Elisabeth woke up to the sound of her father's voice booming off the walls.

"Jesus Hannah! You can't do that!"

Hannah, her voice low and even, replied. "What? You can take my goddaughter away from me and you can take Mary and Peter's granddaughter away from them but I can't take her to visit them? Jesus Christ Harry, these people lost their daughter and then they lost their granddaughter. They have this photo album Harry, it's all pictures of Elisabeth and they show it to everyone, they adored that baby and you won't let them see her."

"They hate me Hannah!"

"Did I mention that you were coming along? Noooo, I said that I would take her."

"Well-" Harry spluttered.

"So I think that seals it."

"Hannah, if I don't want her to go over there she can't."

"Tut, tut Harry, you have once again failed to read the fine print. It says here "when one of the child's [Lily Elisabeth Marie Potter] parents [Mr Harry Potter Mrs Susan Bones Potter] remain living the godmother [Miss Hannah Abott] may still act in a way that she deems to be in the childs best interest DESPITE THE WISHES OF THE SURVIVING PARENT. I am quite certain that what I have in mind is in Lily Elisabeth's best interest, don't you? You can stay up all night trying to find a loophole Harry but I think you should get to sleep. You look spent."

Hannah crept quietly into the room she was sharing with the two girls.

"Thanks Hannah."

"No problem love, no problem."



"So you're all ready to go and everything?"

"Dad, we're going fifteen blocks, not over Europe."

"You never know with those people." He threw an angry glance at Hannah who continued to whistle and bounce jauntily around.

"Okay, we'll be back around seven."

"Good, while you're away I'll write an appeal to the Ministry to revoke your powers as godmother."

"Bad form old man, bad form. You'll have a spot of trouble doing that I assure you."

Harry shook his head, then he smiled. "Hannah my dear, you truly do have a gift for getting your way."

Her eyes twinkled. "How else do you suppose I could have got Dean on bended knee?"

Harry sighed, "Your sense of humour is wasted on your open hostility."

"Your good looks are wasted on your lack of personality. Ready Elisabeth?"

She and Hannah began the short walk to Mary and Peter Bones'.

"Eww, do you really think my dad is handsome?"

"Oh yes, he's a very attractive man, even the staunchest of Potter bashers would have to admit to that." She looked at Elisabeth quizzically and then burst into laughter. "Oh heavens! I don't like him that way! I just think he's attractive. Everybody must have at least one redeeming feature. It's a pity your fathers was wasted on his looks instead of his personality."

"Do they know we're coming?"

"No, they don't even know you're in the country. This will be quite the surprise for them. Oh and by the way they'll be wanting to call you Lily Elisabeth."

Elisabeth stopped suddenly.

"What is it?"

"You said that you were engaged to Dean Thomas, but we saw him on the Knight Bus, Seamus yelled at him. He was a death-eater."

Hannah sighed and her eyes filled. "The Dean Thomas I was engaged to died when he pledged himself to Voldemort."

"What about your baby?"

"The death-eaters killed him."

Hannah's shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried."

Hannah straightened. "You shouldn't be. A few years back I would have wanted your pity, I would have thrived on it but now, now I'm over it."

"Really?"

Hannah stopped for a moment and squinted into the distance. "Yes, yes really." She smiled at Elisabeth. "Come on, we can't arrive on the doorstep looking like wrecks, wipe your eyes pet, that's it." They linked arms and walked the rest of the way chattering about the beauty of Paris.

Hannah knocked on the door. Elisabeth was surprised by the woman who answered the door. She was petite but strong looking, with chestnut brown hair with just the barest hints of grey.

"Hanneli! We didn't expect you to be coming back today! And who is this lovely girl?"

"It's Lily Elisabeth Mrs Bones, it's Lily Elisabeth."

The woman put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god, oh my good god. Come in, I'll go get Peter." She stepped back from the door to allow them inside. "Peter! Peter! Come down here! Oh my god. Peter! Do hurry!"

Peter hurried down the stairs. "What on Earth has Mrs Astor put on her lawn now? It had better be good or I'm going back to sleep." Then he stopped dead. "Not Elisabeth? Lily Elisabeth?"

Elisabeth decided the best thing to do was to stand there and wait for Hannah's cue.

