Thanks to reviewers:-

Lampshadesrgreat – mpreg- you'd think, wouldn't you?

LadyLilyPotter – all will be explained in later chapters – but one of your theories is correct

Dwindsor – thankyou very much

Reese Craven – hey u again – believe me – the way harry's daughter came around is not very much like how jordan came around

grin- thanks, not mpreg and not exactly one night stand

2. The one where Harry nags

"Ooh, boy I need you so, never ever ever gonna let you go."

Harry grinned as he heard his daughter singing from the shower. "Arianna, could you hurry up please? I don't want to miss the train."

A few moments later, Arianna Potter stepped out of the bathroom wearing a lilac bathrobe. She had dark brown hair hanging to her shoulder and big green eyes, but it was hard to tell whether these features came from her father or her mother.

"Daddy, the train leaves at eleven. It is now nine. It takes fifteen minutes to get to the station. I think I have a little bit of time."

Harry smiled. "Alright, you have a point. Just, for my peace of mind, go and get dressed and then we'll have breakfast."

"Fine," Arianna sighed, turning on her heel and hurrying into her room.

Popping two pieces of bread into the toaster, Harry sighed. He couldn't believe his little girl was fifteen, about to enter her fifth year at Hogwart's and take her OWLs in the summer. Harry frowned, trying to remember what he was doing in his fifth year.

'Oh, course, everyone thought I was going mad, I had that horrible...thing...with Cho, and I fought Voldermort...funny that.'

Thankfully, in the middle of his sixth year, Harry had duelled with Voldermort and had killed him. The dementors returned to Azkaban and ministry control and all the Death Eaters had been imprisoned.

However, along with these celebrations, sadness had to come, for he was Harry Potter, and he could never be truly happy at any one given time. His godfather, the closest thing he'd had to a parent, convicted (though wrongly) murderer, Sirius Black, had died.

But then, at the beginning of the sixth year, something else had happened, something that made Harry feel safe, and loved and more content than he had ever been.

'No,' he ordered himself. 'Best not to dwell on these things.'

Harry placed some toast and waffles on the table just as Arianna came back in, this time dressed in jeans and a pink T-shirt.

"Happy now?"

"Depends, have you packed all your stuff?"

Arianna rolled her eyes. "Yes. Last night. When you told me to."

Harry grinned and sat down in a chair at the kitchen table. "Then I am incredibly happy."

"Good," replied his daughter, sitting down opposite him and reaching for a waffle.

Harry smiled at Arianna and watched her as she ate.

"Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just can't believe you're a prefect."

"Thanks," replied Arianna sarcastically.

"I'm really proud of you."

Harry had never been a prefect, though his two best friends had. Harry had thought it was because of him, but it was because Dumbledore, the headmaster at the time, hadn't thought Harry could cope with everything going on in his life at the time and handle the responsibilities of being a prefect.

"You alright dad?"

Harry looked at Arianna. "I'm absolutely perfect."

Another short chapter, this one relatively pointless, but in chapter 3 Harry and Draco meet again after 15 years.

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