Disclaimer: In case you haven't noticed by now, I'm Not J.K. Rowling so I don't own the original Harry Potter characters. I do own the plot, and any other characters you know weren't in the book. I wish that I was as talented as Ms. Rowling but seeing as I am not I'll just write a fanfic to help us struggling Harry Freaks (I mean this in the best way, it's an inside joke sorry if you take offense.) until the next book!!!

A/N: This story is a separate story, but it does have flashbacks to another story of mine called Harry Potter and The Betrayal. If you haven't read it that's okay, if you have then this takes place about 15 years later. If you know anything about my previous fics, then you know that I am a hopeless romantic, so even though this story may be about the children on the surface, they are just a top layer to the undercurrent. I am really discouraged at this moment because I know people are reading my story but they aren't reviewing... I wish you would because it helps me to figure out if the direction I am going works or not, and I don't want to have to say I need so many review to add another part, so please don't make me. Also I know that my grammar and spelling isn't the best, I don't mind flames just not about that. Flames about the story's plot are welcomed as are REVIEWS...

"I thought it was funny

When you missed the train

When I rang you at home

they said you left yesterday

I thought it was strange..." Isobel by Dido (armstrong)

Harry Potter and the Return of A Stranger

Chapter 2: King's Cross

As Adia walked up the stairs she could feel that fog. It was almost like it was suddenly lifting. She remebered her mum braiding her hair that day, so they could go, where???? She got to her room that she was sharing with Silke. Lydia had set her books all over her bed and put her robes in her trunk. Jewel was in her cage sleeping with her head in her wing. All she wanted to do was lie down and think things through. She started carring her books to her trunk and suddenly felt herself falling to the ground. Her books flew across the room.

"Oh great!" Adia muttered. She was definately not in the mood for this. She scrambled to put the books in her trunk. As she was reaching around her hand suddenly stopped. Her History of Magic book lay open on the floor. That wasn't unusual, but the picture got to her.

The picture was of three kids, they looked about the same age as Adia was. They were laughing on the steps of Hogwarts. Adia to read the subtext. As she did she could feel goosebumps forming on her skin.

from left:Harry Potter, Ron Weasly, and Hermione Granger on the steps of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 4 June 1992.

Adia could feel her hands trembling. She knew that Ron and her dad had been friends at Hogwarts but she didn't know they had been friends with her mum. And why would they be important enough for a picture in a textbook? "Maybe," she thought, "Maybe they were just there at the right time." But as her eyes wandered the page she realized this wasn't the case. Her eyes found the Chapter Header.

The Fantastic Trio

A history of their struggle and battles.

Adia couldn't believe what she saw. This has to be a mistake, she thought as she began to read the chapter...

As you have read in the previous chapter Harry Potter, was known as the Boy-Who-Lived. However, Harry didn't know anything about his past until he came to Hogwarts. Many historians believe this is part of the reason the fame didn't go to his head. According to Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasly, Harry and Ron weren't friendly with Hermione until the defeat of a troll. The troll was let into the castle by a servant to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.

Adia read like she'd never read before. Soon she read about the rebirth of Voldemort. How her father had been accused of being mad. She read about Dario's father. Draco had been the meanest in her father's class. She read about the kidnapping of her father. Everyone thought he was dead. Then Draco gave testimony to the Ministry and became a spy to help Harry. As she finished she couldn't help but feel betrayed:

Thanks to The Hogwarts Three, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, vanished from exsistence. Today all three are friends, and Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were married shortly after the reconstruction.

So this was the reason she wasn't allowed to hear about Lydia's Hogwart's homework. She was in the middle of sorting this all out, when a knock on the door, broke her thoughts.

Hoping it was Silke she invited the person in.

"Hey honey, how are ya doing?" Harry asked. As he looked at her he realized she was crying, though she didn't.

"Why are you crying?" Harry asked.

Adia couldn't answer she felt betrayed. Her whole life was a great facade, put on to make her feel safe. This man, her Father, lied to her. He walked toward her and saw the book.

"Oh, you weren't suppose to see that. I'm so sorry." Harry said concerned as he moved to console her she turned away.

"Stay away from me. I can't believe you would let this be dropped on me when I go to Hogwarts. Didn't you think people would want to know what it's like to have you for a father?" Adia was pacing around the room as Harry just sat on her bed, speachless.

"Is this why Lydia has an attitude toward you, or is there anything else I should know?" Adia again yelled.

"I didn't tell you for your own good. And even if you think that I am lying to you, I'm you fathe-" Harry was interupted by a knock on the door.

Harry walked over to the door, opened it and saw that it was Silke, Draco was behind her.

"Oh hi, Uncle Harry(the kids always referred to each other's parents as Uncle), can I get into my room now?" Silke asked innocently.

Harry looked toward Adia realizing that she was ingnoring him, and knew that he wasn't going to do any good tonight.

"Yeah, alright. Goodnight Adia." Harry said mournfully as he left her room.

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Harry left her room and headed to the downstairs parlor where there were comfy chairs by the fire to sit in. No one was in the room and Harry sat down on the couch, suddenly thinking of his beloved Hermione. He had sat in front of a fire before, when someone was upset with him, funny how these things work.

