The little girl snuggled closer to her mother as Harry joined them on the couch. Soon, it had changed into a bed, and the new-and very different-Golden Trio was asleep.

The next morning, Harry was looking at his wife and his daughter, and wondering how it all happened. It doesn't matter, it's about time the world gave you something,Hermione's voice broke into his thoughts.

I think the world more than made up for that when it gave me you, Harry replied lovingly, enjoying the blush that suffused her face. Lately, they'd only been talking to each other in their minds in the morning for three reasons. One, they didn't want to cheat in classes. Two, they were thinking about Christmas presents and didn't want to give it away. And finally-the most recent reason-they didn't want to become too used to it and leave Sarah out of conversations. Or at least, most conversations. There were some things they definitely weren't going to talk about in front of a child.

I love you, too, Hermione replied. No matter how many times Harry heard it, it always made him smile. Even without their bond, Hermione would have enjoyed the smile, but since she could also feel how happy it made him to hear her say those words, she liked saying them almost as much as hearing him say them.

Before Harry could reply, Sarah began to stir, causing a question to pop into his mind. He wanted to smack himself for not thinking to ask earlier, but right now his main concern was his daughter. My daughter, he thought with a smile. "Sarah?" He asked. "Are you okay?" Although he was pleased to have adopted her, worry was his prevalent emotion, and it was clear in his voice.

Sarah's eyes were still closed, but she had a smile on her face and nodded. Harry breathed a sigh of relief before asking the question-or, rather, questions-that had occurred to him earlier. "Sarah, I'm sorry for not asking earlier, but how old are you, and when is your birthday?"

Sarah opened her eyes and looked at her new father before hugging him and replying, "It's okay, Daddy." She didn't see the smile that lit his face at the use of the word, 'daddy,' and continued, "I'm five-and-a-half, and my birthday is April 19th."

Harry chuckled at the proud tone before giving an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Phew, we didn't miss it!"

"You missed my first five," the little girl disagreed. As Harry stammered and stuttered, the smile Sarah was unable to hide gave away that she was teasing, causing Hermione to laugh.

Realising he'd been played by a five-and-a-half-year-old, Harry exclaimed, "You little scamp!" And promptly started tickling her.

Between gales of laughter, Sarah managed to cry out, "No! Save me Mummy!"

Hermione, beaming at the lightheartedness as well as being called 'mummy' again-this time on purpose-promptly scooped up her daughter and hopped off the bed. "Keep away from her, you villain!" She said to Harry. Although she managed to keep from laughing, Sarah had no such ability, and the obvious fact that she was having fun ensured that Harry kept up the game for several hours.

Neither of the teenaged parents recalled that it was a Tuesday, or that they had classes, causing one greasy git and one blonde ferret to smile in anticipation.

"Both Potters missed my defense class, and I have been informed that they also missed Herbology," Snape said angrily to the Deputy Headmistress, barely able to hide his glee behind his occlumency shields. "I demand that they be punished."

McGonagall had already known they were going to miss classes, as Neville had informed her of the magical adoption. Normally, her sense of fair play would mean that she would punish her cubs, but this time they had a legitimate excuse. Snape demanding anything of her meant she automatically wanted to deny it, but she couldn't have been happier about it in this case. "You can demand all you'd like," she informed the petty defense professor. "However, since they have a legitimate reason for missing classes, your demands will go unfulfilled."

The momentarily crestfallen look made her day, but Snape quickly recovered, imperiously asking, "And what is that reason? As their professor, I have a right to know," he smirked before she could deny him.

"Normally," McGonagall said sharply, "I would tell you that it is personal and therefore none of your business. However, as this news will be all over Hogwarts within a few hours if it's not already, I have no problem informing you that it was to care for their daughter."

Snape gaped for a moment before again recovering. McGonagall was now seriously enjoying herself; in ten years, she'd barely been able to get a reaction out of him, and now two in ten minutes! It was Christmas early! Her mood quickly turned around when Snape sneered, "Please inform Mrs. Potter that there are potions to prevent anymore accidents while in school, and that glamour charms are not allowed in the halls or my classroom."

