A/U: Um, I was reading over my reviews and someone asked what age Harry was by this time, when he's teaching at Hogwarts, and he is 34. A simple matter of Reading the first chapter to see Ginny's age and then looking at chapter two to see how many years later it is... um, I suppose I'll stop ranting. But I want to apologize again, for leaving a huge gap between updates. I've had a horrible summer so far and I haven't even started on school yet! So, please forgive me for my laziness and please enjoy this fourth chapter!

Chapter Four: Daughter

I did not sleep well for the next few days. I continued to dream about angry Weasleys, with faces as red as their hair. And Ginny was always crying. It greatly disturbed me, and I'd wake up, hating myself. And it was worse to see all the Weasley children… At least two every day were in my classes! Questions had been buzzing in my head all week. Who was Lily? Why in the world would she want to get to know me? I'd walked out on the entire Weasley family, so why was I so special to her?

Finally the answers came to me one day, my second class with Lily on Thursday. I had been mulling over my questions all night and all day, and I wasn't getting any sleep at all. So I asked myself one more question, what about her father? Well, that's when it came to me. The answer to end all my confusion, yet it roused more feelings, more questions…

I was Lily's father.

Right away, I decided, I was going to contact Ginny. At the thought, my heart jumped. I tried to remember that night, and suddenly the idea of contacting Ginny wasn't so appealing anymore. But that night was the whole reason Lily was even alive, and that Ginny probably hated me… But I needed to know.

I needed to know if she still loved me because I certainly still loved her.

My eyes were all for Lily that day, and I wasn't really concentrating on our lesson. So, I assigned some pretty dull class work to the students, which they were all reluctant to do, and groaned when they had to put their wands away. I paced nervously about the room up and down the rows, pretending to casually patrol and monitor the students to make sure they were working, while really, I was thinking about what I was going to do. I had to see Ginny. I just had to see her. So what should I do? I sat at my desk, tense, and tried to think of something to write. My eyes rested and stayed on Lily, and I think she was very aware of that fact, because she was tense, too.

My mind was clouded with thoughts, which made it hard to concentrate on any one thing, and when the bell rang to dismiss the students, I hardly noticed. Lily lingered nervously, but not long, and when I did not look at her, she left, almost running out, to catch up with Erin. Tears were welling in my eyes and I was so grateful that this was my last class of the day.

After an hour or so, thinking hard about what I was going to do, I went to my quarters and started packing furiously. I had decided that I was going to go to the Burrow and start my search there for Ginny. But what would her parents say? How could I face them? I groaned out loud at the thought of their expressions. What a fool I was. A coward. But now was my moment to redeem myself, was it not?

There was a distant knock on the classroom door, and I went to let whoever in. Lily was standing there, looking very unsure.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"We didn't get to talk today…" she started. She looked close to tears; her green eyes avoided mine no matter what and they were shining, almost glowing with sadness. This touched me. And again words just spilled from my lips.

"I'm going to go see… your mother. I'll be back tomorrow…" She looked at me and fat tears rolled down her face. "I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, Lily. Go on to dinner or you'll be too late." She tore her gaze from mine, and looked at the floor.

"I want to go with you," she said rather boldly.

"Lily…"

"I want to see my mother!" she insisted, now looking at me. "Please. This is something for all three of us to be together for!"

I rested my hands on her shoulders. "Lily, I can't take you. Ginny… she'll be very angry with me. This is something only the two of us can work out, Lily." We both knew the truth, that I was her father, and that we couldn't say it out loud just yet, for it would change everything. "Lily, go to dinner. I'll be back before breakfast. I promise you."

She looked really put out and continued crying, but she obeyed and backed out of the room. "I'll see you tomorrow, then," she said.

"Breakfast," I said reassuringly. She wiped her eyes and rushed off. A great sigh came from me and then I closed the classroom door, locking it. I made my way to my office, where a fireplace, connected to the Floo network, was at. I took my things and threw some Floo powder in the fireplace, where green flames roared to life.

Now, where to go, I asked myself. I didn't know the name of Ginny's place, so I said the first place that came to my mind. "The Burrow!" I said, and in a whirl of color I was gone from Hogwarts. I stumbled into the family room of the Burrow, which was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

There was a scream and I saw Mrs. Weasley faint. I stood up and stared straight into the livid face of Ginny's father.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley," I said casually, giving my best smile. Before he could answer, Ginny's voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Mum? Dad, is everything alright…?" By now she had walked into the room, followed by Ron and a very pregnant Hermione.

A/N: I know this chapter is rushed, or at least I think it is, but I promise next chapter will be good I hope. I made most of this up as I wrote, but I suppose I have plans. Please review! Thank you! Also, this is dedicated to Dawn, whom I urge to review with her username… please!

Disclaimer: This is my story, and the Lily in the this story is not Lily from the DH epilogue, and this story is canon only up to HBP, and relates in no way to DH. So… I just want you all to understand that though I'm sure you do. –Janepotter22