Baby one and Baby two

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Harry James Potter lay peacefully asleep, in his four poster bed in the sixth year boy's Dormitory. This had been the first night in weeks that Harry had finally had a full nights worth of rest. Lately he was seeing more visions of Voldemort, and him growing even more powerful, but he never let those visions get to him. Not after the almost 'accidental' incident where he had almost lost his godfather last year. (AN~ I will go more into detail with that later on)

That still haunted Harry till this day to even think about. But tonight, his brain had finally given into his body's aching pleas, and gave him the good well rested sleep he deserved. That was until the door flew open and in raced a red head.

"Harry you git get up!" He screamed at his friend.

Harry mumbled something into his pillow. Ron didn't quite catch the phrase, but wasn't going to give up that easily.

"Come on its already eleven -- you missed breakfast, and your girlfriend is calling for you," he said with a smirk on his face. This got Harry to come back to reality some what. He leaned over and grabbed his glasses off the night stand table, slipping them on his face. The image of Ron became clearer.

"What does Mione want?" he mumbled back through a stifled yawn, sitting up on his bed. He could only guess what would be on her mind, but that would ruin the entire day for him.

"It's Saturday, probably to finish homework that we once again forgot to do. You know how she is, now c'mon get up."

"Can't that wait until tomorrow?"

"Hey either you get up, or I can send Mione up to get you, and you and I both know you don't want that." With that he turned and raced back out of the room before shutting the door behind him.

Harry feeling the exhaustion sweep over him again, sighed as his head landed softly back on the cotton pillow, where it seemed to belong at the moment. It was true Harry and Hermione were going steady. After Harry's fifth year, he seemed to be going through the summer with all his thoughts leading to her, and always thinking about her, in a more then friendship way. When Harry had finally got to go back to the Order for the remainder of the summer, he came to find out that she felt the same way. It was now three months since then.

Sighing to himself, knowing Hermione was never going to let him get the full rest he needed, not when homework stood in the way no less. He rolled over, leaning over the bed and pulling out his trunk from underneath. After he was fully dressed, he went down into the Common Room only to find that Ron and Hermione were the only ones there.

"Morning you," she said looking up at him. After Harry slowly made his way over towards them, he bent over and gave her a kiss on the lips, before, he himself sat down in the chair next to her, feeling the exhaustion running through him like fire to his body.

"Where is everybody?" he asked scanning the room.

"Hogsmeade," said Ron. "We decided not to go - homework," he said with a frown gesturing to all the loose parchment around his chair.

"What time did you go to bed Harry?" asked Hermione, looking at him through a concerned look.

"Er -- around when Ron did, must still be tired," he said through another yawn.

"Well stop being tired. You two have homework that you both put aside for Quidditch again," she said, through annoyed voice. It still amazed Harry at how much Hermione cared for there studies.

"Alright I'll go get my books," he said in defeat, getting back up and heading over to the sixth years Dormitory door.

He climbed the stairs, knowing how boring and tiring this day was going to be. He opened the door to his room, walking over to his bed, bent down and grabbed his knapsack and turning to leave. A brown book lying on his bed caught his eye before he made it to the door. He dropped his knapsack, walking back over to his bed. It was the brown photo album Hagrid had given him, five years ago. One reason Harry wasn't getting any sleep was because he would stay up all night in his bed, gazing over the photos of his past loved ones.

Harry knew it wasn't healthy for his mind, but for some reason he didn't care. After he almost lost Sirius last year, a family was everything he dreamed of. He knew he had friends that loved him and parents also, including both of Ron's, Sirius and Lupin. But he wanted blood relatives, it even sounded selfish in his head to think of. But it was true, he couldn't stand watching Ron goof and laugh around with Ginny (since Fred and George were now gone) hell it even hurt him to watch Ron stand up for Ginny against Malfoy, knowing he could never do that to a sister, or brother for that matter. He loved Hermione, but hearing her talk about her vacations with her parents and loved ones, was just as damaging. The only vacation he'd ever been on was with the Dursley's to the zoo. And that was just because there wasn't anyone to watch him.

He shut the book harder then necessary and placed it back within his trunk. He walked over to the door bending down and grabbing his knapsack, knowing he could never have that and he might as well get over it, and stop letting it torment his mind and disturbing his sleep. "There dead," he muttered shutting the door and heading back down to Ron and Hermione.

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Hayley Lillian Glenwood lay peacefully asleep in her bedroom, on number two Fairfax Street. Hayley hadn't gotten any sleep last night, and getting up right now was just not an option to her. She had been having the same weird dreams that she'd been having for the past five months now.

She was to comfortable to even move a muscle, and she never wanted to leave her bed. But that wasn't an option to her either, until her door slammed open and a women with short golden brown hair stepped into the room.

"Hayley time to get up." Those are the words that any teenager would love to curse for dear life for hearing so earlier in the morning. Hayley tried to pretend she didn't hear anything, but this game was getting to old for her mother.

"Hayley come on, the tutor will be here soon," she said opening the blinds as the sun filled the bedroom.

She mumbled into her pillow not wanting anything to do with the day. She had only gotten four hours of sleep through the night, and that was not enough for a sixteen year old to corrupt through the day.

"Hayley stop playing this game, get up now," she said in her stern voice. Hayley finally giving up; turned over and glared at her mother.

"Can't you cancel her today? Its Saturday mum."

