Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and Co.
A/N: My second fic! Yay! And after you read this, if you're wondering why I give so much luck to Harry, well, it's just that I read so many sad fics about him and here he is, in my fic, happy and contented.
Summary: A baby is abandoned, again in front of the Dursley's doorstep. But this time, the letter enclosed is addressed to Harry! When Harry reads the birth certificate, he doesn't believe it. It's HIS daughter and…who else's…? Read on!
Harry hummed to himself as he walked through the park which was near the Dursley's house. It was a pleasant day and he didn't want to spoil it by returning home. He sighed, imagining all the chores Petunia would set for him. Cooking, weeding, cleaning … the list went on and on. But he had to return sooner or later. He turned around and walked home.
On the way, he thought he heard a five year old's cry somewhere near a bush, but then again, there were many five year olds in the park and one must have come here. He walked on.
At last, he reached home. He looked around and saw that nobody was there in sight; he started sneaking up the stairs to his bedroom. Without making a noise, he opened the door and crept in.
* * *
(Night, 10:30)
Hedwig flew in through the window. She was carrying a very big parcel, and flopped on his bed. Harry removed the parcel and read the letter attached to it.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I hope you are fine. Yeah, yeah, and all that. Harry, we are at Dieagon Aley. Why dont you come over? How about Monday? Or how about today? It's too late. Why am I writing it? I can just tell you by mouth. Or by ear. Ha ha. Well? Why are you still reading? Open it already! Maybe he'll open the parcel when we stop writing. Oh.
Love,
Hermione Ron and Hermione
Harry put down the letter. It was confusing. Ron should have written a separate letter. He and his spelling mistakes. It was bad enough in the first year, but he didn't improve in any way. Harry was no expert linguist, but at least he didn't make stupid mistakes. He looked at the parcel. It was wrapped in brown paper. He prodded it, and it felt hard. He opened it and his eyes widened in surprise. It was a camera! There was a note inside it.
Harry-
This is a wizard camera. You can take unlimited photos with it. The photos are developed inside the camera itself. It comes out after a few minutes.
Hermione
PS: Don't worry; it won't be counted as magic.
"I wonder…" he thought and inspected the camera closer. It looked like an ordinary muggle camera. It didn't look like the camera he had seen in the reporter's hand in his second year, who was taking Lockhart's picture. His nose wrinkled in disgust. He didn't want to think about Lockhart now, or ever. He looked at the camera again. He held it out so that the lens faced him, and pressed the button on top of it. A small purple cloud rose, and it formed a rectangle. Then it began filling in the image. The cloud disappeared. Harry caught the photo. He looked at it, and the Harry in the photo waved a few of his fingers at him.
'Nice,' muttered Harry. 'Only nice? Don't you mean nice and handsome?' Harry looked around, surprised. Was there someone else in the room? 'Hello! In your hand!' The voice came again. Harry recognised it as his voice.
He looked at the photo again. 'Nice to know my real counterpart isn't so stupid,' said the Harry in the photo. The real Harry was surprised for God knows how many times. 'You can talk?' He asked the photo. The other Harry slapped his forehead. 'Isn't that obvious?' He said. Harry grinned sheepishly. He put it aside. Now he knew that they hadn't forgotten his birthday, which was over almost a month ago. He put the letter and camera under the loose floorboard.
He fluffed up his pillow, and slept peacefully.
* * *
'UP!' Screamed Aunt Petunia, rapping sharply on his door. Harry was a very light sleeper, and woke up instantly. 'YOU HAVE TO MOW THE LAWN, AND NO BREAKFAST UNTIL YOU FINISH!' Screeched Petunia. Harry groaned. Petunia had this thing of setting chores for Harry at strange times; last week she had told him to wash the dishes at 3:30 AM.
He dressed up and got down the stairs. He went outside and took out the lawnmower from the garage. He had just began to mow the lawn when – 'Hi mister!' asked a girl's voice. He turned around and saw a pretty girl who looked about six years old. She had brown straight jet black hair, and green eyes, just like him. Her face looked like someone he knew, but he couldn't put his finger on who she looked like, except the hair and eyes, of course. 'Professor Dumbledore told me to give you this, she said, handing him an envelope. Harry opened it, and his eyes became as wide as saucers.
Dear Mr. Potter,
The girl you are seeing in front of you is Jessica Potter, and she is yours and (Harry Tried to read the name, but it was smudged.) Potter's daughter. Without further ado, I will explain why she has come under your guardianship.
Ms. Potter is five years old and is a very powerful witch. But sadly, You, Mr Potter, and your wife had been killed and Ms Potter has no relatives. She has been sent back in time and I request you to take care of her until she is seventeen. She will then be sent forward in time and trained to defeat Voldemort.
To answer your questions you might have wanted to ask me, yes, I am Professor Dumbledore from the future. And Mr Ronald Weasly was her godfather. But he has been killed by Lord Voldemort along with Misters Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape and Ginny Weasly. Because of the responsibility you have taken, I have written another letter to the minister of Magic, asking permission to let you allow magic. If he refuses, however, I have written yet another letter to my past self and he will take care of it.
Minister of Magic,
Albus Dumbledore.
Harry was shocked to say the least. He looked at her, and said, 'Jessica?' She nodded, and then her eyes widened with recognition, and it filled with tears.
'D-Dad?' She stuttered, as if she had never used that word before. Harry felt sad, and then asked, 'how did you know it was me?' Jessica replied, 'I have photos of you.'
She removed a photo from her side pocket. 'I always keep this with me,' she muttered and showed it to him. He looked at the photo, and (drum roll, please,) was surprised. It was the photo he had taken in the night! But now it was crumpled and there was all smudges on it. He said, 'this photo, I had taken it just yesterday, how did you get it?' 'It was given to me. Dad, will you show me some magic?' She asked excitedly. 'But I'm no —' then Harry remembered the letter. He grinned and said, 'Sure, why not?' He raised his wand. 'Accio,' he murmured. The photo he had taken yesterday flew to him. He showed it to her. 'Wow,' she said. 'I had this photo like forever, and here it is, brand new and taken yesterday.'
'Are you hungry?' He asked her. She nodded. 'You know, it's nice to talk to you in person, rather than the photo,' she said as they walked towards the house. She chattered on until Harry knocked the door and Petunia opened it. She shrieked, and said, 'Who is this?' And Harry explained everything to her including the minor detail that he was allowed to use magic. She lost all her colour when he said that, and promised she'll let him keep her.
He led Jessica to his room and she looked around. 'Don't you think it's a little small?' she said. Harry smiled at her and muttered another spell to make the room big, like Mr Weasly had done with his car.
'Céder Gros,' the room became as big as the Great Hall in Hogwarts. 'Oops,' he said sheepishly. 'A little too big. Fini–' 'WAIT!' cried Jessica, holding his arm. 'I like it!' 'But what are we going to do with so much space?' Harry looked at her questioningly.
'Hmmmm… idea! Why don't you make a room for me, a bathroom, a living room, a kitchen, a –' 'Stop, stop. I don't know how to do that,' he said, shooting her idea straight in the middle. 'Oh,' she said, looking downcast.
A/N: Well, 1st chapter finished! You know why? Cause I can't decide what to do. Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaasssseeeee help me out?
Should:
a) Harry make the room smaller,
b) Make it like a house or
c) Just keep it like that?
Tell me in your reviews!
