A/N: I'm baaaack!!! Sorry for the long wait, but I had Writers Block. So, here it is! And it has a bit of Hermione's point of view in it! And yeah, if anyone likes Ron, I'm sorry, but I just can't stand him, so he isn't there in the fic much. And maybe he's slightly OOC, but I'm not sure.

And thanks to:

Louise ~ Well then, wait no longer! And I'll try to squash that line into the story somewhere, I like it too.

SSJ Girl ~ Thanks! This is not exactly soon, but.

coolone007 ~ Oh no! I forgot! Thanks for reminding me. Really, I'm such a scatterbrain. I was caught up in this Jessica thing and just wanted to write all fun things, you know. I put his feelings into this chapter.

Gemini ~ Thanks and I'll not abandon this story. Harry naming his offsprings after his father/mother is a little overused, so I thought I'd name her after some other relative. And of course it is. I'd have it no other way.

Crazedfan ~ Thanks! This is a long chapter (I hope).

sparky ~ Thanks!

E. C. R. Potter ~ Thanks! And yeah, it is.

ak ~ Thanks! Like I said before, I had forgotten to describe Harry's feelings. I tried to put it in this chapter. Hope it's enough.

sonorous ~ Like I said before, I forgot. I put his feelings in here. Just think that he too was caught up in the excitement of making a house, k? If you just continued your story with less grammatical and spelling mistakes, I think it's not bombed. And Harry was pretty depressed last year, and you expect him to study?

Natalia ~ Thanks! And you know that Na Na Na was just a childish outburst. If he had just said it then, Dudley would've punched him.

Thanks for reviewing! I never got so many reviews for only one chapter (save third chapter of my first story).

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A New Home.

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   Harry woke up to the noise of Jessica snoring. He looked at his clock. It said 5:39. He tried to go back to sleep, but images flashed in his mind's eye. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Sirius and Remus lying dead and Voldemort towered over them, laughing. Harry tried to erase it from his mind. "I will defeat Voldemort. It's the future. It's not set. I can change the future." He kept repeating this in his mind. But nevertheless, small tears trickled down his cheeks.

   He wiped them, and got up. He'd better keep busy or else he'll keep seeing them die. He got up and took out his Transfiguration book and started to work on the walls.

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   It was eleven o'clock by the time Jessica woke up, the sun shining in her face from a glass wall leading to the balcony. She opened her eyes wide, and sat up immediately. A BALCONY?

   She walked over to the door and opened the glass door. She bent over the railing and saw the neat lawn below her. A cat walked past the flower bed. 'Wow,' she muttered. The balcony was made of white marble. In fact, the whole room was made of white marble. Except the walls, of course.

   'Like it?' Asked Harry, sweat everywhere on his body. 'Like it? I love it! Oh, how did you do it? It's wonderful!' Jess babbled. Harry smiled, happy that she liked, no, loved his hard work. He had worked non-stop from when he had started, working rapidly, a million ideas running through his head, forgetting about his friends—now that he remembered them again, his smile faded. Jessica noticed that, and asked, 'Is there something wrong?' 'No, its nothing,' Harry replied quickly.

   'Is it something I said?' Jessica persisted. 'No' Harry wondered what to call her '…Jess' he finished. 'Okay. Actually, you know, you used to call me Tulip,' she said. 'Gee, I wonder why…' Lily, Petunia… no wonder. Tulip. Nice name. He wondered why he didn't carry the family tradition. He must've had a bossy wife or something. And speaking of whom, 'What was your mom's name?'  'You don't know? It's Hermione. She was named after her Grandma, and I am named after my grandma,' she finished proudly.

