Yeah, there's this guy I know named "Tad". I always loved his name. My friend always says "Tadpole" "Making fun of him". I always say "Just a Tad". Haha.

Gandalf the Grey Eidelwiess: the reason why I put suck-up is because of the perfect picture she drew of the Manor. She's like a teacher's pet almost. But she's not doing it on purpose.

Flamegirl5500: well, Madeliene's not really her friend, she just smiles at her. I had originially wanted Arabella's best friend to be a girl named Madeliene, but I decided on Tad. But I still wanted Madeliene to be there, just not mean to her. It's just the beginning of like Gossip Girl: Preschool Years. Haha. And yeah, she is prettier/better than them.

Harrypottergirllllllll4life &Goose1998: that was the plan all along. Haha.

Here's ch. 2.

Chapter Two

Conference

Hermione's morning sickness only got worse, like last time, and Kit had to go to the store to get lots of cream cheese, bananas, and cans of chili. Arabella was so excited to find a friend in Tad Harrow. And he seemed to think so, too.

It was Sunday and Hermione and Arabella were making cookies today. A little bit of mother-daughter time. "Mummy?"

"Yeah, baby?" she answered as she was putting some of the dough onto a cookie sheet.

"Do you think we can make some cookies for Tad tomorrow? I think he would like that," she suggested stealing a bite of the cookie dough.

Hermione smiled. 'I think my three-year-old is head over heels in love with this boy,' she thought shaking her head smiling. 'Maybe not yet.' "Sure, that's sweet of you, Arabella." She kissed the top of her head. "After we make these cookies, do you want to go to the park with Mummy and Daddy?"

Arabella nodded beaming. She missed the park.

After the cookies were ready, they set them to cool and woke Harry from his midday nap. He had been up last night taking care of Hermione. Arabella didn't feel like riding her trike today, so she walked with her parents to the park. Upon arriving, she saw a face she had missed since Friday. It was Tad. He was on the jungle gym about to slide. He wasn't sure if he should yet, a little scared.

"Careful, Tad!" his mother called up to him. Arabella looked at her and saw her on a bench. She was in her late twenties, it seemed. She had his brown hair and his father, who was next to her had his eyes.

Arabella grinned at her friend. "Mummy! Daddy! That's Tad!" she pointed to the jungle gym. They looked and recognized him from that first day they met him. "Go see him!" they encouraged.

She smiled and ran to him as he went down on the slide. "Tad!"

He saw her and smiled. "Arabella!"

She hugged him and kissed his cheek.

"Ew!" he said and wiped it off, but laughed.

"Come on!" she took his hand and they ran off to the swings.

Harry and Hermione smiled laughing at them. A woman and a man approached them. "Hello, you must be Arabella's parents," the woman said holding out her hand.

Hermione shook it. "Hi, yes, I'm Hermione Potter and this is my husband, Harry." He shook Tad's father's hand.

The couple looked shocked. "H-Harry Potter? Arabella Potter is the daughter of Harry Potter?" Tad's father asked with widened eyes.

Harry nodded confused. 'Were they wizards?' he thought. He looked at his wife, who had a similar look on her face. "Are you-can you..." he looked around to see if anyone was looking. "...do magic?"

They nodded. "Yes, we're twenty-seven. We graduated from Hogwarts three years before you two went if the Daily Prophet is correct and you two are nineteen."

"Well, he is, I'll be nineteen this month," Hermione responded.

"Tad is always talking about Arabella. She's just the cutest little girl I've ever seen. I'm Pauline and this is Jack. We're the Harrows."

Hermione laughed. "Thank you, same with Tad. Don't tell him this, but Arabella made him some cookies for him tomorrow."

They continued to converse as the children played.

Tad and Arabella arrived at the swings. Arabella got on one and Tad went behind her and pushed her. Arabella was having the time of her life. She held onto the ropes and leaned her head back. She was flying, fully content and happy, like she always was.

"Are you haffing fun, Arabella?" he asked.

"Yes!" she called back as she went higher.

After they got tired of the swings, she got off and grabbed his hand again. Together, they went to the metal merry-go-round. Arabella hopped on and Tad grabbed a bar and spun it, running with it for a second, and then letting go. Arabella screamed and laughed as she went around and around and around. She'd see blurry images of her best friend laughing at her. After a few minutes, it slowed down and Arabella hopped off, dizzy. Tad laughed as she tried to stay upright.

