Chapter 16

Meanwhile….

At St. Mungo's Larissa Crane was in a hospital bed, fighting for her life. The doctor's weren't give her long neither. Around Larissa stood her daughter Narcissa, her son-in-law, Lucius, and her grandson Draco Malfoy. Larissa looked up, there was only one more missing, her love child that she'd had had with Anthony Potter. Larissa would still have little Adora right now, if it hadn't been for that stupid brute of a son-in-law hadn't said a word to Lord Voldemort. At that moment, Lucius grabbed his far arm to show that the Dark Mark tattooed on his arm was now red.

"Sorry 'Cissa, I've got to go." Narcissa Malfoy nodded and Lucius kissed his wife's forehead. Lucius Malfoy walked out the room to go outside to apparate.

"Narcissa, I still can't believe your with that good for nothing Death Eater!" Larissa yelled at her from her bead.

"Mother, don't talk about him like that he is the love of my life, best friend, and the father of my child!" Narcissa told her mother but Draco didn't say a word as he was use to this argument from his mother and grandmother.

"You know that Lucius was never the love of your life, like you say he is. The real love of your life was that Remus Lupin. You never married with him, because you were afraid of what people would say if you married a Werewolf."

"I did not!"

"Liar," Draco muttered.

"How dare you talk to me like that!" Narcissa yelled at her son, "If I hadn't married your father you wouldn't be here at this very moment."

"Well, he has right too honey. You would have done so much better with Remus. You do know he still does comes to see me? Wishes he'd never told you his secret, but of course you'd have found out anyway."

"Mother, could we not fight, for once about Remus. Merlin, you only have two months left."

"That exactly why I wanted to see you and Draco and I know you two will do this as my dying wish." Draco nodded he'd do anything for his grandmother as she was the only one that ever showed him true affection. "Find, my baby girl," Draco was stunned by this as father told them that they were never to talk about little Adora Aimee. "I'd like to see how grown up she is well you know…before I pass."

"But, Grandma." Draco spoke up, "We know nothing about her, nothing at all."

"I do, and I had kept up with her adopted parents until her first birthday. Your stupid father found out I was still writing them."

"Well, what's her name?"

"Something, difficult I can't remember." 'Great,' Draco thought to himself. 'All the girl's at my school have difficult names.' "But, her muggle family left her middle name as Aimee, the name I picked, and Anthony picked Adora."

"Wait! Muggle…she lives with muggles?"

"Voldemort, would never find her there."

"So, she was classified as a Mudblood, and really isn't?" Larissa nodded her head, but as Draco began to think…there were too many Mudbloods at his school. How was he suppose to find her.

"I'll try," Draco said as his grandmother smiled and fell asleep.

The next few days for Hermione were horrible, and she couldn't believe that she had lost the two people that she'd loved most in this world. That she'd never see them again. Harry, Ron, Ginny, The rest of the Weasleys, Arabella, Sirius, and Remus helped Hermione clear out her family's home. Take picture albums, clothes, and store anything else upstairs. The funeral had been extremely hard for Hermione and Ron just held her the entire time. Ron knew how difficult it was for her, as they had been very nice people. Ron had really liked them, although he'd only barely knew them. Everything in their will was left to Hermione and she put all the money in her Gringotts Bank Account and put all the furniture in the attic.

Finally January 3rd had arrived, and Harry and Hermione were packing their stuff that they'd need for school. Hermione couldn't wait to throw all of her emotions into her school work. Hermione had to start studying for the O.W.L.s, she knew it was going to be even harder than she thought before.

After a few days, Hermione was alright until she went to sleep. Hermione kept having nightmares and because of this Professor McGonagall let Ginny move in the dorm with all of the 5th year girls, for Hermione's sake. Ron was of course worried about Hermione, but he didn't know what to do. All he felt was sorry for her, and every night, they'd talk to her on her real mother's mirror. Hermione gave him a compact she got from her adopted mother present makeup, so she could talk to Ron.

A week later, Hermione was gradually getting better. Hermione wasn't crying as much and she started to tutor people to help them with their studies. Since Hermione knew every book by heart, she had decided to get a hobby to try and take her pain away. It really surprised her one day after Potions, when Draco Malfoy came up to her and asked her if she could tutor him in Charms. Harry and Ron told her that it wasn't a good idea, but she blew them over. Since Draco wasn't a Gryffindor, they would have to go get permission from Professor Flitwick to use his room on Tuesday night after Dinner, so Hermione could tutor Draco.

One night Hermione came in all puffy eyed and red faced.

"What's wrong with you, Granger?" Draco said, he seemed half way concerned.

"Nothing," Hermione lied.

"Did Weasley break up with you?"

"No, he's afraid I am though."

"Why?"

"Because I can't think straight at all over my parents dying." Hermione was talking about the Mudbloods. 'Okay, don't call her that. Try and be nice. NICE TO A MUGGLE!'

Draco could just imagine his father's face. "And you know what, Draco? They weren't even my real parents!" Hermione began to cry even harder, "My real parents, are both fullbloods. Something about that if the Wizarding World would have known about them they that I would have been frowned upon. My real father is also dead, and I have no clue about my birth mother."

Draco sat up at this information and it was odd because this sounded just like Adora, the way his grandmother had described her. Hermione looked, kind of similar to the way he'd seen pictures of his grandmother at her age. But her hair, was…duh! Hermione had Potter hair! Draco had no clue why he hadd never figured it out before.

"Hermione?" She sat up and stopped crying and looked at him oddly, first she had no idea why she'd been crying her heart out to him…after how rude Draco had been to her the last five years. Second, it was the first time Draco had ever called Hermione by her first name. "If you don't mind, what is your middle name."

"Aimee. Why?"

Draco's mouth dropped, "How do y-you spell it?"

"A-I-M-E-E. Why?"

"I got to go. Maybe you should have some rest," before she could protest he'd gathered his books and walked off.

"I thought you were tutoring Malfoy, tonight?" Ron asked Hermione.

" I was suppose to, but I was all upset and Malfoy asked me what my middle name was then when I told him he flew out of the room."

"I didn't even know you had a middle name," Harry said stupidly. Both Hermione and Ron looked at him and started laughing, "What?"

"I knew she had a middle name, but you had never told me what it was 'Mione."

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"Aimee."

"WHAT!" Ron and Harry had the same look Draco had.

"What?"

"How do you spell it?" Harry asked barely able to contain himself.

"This is a popular question," Hermione had said smartly. "A-I-M-E-E. Why?"

"'Mione, don't you remember? That's how Harry's aunt spelled it, or her mother and father did. Remember, Adora?"

"Yeah, but there' s no way I'm a Potter."

"Maybe, your right, but maybe your wrong." Ron said.

Meanwhile…

"Narcissa! Draco has sent me a letter!" Larissa told her daughter as she walked into the hospital room.

"That's good mother, what is it about?"

"I don't know I haven't read it yet."

Dearest Grandmother,

I think I have found your baby girl, Adora Aimee Potter. It was so weird how it happened, but don't get all hopeful. I've found two girls with the name Aimee as their middle name. Some stupid Hufflepuff named Hannah Aimee Abbott, and a Gryffindor named Hermione Aimee Granger. I'll get back to you soon.

Love,

Draco