Barely refraining from slapping the arrogant tosser, she informed him brittlely, "She's adopted. Now leave," she demanded before banishing him through the suddenly open door. She knew she shouldn't have done it, but it was ever so satisfying.

Elsewhere in the castle, Neville was being informed by his girlfriend about the future. "At the moment," she told him, "Harry and Hermione are playing with their daughter. Unfortunately, Draco seems to remember the room, and is waiting outside the room to ambush them. Shall we go reverse it upon him?" She asked with a sweet smile.

Neville was no longer the shy, friendless, boy who avoided fights at all costs. At the news that his friends were in possible danger, his eyes lit with an inner fire, and he growled out, "Indeed," before marching towards the seventh floor. He missed the pleasurable shudder that passed through his girlfriend at his growl before she began to follow him.

On the seventh floor in a hidden alcove, Neville found a certain blond ferret staring at a point across from the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Draco was so focused on that spot that he never saw the stunner that him. Moments later, the door Draco had been watching opened, making Neville wonder if his girlfriend had timed it this way on purpose. Her next words seemed to confirm this.

"Hello, Harry, Hermione, Sarah. We're going to borrow the room with our guest here, if you don't mind."

"Feel free," Harry said while Hermione merely raised an eyebrow and Sarah stared. "It's not ours, after all. Have fun," he added as the trio headed off.

Neville levitated the unconscious Draco through the door, accidentally injuring the ponce on the way in. "So what are the plans, love?" He asked his girlfriend, not worried in the slightest that he had no idea; he trusted Luna.

He was questioning that at the feral grin on her face as she looked at the unconscious Malfoy. "We find out what he's planning," she answered. She quickly explained her idea until Neville had a grin that matched hers.

It was time to wake Draco.

"I thought we talked about this."

"I know, but the statistics just won't leave me alone," Dan Granger answered his wife.

"So what are the statistics?" She challenged him.

"I don't know off the top of my head!" He protested, running his hand through his hair. "I'm a dentist, not a psychologist. The little I know is that children who suffer abuse tend to abuse others in some kind of attempt to strike back."

"Harry's nothing like that," Emma pointed out again. "Even if he was, those two are bonded. From what Hermione told me, they can feel each other. What are the statistics of bonded domestic abuse?"

"I know, I know," Dan said agitatedly, understanding that his wife's question was rhetorical. "It doesn't stop me from worrying, though. The fact that they were married before even going on a date doesn't help, either."

"They're not actually married yet," Emma pointed out.

"They're not?" He sounded confused.

"You didn't know?" Emma asked, surprised. She had assumed that Harry had told her husband during one of their chats. Despite Dan's worries the two had become close during the summer.

"Know what?" He still sounded confused, but knowing that they weren't married seemed to have calmed him a little.

Emma shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Well...they're not actually married until they...consummate," she answered. "Which they haven't yet."

"They haven't?" He asked, a tinge of surprise in his voice, and a lot of relief. "Wait, then why are they located in married quarters?"

Emma rolled her eyes at her husband. "Two reasons: one, they still wanted to sleep together in the literal sense. And two, apparently the bond will encourage them to complete it."

"You're telling me my daughter is being pushed into sex?" Dan asked angrily.

Once more, Emma rolled her eyes at her husband. "She may be our daughter, but she's no longer a little girl. She's seventeen, and she admitted that she would have had sex already had Harry asked." She raised her hand to prevent her husband's possible explosion. "You can't even get mad at Harry, since in her last letter to me she confessed that she was trying to get Harry to take that extra step, but that he's been holding back. And since the only person Hermione plans on having sex with is her fiance, you can't get mad at her, either, since it's responsible. Besides, I thought you liked Harry."

"I like him better when I'm not thinking about the fact that he'll be having sex with our daughter," he grumbled, but conceded that his wife had a point. Really, it was a lose-lose situation. He didn't want his daughter to end up alone, but he didn't like the idea of her having sex, either. He sighed, thinking life probably couldn't get more complicated.

Unfortunately, Hedwig tapped on the window bearing a letter that would disprove that. After Emma finished reading the letter aloud, Dan put his head in his hands and groaned. I guess things can always get more complicated, he thought to himself ironically. When he finally sighed and looked up to his wife, he was surprised to see that she was smiling.