"Dizzy, Arabella?" he laughed and she joined in.

He laughed even harder as she fell. But then he helped her up.

Arabella looked at her parents who were still talking to Tad's parents. "Come on, Tad, I want you to meet my parents!" She took his hand again and lead him to the Potters and the Harrows. "Mummy, Daddy, this is Tad Harrow, my best friend."

Harry and Hermione smiled at the little boy. "Hello, Tad, it's nice to meet you. We've heard so many wonderful things about you," Hermione said.

"It's nice to meet you, too," he said shyly.

"Hi, I'm Arabella!" Arabella said as Tad forgot to introduce her to his parents. He blushed when he realized this.

"Hello, Arabella, it's nice to meet you," Pauline Harrow said.

The Potters had found new friends and were going to set up a playdate for Arabella and Tad for the next weekend. They exchanged phone numbers, as the Harrows had to get a telephone since they lived among Muggles, and were going to call each other.

Tad loved the cookies Arabella made him. They were chocolate chip, his favorite. Tad Jonathan Harrow had never been so treated nicely before by anyone but his parents. He felt wanted by people his age for the first time in his life.

Although, the other boys were mean to him at school. But Arabella just told them to go away. Tad was a little embarrassed that a girl defended him, but was grateful that she did.

All three Potters Flooed to St. Mungo's Friday after the parents picked Arabella up from school. It was Hermione's check-up with Madame Pomfrey, who Flooed to her this time. She smiled when she saw her. "Hello, Mrs. Potter, how are you two doing?"

"We're doing excellent, Madame Pomfrey!" Hermione exclaimed chuckling rubbing her stomach.

"What do you think it's going to be this time?" she asked as she sat down.

"Hmm, I don't know. Can you find out now?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, just give me a moment."

Harry would have loved to stay, but Arabella couldn't stay. So, he took her outside the room and sat in the waiting area.

Twenty minutes later, Hermione came out rushing, but not too fast into his arms. He stood up and embraced her. "What? What is it?" he asked anxiously.

She whispered into his ear, "A boy."

He grinned and lifted her and twirled her around. When he set her down, he kissed her mouth. "That's awesome!" He looked at Arabella, who was smiling. "Heard that, princess? You're getting a baby brother!"

Arabella's smile broke into a full out grin and she ran into her Daddy's arms, who lifted her into the air and twirled her, making her laugh. He heard Hermione's giggle from next to him. He stopped twirling her and just held her in his right arm, with her arms around his neck. With his left arm, he gathered his wife into a hug and they had a family embrace.

Their new baby boy was on the way.

Hermione's nineteenth birthday came. Harry made her breakfast in bed, a meal that consisted of chili, chopped bananas and cream cheese. "Mmmmm..." she smiled as she woke up, smelling the aroma. He walked in and set the tray on her bedside table. He smiled when he saw her awake and got back into bed next to her. He kissed her mouth.

"Happy birthday, 'Mione," he said.

"Thank you." She sat up and before she could dig into her breakfast there was a knock on the door. They smiled, knowing exactly who it was. "Come in!" Hermione called. The door opened and Arabella stood there, smiling.

She looked at her parents and then jumped on the bed. "Happy birthday, Mummy!" She kissed her mother's cheek and hugged her.

"Thank you, baby girl!" She hugged her back.

"My present is sort of Daddy's. I came up with the idea. He just cooked it!" she said shyly.

"Well, it was very sweet of you, Arabella. Thank you." She kissed her head again and then grabbed her tray of food and began eating it.

After breakfast, Hermione took a shower. Her parents stopped by after she got dressed to tell her "happy birthday".

Hermione had one of the best birthdays, spending it with her parents, her husband, her daughter, and her unborn son. She couldn't have asked for a better birthday. Her day ended with her, Harry, and Arabella curled up on the couch, watching a movie. Hermione was snuggled into Harry's side with his arm around her. Arabella's head was in her lap. Hermione's arm around her body. She'd stroke her arm every now and then, soothing her into a deep sleep. After the movie, Harry got up and brought their daughter to bed. Then, he went back downstairs and he and Hermione talked until they were too tired and eventually went to bed.

