Thanks to reviewers:-

dracoqueen456 – hmm I don't think there will be much draco suffering – all will soon be explained

Xandriya – lol thanks, but arianna's mother is neither hermione or cho – you will just have to wait and see

Chi – glad you like

HedwigSasso – thank you and all will soon be revealed

Robin the bird – I know, the last chapter was so upsettingly short – I promise they will get longer

Kt – thanks for the review and you will just have to wait to find out what exactly happened for harry to have a daughter

Reese Craven – nah you didn't offend me and I know you were just pointing it out. Harry bi? Well...is he really?

Lonlyheart - thanks

grin - no, no, not hermione. And if you mean does arianna know about harrys past with the voldermort stuff then ya – other stuff...not so much

3. The one where old lovers reunite

Harry sighed and leant back in his seat at the staff table in the Great Hall. It was the first evening at Hogwarts and everyone was waiting in anticipation of the feast. The chatter in the hall was loud, many students not having seen their friends for two months.

He could see Arianna, talking animatedly with a group of her friends on the Griffindor table. Of course, Harry Potter's daughter had been sorted into Griffindor – how could she not have been?

Also on the Griffondor table his eyes flicked over the four children, all with flaming red hair but deep, intelligent, hazel eyes. They, of course, were the next generation of Weasley's, the children of Ron and Hermione, still Harry's best friends and fellow teachers at Hogwarts – Ron of Flying and Hermione of Muggle Studies. Their children were Morgan (fifth year), Felix and Calix (fourth year – another set of Weasley twins, these two quite the pranksters) and Sasha (second year).

"Are you alright Harry?" asked Hermione's soft voice, full of concern, from next to Harry.

Harry smiled at her and Ron, as the red head leant his chin. on Hermione's shoulder. "I'm fine. I just feel...old."

"I know what you mean mate," sighed Ron. "Remember when we first came to the school?"

"All the adventures."

"Giant troll," muttered Hermione.

Ron and Harry grinned at each other, both clearly remembering the incident with the giant troll.

The hall fell silent as Dumbledore walked in, his normal, placid smile on his face. Amazingly, he was still headmaster and still as energetic as when Harry and his friends had been students.

"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts," said the old professor, smiling down at the current pupils, all staring at him with rapt gazes. "I'm sure we are all very...upset..." he continued, a small twinkle in his eye, "...about the retirement of Professor Snape. However, I am glad to tell you that we have found a new potions teacher who may not have the same particular...teaching style...but should be able to educate you just the same."

Up until then, Harry had been unaware that someone else had come into the Great Hall, along with Dumbledore.

"So, please give a warm greeting to your new Potions teacher...Draco Malfoy."

Harry felt his heart jump into his throat. Had he heard correctly? Draco Malfoy? He tried to speak to Hermione or Ron, but they were giving a half hearted applause while staring open mouthed at Malfoy.

"Professor Malfoy will also be taking over the job as head of the Slytherin house."

Apparantly, Harry had heard correctly. Standing about ten metres away from him was the person that had caused Harry so much pain, yet so much joy.

'Fuck, he looks good,' Harry thought.

In the fifteen years since Harry had last seen him, Draco had barely changed. His white blond hair still shone, but it was shorter now. The last time they'd been in the same room together his hair had stopped just below his chin. He was slightly taller and more broadly built, this much visible beneath his robes.

What about his eyes? Harry could only see the back of Draco's head at the moment.

"Harry, are you alright?" whispered Hermione urgently, trying not to disrupt what Draco was saying.

Harry nodded, transfixed by Draco's voice. It was deeper, throatier, than he remembered but otherwise still the same, slightly clipped english that flowed from the blond's pale pink lips like wine.

"Harry?"

This time it was Ron asking. Harry tried to reply but he felt like his throat was jammed – he could feel his heart beating there, a big meaty lump, making him feel quite ill.

"I'm 'kay," he replied weakly, forcing the words up out of his mouth.

Looking past Draco, he could see Arianna giggling over something with some of her friends.

Draco Malfoy stood in front of the students at Hogwarts. He hadn't been here been fifteen years and now he was taking the place of his godfather. It had taken a lot for him to pluck up the courage to return – Hogwart's held bad memories for him – good ones too and he had truly loved his time at the school – but enclosed in the walls, both physical and magical, of the castle was Draco's most painful moment.

As he smiled at the children sitting in front of him, one in particular caught his eye. A teenager at the Griffindor table. It wasn't that there was anything particularly abnormal about her that caused Draco to stare.

The girl had long, shining, jet black hair and big, green, glittering eyes.

Draco knew those eyes anywhere. He used to stare into those eyes every day and every night and every chance I got.

This girl was the daughter of Harry Potter.

There was no doubt about it.

Arianna sat at the Griffindor table, surrounded by her three best friends, Alexia Wood, Bella Sagan and Aki Chang. All four were listening to the new potions professor speak.

"He's so cute," whispered Aki, sending the other three girls into fits of giggles.

"At least potions will be a bit interesting," agreed Bella.

"What's he staring at?" wondered Arianna.

All four followed Professor Malfoy's gaze.

"Ari, he's staring at you," exclaimed Alexia, barely managing to keep her voice to a whisper.

Arianna blinked and looked at Alexia incredulously. "What?"

"He's staring at you."

"That's crap. Why would he be doing that?"

"I don't know his reason, but he's staring right at you."

Aki and Bella nodded their agreement and Arianna turned her attention back to the potions teacher.

There was no denying. He was indeed staring at her. But why?

Harry gulped down his butterbeer and watched Draco's every move as he sat on the staff table, between Professors Flitwick and Sprout.

Thankfully, he was almost certain Draco had no idea Harry too taught at Hogwarts, and he had no intention of giving himself away now.

As long as no one else did.

"And also," continued Dumbledore, once the applaud for Draco had calmed down. "Professor McGonagall has decided that teaching her transfiguration lessons and being head of the house is becoming a bit too much so, I am absolutely delighted to announce that the new head of the Griffindor house is-"

'Shit, fuck, bollocks.'

"Harry Potter."

A great applause started up again and Harry stood smiling slightly all the time thoughts running through his head.

'Bollocks, bloody shagging wanker, fuck it.'

Harry Potter? Draco's head whipped round. Yup. Sitting just five seats away from him was Harry Potter.

'Harry fucking Potter.'

He couldn't deny it. Harry looked amazing. He was tanned golden and his green eyes glimmered, right now with something other than happiness. His black hair was still as messy as ever, slightly longer now. He no longer wore his glasses. Draco assumed he now wore contacts. He was muscly, he could tell even through the thick robes, and his full, red lips were pulled into a fake and nervous smile.

Fifteen years and he was just starting to prepare himself to start getting over Harry Potter.

Now all his hard work was ruined.

There was chapter three – bit longer I think – the mystery of Arianna will be solved either in chapter 4 or 5 – don't know yet.

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