The Baby Chapter 5: Heather Williams, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters.

Summary:

Harry and Hermione are friends and live in the same house while Ron is married to Luna. Both of them are famous in both the wizarding and muggle world. A woman suddenly turns up in their doorstep with a baby telling them that the baby is not safe with her and if the people who are after her find out that the baby was hers, they would kill it. Hermione offers to look after the baby and take care of her child until her name was cleared. In this time, Harry and Hermione get closer ... Will they remain friends posing as a family..or something more? (H/Hr)

The Baby
Chapter Five: Heather Williams

Harry went to the bathroom and looked at his reflection. Messy black hair that he inherited from his father and sparkling green almond shaped eyes; Lily's, his mother, eyes. Ever since he was younger, he had always tried to tame his hair, but now, it seemed as though it gave him a boyish look. He was no longer skinny, but he was not to too build either.

He took of his shirt and looked at his stomach. There was a part that was partly blue. He could do Healing Charms, but he was having difficulties when he had to cast them on himself. He thought about asking Hermione to do it for him, but knew that she would get more upset than she already was with her father. He sighed and pulled if his pants, which he threw in the laundry basket.

'The laundry!' he thought smiling slightly. 'I forgot to do the laundry!'

The laundry was pushed at the back of his mind because of his worries about the meeting. Aside from that, Angelica had been very demanding. She was always crying when she was left alone, and, no matter how much they tried, she just wouldn't go to sleep.

Harry walked to his bed and sat down. He did not bother to wear more clothes that he had, because Hermione was an early sleeper. She never went in his room at night unless it was a life and death situation. Another reason was so that he would not irritate the bruise on his stomach. He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Harry woke up the next morning to voices at the bottom of the stairs. He distinctively heard Monica say "Where is she?".

'Hermione's parents!' he thought. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was already forty-five minutes after nine. He quickly went to the bathroom and got cleaned up.

He walked out the door just as the Grangers were passing his room Todd's eyes widened as he saw him, but stayed still. Hermione smiled, careful to keep a distance between her father and herself.

"Morning, Harry!" Hermione said in greeting as she gave him light kiss on the cheek.

Harry looked at her parents uncomfortably. They just looked back and forth waiting for the other to start first.

Todd sighed. "I'm sorry, Harry," he said quietly.

"Wha -?"

"For yesterday," Tod said. "I'm sorry for what I did to you."

"No, it's okay!" Harry replied. "Honestly!" he added, at the look Todd sent him

"No, it's not okay! I could have killed you!" Todd said as he took a step towards him. Harry unconsciously took a step back. Todd shook his head lightly and stopped. "See what I mean?"

"No, sir," Harry insisted. "It's fine."

"If you're sure," Todd said uncertainly.

Harry nodded. "I'm sure."

"Well, then," Todd started. "Todd Granger," he said as he held out his hand.

Harry stared at the hand held out in front of him before coming to his senses. "Harry," he replied smiling slightly shaking the offered hand. "Harry Potter."

There was a sob from beside them. They saw Hermione crying as Monica tried to comfort her.

"I love you, Dad!" she cried before darting forwards and hugging her father. Todd's eyes watered at what his daughter had said.

There was a cry from one of the rooms. Hermione broke away from her father, wiping her eyes.

"That's Angelica," she said. "She must have woken up. I'll be right back. I'll just get her."

"I'll come with you!" Monica offered excitedly. Typical for a first grandmother.

"No, no!" Hermione said quickly. "I'll get her ready first. You can talk to Harry." With that, she went to the room where the cries were coming from and entered the room without a backward glance.

"Ummm," Harry started.

"Oh, Harry!" Monica suddenly said and flung her arms around him. "We trust you," she said at the questioning look on his face. "Others would leave when they found out of the situation of their girlfriend! You stayed!"

After that, the tension between Harry and Monica disappeared, but Harry's and Todd's was a different matter. They would look anywhere but the other. The door Hermione disappeared into opened and she came out with Angelica in her arms.

Angelica wiggled out of Hermione's arms and crawled towards him. Harry cautiously picked her up as though he was afraid Todd would suddenly jump on him. Angelica stuck her fingers in her mouth, giggled and started poking his cheek with it.

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Todd Granger was someone Harry did not wish to come across on when he was angry. He knew that he had a right to be protective over Hermione, but he just had to accept that his daughter had grown up however much he hated to admit.

