Disclaimer: I only own Hermia, J.K. Rowling owns all the other characters.

A/N: Yay! The fourth chapter is here! Not that anybody really cares… ' Thanks to those few people who reviewed:

J.E.A.R. Potter and Katani Petitedra

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Chapter 4

Harry knocked loudly on the door of a new apartment. He could hear footsteps from the room. Slowly the door opened, and Harry was looking into those cinnamon eyes he hadn't seen for five years.

"Oh my God, Harry what are you doing here? I thought that you were dead," Hermione gasped from her doorway.

"Yes well here I am, and I need your help," Harry said.

"Go away. Ron's not here, and I won't let you kill me," said Hermione with her eyes wide.

"Hermione, I'm not going to kill you or Ron. I just need your help," pleaded Harry.

"I'm sorry Harry, but I've got to go to The Burrow for dinner," Hermione said as she tried to close her door. She managed to close it without any words from Harry, and Harry could hear Hermione locking the door.

"Hermy, if you were ever my best friend, then you would help me. You're the only I know of who can help me. So please, I'm begging you to help me out,"

Slowly Harry could hear the door being unlocked and Hermione slowly opened up the door fully. Hermione sighed and looked Harry in the eye.

"What do you need help with?" Hermione asked.

"I'll explain everything when we get to my flat," Harry said as he grabbed Hermione's arm.

Harry Apparated to the front of his house, and he was still holding Hermione's arm. He ran up the steps to his front door, Hermione right behind him-though she seemed a bit reluctant-, and Harry unlocked the door.

"This is a big place for only three people," Hermione commented as Harry led her upstairs.

"Correction, two people," Harry said, stopping in front of the locked door.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"I'll explain when you're done," Harry replied, unlocking the door.

"Ok. Now what exactly do u want me to do?" Hermione asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"I want you to place a charm on this room only so no-one can Apparate or Disapparate into or out of it."

"Anything else?"

"Can you make this wall-" Harry put his hand on the wall by the door. "-two-way? So I can see into it by tapping it with my wand?"

"Sure. I'll do the Apparation-Disapparation spell right now."

Harry nodded and opened the door. He came back out carrying Voldemort's body carelessly.

"Is that…?" Hermione stuttered.

"Yes. This is old Voldie. Now please work your magic inside that room so I can take the lift off of my house," Harry said.

"You know how to do the spell?" Hermione asked anger in her voice.

"Only on large areas. Oh, can you also make the room so no magic can be used in there?" Harry asked.

"I'll try my best," Hermione said and she disappeared into the room.

Fifteen minutes later Hermione came back out the room.

"All done," Hermione said looking at her watch. "Oh dear. I'm really late for dinner with the Weasley's.

"Why don't you send a letter with Zeus?" Harry suggested, dragging Voldemort's body back into the room.

Hermione gave Harry a look of confusion when he came back out. Harry sighed.

"Zeus, Madeline's owl," Harry said as he magically locked the door.

"Ok. But what will I do for dinner myself?" Hermione said as she followed Harry downstairs.

"Well I can go pick up Hermia right now, while you write your letter, then I can cook something up," Harry said, shrugging.

Hermione sighed then nodded. Harry took off the Apparation-Disapparation spell, and Disapparated himself. He soon reappeared with Hermia in his arms, just as Zeus flew off with Hermione's letter to Ron.

"If you would follow me into the kitchen," Harry said walking off with his daughter still in his arms.

They went downstairs into the kitchen, and Harry placed Hermia onto the counter. Then Harry turned to Hermione.

"Do you want anything particular Hermy?" Harry asked.

"How about pasta? I haven't had pasta in a while," Hermione replied.

"Pasta Daddy, pasta!" Hermia giggled.

"Yes Hermy-baby. We're having pasta. Just you, me, and Hermione right there," Harry said, pointing to Hermione.

"Harry, where's Madeline?" Hermione asked.

"That's actually why Voldie is supposedly dead," Harry answered, gulping.

"Can you start from the beginning? And when I mean beginning, I mean why you're not dead."

"Ok. I'm not dead because when my mother put her love and protection into me, I found out that it's a spell where the person with the spell inside him or her, only them and their children can use so they can't be harmed by Avara Kedavara. But there is a side effect though. After the curse hits you, you will be put into a body cast and unconscious but you won't appear to be breathing.

"Now that leaves why Voldie is some what dead. I came home this morning to find Madeline dead, and Hermia crying with a scar on her stomach," said Harry as he stirred the cooking noodles. "Voldemort sent someone to kill them."

"What? Let me get this straight. You will never be killed by Avara Kedavara, Voldemort is supposedly dead, Madeline is dead and Hermia has a scar?" Hermione asked.

"Yep," was all Harry replied with as he took his daughter off the counter.

"Do you wanna see it?" Hermia asked, running to Hermione.

"Sure," Hermione replied sweetly.

Hermia lifted up her shirt just enough so it revealed her scar. Hermione just stared at the heart-shaped scar before she came back to her senses.