Seeing the quizzical look her husband was shooting her, Emma decided to share a few more things Hermione had told her. "You're upset because you're a grandparent already, right?" He nodded. "How would you feel if that grandchild was biological rather than adopted?" The look of horror on his face was answer enough, and Emma was unsure whether to laugh or frown so simply continued. "Hermione confessed that she was looking forward to having children." The look of horror changed to panic and Emma let him for minute. "I'm hoping that this will hold that off for a little longer." Emma cleared her throat to prevent herself from laughing at the comical look of relief on her husband's face. "Also, this may force Harry and Hermione to leave school, so we'll get to see more of our daughter."

Dan was cheered slightly, but he was getting a headache. His daughter was being magically pushed into sex, but would have had sex already anyway, but her boyfriend is holding out in a surprising role reversal of typical gender standards. At the same time, they had suffered through an attack on Hogsmeade, which lead to them adopting a little girl who, through magic, would look like her biological daughter, but wasn't. In fact, this might delay Hermione from having children, and may enable her parents to see her more. All Dan could think was that these thoughts might make more sense if he was drunk.

Draco woke up in a low-lit room. Standing slowly to get his bearings, the first thing he noticed was two cloaked figures. He also noticed that the room was circular and the sparse light come from torches. The final thing he noticed was the most worrying; his wand was missing.

Before he could say or do anything, the two figures spoke as one, letting Draco know that one was male and one was female. "What do you plan?"

"P-plan?" Draco stuttered out. "W-what do you mean?"

"You plan evil," they stated. "What do you plan?" They asked again, sounding impatient.

Draco had two terrors warring inside him. These two had done nothing to him yet, but they had taken him out without him knowing it inside Hogwarts, which was very unnerving. On the other hand, he had witnessed how the Dark Lord rewarded those who failed or betrayed him, and he had no wish to end up like the Longbottoms.

"WHAT DO YOU PLAN?" The two suddenly yelled, startling him from his thoughts.

Deciding nothing could be worse than the Dark Lord's favorite form of punishment, Draco said, "I plan nothing."

"Oh, good," the female purred. "Now I can have some fun."

Draco's eyes widened in horror, but before he could say anything, the male said, "I believe I called dibs on the Baby Death Muncher."

"I can share," the female purred.

Draco gulped audibly as his mouth went dry. Images of himself being tied up as a rusty knife slowly cut off each of his digits popped into his head. It didn't help that both figures had just drawn rusty knives and were now advancing upon him. He quickly made up his mind that being cut into pieces with a rusty knife was worse than the possibility of the Dark Lord finding out, and screamed, "The vanishing cabinets! There's one at Borgin and Burke's that connects to one in Hogwarts! I wanted the other Death Eater's to come and distract people while I killed Dumbledore!"

"Ambitious," the two said, ending their advance, but not putting the knives away. "Where is the vanishing cabinet?"

"In the Room of Requirement, at Hogwarts!"

"What is the requirement?"

"You need to ask for a place to hide things! Please don't kill me!" He pleaded.

The two figures didn't answer, but they did turn away and put their knives away. Since there were four doors, though, Draco was unsure if this was an exit or if it would let in some beast to tear him apart. He never found out, as he was hit with a stunner from behind and everything went black.

The two cloaked figures vanished as Neville cancelled the illusion and kissed his girlfriend. "Remind me never to break up with you," he said to her fervently.

Feigning ignorance, Luna asked, "Why is that?"

"Because you do one scary imitation of Bellatrix and your Terror Curse is not something I ever want to feel," he said fervently. Before she could respond, Neville managed to surprise the seer by continuing, "The fact that I don't really want to might play a major part, too."

Tears sprang to Luna's eyes, and the still-fragile girl hesitantly asked, "You love me?" When he nodded, she launched herself at him and snogged him senseless. When they momentarily broke for air, Luna said, "I love you, too," before she pounced on him again, forgetting all about Draco and the vanishing cabinet for the moment.

Neville found himself beaming at everyone for the rest of the week, and many noticed that he was often distracted.