Harry was already half-asleep when the door burst open. Harry instinctively reached for his wand and pointed it at the intruder. He reached for his glasses with his other hand.

"Harry!" he heard a familiar voice say. "Put the wand down!"

Harry did as he was told. He knew that voice. He put on his glasses and grinned.

"Heather?!" He asked as he stood up.

Heather faked a look of anger and put her hands on her hips. Harry laughed and opened his arms.

"Come 'ere!" Harry said. Heather laughed as well as she closed the door behind her. As she walked to Harry, her long, hair swished. Her hair was so black it looked almost purple. She, like Harry, was also magical. Her mother was a half-veela, miking her part.

Heather Williams was one of the people Harry had worked with. She was one of the few photographers Harry could stand. When they were assigned to work on a project together, they became quick friends, but when they started they were, just like anyone in their position, a bit hesitant.

Harry had expected her to treat him as a royal, as arrogant as that may seem. He did not think that she would scream her lungs at him whenever he did something she didn't like. He thought that she was one of those girly-girls, but he was proven wrong when she hit him with her camera on the head when he tried to sneak out an hour early to meet Ron at a pub.

Everyone had assumed that they would date at one point or another, but they never did. Harry was one of those people who did not want to do something that could shatter something he valued, and in this one, there was something he'd rather not loose: their friendship. Aside from being friends, they had grown close during the years. Their love for each other was one like brother and sister.

For some weird reason, Harry had always been more comfortable around Heather than he did with any girl, and that included Hermione. He felt something different he could not quite distinguish for the two women. With Heather, he felt like he was part of a family like he did when he was at the Weasleys. Even her parents accepted him. With Hermione, it was different, he felt something deep inside him. But, until now, he did not know what it was.

The look on Heather's face disappeared as she walked towards him. Her crystal blue eyes darkened with worry at the sight of the black and blue mark on her friend's stomach.

"What happened to you, Baby?" she asked.

"It's nothing, Red," Harry dismissed as he hugged her.

The two friends had nick names for each other. They, and only them, were the only ones that could call each other by those names. Heather had started to call Harry 'Baby', when they were shooting on a particularly long day. He had started to whine and complain about how hot it was. Harry's nickname for Heather was 'Red' because her eyes would turn an eerie red when she was mad. This was another reason why people often said that they were 'perfect for each other'. When this rumor started, they were careful to only call each other those names when no one was around. Unfortunately, they were being heard to do so every now and then.

"Tell me what happened," Heather said. "You're hurt!"

"No, it's nothing!"

"Harry," Heather started, her voice growing impatient. "Tell me what happened."

Harry sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. He knew Heather was just as stubborn as Hermione. 'We're talking about Red, why did Hermione pop in?'

'Since you started to have -'

'Leave me alone!' Harry interrupted that annoying voice in his head. Fortunately, it did go away. But by doing so, he failed to hear what it wanted to say.

"Hermion's dad," Harry answered her.

"He did that to you!" Heather cried outraged, her eyes starting to glow red. "Just wait 'til I get my hands on him!"

"No, no!" Harry said as his friend started for the door.

"Give me a good reason!" Heather shouted as she crossed her arms on her chest.

At this, Harry told her the scene about the fight. By the end of the story, Heather was, if possible, even redder that she was before. Harry was secretly glad she was not a pure veela as she might suddenly throw fireballs everywhere.

"Why didn't you hit him back, idiot!" she shrieked.

"Cam down! Nothing bad happened," Harry said as he stroked her back.

Heather moaned in protest. "You're too caring for your own good, ya know?"

Harry smiled. "I guess."

"Let me see that wound of yours," Heather said as she pulled away from his embrace. Harry tried to push her hand away, but at the look Heather gave him, he stopped in defeat. She caressed it gingerly and looked at him. "Lie down," she instructed. "This was a pretty hard blow."

Harry did so while she went in the bathroom. She came out only a few minutes later carrying a wet towel in her hand. She sat down on the edge of the bed and cleaned the bruise. Harry winced slightly.

"You know," Heather started, a joking tone in her voice, "you're pretty decent at night now. When you used to live by yourself you would walk around na -"

"Red!" Harry interrupted, his cheeks growing red. "Don't talk about that!"

