Westchester, New York—

James Logan's point of view—

Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become. -Jonny weir

I was looking anywhere and everywhere but I couldn't find my daughter. I was getting worried about her. I know I've been distracted these past two weeks with Lily coming back into my life. I sometimes I wish I could go back in time and fix what I have done. But I can't. I keep singing the song stay in my head.

Soon Jean, whom I've been ignoring too, said Hermione was outside by the forest. I quickly apologized to Jean for ignoring her for Lily and ran to my room. I quickly grabbed my guitar and ran outside. I hadn't bothered to change my shirt. Hermione didn't care.

I soon see Hermione sitting near a tall green pine tree. She looked content. I really messed up with her. I had vowed to look after and take care of her all those years ago when the goblins asked the questions about the adoption. I even got a goddamn mirror like hers after the adoption in New York so we could talk whenever she wanted.

I walked to where I saw Hermione sitting. When I reach her I sat down. I looked at her right in the eyes. My ocean blue eyes filled with worry and sorrow. My short raven black hair ruffled and wind tossed. My large strong muscular arms all tense. I looked like I was about to pop out my claws at my next unsuspecting victim

Hermione's point of view—

I was sitting out side on the grass near the forest breathing in the fresh air when Dad walked out to me. He had his guitar in hand.

He sat down in front of me. He looked at me right in the eyes. His ocean blue eyes filled with worry and sorrow. His short raven black hair ruffled and wind tossed. His large strong muscular arms all tense. He looked like he was about to pop out his claws at his next unsuspecting victim. Dad was wearing a sleeveless shirt. He looked quite handsome.

"Hey Sweetheart. What's wrong?" He asks

"You seem distracted lately with Lily coming back into your life. Now I don't mind Harry. He's always doing stuff without us with him. I miss the times where you would find time for just me and Jean. Together or separate. It's now you're like a stranger to us. I want my Daddy back." I say

"I know. I'm sorry. I missed being with the both of you as well Mia." Dad said

Dad then hugged me.

"How about I fix the situation with this?" He asked moving his guitar in front of him

I nod my head Yes and smiled. His singing always made me feel better. He starts to sing 'Cinderella', my favorite song.

"She spins and she sways to whatever song plays. Without a care in the world. And I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders. It's been a long day and there's still work to do. She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you. There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited. And I need to practice my dancing. Oh please, Daddy, please!"

So I will dance with Cinderella. While she is here in my arms. 'Cause I know something the prince never knew. Oh I will dance with Cinderella. I don't want to miss even one song. 'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight. And she'll be gone

She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed. She wants to know if I approve of the dress. She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away. And I need to practice my dancing. Oh please, Daddy, please!"

So I will dance with Cinderella. While she is here in my arms. 'Cause I know something the prince never knew. Oh I will dance with Cinderella. I don't want to miss even one song. 'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight. And she'll be gone

She will be gone

But she came home today with a ring on her hand. Just glowing and telling us all they had planned. She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away. But I need to practice my dancing. Oh please, Daddy, please!"

So I will dance with Cinderella. While she is here in my arms. 'Cause I know something the prince never knew. Oh I will dance with Cinderella. I don't want to miss even one song. 'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight. And she'll be gone"

By the end of the song I was swaying and smiling widely. He starts another song. A lullaby more like it. He strummed the guitar softly. He loved singing and playing the guitar for me.

"Daddy?" I said as I stopped his playing

"Yes Mia?" He said

"I'm scared." I say

"About what?" He asks

"Molly, Ron and Ginny. They've been trying to get me and Harry's fortune and estates. They say that we owe them." I say

"Don't let them scare you baby girl. We will get them." Dad said

"I love you Daddy." I say as hugged the only father I knew tightly

Dad has been my hero since he adopted me when I was 15.

"I love you too." He said

Lily's point of view—

I've been here two weeks to get a feeling of being "alive" once again. It's been hard. I missed so much of my family's lives it hurts. Mentally more than physically. Sometimes it gives me a headache. I wish I had a pensive so I could see what had happened with their lives.

I walk outside to find out where my family had gone to. Jean said in passing that she saw James walk outside with his guitar. Once out there I see James playing his guitar to Lily-Anne's daughter Hermione. I hear the faint sound of the song 'Cinderella'. Lily-Anne had the song low on her radio on the way down here. To me it's funny that James's guitar has a piece of rope on it.

I watched them and tried to listen till someone walked up to me. I looked next to me to see a guy smiling. He the looked to me. I saw him always hanging around with Hermione. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. His eyes were lighter then James's and Hermione's ocean blue ones. More of a sky blue than anything.

"I'm Scott Summers." He said extending his hand to me

I shook his hand.

"I'm Lily and I'm not sure what my last name is anymore." I say

"You know you have a good kind hearted person for a husband." Scott said

"Why is that?" I ask

"When Hermione was fifteen she along with me and Jean, went to Harry's birthday up in Canada. And she had said she didn't have a father. So a couple of days later, James went to her home in Buffalo. I was in DC at the time. He asked Lily-Anne if he could blood adopt her. Lily-Anne let him. The adoption made some changes in Hermione. Her hair was darker, her eyes were a deeper blue, and when she spoke. There were hints of Canadian. When I got back the next day I noticed and asked what happened. She had told me. I was shocked to say the least. But she was still breathe taking. And apparently when news reach Britain, a woman named Molly Weasley got it in her head that she has to take everything that Harry and Hermione had." Scott explained

I was shocked beyond belief that my love did something like that. James did something so kind, so selfless for another that he could be a metaphorical saint.

"Really?" I ask

"James is the only father Hermione knew. Hermione's birth father either ran off or died two months before she was born." Scott said

I was utterly shocked. What father does that to their unborn child. If James did that when I was carrying Harry, he would wish he was dead or never born. I also would have made Remus bite him on the full moon. Whenever that was. From what Jean, Harry and the others said it was sometime in the mid to late 1830's. And I thought he was born in the mid to late '50's.

"Wow!" I said

"Want to know something else?" He asked

I nod my head yes. I really would like to learn what else my family had been up to with their lives.

"Since Harry and Hermione were the only magicals in our group of four and Canada not having the age restrictions, James taught them Aouror spells. James thought that if they knew the spells they would have a better chance at survival during the Wizarding war." Scott said as he looked me in the eyes

I knew Scott was hiding some information from me. I think he wants someone else to tell me what it is. I just hope it's not bad as I think it is.

I was about to say something till Remus and Sirius came up to us. It was amazing to see them again. They were my family more then Petunia.

Scott's point of view—

I was explaining somethings to Lily about the past. She seemed amazed about what James did for Hermione and Harry. I was afraid to tell her that Dumbledore thought James was dead and shipped Harry to the assholes named the Dursley's in surrey.

I also was on the fence on telling her what James did during Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts. See that year James put a spell on himself so he couldn't get recognized by people he didn't want too and became their new defense teacher and used the name Howlett instead of the hyphened name of Howlett-Potter or the name Potter. He told Dumbledore that he was an injured aouror from Alberta Canada. And by that time Jean was already here at the school.

Hermione had called me up on the mirror a couple of days later that year and told me everyone was asking if he was the Howlett that adopted her. Of course she told them yes he was. She told them he was the the best person she had ever met.

I then feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see what I thought to be Harry's godfather. It's a good thing that I looked at those pictures.

(Songs: Cinderella, Steven Curtis Chapman: Stay, Florida Georgia Line.)