   'What?' True, Harry did have a sort of crush on her, but to know that they would marry… he blushed. Jessica giggled, 'You like her don't you?' 'No,' said Harry, blushing even more. 'Common, admit it!' said Jess, poking his sides, where he most tickled. Harry burst out laughing, and soon fell to the floor. 'H-how did you know that's where I tickled?' he gasped. 'You're my dad! How can I not know?' she squealed. 'Yeah…' he trailed off. He had a daughter, and he didn't know what to do. He had been stumped when he was making her room, and he had left it bare. 'Hey, I haven't finished your room yet… tell me what you want it like,' he said, pushing her away.

   'Oh! I'd forgotten about my room! Common, let's go and do my room!' she shrieked. They both scrambled up and Harry led her past a door leading from his room and to an empty room, which Harry told her will be the living room. It already had a bookshelf, crammed with Dudley's books which he never read. They were old books, since his parents realized that he didn't read, they had stopped buying them. But all the same, they were pretty interesting.

   'Here it is,' said Harry as he opened a door to a huge room. Jess just stood there, looking around thoughtfully. 'Well, what should I do?' asked Harry impatiently. 'mm… first you put a bed, a table, a—'

'I know I have to put all those, I meant what else besides basic things,' Harry interrupted. 'I dunno, I'll think of hem later.'

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   'How do you like it?' asked Harry, putting the finishing touches on the paint. 'Hmmm? Oh yeah, it's nice. But can we get something to eat?' asked Jess, holding her stomach. 'I'm starving.' 'Okay.'

   Harry led the way to the kitchen, where he had been working before Jess woke up. It was filled with shining utensils. 'I never thought Dudley's parrot cage would come in this useful,' murmured Harry. 'You said something, Dad?' 'Oh, nothing.' When Jess said Dad, a sort of tingling went up his spine. His daughter. His daughter. His daughter. Weird. But he liked it. He had a family at last.

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   Harry had gotten another letter from Dumbledore. They had added a new bed in the Girls' Dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower and he had also informed Hermione about Jessica. He said that they had not sent Jess to Hermione because they lived in a very muggle place and no wizard was there to watch over them.

   Harry had found out in his fifth year that his old babysitter, Mrs Figg, was actually Arabella Figg, fiancé of Sirius Black. She had to take Ageing Potion to remove suspicion that an Auror lived in the neighbourhood.. Harry assumed that once Sirius' name was cleared, they would marry.

   It was now September 1st, and they were getting ready to go to Kings' Cross Station, where they would catch the Hogwarts express at eleven o'clock. Harry had asked for the car, as he was now sixteen and had gotten his license without informing the Dursleys, just because he could. When Vernon said no, he threatened them that his godfather, the dangerous escaped convict, Sirius Black, would not be happy that his dear godson could not go to school just because some fat muggle would not let him borrow a car. If he did manage to blow up the car somehow, they could always buy another; after all, what was money for?

   After that small lecture, Vernon had practically insisted that he take the car. Jess had giggled all the time, earning a glare from Vernon.

   'You know what's a car?' asked Harry, as he started the car. 'Yea, you used to like them very much. We had two, one which was Mum's and one which was yours. You had told me once that they ran on magic, so they would work in Godric's Hollow.' 'Godric's Hollow? We lived in Godric's Hollow?!' exclaimed Harry. 'Yeah, why?' 'Nothing, just asked.' 'Tell me what happened,' persisted Jess. 'I'll tell you when you're older, okay?' 'All right.'

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   As they boarded the train, Harry saw someone that made him blush and drop the trunk that he and Jess were holding: Hermione. She was waving at him, and he waved back. 'Dad! Dad! My foot! MY FOOT! IT'S STUCK UNDER THE TRUNK!' cried Jess, panicking. Harry's attention snapped back to her. There were tears in her eyes as she desperately tugged at the trunk, it had fallen on her toe. Harry quickly levitated it and he cast a healing charm that Madam Pomfrey always used on him. 'Are you okay? Does it hurt now?' he asked, holding her and wiping her tears away. 'I'm sorry, it's just that—' 'It's okay,' said Jess and looked at Hermione. Her jaw dropped, and suddenly she smiled. 'Mum?' she asked Harry. He nodded.

