Part One: The Return

Chapter one

It was a year before I got my letter to Hogwarts. I was 10 years old and it was summertime. As always, I was visiting my father's grave. I was just sitting there talking to an empty grave.

"Hey, daddy, I know you probably can't hear me or anything but I just want to talk to you. I get to go to Hogwarts next year, I'm so excited but Mum's kind of nervous about it like she usually is," I told the gravestone rolling my eyes.

I heard someone chuckle from behind.

"Hermione always frets," the person said nostalgically.

I turned around and my eyes widened in fright. Standing there in the flesh was my father. It couldn't be possible. My father was dead. It must be someone with polyjuice potion. I opened my mouth and screamed. I turned around and began running towards my house which wasn't far from the cemetary.

I burst into the front door; tears falling down my cheeks. I ran into the kitchen where my mother was sitting at the table drinking tea with Aunt Ginny. I flew into my mother's arms; sobbing.

"Love, what's wrong?" Hermione asked; worriedly.

"There was s-s-someone at the cemetary," I sobbed.

"Who was at the cemetary?" my mum asked me; lifting up my chin.

"H-he looked like dad," I cried and buried my face into the crook of my mother's arms.

"Ginny, go get Harry, now," my mother said in a tone I've never heard her use before.

I heard Aunt Ginny get up to leave and with a loud pop she was gone. My mother ran her fingers through my curly brown hair and down my back like she did when I was little.

"It's going to be okay, sweetheart," my mother whispered to me.

I cried myself to sleep in my mother's arms. I hadn't done that since I was very little.

HERMIONE'S POV

I was shaking as I put my daughter to bed. I sat down and rubbed my daughter's back as she slept. Was someone after my daughter? Was someone trying to kill her and if they were why would they choose someone to disquise themselves that was dead? So many questions ran through my head as I tried to figure something out. All I knew was that I had to keep my daughter safe.

She was so much like Sirius in so many ways. She liked to joke around and played pranks but she was also smart like me. I can't imagine when she's older how she would act around boys. Would she be like her father in that retrospect?

She has my hair but Sirius's eyes and his smile. She also had his laugh. I could feel the tears coming and I quickly wiped them away. I couldn't loose her. I just couldn't. Suddenly the door rang and I jumped. I looked down at Anastasia. She was still fast asleep. I pulled my wand out of my boot and walked out of the room.

I gripped the handle of the front door with my wand out before me. I thrust the door open and there he stood, in the flesh, was Sirius Black. Well, it was someone who looked like him. I pointed my wand in his face. His eyes went criss cross.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" I asked him.