"Do you think she got hit with the spell as well?" Hermione asked, looking up at Harry.

"Yes I do. And I think she's not unconscious because the first time you're hit with it you just end up with a scar," Harry replied as her went over to his daughter.

Once Harry reached her, he started to tickle her. Hermia went crazy. She started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Daddy s-stop!" giggled Hermia.

"Ok my little Hermy-baby. But can I tickle you just a bit more?" Harry asked stopping.

Hermia shook her head and ran to her little chair by the table. Harry laughed and went back to the cooking noodles and sauce. He then grabbed some plates and served the now loaded plates to Hermia and Hermione.

"Eat up," Harry said as he sat down himself.

They sat in silence for awhile just enjoying the meal before Hermione spoke.

"Harry, this is really good. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"Well I always had to cook for the Dursley's so I learned how to cook by doing that, but this is Madeline's secret recipe that I used," Harry said with a small smile.

"Oh I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said putting her hand on Harry's.

"It's ok. I always manage to survive when someone I love or care for dies or leaves me," Harry said as he started to eat again.

"How many years were you together? I mean married?" Hermione asked, looking at Harry.

"Four years on February 14," Harry replied.

"So your anniversary would be next Friday?" asked Hermione.

"Yep," Harry said as he put his plate into the sink.

"So how old are you Hermia?" Hermione asked, looking at Hermia.

"Um… seven!" Hermia said, holding up five little fingers.

"Hermy-baby, if you're seven that means that I would have been in school still when you became my daughter," Harry said, picking up his daughter and her dishes. "She'll be three on August 7th."

"Well how many kids could you have had while we were at Hogwarts, Harry?" Hermione asked devilishly.

"Three during school, and seventeen after," Harry said as he put Hermia down so she could go play.

"Really?" Hermione asked. "So you've had it twenty times with somebody else then Madeline?"

"Not including Madeline, I've done it with twenty different women, all of whom who were very meaningful to me," Harry replied as he magically cleaned the dishes.

"Oooo, Mr. Potter. All within a year. Lovely," teased Hermione.

"What about you? Oh wait, never mind. You've only ever dated Ron," Harry teased back.

"For your information, Ron and I have broken up numerous times since we got together. So I figure minus Ron, I've slept with five different guys," Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"So you've only broke up five times?"

"No. More then that, more like a hundred times," laughed Hermione.

"Speaking of Ron's and yours relationship, when's the wedding?" Harry asked as he handed Hermione a butter beer.

"Thanks," Hermione said taking the butter beer. "Oh geeze, I forgot all about the wedding! I'll have to ask Ron if we can postpone it."

"Why do you need to postpone it?" Harry asked, sipping his butter beer.

"Well I'm going to help you get over Madeline's death like I helped you over Sirius's death. And in order to do that, I will need more time to organize the wedding," Hermione explained.

"Ok. So you're going to go talk to Ron now?" Harry asked, finishing his butter beer.

"I guess I should, considering that it is 8:30," Hermione said as she looked at the clock on the wall.

Hermione stood from the table, and so did Harry. She then walked over to Harry and gave him a quick hug.

"Thanks for dinner," Hermione said.

"Well it's the least I could do since you helped me," Harry said as they walked into the room where Hermia was. "Oh, and please don't tell anyone that I'm still alive. I'm not ready to be headline news again."

"Ok. Well I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Hermia," added Hermione.

Hermia just waved as Hermione Disapparated. Harry then picked up his daughter, and went to his room with her.

"What do you suppose we do with Mummy, Hermy-baby?" Harry asked as he put Hermia on the bed by Madeline's body.

"Dunno Daddy," Hermia giggled.

"You do know that Mummy is in a deep sleep and won't wake up, don't you?" Harry asked as he conjured up a casket.

Hermia had a sad look on her face and she started to cry. Harry rushed over to Hermia and picked her up.

"I'm sorry Hermy-baby. Daddy's here, Daddy's here," Harry said soothingly.

Hermia's cries subsided as she clung to her father. Harry sat on the bed and rocked back and forth with Hermia still clinging to him. He looked up then looked clock.

"Time for bed my little Hermy-baby," Harry said as he stood back up.

Harry to Hermia to her room. He changed her into her pajamas, and tucked her into bed.

"Good-night Hermy-baby," Harry said, kissing Hermia's forehead.

"Night-night Daddy," Hermia said, closing her eyes.

Harry turned the light out in Hermia's room and headed back to his own room. Once Harry was in his room, he picked up Madeline's limp body, and placed it into the casket he conjured up earlier. He decided to go to bed early, so he changed out of his clothes, and climbed into bed.

A/N: Well that was the fourth chapter, what did everyone think? Looks into an empty room where readers are supposed to be Humph. O well, if there are readers in there under an invisibility cloak, review please.

This might be the last the last chapter for this story for awhile. I might be starting a new story soon. Please don't hate me if I don't update this one for awhile. Hehe.

OH, by the way, I know that it's a bit weird how Hermione and Harry are acting towards each other, but all shall be explained in a couple of chapters from here :-D.