all! This story will be a short fanfic on Harry and Hermione. I got this idea from the great, but sadly discontinued fanfic: Deprived. Everyone should definitely check it out! In this story, Harry and Hermione are both 13 (separated by 1 month instead). Also, Harry is the Boy-who-lived, but "died" following the initial defeat of Voldemort. I'll have the second chapter out (hopefully) within a week.
Anyways, please favourite, follow, and review! Your support would be greatly appreciated and would motivate me to write more.
This short story was inspired by a school contest of mine.