..:: Chapter 1 ::..

PB, "Yay, a review! Thank you to HiddnePortrait for reviewing! Also, I now have an idea for Draco's wife. I'm not too keen on making an OC, either, so she'll be half of one. They got married 19 years ago, but she died in childbirth. They have one son, who will be introduced in this chapter, along with the Potter children. Okay, so on to the story!"

Rachelle fidgeted uncomfortably. While her mother was busy talking things over with Harry and Ginny, she was stuck here, with all their kids goggling at her. She fiddled with her hair, something she always did when she was nervous. "Um. Hi. I'm Rachelle."

"Who's your father?" one of the youngest kids piped up. There were five of them.

The oldest – a girl – shushed him. She had auburn-colored hair and brown eyes. "James! That's no way to talk to anyone." She glanced at Rachelle. "Sorry. He's 10, he should know better." She glared at James. "I'm Gabriella," she said, extending her hand. As Rachelle shook it, she continued. "I'm 18, and the oldest." She pointed at a girl who looked a few years younger than her, and had inherited Harry's black hair. Her eyes, however, were blue. "That's Christine, and she's 15; that's Nicole, and she's 13-" Nicole looked exactly like Ginny. "-And these are the twins, James and Sirius." She indicated the two identical boys, both with Harry's black, messy hair; but their eyes were brown. None of them had Harry's green eyes.

"Nice to meet you all," Rachelle said with a smile that was only half-forced. "And James, if I knew who my father was, I'd tell you. But I don't."

"You don't?" Sirius asked. He squinted at her. "You look like our dad."

Rachelle shook her head. "Everyone says that. But my mom says that Mr. Potter's definitely not my dad."

"Mr. Potter?" Nicole said. "Why don't you just say Harry? Everyone else does."

"I've only just met him," Rachelle explained.

"Yeah, but your mom and our parents go way back," Christine pointed out. "I don't think Dad would mind. He doesn't like it when people call him Mr. Potter. He says it makes him feel old." She rolled her eyes; Harry was apparently oblivious to the fact that he was twice as old as he acted.

"Just call him Harry," Nicole said. "Or Uncle Harry, that's what all our cousins call him."

"Well, he really is their uncle," Rachelle said.

"Alex calls him Uncle Harry, and he's not related to us at all," James said.

"Who's-" Rachelle began, but was cut off by a loud crack in the next room, followed by a "Sup, Uncle Harry, Aunt Gin – oh. Well, Dad's coming." There were footsteps, and then Alex Malfoy appeared in the doorway.

If someone had made a clone of Draco, it would look exactly like Alex. Platinum blonde hair, icy-blue eyes, albino-like skin that nevertheless made him even cuter, and, of course, the trademark Malfoy smirk.

Christine rolled her eyes at him. "You're such a show-off," she said. "You're worse than Uncle Gred and Forge."

"What do you expect?" Alex said. His voice had the same drawl to it. "Growing up between Weasleys and a Malfoy, it's hardly a surprise I love to flaunt my talents."

Christine rolled her eyes for the third time in a minute. Rachelle wondered if it was a hobby. "Loser," Christine muttered.

Alex finally saw Rachelle. "Who's she?" he asked rather bluntly.

Gabriella rolled her eyes this time. Maybe it was a family trait. "Your manners are just impeccable," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm like juice dripping from a bruised peach. "This is Rachelle – er – Granger. Hermione's daughter."

"Oh, her." He laughed. "So you're the reason Hermione ran away." His laughter was as achingly cruel as Draco's had been, before his father had killed his mother and then committed suicide. "Honestly, the look on his face..." he trailed off, nearly doubled over in laughter.

"That's hardly a laughing matter, Alex," Gabriella snapped.

"Why isn't it, Gabby? It's not like you were there," Alex said.

"One, never call me that. And two, I seriously doubt that you can remember it at all, considering you were, what? Two months old?"

"Three months, fifteen days," Alex said. "And I do remember it."

"Remember what?" Rachelle broke in.

"Your mom," Christine said.

"What about her?"

"Don't you know why she ran away?" Nicole asked.

"Well, she was pregnant with me, and she didn't know who the father was," Rachelle said.

"She didn't tell you about a certain man?" Gabriella prompted.

Rachelle shook her head. "No," she said. "Why? What happened?"

"Yes, Alex, do enlighten us," Gabriella said.

Alex opened his mouth to retort – or retell. No one knew, because at that moment there was an outburst from his father.

"YOU NEVER TOLD HER??"

"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Hermione retorted just as loudly.

"She has a right to know!" Draco yelled. "He could be her father!"

"But he's not. That's the thing," Hermione said.

"You don't know that for sure," Draco reminded her.

Rachelle ran over to the door and threw it open. "Who could be my father?" she asked. "And, Mom, what did you do eighteen years ago?"

PB, "Hehehe, a cliffie! The next chapter will be a flashback to what happened that fateful day 18 years ago. There'll be more flashbacks throughout the story, to be put in when I feel it is ready to be revealed. Also, I now know who Rachelle's father is! And the black hair and green eyes will all be explained later....much later. And I know, I'm making Alex a bit of an ass, but that's just Alex! He might loosen up later.....or not. That's for me to know, and you to guess. Now go review!"