My Name is Hillary. God that sounds so unreal. In case you're some archeologist from a thousand years in the future or whatever this is my official autobiography written by me. I am Hillary Elizabeth Potter. I live on Marauders Lake; I know you've never heard of it - trust me, no one has. Marauders Lake is a small lake that my family owns on a remote mountaintop somewhere in the U.S. Even we don't know where exactly. My sisters and I don't know. At least Dad probably does though he forbade us to ever tell Daddy even the name of the lake. Now you're really confused I bet; I'll start at the beginning or at least as far back as I can go, which mind you is only to my parents. Harry James Potter is my Daddy. He's got messy black hair and green eyes and he's short. I don't know much about his past, only that he went to boarding school in Scotland and that his parents (my grandparents) are dead. I don't even know when they died. Draco Malfoy is my Dad. He's got blond hair and blue eyes and is much taller than Daddy. I know even less about his past. He went to the same boarding school as Daddy and his parents don't like him or Daddy. I have two sisters: Gabriel Gwendolyn Potter and Justice Jane Potter. They're both younger than me; Gabby is seven and Jess is five. I'm ten and I get to be the boss. But don't tell Daddy I said that - he hates it when I boss my sisters around. He says, and I quote:
"Just because you're bigger than them does not give you the right to bully them."
The way he said it was weird as if he wasn't really talking to me but some unknown phantom. But that's ridiculous; every one knows that phantoms and ghosts aren't real. I never believed in all that magic stuff, though Gabby and Jess have yet to grow out of that stage. I sometimes think that my parents have yet to grow out of it either. Sometimes when one of them is telling another story of the magical school that they made up its like they believe every thing they're saying. I grew out of the Hogwarts love story of Dragon and James long ago. But a few days ago Daddy said I should write an autobiography of my childhood in case it's interesting enough to be turned into a book. That's a laugh. Nothing interesting ever happens here, and when it does it's certainly nothing worth writing down, just a lost tooth or a new game to play. It is entirely too whimsical.
Remember when I said nothing ever interesting ever happens and how I didn't believe in magic? Well I've been corrected on both points. This morning Harry Neville Weasley appeared in our living room and scared me and Gabby half to death. We were in the living room playing candyland (a very boring game that Gabby loves) when there was a loud popping nose and a boy of about 16 popped out of thin air right above our game. He nearly fell on my head. He was a handsome boy with bushy red hair and a lean frame, his eyes were brown and he was looking around him with a very mad look on his face.
"Bloody Hell, this is harder than I thought." He had a very distinct British accent, not one that had faded after years in the states like Daddy's or Dad's. It was then that both my parents came rushing into the room, both looking surprised, but not at all confused, which I certainly was. Daddy gasped and went running from the room. But Dad turned to the boy and spoke in a cold tone.
"What do you want?" The boy looked scared.
"Nothing, I was just trying to pass my test." Dad didn't look startled but I had a billion questions running through my head, the foremost being 'how the hell did a boy just appear in the living room' closely followed by ' why isn't dad surprised'. Dad was glaring at the boy.
"Where were you aiming for?"
"Hogsmeade station." Dad chuckled softly.
"Well you are way off. Coming from the alley I assume." The boy nodded. "Good I'll take you back. By the way what's your name?"
"Harry Neville Weasley." At last Dad looked surprised, though that seemed to me to the only normal thing the boy had said.
"Who are your parents?" The boy narrowed his eyes.
"Why should I tell you?" Dad glared as if he expected this boy to respect him for just being him.
"Fine, be difficult. I'll just take you back to the alley." He turned to me. "Watch your sisters and make sure Harry's all right please." The boy made a puzzled noise. And Dad looked around at him. "Not you, different Harry. Come on I don't have all day." And Dad and the strange boy disappeared.
(Third person P.O.V.) Some Miles Away In Sirius Alley (built on the remains of Diagon Alley)
"I believe this belongs to you." The blond sneered at the red head in front of him; stepping aside, he revealed the 16-year-old boy behind him. "You should teach him better, he landed on my daughters' game of candyland in Washington." The Blonde sneered at the surprised faces of both his old classmates.
"Malfoy," the older red head said in shock, and with good reason. Draco Malfoy had disappeared the day Voldemort fell. Everyone had assumed he was dead.
"Yes Weasley, and now if you will excuse me I left a ten year old girl with a bossy streak in charge of two little girls." He turned to leave but was stopped by the frizzy haired girl who had yet to speak.
"You are not getting away that easily Draco, come have ice cream with me." Draco didn't miss the 'me'. There wouldn't be any Weasley on this excursion, at least not, it seemed, any male Weasley.
"Fine. One ice cream and that's it, I wasn't kidding about the bossy ten year old."
Hermione turned to her husband. "You help Harry with his apparating. I'm going to talk to Draco." She expected Draco to follow her and left the office. Draco was silent on the way to the new ice cream shop, 'the D.A.'. That is until he saw the name.
"Have to name everything after some aspect of the war don't you."
"Yeah, that happens a lot. There's a pizza parlor down the street from us called Weasley Palace and we don't own it or even eat there. So what kind of ice cream would you like?" Draco was taken aback by the change of subject and wasn't quite ready for the question.
"Ah… Bubble Gum please." His companion gave him a strange look.
"We really need to talk. Time was you wouldn't touch bubble gum anything with a ten foot broomstick."
"So I changed, what's it to you?"
"In case you forgot, I'm your friend."
"Were, I have other friends now." She snorted. "That is very unladylike." She looked at him, skepticism etched across her stern no-nonsense face.
"Do you think I care? Now you said something about Washington. What was that?" she said sitting down with her ice cream.
"That's where I live. A little lake in the mountains of Washington."
"With who?"
"My three daughters." Hermione, who had just taken a bite of ice cream, nearly spat it out.
"You have three daughters?!"
"Yes, I do, and don't look at me like that. I wasn't playing around or any thing like that, w-I adopted all of them. Hillary is 10, Gabby is 7 and Jess is 5."
"You nearly said we, who have you adopted these girls with?" But Draco felt his magical ties to Harry tugging at that moment. 'Saved by the handsome wizard.'
"I have to go, I'm needed at home." And he disappeared. Hermione, carefully using a bit of wandless magic, threw a thread of magic around Draco right before he disapparated.
A/N ok, this was even stranger before I edited it. I'm serious; there was a shark. Anyhow, can anyone catch the bit I used from a different book? Bonus points for the book, author, and series. A clue or two: one of the lesser-known series of a female author. Any way, I would like to thank Rancid and their song Time Bomb that I have been listening to all evening.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Or any other characters you recognize. (Sorry I'm tired and I have a soccer game in the morning, so nothing creative or funny for the disclaimer.)