Harry decided to skip dinner and sat by the fire waiting for Hermione to come and lecture him about forgiving Ron. When Hermione did come she looked at Harry with eyes that looked as if they were on the verge of crying.

"I heard what happened between you and Ron."

"Hermione, I can't take a lecture right now,-"

"Harry, I wasn't going to lecture you, I was going to walk over there and give you a big hug."

Hermione walked over to Harry and gave him a hug and then she sat next to him on the couch.

"Harry, are you okay?" Harry was shaken from his memory as Ginny walked into the room.

"Why is everyone asking me that?" Harry asked feeling his throat constrict; tears threating to come.

"Oh, I don't know. Your kids are both growing up, and tomorrow is the anniversy of Hermione's death. People have been expecting you to live your life bravely, but you are allowed to cry, and be worried." Ginny replied.

"Adia found out about our history. She read her History of Magic Books. She is furious with me. She wouldn't let me touch her. She can't believe I did this to her." Harry vented.

"Harry, can you honestly say you blame her? The girl lost her mother and gained a very overprotective father," Harry made to protest but was cut off by Ginny. "Believe me Harry, you are. And don't tell me it's what Hermione would have wanted. She may have been studious, but she was proud of the adventures you led her into."

"That's the problem, if it weren't for me she wouldn't have been so damn adventurous. I don't care if it was a muggle bomb, I might as well have killed her." Harry whispered the last part, finally understanding how Sirius had felt.

"Harry, it wasn't your fault. Even if Hermione had never met you she would have still tried to help that muggle. She would have tried to stop him." Ginny said.

"I should have gone with Hermione, but I had to go to Quiditch practice. That's the whole reason why I almost let your brother marry her, I didn't want her hurt." Harry thought back to that conversation,

"Hermione, I'm sorry I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't want to come back and risk your being hurt again. What if Voldemort trys-"

"Voldemort hasn't done anything since you dissapeared, why would he start now? Besides, where have you been all this time?"

"Because he had what he wanted, he tormented me every moment with the death of someone. I had my meals schedualed around people's deaths, it got to the point where I would know the general time, thanks to the dream. So No, I wasn't enjoying myself, it got the point where the only way I could see you was the day that Dumbledore died. That was how I lived for a year, you were the reason I kept eating and trying to hold on. Then I came here and find that you were getting married.

Harry knew that Ginny was right, it wasn't his fault, but he still felt the distinct need to protect his family. He had waited all his life for a family of his own. And now everyone in it hated him.

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"So Adia, what's wrong? I've never heard you yell at your dad before." Silke asked while Dario

Adia threw the book at Silke, she ducked and Dario caught it. '

"Page, 93." She told him. Dario flipped to it and looked at the picture.

Adia was shocked at his lack of shock. He showed the book to Silke, who didn't look shocked, either.

"Aren't either of you surprised? I mean this is all about our parents. Even yours Dario. Your dad was a Slytherin, he was enemies with my mum and dad!" Adia voice wandered off she had a feeling that Dario and Silke already knew.

"So, listen, you already knew this too. We weren't suppose to tell you about this. We were told not to talk about our parent's after your mum died. They told us that if we talked about your mum it would make you even sadder." Dario whispered as he finished the last part. Silke nodded in agreement her eyes welling up with tears. Adia knew that they must have believed what their parents had told them.

"It's okay, but if I knew then why don't I remeber knowing?" Adia asked, knowing that her friends had the answer.

"Okay, like Dario said they told us a whole bunch of nonsense that it would make you upset. They put a memory charm on you to make you forget. You really don't remeber what happened?" Silke babbled.

"No, well, I'm not sure. This evening I felt as if I had been to the Leaky Couldran before. As I was looking around the room I saw Dario, but his hair looked like it did last year. That's when I felt a headache. And then I came up here. I tried putting my books away and I dropped that book. It's wierd that it would land on that page isn't it?" Adia asked feeling as if there was more to what had happend that night.

The three were interupted by a knock on the door.

"Dario, it's time you get to bed. It's going to be a busy day." Ginny scolded.

"Alright mum," Dario turned to Adia, "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." Adia answered keeping her eyes off of Ginny.

As the door closed Silke walked toward Adia.

"You do realize your dad was just trying to protect you. He loved your mum, and she loved you."

"Yeah I know, it's just hard." Adia answered, as she got into bed she wished that she could remeber what happened.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about this?" Silke asked as she crawled into her bed.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Adia closed her eyes waiting for her mind to go numb....

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A/N: Wow, sorry that took so long, I wrestled with about five different versions of this chapter, and decided this was the best. However, I won't know if you like this if you don't review. So far three people have reviewed. Now I don't want to go into a huge lecture, but I do know that there are more reading this then there are reviewing. This is why I need you to review. I also would like to know how many Harry and Hermione, shippers are out there as apposed to Hermione and Draco, shippers. This is for a possible upcoming story I'm thinking about writing. So you can slip this in your review.

THANKS TO:

Mad-eye Potter.(I love the name, and I might take you up on being a beta reader if I can find a good way of time management.)

Minzzer, ( Wow I couldn't believe that you reviewed my story. Your story was the first Fan fic I ever read so I appreciate the review very much.)