   Hermione watched Harry speaking to a girl with black hair just like his. When she turned around grinning, she almost fainted. It was a five-year-old version of herself! So this was the girl. She liked her instantly, the minute she saw her. She was so cute! (If she did say so herself.) What was her name? Oh yeah, Jessica, her mum's name.

   She watched her daughter, (she was so surprised {"Understatement of the millennium," she thought wryly.} when she got Dumbledore's letter.) break into a huge grin. She mouthed, "Mum?" Hermione nodded, tears now streaming down her cheeks, even if she had seen her for just a few minutes, she felt a strange connection to the girl.

   She hugged Jess tightly as though she knew her for a long time and had missed her. 'Mum! It's really you! I had dreamed so much that I'd meet you and dad and live happily ever after! And now it's really happened!' she cried. They both let go and Hermione got a good look at her. She had green eyes, the colour Harry had. 'Hi Jess,' said Hermione, thinking of nothing else to say.

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(After the train ride and the Sorting.)

A/N: Honestly, you want me to explain whole the thing? I'll just tell you that Hermione has got to know Jess better and really likes her, kay?

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   'I still can't get over it that Hogwarts is so big!' Jess told Hermione. 'I couldn't, too, when I was in my first year,' replied Hermione. Harry listened to them talk while keeping an eye out for Malfoy. He knew that Malfoy'd come and say something about him and Jess. Sure enough Malfoy swaggered into view with his two cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

   'My, my, look, it's Mudblood and Potty. Malfoy smirked and Crabbe and Goyle sniggered stupidly. 'Hello to you too, Malfoy,' said Hermione sweetly. He was busy sneering at Jess and looked taken aback when Hermione said that. He seemed at a loss of words. 'So, I heard you got a new addition to the family, Potter,' said Malfoy, loudly. The whole of the Great Hall went silent.

   Then he didn't say anything more about Jess, surprisingly. He changed the topic. 'I sure hope Black gets the Kiss soon, I—' but before Malfoy could continue, Harry grabbed him by the collar and punched him straight on the nose. 'That does it, Potter!' yelled Malfoy and kicked him. This started an all out fight between them and even the teachers couldn't stop them. Jessica immediately got up and screamed, 'go, daddy! You rock!' while jumping up and down and pumping her fists. Hermione was shouting at them to stop, but when they didn't listen, she shrugged and started cheering for Harry.

   The other houses, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, came over to the Gryffindor house table and had made a circle around the two boys. What was a small punch had now turned out into a battle between the two rivalling houses, Slytherin and Gryffindor. The Great Hall was in chaos, with three houses cheering Harry and Slytherin cheering Malfoy.

   The fight lasted for about twenty minutes, and ended when Malfoy fell unconscious. All the three houses, cheered, Gryffindor being the loudest. Harry stood up and wiped his mouth, which was bleeding. Professor McGonagall stepped forward, and took off a hundred points from Slytherin and Gryffindor, and when the Slytherin students began to protest, another twenty points from Slytherin. The Gryffindors were just smiling, the fight was worth it.

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   'So, how do you like it?' asked Harry, gesturing around the Gryffindor common room. 'I like it, so, this is where you study, huh?' she questioned, noticing all the books scattered around the room. 'Yeah, and to just lay about and discuss Quidditch,' said Ron. 'Quidditch? I love Quidditch! Can I be on the team, huh? Please, Dad?' Jess pleaded. When Harry said no, she turned to Hermione. 'Mum?' 'No, Jess, only students from twelve and up can join the team,' she explained. 'Oh, well, worth a try. Dad's a Seeker, right?' she poked Harry, who smiled.

   They all said their good-nights and went to their respective dormitories. 'Hey Harry, I like that Jessica,' said Ron. 'She's the first girl I met who likes Quidditch.' Harry just smiled and said, 'Yeah, me too.' He lay down and picked up Quidditch Through the Ages, and fell asleep while in the middle of reading how Quidditch came into existence.

