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AN: Wow it's been a while, hasn't it? This chapter is kind of short, I think, but I hope it'll keep you occupied while I finish up the next couple. As always, read, review, and thanks for reading!

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The next week, though grey and wet, was the best Adriana had ever experienced. She and Will got together many times, and grew to be best friends. Hermione was the best mother; she did everything Clarissa hadn't and more. Adriana and Harry had a unique bond, though he and Dumbledore were often busy with "important business."

Finally the time came when they needed to get Adriana's school things. Hermione said there was only one place to get it all: "Diagon Alley." So they fixed a date with the Weasleys to go shopping.

The day dawned grey but humid. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" yelled Harry. Adriana groaned and opened her eyes. She saw her father grinning at her. All of a sudden she went blind and deaf; in her mind's eye she saw flashes of green light and heard "No! Not Harry! Please don't kill Harry! I'll do anything!" screamed by a desperate-sounding female, then all went black.

"Adriana! HERMIONE! HELP! ADRIANA! Adriana, wake up, oh please wake up," pleaded Harry.

"What? What's wrong?" asked Hermione as she ran into the room. Adriana moaned; her skin was deathly pale, and she was twitching uncontrollably. Hermione screamed. "Harry, do something! Oh, Adriana, my baby, oh no, oh my baby, Adriana…" she said, panicking. Harry couldn't do anything but wait for Adriana to wake up. Not for the first time in his life, he was helpless to fix the situation. The only thoughts running through his head were about it being his entire fault…his entire fault…

Adriana moaned again, and then slowly opened her eyes. All she could see were two blurs. She blinked. Now they were clearer blobs. She blinked again. She saw a pair of bright green eyes behind glasses. Somehow she didn't recall glasses and eyes ever floating independent of a body, but then many things in the past month had been unexpected. She blinked again. She saw that it wasn't a pair of glasses and green eyes, but there was a head attached. And that head looked very worried. She blinked once more, and saw her parents standing over her. Hermione was hysterical, while Harry just looked worried and on the verge of tears that he tried not to let his wife see. Hermione yelped. Harry looked distinctly relieved.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Green light," Adriana answered in a shaky voice. "Lots of green light." Her parents exchanged a look. She couldn't tell if it was a worried look or one that thought she was nutters. "Then screams, like 'Not Harry! No!' Then…black." Hermione hugged her tightly and kissed her head over and over, and Harry cleared his throat.

"That-that was my parents dying," he said, his voice breaking. "I've relived it many times, thanks to Dementors. They were murdered by Lord Voldemort. He tried to kill me. Too, but I survived. And so, I'm famous in my generation, because no one else he's tried to kill ever lived. He's tried to kill me again and again, but so far I've lived. Unfortunately, as long as he's not totally human, he can't be properly killed. Dumbledore and I are working on it…" Adriana felt a tear on her nose, and realized Hermione was crying. "Hermione, honey, no, don't cry, it's all sorted out, don't cry, it'll be okay…" Harry tried to console the sobbing Hermione. "Your mum can get very emotional when she wants to," he explained to Adriana, trying to get one of them to smile. When that didn't work, he said, "Let's go shopping. Maybe the age-old myth that women are powerless against the lure of shopping will cheer you up."

"Should we go by Floo Powder?" Hermione asked, wiping her nose. Harry simply left the room and went into the study. "I guess that's a yes," said Hermione. "Put your clothes on, and then meet us in the study, okay? And if-if that ever happens again, make sure you let one of us know." She, too, went to the study.

Adriana pulled on her best pair of navy blue slacks and her favorite white sweater. She yanked a brush through her bushy brown hair and slipped on her sneakers. All her clothes were very worn out. She was nervous about using Floo Powder; she knew she would have to get in the flames somehow.

"Adriana, come on!" yelled Harry eagerly. "Let's go!" he added playfully. Adriana hurried into the study. "Allow me to demonstrate," Harry said. He threw a pinch of the powder into the fire, which turned green. He saluted to the girls, stepped into the fire, and yelled "Diagon Alley!" He vanished. Adriana winced and whimpered.

"Now, honey, it really isn't hard, and it doesn't hurt," Hermione said "Just throw a handful of Floo Powder into the fire, step in, and yell 'Diagon Alley!' Make sure to keep your elbows tucked in," she added. "Now go, and you dad and I will make sure you're all right." Adriana nodded. She put a shaking hand into the pot, threw it into the fire, and watched the crackling flames turn green. She stood at the threshold of the fire; her mind telling her to go, now, but her body not moving an inch. She took a deep breath, clenched her eyes shut, and cautiously stepped into the fire, expecting to be burned to a crisp. It didn't burn; in fact, it was pleasantly warm.

"Diagon Alley!" she said, and was instantly spinning through fireplace after fireplace. Finally she felt herself slowing down, so she relaxed her arms and accidentally hit her elbows on the sides of the fireplace and fell into her father's arms. He pulled her away from the fireplace and waited for Hermione to come. A minute later, she did—with the whole Weasley clan.

"Adriana, these are my brothers and sisters," Will said importantly. "You've already met some of them, but in case you've forgotten, I'll review." A tall girl with bright red hair rolled her eyes. "This is my mum and dad, Ronald and Luna Weasley. And Bella, the oldest," she was the one who had rolled her eyes, "and Gerald, the next oldest," he gestured toward a tall boy with hair like his blonde mother's, "then Arnold, Jake, and Chrissie, the triplets," they were built smaller, with blond hair, "and Julie, the youngest." Julie had a small body and red hair. Adriana thought she couldn't have been more than 8 or 9.

"Shall we get cracking, then?" Ron asked. A murmur of assent washed through the group. Ron grinned. "Let's go."

The triplets raced for Quality Quidditch Supplies, a store totally devoted to the wizard sport of Quidditch that Will could talk for hours about. Hermione laughed and herded them all toward Flourish and Blott's, the local bookstore. This was no surprise to Adriana; in the month that she had known her mother, she had learned that the only things Hermione loved as much as her family and friends were her books. Harry frowned.

"Oh, come on, Hermione," he moaned. "Can't we please take a quick peek inside the Quidditch place? It won't take much time!" Ron agreed, and most of the Weasleys plus Harry whined in favor of Quidditch over books. Hermione stood firm, though.

One step into Flourish and Blott's, and Adriana found herself immersed in shelf upon shelf of numerous books. Hermione was the only one to stroll toward the store clerk and tell him the books they needed. The rest of the shopping gang hung back, eager to get back to the Quidditch store.

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That's all for now . . . See you soon, I hope!

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