NOTE: Ok let's go through this again. A) I am not J.K Rowling. B) I am not making any money from this. C) Any characters, places etc. that seem familiar are not mine. I am just borrowing them for this story.
A/N Hi, guess who! I have a NEW PEN NAME! QUEEN NOSILA! My best friend gave me that name. Ok, yay, it's a new chapter. As usual thank you to my adorable readers and my reviewers. OK back to Hermione's POV for now.
-Oh one more thing…someone was confused and thought that this was Amber's first year at Hogwarts. No it isn't. I am pretty sure that in one chapter it says 2 years later. I apologize if I forgot that line.
Chapter 8Broken Promises.
It's a week before Christmas and everything's going wrong.
I'm sitting on the couch with the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Lavender, Danny, Amber, Ginny, Harry and his fiancée, Emma all around me. The wedding has been cancelled, my dad is dead, Malfoy has another child and I'm about to tell my daughter something that she won't want to hear.
First of all, the wedding. In one day everything's gone wrong. There's a blizzard coming in the next few days and all of the plans are ruined because the ceremony was to be outside. Emma and Harry are extremely disappointed but know that it can't be helped. Weather magic is forbidden as it could affect nature in so many different ways and it is too late to organize the wedding in a church. Everything is on hold for another two months.
My dad. Shortly after Amber was born, my mum and dad moved to America because they had job opportunities. So they left and have been living in New York for more than ten years now. We have been contacting each other regularly, but haven't seen each other since they left. I just found out that my dad was stabbed. Apparently he worked back very late and had to come home by train in the early hours, then walk for a little bit. About 3 blocks from my parent's house he was found dead with several stab wounds. Who would do such a thing? I thought. My father is a generous, kind, respectable man and I can't see anyone wanting him dead. Amber is of course upset, but she had never met him.
Harry sits down with me and holds me. He doesn't say anything but I don't care. All I need right now is the people I love.
If all that isn't enough I've just found out that Draco has another child. He told me last night in a letter. She's Amber's age. Her name is Siobhan. It's a beautiful name and I can't believe that Draco didn't tell me about her. This will affect her a lot. Apparently she goes to Hogwarts as well.
"Amber?" Half the people in the room jump and the sound of somebody speaking. The room had been silent for over an hour. "Do you know a girl in your year whose name is Siobhan?" I ask.
"Um yes," she replies softly. "Why?"
"Oh no reason. Just a friend was talking about her. What's she like?"
"She's one of those people who thinks they own the world. Her mother's married to the Minister of Magic."
"It doesn't sound like you two get along very well." Crap. I was afraid of this. Please let them not hate each other, please…
"No we hate each other with passion. She's always being horrible. The thing I hate the most is the fact that she calls me Granger as if it's a dirty, horrible name. I mean she can't talk. What kinda name is 'Parkinson' anyway? Sounds strange."
Mrs. Weasley buts in. "Maybe we should all go for a walk."
"No I'll stay here." I whisper.
"Ok. Come along dear." She takes Amber's hand and takes her outside. Everyone else follows them, leaving me to think.
Pansy Parkinson and Draco have a child. That child is my daughter's half sister and they hate each other. Great, everything's getting better by the minute.
My dad's funeral is in 2 weeks. I'll be flying to America tomorrow to see mum. I won't be taking Amber. This is what will make her upset – I won't tell her who her father is until I get back. I need more than a night to explain things to her and we need to be able to talk afterwards. Hopefully she'll understand. I don't know when I'll be back though. Maybe in 3 weeks.
Later that day.
"WHAT? YOU PROMISED!"
"I know angel, but with what's happ-"
"I DON'T CARE! YOU PROMISED YOU'D TELL ME!"
Amber was taking this a lot worse than I thought she would. "Just calm down Amby. I'm sorry, but you know that things have come up."
"THEN WHY DON'T YOU JUST TELL ME NOW? GET IT OVER WITH. I HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW!"
"Yes you do, but I'm not telling you tonight." I walk upstairs to my room and as I did I said quietly, "God, I should just get Draco to tell her himself." But not quietly enough apparently.
Later that night Amber went out for a while and I find her diary on our desk. I know that I shouldn't read it but I can't help it.
Why can't mum just tell me? I've waited long enough. I know her dad died but at least she knew him. Mum could just put off telling me forever and I may never meet him. This afternoon I heard mum say something about Draco telling me himself and I am sure Draco is my dad. I've heard that name before but I can't remember where. It'll come to me soon. It would be a lot easier if mum just told me.
There's more but I can here Amber coming so I stop reading and make sure that everything is how it was before she left.
"Mum, I want to meet Draco," she says quietly.
"Sure angel." I say absently, "Wait who?"
"Mum I heard you say something about a Draco. He's my father, isn't he? Well I want to meet him. Soon."
"No, not yet! Things need to be sorted out first."
"What is there to sort out? You tell him I want to meet him then you take me to him. Easy!"
"No it's not that easy. Now can you just leave me alone? I need to get ready to leave tomorrow," I say this a little angrier than I mean to. Amber looks angry and storms off. After about three seconds I hear her bedroom door slam. I can't believe I have to leave a mess like this. But it can't be helped.
Three weeks later.
I'm at home sitting on my bed. The funeral was hell, as I knew it would be. Mum and I started crying an hour before the ceremony and didn't stop till we were asleep. It was good to see mum again but I wish it had been for a happier reason. The only good I got from the trip was talking to mum. I told her everything and she helped me work out the things that Amber has to know. Draco's coming over tonight for dinner to help me talk to her. I know that I used to say I would never let them meet, but fate has decided that they need to. She knows him already so I guess she should at least talk to him properly, away from school. Well, better go get ready.