   'Which one is my bed?' asked Jess. 'That one,' Hermione pointed to the new bed she had noticed at the far end of the room. 'And the one beside it is mine.' 'Cool.'

   'Hey, Herm, introduce us to your daughter,' said Parvati, along with her friend Lavender Brown. Hermione wondered how they knew, and then she remembered how Malfoy had shouted about it. Now the whole school knew. Surprisingly, she didn't have a problem with it. 'Sure. Jess, this is Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. This is Jessica Lily Potter,' she said. 'Hi Jessica. So, how did you get here?' asked Lavender. 'I was sent from the future,' said Jess. 'Ah.'

   There was nothing more said, save the incessant chatter of all the girls and soon Hermione went to sleep.

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Two and a half months later – 15th of October

(Do you think this is going a bit too fast?)

   'Today I have an announcement to make,' said McGonagall at the end of a Transfiguration lesson, five minutes for the bell. 'There is going to be a Halloween ball –' almost all the boys groaned, and the girls giggled. 'Silent please. As I was saying, there is going to be a Halloween ball, and all the student and the staff have to wear costumes –' she scowled at this. The class tittered. Hermione tried imagining McGonagall in a Cinderella costume, and let out a snort. She turned to Jess, and told her that. They both snorted. 'What is it?' Harry asked. 'Oh nothing.' Said Hermione.

   Hermione wondered who would ask her out. She certainly hoped Harry, she had a major crush on him.

   As Harry sat there on his seat, listening to Hermione and Jess laugh at something, he wondered, should I ask her out now? Then Jess motioned for him to bend down, and she whispered into his ear, 'ask her when we are outta this class, okay?' Harry nodded, and gulped; the bell had just rung.

   He gathered his books and quickly strode out. He stood beside the door, And thankfully, Hermione came last. Ron and Jess was nowhere to be seen. As Hermione came out, thankfully alone, he called out to her, 'Hey Herm, will come here for a sec?'

 'Sure Harry, what is it?' Harry licked his lips.

 'Willyougoouttothedancewimme?'

'Huh?'

'I said, will-will you go out to the dance with me?'

'Sure.'

   Hermione was just stepping out of the class when a voice called out. 'Hey Herm, will come here for a sec?' she looked to her left, and saw Harry. He looked sort of nervous. And cute. Her breath was caught in her throat as she said, with as much calm as she could muster, 'Sure Harry, what is it?' He licked his lips. Something was definitely up.

   'Willyougoouttothedancewimme?' he asked. She understood perfectly what he meant. Harry was asking her to the dance! Then she said stupidly, 'huh?' Inwardly, she cursed herself at her choice of word. He repeated the question again, this time more slowly. Suppressing all the excitement inside her, she said quite calmly, 'sure.'

   After that, he walked away, leaving Hermione to wait for Ron who was still in the classroom. He came out just after Harry turned around a corner. He, too, looked somewhat nervous. 'Herm, I have something to ask you.' He said. 'Yes?' asked Hermione, thinking how good Harry would look in a Robin Hood costume, with green tights and all.

   'Oh, forget it.' Said Ron. 'No, tell me, what is it?' 'Well, okay. Will you come to the dance with me? You know, the Halloween ball?' he asked. 'I'm sorry, Ron, but Harry already asked me out.' Said Hermione, still picturing Harry. 'What?' 'I said –' 'I know what you said.' He snapped. 'Why are you angry with me, Ron? Is it because I like Harry more than a friend?' said Hermione. 'Oh, all right, everything should happen to the Golden Boy, huh? He should get everything he wanted. Hell, he even has a daughter now!' Ron yelled and strode away from her. 'Wait, Ron, you're being completely illogical about this. Why can't you just ask someone else out?' Hermione asked him, walking alongside him. 'Because, Hermione, I like you!' he yelled and stomped off.