"Yes, I'm sure you know by now that Harry was signed to the Wimbourne Wasps and they had a game in Paris yesterday. Harry brought Elisabeth with him."

"And I bet the damn rummy didn't even want us to see her."

"Well of course he didn't! Listen to you Peter!" Then to Elisabeth, "Come on dear, I'll take your coat, we'll sit you down and get you a nice cup of pekoe tea."

Elisabeth sat down on one of the chesterfields.

"One lump or two?" Mary called from the kitchen.

"Er-one please."

"Cream?"

"No thanks."

Mary came bustling into the sitting room, a tray of tea and biscuits in her hands.

"Hannah dear, cream and sugar, Elisabeth, sugar, Peter, sugar."

"There's enough sugar in this to kill me." Peter said cheerily.

"Yes, that's the point dear."

After all the bustling was done Mary and Peter both looked at Elisabeth, who looked back.

"Oh Elisabeth! It's been such a long, long time. Oh how we've missed you!"

It seemed like a fallacy to tell them that she had missed them as well so she just smiled and took a sip of her tea.

"Of course you probably don't remember us-"

"And that father of yours wouldn't have mentioned us."

"If it will make you feel any better he never mentioned Hannah or any of the others either."

"Figures." He muttered.

"Peter." Mary said sharply.

"I'm sorry Elisabeth, it's just, we've waited so long to see you! It's been such a wait."

Elisabeth poured out her life story from the time she left the wizarding world to the present in two hours, including the intervals that her grandparents took to hug her or comment on her great beauty or intelligence.

"Oh good heavens! It's so late! Elisabeth, Hannah, are you staying for dinner tonight?"

"No, I promised Harry I would bring Elisabeth home for dinner."

"Of course, and you said you lived in Edinburgh? Lovely place, we'll start packing immediately and we should be moved in by the time you finish school."

They said their good-byes and began their walk home.

"Did she say that they would be moving to Edinburgh?"

"Yes and your father will probably move away the minute he finds out."

"Why?"

"Well in your fathers defence, Peter never really gave him a fair chance, but in Peter's defence your father never really gave the old man an easy time. Both of them are very stubborn and very set in their ways."

"I wish I could have been a little bit more excited to meet them. I hope they don't think I was being rude, I was just very nervous."

"Of course you were, they understand."

"I can't believe they're going to move away from Paris just to be near me, especially when I'll be gone most of the year."

"They don't want to risk the same thing happening twice is it."

The hotel manager was staring wide-eyed at Elisabeth and she stared right back until the elevator door opened. They stepped in and Hannah burst into giggles. "We forgot to put Muggle clothes on." They were still laughing at the manager's shocked expression when a a hotel patron walked in. He eyed Hannah and Elisabeth warily and they eyed him right back.

When they reached their floor Hannah ran her fingers over each of the floor buttons and casually they walked back into the suite room.

"So, how was it?"

"Very good, they were very excited to see me."

"Oh." Said Harry.

"Admit it Potter, I was right! Admit it! Come on."

"No, you wren't right."

Hannah tackled him and pinned him to the ground. "I was right, come on, admit it."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

Hannah slid her knee down so it was over his groin and she lifted it up and- "Okay! You were right!"

Hannah stood up and then helped Harry to his feet. "Do you ever get tired of being wrong?"

Just then Seamus, Caroline, Draco and a red-headed man Elisabeth had never met walked in.

"Ah! Charlie, and a merry Christmas to ye. This is my daughter Elisabeth, Elisabeth Charlie Weasley."

Charlie leaned over and shook her hand firmly.

"So where's Wood?" Charlie asked after Harry got him a drink.

"Deep in mourning, we signed Rich over to the Canucks this morning."

"Oh! Dad, since you have an open Chaser spot do you think you could do some meddling?"

"For who?"

"Cage Richards."

"Who?"

"Ugly."

"Oh, him. Yeah, I suppose so, why?"

"Because he graduates this year and his parents hate him so he needs a job."

"I've done enough meddling this year."

"You can never do too much meddling. Please? I promised-well, not really propmised but you should have seen the look in his eyes when I told him I had connections."

Harry looked at his daughters face and sighed. "Alright. I have to confirm it with Wood but I'm sure it'll be fine.

"This is what it's all about." Harry thought silently as Elisabeth through her arms around him. "This is it."