Arabella was the star pupil at Godric's Hollow Preschool. It had been three months since the start of term and Mrs. Taylor could see her intelligence as a gift. The way she drew pictures would make Pablo Picasso impressed. Her quick answers. Reading eight year old level books. She wanted a parent-teacher conference with Arabella's parents to see if they knew about this. She rung them up to schedule a date.

The Potters had just gotten through with dinner and were still sitting at the table talking when the phone rang. Harry got up to answer it. "Hello?"

"Hi, yes, is this the Potter residence? This is Rebecca Taylor from Arabella's preschool," the voice on the other line said.

"Yes, ma'am, it is. Hello, Mrs. Taylor, how are you?" he asked politely.

Arabella's ears perked up at her teacher's name.

"I'm fine, thank you, I hope you and your wife are well."

"We are, thank you. Is there a problem with Arabella?" he asked curiously.

"Um...no. But I would really like a parent-teacher conference with you and your wife sometime soon after school, if you don't mind. Maybe, Monday at three-thirty, when school ends?"

"Um...sure. Yeah, that'll be perfect. I'll run it by with my wife," Harry agreed confused why she would need to talk to them. He looked at his wife and daughter at the table, who were looking at him, curiously.

"Okay, Mr. Potter, sorry to interrupt your evening."

"It was no problem, ma'am."

"Alright, then, Mr. Potter, I'll see you and your wife Monday at three-thirty. Have a good night."

"Thank you, you too. Goodnight." He hung up and went back to the table. "Was that Mrs. Taylor from the school?" Hermione asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, she said she wants a parent-teacher conference with the both of us tomorrow at three-thirty when we pick Arabella up. I don't know why, though." He looked at his daughter and playfully asked, "Did you get into trouble at school?"

Arabella giggled. "No, Daddy, of course not!"

They all laughed and Hermione went give Arabella a bath.

The next day at school Arabella and Tad were sitting on the jungle gym talking.

"Are you excited about your new baby brother?" Tad asked her. It seemed that the more he was around Arabella, the more his speech was improving.

The three-year-old nodded vigorously. "Yep! I'm going to love him so much! Do you have any brothers or sisters? I guess not since I didn't see them with you or your Mummy or Daddy at the park."

Tad shook his head. "No, just me. Mummy and Daddy are talking about having another baby though." He looked very curious now. "Where do you think babies come from, Arabella?"

Arabella thought about this, too. "I...I don't know. I read they come from storks, you know, large birds. Like in Dumbo!" Tad laughed agreeing.

Soon, the day ended and Harry and Hermione came to pick up Arabella and talk to Mrs. Taylor. They grabbed each of her hands and walked into the building, going to Mrs. Taylor's classroom.

She was erasing the board of their lesson from that day. Harry knocked on the door, getting her attention. She turned and smiled brightly. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Good to see you again."

"Good to see you, too, ma'am," they both said.

Mrs. Taylor looked at her young pupil. "Arabella, would you mind sitting outside in the hall while I talk to your parents?"

Arabella looked up at her parents for guidence. They looked back at her and nodded. She looked back at her teacher and nodded. "Sure, Mrs. Taylor," she said and left the room, closing the door.

"Please, have a seat," Mrs. Taylor pulled up two big chairs for them and put them in front of her desk. They sat in them and she sat in her chair. She folded her hands and looked at them. "Arabella is a bight little girl. One of the brightest I've seen ever. She...she's like a little Einstein, if you don't mind me saying. It's...very intriguing. Look, these are some of her pictures she drew in art." She gave them a pile of papers.

They took them and flipped through them smiling at their Manor, a picture of Crookshanks, a picture of Tad. Hermione grinned at their daughter's very detailed picture of her parents, with her small pregnant belly.

"These are amazing!" Harry said looking at a drawing of his parents' gravemarks.

"Yes, I believe the one of your home took her thirty minutes to complete. The assignment took an hour for the rest of the children. And theirs were stick figures and the like. This is...a prodigy's work," she said incredulously. "I'm not saying this is strange or unacceptable for this school, I'm saying she's an amazing child. I've seen her read an eight-year-old level book, without mistake or stumbling. Your child is incredible!" she could not stop complimenting her and cherishing. "Did any one of you give her an earlier education?"