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   Hermione went up to the Gryffindor common room, where she saw Harry sitting there, looking dejected. 'Guess you met Ron, huh?' asked Hermione, sitting on the armchair closest to his. 'Yeah. Something about the Boy-Who-Lived having his way again.' Said Harry sadly. Jess was with Lavender, who was a good friend of hers now. 'Don't worry Harry, he will apologize soon, you remember? He did that after the First Task.' 'Yeah, I hope so, especially after I yelled back at him. You won't believe what I said to him.'

   Harry tried not to run. Hermione had said yes! He felt like a spring, which was waiting to unwind after being pressed. As soon as he turned a corner, he began to run. He ran all the way to the dormitory, pausing only to gasp out the password ('Squiggly Wigs!'), and he collapsed on his bed.

   Sometime after, still on his bed, Harry heard the door open and shut. He sat up silently and saw Ron. 'Hey Ron! Guess what! I –' but Harry stopped when he saw Ron stiffen and look at him with a scowl. 'What,' spat Ron. 'That you won another victory over Ron Weasly? That he was truly great? How pathetic! Why don't you just go back to your oh-so-perfect life and forget about poor Ron? HAIL THE BOY-WHO-LIVED, who has his way, any time of the day! Hey look! That rhymed!' yelled Ron. 'And the only flaw in his life is that his perfect parents are dead. May be that was the only good thing that taught Harry a lesson! Only thing that stopped him from being a complete brat!' 'May be,' Harry cut in angrily. 'May be Malfoy was right! In fact, I'll go to him right now that he was right, may be he'll guide me to befriend good wizards!' said Harry, furious. How could Ron do that? How dare he say that? He was his best friend, wasn't he? 'So go and be friends with the perfect Draco Malfoy, then.' Not anymore.

   After that, the whole day continued with Harry and Ron now not speaking with each other. They ignored each other, and asked Hermione to do all the speaking, much like Ron and Hermione had done in Harry's third year, with Harry in the middle.

   'I told him that may be Malfoy was right and I'll in fact tell him right now.' Harry explained. Hermione was stunned. How could Harry say that? Or, what caused him to say that? 'Ron said that the only flaw in my life was that my perfect parents are dead. And that it was the thing that stopped me from being a complete brat.' Hermione was shocked. How could Ron say that? 'I was so angry, I did go to Draco.' Hermione noticed that Harry used Malfoy's first name. 'And he agreed to be my friend. I was surprised, to say the least. Malfoy could've just refused after my rejection. May be he was embarrassed after our fight or something.'

   'He is a nice person, that Draco. He was nasty to us just because of my rejection, he told me. May be you'll like him too.' Hermione doubted this, but nodded at Harry. She could try. She then changed the topic, hoping to distract Harry from his fight with Ron. 'So, what costume are you wearing to the ball? She asked. 'I haven't thought of anything yet.' 'Oooh,' he said. 'What?' Hermione asked. 'Nothing.'

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Halloween

   Hermione hoped that the turquoise gown she was wearing would match Harry's costume, whatever it was. She added the finishing touches to her light makeup. Lavender was putting lots of makeup on Jess, who was wearing a red devil suit. 'Don't overdo it,' she called out to Lavender.

   She had worn her hair over her head in an elegant knot, with a few strands framing her face. She smoothed out her long skirt and was finished just in time for the dance. She went down to the common room, where more boys than girls were waiting for their dates. She went out of the portrait and headed towards the Great Hall. It was filled with students with many colourful costumes. She went to the drink stand and got a drink. Draco was standing nearby and asked, 'Hey mu– I mean, Hermione, have you seen Harry?' she shook her head and continued to drink.

   She scanned the place for any sign of Harry, when suddenly, the crowd hushed and all heads turned to the direction to the doorway leading to the Entrance Hall. 'Oh my God,' Hermione murmured. The crowd silently parted and let Harry pass, and he asked her, 'like my costume?'

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A/N: Cliffie!!! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay now.

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