I get dinner ready and Amber comes downstairs.
"Who's coming over?" she asks quietly. We haven't talked much since I left for America.
"You'll see." I smile and she half smiles back.
Briiiiiiing. That's the doorbell. "Stay here Amber," She sits obediently in a chair in the kitchen. I go to answer the door. Draco is standing there, (of course) in dark jeans and a dark jacket.
"Hi Draco."
"Hey. So does Amber know I'm coming?"
"She knows someone is coming, she just doesn't know who."
Draco laughs, "What a surprise it'll be when her Dark Arts teacher joins her for dinner."
I laugh too, "Come on in."
We walk into the kitchen. Amber gasps and drops a glass. It smashes on the tiles. "YOU! Professor Malfoy! Draco Malfoy, I knew I had heard that name somewhere. No, this isn't happening!" she turns to me, "Please no mum. Please tell me it's not him!"
"AMBER DON'T BE SO RUDE!"
She looks embarrassed, "I'm sorry, it's just a shock. I mean he is my teacher. So you're my dad huh?" she asks Draco.
"Looks like it."
"How long have you known? Have you known all year? Have you known my whole life?" She asks these questions to Draco. Then she looks at me. "And how many of your friends know mum? Does Ginny or Harry or Lavender? Have they been lying to me every time I ask them?"
She would have continued with the questions but Draco buts in. "Amber I only found out a little bit before Christmas. I didn't tell you in those few weeks that I did know because your mother wanted to tell you at the right time and I agreed."
I talk now, "And no, Harry, Ginny and Lavender did not know and they still don't."
Amber smiles and we all sit down for dinner. It goes smoothly until Draco goes to leave. Amber hugs Draco tightly and runs upstairs to bed.
"So what did you think?" I ask Draco.
"Loved it. She's so sweet. Now all I've got to do is tell Siobhan and I don't think she'll take it as well."
"Well I'll be there to help you. You helped here so I feel like I have to help you tell your daughter."
"Thanks, well I should go. Goodnight."
"Night," I shut the door behind Draco as he leaves and suddenly there is a screech from upstairs. I apparate upstairs and a few seconds later I here Draco join me.
"Amber!" I yell. "What's wrong?"
Amber is sitting on her bed crying. Her hands are covered in a yellowish green liquid. It smells a lot like petrol. Undiluted Bubotuber pus.
"What is this?" My daughter cries.
"Undiluted Bubotuber pus. What happened?" Then I notice an open envelope on her bed. "Who sent this!"
Amber continues to cry and her fingers begin to hurt more as sores appear. She says something that neither Draco nor me can understand.
"Who, Amber?" Draco looks like he's about to explode. It's amazing how quickly you can love someone.
"A girl at school. Siobhan Parkinson."
"What? I'll kill her!" Draco growls.
Suddenly, Amber stops crying. "Wait a minute. Siobhan. A while ago she said something," She jumps off her bed. "Siobhan is your daughter! Which makes her my half sister. WHY DIDN'T EITHER OF YOU MENTION THAT?"
I look at Draco. "Well, um we were thinking of talking to her first then to both of you together –"
"Well you should have told me!" She runs out the room and I follow her into the lounge. She grabs a handful of Floo powder and says something that I can't understand. She disappears in green flames.
"I think she said 'Hogwarts'" Draco says from behind me.
"Ok let's go." I pull him over to the fireplace and moments later we're at Hogwarts in Professor McGonagall's office. The professor is at her desk and seems surprised at our presence. "Draco, Hermione what are you doing here?"
"Please…Minerva…. have you…. seen Amber?" I cough. Soot doesn't taste that great.
Minerva looks surprised. "No, not since before Christmas. What's wrong?"
"Amber's missing."
Minerva jumps up, "Oh my. We must look for her. I'll get the staff and ghosts to search the castle. Have you checked Harry's or Ginny's houses?"
Draco answers her, "No not yet. We thought that she had come here using Floo powder. We'll go now." So we leave and go to Harry's. She isn't there. We go to Ginny's and she isn't there either.
"Where is she?" I start to cry. None of this would ever have happened if I had just told her everything when she was younger.
"It's not your fault," Draco says as if reading my mind.
"Yes it is. I should have just told everyone the truth. I mean this year has been horrible for her, she's wanted to know more than ever and I put it off for too long. The only good thing that's happened to her this year is Danny. Oh my God! I know where she is!"
I take Draco to The Burrow, which is where Danny's family live. We burst in through the door, not bothering to knock. Lavender is in a chair crying, while Molly Weasley tries to comfort her.
"Lavender, Molly have you seen Amber? What's wrong?" I ask really quickly.
Lavender jumps up. "It's your daughter!" She cries.
"Amber?"
"Yes! She was here fifteen minutes ago. She arrived in the fireplace crying, then ran upstairs to see Danny."
"So?" Draco and I say together. We're really desperate to find our daughter.
"We didn't think anything of it for a while. Then we went upstairs to see if everything was ok and…and…" Lavender doesn't finish her sentence. She just starts crying again then runs upstairs. Molly follows her. After a moment we apparate up after them.
"WHAT?" Draco and I yell together.
A/N: Hehehehe, suspense! Please review! I wanna know what you think is going to happen. I already planned it out and it was going to be in this chapter but I decided to leave you guys hanging! I'm so evil sometimes. ;)
Ok until next time…love you all and please review!
-Queen Nosila.
