Hiya guys, thanks for reading my first story, here is the second one starting in third year! Thank you for sticking with me, I couldn't ask for better readers. You have really helped my self-esteem, and I promise you that this story with be amazing, just for you guys. BTW THIS FIRST CHAPER IS JUST TO CATCH UP WITH WHAT HAPPENED!

Kisses, your author

Dominique Weasley (One year ago)

Dominique Weasley walked off the train of Hogwarts, her final year complete, feeling pretty good about herself. She had completely started over for her last year at Hogwarts, after earning her Head girl title and becoming the smartest girl in her grade, Dominique had cut off her hair to shoulder length, which looked amazing, and gotten some special contacts so she dost need her glasses anymore to symbolize her new self. However, there was still one fault to her new self- she couldn't fall out of love.

She had successfully avoided Teddy for a whole year- burning his letters which he sent daily, ignoring all the howlers, and even making sure she was 'sick' every time he came to the shell cottage for a visit during the summer. As proud of herself as she was, she still couldn't get over him. It was like she was running from something that she can never escape.

But it didn't matter. Eventually, she would get over him. Dominique had decided to become an infant healer at St. Margo's, which means she would be helping the new born babies. She had already had her first interview in one month. Dom couldn't believe how fast her life was moving. However, a part of her was dead. Her heart had stopped completely.

It was still beating of course, but it might as well be dead. It was like Dom couldn't feel anything. Her laugh was empty. Her stare was blank. She couldn't even conger a protronus anymore. Dom sighed.

Dom searched for her family in the crowd, her excitement growing. She was dying to see her sister. She hasn't heard from her since her graduation day a week ago. No letters, no visits, no nothing. Finally she spotted Victoire in the crowd, her silver hair blowing in the wind. Dom smiled at her, but she ignored her, and started to walk away. Confused, Dom followed her.

"Vic, stop!" Dom yelled through the crowd, but it was no use. The crowd covered her voice. She pushed through the crowd harder and harder, until finally the two of them were alone in the parking lot.

"Vic, what's wrong?" She asked, but suddenly Victoire wasn't there. She was replaced by a very tall, very handsome Teddy Lupin. Immediately, Dominique turned around and started to walk away.

"Don't walk away, Dom, we need to talk, and you know it," Teddy said, and Dominique stopped in her tracks. How she had missed hearing his voice…

But it wasn't enough.

"No, I don't know it," Dom said, her anger rising, "I don't know anything anymore."

"Why haven't you answered my letters? I wrote you every day. Every day for a year," he said. And Dominique finally turned around to face him.

He looked… different. He was the same person, with his light brown hair and wearing his blue t-shirt. But he wasn't the same. She could tell by the circles under his eyes and the tired look of his body, the way he looked at her, and the way he talked.

"I don't want your rejection or your pity." She stated simply, her eyes daring for him to challenge her.

"Pity," he breathed, "Rejection."

"Exactly," she said, a little bit unsure. She bit her lip. Something was wrong. "Are you okay?"

"No. No I'm not. Rejection? You honestly think I would reject you in those letters? I was saying the same thing over and over again, but they we never rejection letters."

Dominique was confused. If they weren't rejection letters then…? No. She couldn't get her hopes up.

"What else would they be? Are you saying that you would actually like me-?"

"Yes!" he said, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Wait. No, not like."

"Then what?" Dominique asked, more confused than ever.

"Dominique Weasley," he said, coming closer to her, her heart beating faster with every step, "I love you."

That's when Dom snapped. Her anger exploded out of her. She was screaming- asking why he didn't say this in the first place, how he could make her look like such an idiotic. She blamed him for everything- her lack of boyfriends, her fear of rejection, for making her fall in love with him. People were stopping to stare at them, but Dom didn't care. It was only after she was half-way through her rant done Dom realized Teddy was on one knee. Dominique stopped in her tracks.

"I'm an idiotic, selfish, obnoxious man," He said, a smile growing on his face as Teddy pulled out a silver box. Dominique covered her mouth in shock.

"But I promise I can make you happy. And I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you, if you let me do it, right by your side."

He opened the box, reviling a beautiful diamond ring. "Till the day I die."

Dominique could fell tears rolling down her cheeks. Her whole body was shaking out of control, confused if it should slap him right across the face, or jump into his arms.

"Dom," he asked quietly, standing off of his knee and moving in so close to her that their hands were touching. "Will you marry me?"

Dom could feel the blood pumping in her ears. Her voice was gone. She couldn't move. The only thing she could feel was her heart beating so fast it was threatening to explode.

"Yes," she whispered.

Harry Potter

Nine months. Nine months had passed since Ginny had told Harry that she was pregnant, which they had found out was a girl. They had told the children as calmly as they could, which of course ended in disaster. Lily was insisting she name the child, since she was last born and smartest of the family, and James was saying they could have asked him before they had gotten pregnant again, which Ginny had a good laugh over.

"Lily, we already have a name," Ginny had said to a very upset Lily, "And no, we are not changing it."

That day seemed like it was just yesterday, but here they were now in St. Margo's, with his children, Ron, and a very pregnant Hermione, alone with Hugo and Rose, of course. The eight of them waited outside the room, waiting for the doctors to say it was okay to come in. Harry felt sick. He had done this three times before, sure, but for some reason this felt different. It was like they were newlyweds again, having their first child.

Finally the doctor said it was okay for them to come in. Harry burst through the door to his wife. He looked at her, a new baby girl in her hands. She had a tuff of black hair on her head and curious big brown eyes. Harry looked at her with a sweet smile.

"She looks like her," he said sadly, "her death was so sudden."

"I know," Ginny said, her voice just as sad, "But she was old. She died happy."

"And unforgotten," harry said, kissing his new baby on her forehead, "Welcome to this world, Minerva Arianna Potter."

Harry Potter (Six Months Later)

Harry Potter looked down at his daughter in her crib, the warm air seeping in through the windows.

A lot has happened since the day that Minerva was born. Hermione and Ron had there last child, a beautiful girl named Alice Weasley, after Neville's mother. After he found out what they had done, Neville was almost in tears.

Little Alice was the only one that had Hermione's hair, and she was thankful for that. While she was pregnant she had said she was going to have to die Alice's hair if it was red like the others, but Ron just blew this statement off saying that it was just 'hormones,' which resulted in him sleeping on the couch for a whole week.

Soon all his kids would be starting Hogwarts and then it would be just him, Ginny, and Minerva, or Minnie as James likes to call her. Harry thought about the names they had chosen for her. She was born only months after his professor had died, thankfully in her sleep. Harry wouldn't have wanted it to be painful. Arianna, on the other hand, was Dumbledore's sister. Ginny had come up with that one. She had always wanted to thank that woman in the portrait that has helped so many people seek refuge inside of Hogwarts during the time of the war.

But the war was over. And all was well for now. Everything just seemed perfect. However, something about his life being perfect seemed strange. Harry's life had been anything but perfect for so many painful years. Harry's hand immediately went up to his scar.

Then Minerva wrapped her small fingered around his, and he forgot everything. Life was perfect.

For now.