Heather chuckled and pulled out her wand. She pointed it at the sore spot and muttered a few words under her breath. Within seconds, the bruise was gone.

"There!" she said. "All better. Why didn't you ask Hermione to do this for you anyway?"

"She sleeps early," Harry replied as he fingered the spot where the wound had been. "Thanks."

"No problem," Heather answered. "I just came here to ask if the stuff on the newspapers were real. They said something about a baby?"

"Oh, that," Harry said. "Yeah, those were real."

He wanted to tell Heather about the truth, but he had to ask Hermione first. After all, Heather didn't drink.

"How come you never told me anything?" Heather asked, hurt evident in her eyes.

"Hermione told me not to," Harry said as he sat up. "Hold on, I better put on some clothes." He stood up and headed to his closet, looking for clothes to wear. He was having a hard time since all the things he could find were already a size or two smaller for him. He must have taken quite a long time because Heather already lied down on the bed he had been in before.

'Better wash the clothes tomorrow,' he said to himself. He walked to Heather, who now had her eyes closed, a look on her face that said that she was deep in thought

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"What are you thinking about, Red?" he asked as he buttoned his shirt.

"Harry," she said quietly, sitting up from her position. "I thought you trusted me."

"I do," he sighed as he sat down, his shirt half buttoned. He watched silently as Heather started to finish where he left off. "Hermione just told me not to." He kissed her temple as her hands paused on the third last button.

Heather smiled slightly. "I guess I shouldn't be mad at you," she said. "There are just somethings that we can't tell each other, right?"

"Yeah," Harry answered softly, "I guess. You know that you're very scary when you're mad, right? Even scarier that Todd? You know, Herm's dad?"

"Why you -!" Heather growled.

"'Why you' what? Smart, charming wizard? I knew that," Harry teased.

Heather laughed and punched him playfully in the arm. In return, Harry pounced on her and tickled her sides. They rolled around on the bed, laughing their heads of as the other tickled them. They reached the end of the bed and fell off of it with a loud 'Thump'.

"That hurt!" Harry complained as Heather sat on top of him to keep him from standing.

"You're such a baby, you know that?" Heather laughed as she placed both of her hands on his chest.

"Hey!" Harry said putting on a look of fake hurt on his face. He let out a moan as Heather massaged his shoulders. She always did this to him when ever he was stressed out about something.

Just as Heather opened her mouth to say something, the door burst open and Hermione walked in, her eyes on a piece of parchment held on her hand.

"Harry," she started, "Proffessor Dumbledore sent an owl as -" she stopped talking as she saw the scene before her. "I didn't know you were busy! I'm so sorry!" she said as she ran out of the door, dropping the letter as she left.

"I'm sorry!" Heather apologised, panicked, as she got off him. "She must have thought that we -!"

"Oh, great," Harry moaned as he took the hand she offered him and stood up.

"Maybe I should talk to her and explain that there was nothing going on," Heather suggested.

"No," Harry said at once as he picked up the letter and read it quickly.

Heather and Hermione were not exactly friends. They were always at odds. Heather had always wanted to be friends with her, but Hermione did not return the feeling for reasons Harry did not know. This let Heather down, but she got over it quickly and had, ever since, a dislike for Hermione.

"On, no," Harry muttered.

"What?" Heather asked. She grabbed the parchment from his hand and read it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We apologise for disturbing you at this hour, but we need a proffesor to fill in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts. We assumed that, if possibly, you have no plans for the next few days, you can fill in this job. Our current proffesor has to leave for an emergency because of family problems. Please owl us of your decision. If you agree, please be at the Headmaster's office tomorrow 7 a.m. because of the plans for the day and if you decline, we will understand and please owl us as soon as poccible. You are welcome to bring Ms. Granger if you wish. Proffessore Dumbledore and I would certainly like to see the newest addition to your life.

Sincerly,

Proffessor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"What am I going to do?" Harry asked while he scribbled on a parchment saying that he'll come and called for Hedwig. "I can't say no to someone who has done so much for me." Hedwig came soaring in through the window. Harry watched as Hedwid flew out and disappeared. "Hermione's upset with me about something," he said to Heather.

"About what, Harry?" Heather questioned.

"She's upset that you and I are friends," Harry replied, he himself confused. "I just don't know why."

Author's Note: Thank you all for the reveiws you had sent. I appreciate them. I'll try to update soon.