"Well, when Arabella was about one or two, I decided to teach her the colors and numbers," Hermione explained. "And then the letters came, and writing a bit. She can write her name pretty good. She's a lefty."

"Yes, I noticed that, too. So, she developed early on?"

"Yes, but I didn't force her to develop early, she was ready to learn. She's sort of like a savant. I show her something once or twice or a few times and she does it better than me. It's incredible, like you said," Hermione said.

"And her intelligence...she knows things I've never heard of. Like, she told me that all polar bears were left-handed. And that the parachute was invented by Leonardo da Vinci. Apparently she reads these things in books."

"She gets that from her mother," Harry said smiling pointing to Hermione. They all chuckled.

"Is there a problem with her intelligence?" Hermione asked wondering what they were being accused of.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Potter! No! Of course not! There's no problem! I just wanted to know if you knew that your daughter was...incredible," she protested.

Hermione shook her head. "No, she's not incredible. She's extraordinary."

Mrs. Taylor nodded agreeing that "extraordinary" was the perfect word for it. "Yes, that is the word. I just wanted to know if you knew what she was capable of." She sighed and said, "She's also taken an interest in Tad Harrow." They smiled at the mention of the cute little boy's name. "Tad is a very shy boy. But ever since he met Arabella, I think, she's got him to come out of his shell a little. I also see a little bit that the other students are not very fond of the two of them, but they don't really let it bother them, unless it's to defend the other. One of the other boys called Tad 'Tadpole' and Arabella stuck up for him. She's a little fireball, that one is. She's very brave and sticks up for her friends." Hermione looked at Harry, thinking to herself, 'I know where she gets it from.'

"She's never had a friend before and we've raised her to be nice to everyone. And I guess Tad just struck her fancy," Hermione said looking back at Mrs. Taylor.

"Well, I just want to say whatever you are doing, keep doing it. I can see she adores the both of you. Now, I've taken up too much of your time. Thank you for stopping by," she said standing up. The Potters followed suit, holding out their hands to shake.

"Thank you, Mrs. Taylor. We'll see you tomorrow maybe." They opened the door and saw a cute sight.

Arabella was sitting on the wooden bench. Her short, little legs didn't reach the floor, so she was swinging them back and forth, rocking a bit. She looked up at her parents as they came out. She looked nervous. "A-am I in trouble?"

Hermione knelt down to her daughter and took her face in her hands. "No, sweetie, no." Arabella smiled. "You're not." She kissed her forehead. "Come on, let's go home."

With Harry, the three of them walked outside of the building to their SUV, driving home in silence.

Arabella loved talking to her baby brother in her Mummy's stomach. In the mornings on the weekends, she would crawl up in her parents' bed and lay a tiny hand on her mother's slight bulge on her tummy, lighlty rubbing her baby brother. "Hi, baby brother, it's Arabella. I will love you so much!" and she would kiss her stomach. "You're going to love our parents. They'll take good care of you and love you so much. Mummy will teach you to read and Daddy will teach you to ride a broomstick. And I'll teach you to play the piano!"

Harry and Hermione thought this was very cute. Their little girl was quite taken with her unborn baby brother.

The two parents-to-be-again were talking about possible names for him. Hermione said, "Well, while you were gone for the war, I had a fantasy about us and Arabella. We had two more children. A boy came next and then a girl. The boy's name was Jacob James."

"After our fathers," Harry grinned. "I think your Dad would be proud."

"But, do you like it?" she asked.

He shook his head. "No, I love it. Jacob James," he put his hand on her stomach. "Jacob..."

Arabella listened in on her parents from the hallway. 'Jacob...baby brother Jacob James.' She smiled and then crawled into bed, grabbing Peter, closing her eyes, and falling asleep; dreaming her little brother Jacob James being added into the sunflower and wheat field.

Her perfect world.

TBC...

Well, there's ch. 2. Sorry about the wait. And sorry I know its short. Finally the weekend! Whoo! Party! Haha. It was short. I know. So, Tad is a wizard. And they found a name for the baby: Jacob James. Yay!

Next chapter: a dinner with the Harrows at Potter Manor

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