Hermione Granger or Potter depending on who is looking at it, was staring outside her window of the manor that she shared with her husband and daughter. Hermione and Harry had been married twenty years and had had Lilly Jane Potter not long after. They'd been married a few months after the war had ended which was the demise of the greatest dark lord of all time.

Lily was to be starting her seventh and final year at Hogwarts at the end of the summer. Hermione found when Lily was in school, the house was very lonely, seeing as Lily was away and Harry never seemed to be home anymore. She wiped away silent tears as she looked at the boy coming from the manor adjacent to the end of their property. The boy was the son of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. It was then she heard foot steps coming down the stairs.

"Lily where are you going," Hermione asked keeping her back to her daughter.

"I was heading down to the lake-," but Lily was cut off by her mother.

"I know that you think Jamison is a good person, friend even…,"

"But you and dad think he is bad news, Yes mother I've heard it many times before…but he isn't mum I swear," protested Lily.

"Look there is thing you don't know about that family," Hermione said finally turning to look at her daughter that was the spitting image of herself but had Harry's brilliant green eyes.

"Mum I know more than you give me credit for, besides Jamison has good taste like his father," Lily said this knowing it would hit a cord deep down. She was right she knew more than her mother gave her credit for.

"Just please be careful will you," Hermione said turning away again.

"Will do," at those last words Lily was out the door and running to the lake where an awaiting Jamison set under a tree. Hermione followed her daughter with her gaze as she made her way to the lake; she smiled to herself as she watched Lily's face light up when she hugged the young man who was the spitting image of his father at that age. Oh how she wished things were different.

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"What took you so long," Jamison asked as he wrapped his arms around Lily.

"Talking to my mum," said Lily.

"Let me guess the usually 'I'm sure you think he's a wonderful person, friend even but there are things you just don't know'," Jamison said in a very girlish voice.

"Pretty much,"

"Does she know that you know," he asked talking his shoes off and rolling up the leg of his pants, he walked towards the water and motioned for her to follow.

"I said something today that I know struck a cord in her," Lilly said slipping her feet into the water a long side Jamison.

"And what was that," he asked wrapping an arm around her.

"Just that you have good taste like your father," Lily said, Jamison laughed at this releasing Lily from his arms.

"Your father is never going to approve of this I want you to know that," he said causing Lily to turn and look at him.

"My father no longer has control over me; besides he's never home enough to see what going on with his own family. I swear my mum cry's every night because he's not home and my Uncle Ron can only do so much," Lily said welling up with tears herself.

Jamison put both hands one her shoulders and pulled her close so that their foreheads were touching one another "I don't know what happen all those years ago and why things are the way they are, but I want you to know that I will always be here for you,"

"I know," smiling broadly Jamison bent down and softly pressed his lips to hers. They didn't know what happen to their parents all those years ago, but they knew that they weren't going to let that stand in the way of their future.