I came up with this idea, and my friend Katie nearly slapped me because of the idea lol! My friend Emily on the other hand completely supported me and told me to post it! Hermione is a single mother! Here's chapter one of hopefully many!

Chapter One: Lilianna

Hermione held her child in her arms. "Hush, sweet, hush," she told the three year old. "It's all okay."

Hermione looked around. Her house was a mess. She wasn't ready for Harry, Ron, and Ginny to come over, but they would be along soon. She put Lilianna in her crib.

"Where is my wand?" Hermione asked herself as her daughter whined and fussed. "My, you're like your father," she said, looking into the girl's blue eyes, which quickly changed themselves to green. "You're one in a million. Neither I nor your father was a Metamorphmagus." She ruffled the child's hair. The girl returned her looks back to natural, bushy brown hair and icy blue eyes. The girl giggled, then started again with her fit.

"Hermione!" Harry's voice echoed through the small house.

Hermione scooped up her fussy daughter. "Harry James Potter! Do not use an Alohomora spell before entering a home." Hermione scolded. "Do I need to punish you by making you write 'I will not use the Alohomora spell to enter my best friend and goddaughter's home' with your own blood?"

Harry remembered the day Dolores Umbridge had made him do that, but with different words. "No, ma'am I've learned my lesson."

"Good Harry," Hermione said, laughing. "Where's Ron and Ginny, didn't they come with you?"

"Ginny got caught up at the Ministry. Ron is having a fight with Lavender, again."

"Again? They only made up from their last fight yesterday!"

"Don't worry, 'Mione. It'll be fine," Harry took his goddaughter from Hermione and Lilianna's hair turned black and her eyes looked like emeralds. "She's a genius Hermione, like you."

"Thank, you Harry," Hermione told him modestly.

"Hermione, you look mangled. Go take a shower."

"Okay, Harry, but if you feed her-"

"Don't give her nuts, she's allergic, I know Hermione. I'm not as reckless as you think. I've learned from Sirius," Harry told her. He cradled his delicate goddaughter carefully as Hermione left to freshen up.

Harry walked over and sat one Hermione's scarlet couch. Lilianna immediately pulled out of her fit and giggled as Harry let her pull his hair.

There was a pop and Ron appeared in the living room.

"You're lucky Hermione wasn't here or else she would have given you a scolding." Harry said, Lilianna clinging to his shirt.

"Harry," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

Ron took the girl from Harry; she stopped giggling but her looks did not change.

'Can you say 'Uncle Ron'?"

Lilianna stared blankly at him.

"Uncle Ron?"

Another blank stare.

"Uncle-"

Lilianna slapped Ron on the nose. "Harry!" She whined, then started crying.

"I think she wants you Harry," Ron said stupidly, handing Lilianna to the always preferable one. It was always 'Harry this…' or 'Harry that…'.

"Don't feel down, Ron. She just prefers me because she thinks I'm her father. I was there when she was born."

Lilianna patted Harry's nose. She changed her looks; her hair staying black, her eyes turning a black beetle color, and her nose growing a hookish shape.

"Snape? He's dead." Harry said, confused. Lilianna changed herself to look like Harry again.

"How did she know what Snape looked like?"

"Do you think that's her mystery father?"

"No, Snape died before she could have been conceived."

"Ron, for once in your life, you make sense. It scares me."

"I scared myself, too."

Lilianna got out of Harry's lap and picked up the Daily Prophet; Severus Snape was on the front cover.

"He on your mind," she told Harry-how had she known?

"Lilianna! That's a bad bad man!" Ron yelled.

"No he's not, Lili," Harry told her gently.

Hermione walked in with jeans and a white t-shirt on, drying her hair with a towel.

"Was she good?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, because she's an angel!" Harry scooped her up in his arms again. She settled herself just as Ginny Apparated in.

"Hello!" She said cheerfully.

"Hello, Ginny, Harry needs a daughter of his own! He's to attached to mine!"

Ginny laughed, scooping up her goddaughter, who's hair changed to red, but she preferred her green eyes to blue eyes. She giggled as Ginny bounced her on her lap.

"How is it she likes Ginny more than me?" Ron asked.

"Maybe it's because Ginny doesn't try to make her say stuff!" Harry told Ron. The four adults laughed. Hermione took her daughter from Ginny. Lilianna changed her looks back to natural form.

"Mummy, I hungry," Lilianna said.

"Harry, do you want to feed her?"

Harry jumped up at the opportunity. The toddler followed Harry into the kitchen, her eyes and hair changing colors and textures again.

"Who's her father, Hermione?" Ron asked.

"That is none of your business Ron!" Hermione yelled at him like she always did when he brought up the subject.

"It is my business, 'Mione!"

"How, Ronald?"

"Well, I uh…"

"You're lost for words aren't you? Look Ron, her father and I went our separate ways, we were engaged, then we had a fight and broke up!"

"Well, why isn't he at least trying to be a part of his child's life, Hermione? Why isn't he here trying to help you raise her? You tire yourself out all the time looking after her! The least he could do is watch her once in a while! He should be with you and Lilianna, even if you guys have broken up!"

Hermione looked to the floor. "Because he doesn't know. I haven't told him," she said sadly, lowly, and simply. She stood to make sure Harry wasn't feeding Lilianna junk or anything with nuts.

A/N: Tell me what you thought through a review please! I wanna know if I should continue or scrap this story…