"This is your fault for canceling her on Thursday you knew you would have to make up that session."

"Yeah, but I meant it on the weekdays, not weekends."

"Well we can't add more hours to the session love, were paying her enough as it is, I'm sorry, now get up, and just get it over with, I have to get ready for work." With that she walked out of the room, leaving a very grumpy teenager behind. Hayley threw the covers off her, and got up. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a few robes. When she stood back up, she examined herself in the mirror, sighing as her image came into view.

She had to admit she was a beautiful girl, but a very depressed one at that. She had very thick dark raven hair that fell over her shoulders. Then came her eyes, the one thing she loved about her body; piercing emerald green. She was very thin, but that wasn't due to lack of food, just because that's how she was born, or so her mother says. But the one thing Hayley hated most about her body, was an ugly looking scar above her right eyebrow, shaped like a lighten bolt. She doesn't remember how she got it, but her mother and father had always said it was due to a small car crash when she was a baby.

After throwing her robes on, she left her room, descending down the three flights of stairs containing in her house, and heading into the kitchen. Once she entered she saw her mother at the table.

She set down the morning paper and looked at her daughter. "Oh you're up, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Er what are we having?"

"Isabella what are we having?" asked her mother to the small house elf near the stove.

"Toast, kippers, and eggs Miss," she squeaked back.

"Toasts fine Bella thank you," She said smiling to her. Isabella was the Glenwood's house elf. They have owned her for over three years now, and Hayley has grown very fond of her. They never beat her, or were ever rude to her and she got pay and days off.

"Where's dad?" she asked sitting down at the table beside her mother.

"Left for work early," said her mother over the top of her mug. "Hayley don't give me that look, he does own that store, and as manager he sometimes needs to be there early."

Hayley hated not saying goodbye to her father in the morning. But lately he's been leaving for work before Hayley gets up, and this quite annoyed her along with everything else in her life.

"Hayley you look awful are you alright, are you still having those weird dreams?" asked her mother, scooting her seat closer towards her.

"No -- I'm fine," she lied through annoyance. She had stopped telling her mother and father about when she had the weird occurrence in her sleep. They only seemed to go nuts about it, and Hayley didn't want to deal with it anymore, so she just kept them to herself.

"Well look at the time, I better be off, now Hayley be polite to Mrs. Kenbreak, she's been tutoring you every since you started your Wizarding Lessons and she deserves respect. None of that rudeness," She said waving her finger in the air.

"Yeah sure mum," she said staring back at the table. Hayley could clearly tell now that her mother had been reading the Daily Prophet before she walked in. The bold headline distinctly caught her eye as she leaned over the table.

The Return of You-Know-Who, and the
Interview with the Boy-Who-Lived

Curious taking over her, she reached over and tried to grab the paper before her mother could see. But her mother was too quick for her.

"Hayley we've talk about this, you don't need to read the news," she said tucking the paper back into her bag.

"You know mum sometimes I think you should just put me in a dog cage and lock me up, Merlin knows you treat me like it," she said back through gritted teeth, anger boiling up in her.

"Hayley Lillian Glenwood. Do not speak to me in that tone."

"Sorry," she mumbled back, though she clearly didn't mean it.

"Look Hayley," said her mother sitting in the chair next to her. "You're father and I love you so much, you know that, and there is nothing in the news that's important, expect maybe for You-Know-Who, but you don't need to read about that stuff okay."

"Yeah alright -- sorry," she mumbled back. That was about the thousandth time she had heard that speech in her life.

"Okay, I have to go to work -- your father said he would close down the shop and come home early, love you, and behave today."

"Alright love you to," said Hayley again. Her mother got up from her seat, gave her a kiss on her head and then left through the kitchen door.

Hayley just sat there as Isabella walked over to the table and set down the plate in front of her; four pieces of toast, covered in butter.

"Thanks Bella," she said leaning forward.

"Anything Miss," Squeaked Isabella. "Anything else I can get for you Miss?" Her amber eyes getting bigger from excitement from just the thought.

"No thanks Bella."

Hayley finished up her toast, and headed back upstairs to grab her books, knowing how boring today was going to be, just like all the other through her lonely life.

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Three hours later, and Harry still sat in the Common Room. Books, parchment, and ink bottles scattered all around him. He now regretted putting Quidditch practice before homework. He still had Potions, Charms, and an essay in Care of Magical Creatures. He was thankful when Ron had offered him the choice of letting him copy his Potions homework that was assigned on Wednesday.

Hermione was working on a report for Muggle Studies, and Ron was working on his Star Chart for Divination, and Harry the essay for Care of Magical Creatures.

Ron threw down his chart and let out a huge sigh.

"Finished!" He beamed.

"Lucky you," mumbled Harry, but he was thankful Ron hadn't heard him.

"Hermione what's with all the Daily Prophets?" asked Ron, picking up one that had been laying next to his chair. Harry watched as he started to read the headline. Ron then turned and gave Hermione a confused look. "Mione these are all about ten years old. Why are you reading about the past?"

"No Ron," she said through an annoyed sigh. "In Muggle Studies we have a report to do. We have to research about something that happened in the Wizarding world that was also reported in the Muggle world, but it has to be over five years old," she said turning her head back to the parchment resting faithfully in her lap.

"Well that's easy just write about -"

"Sirius -- yeah I was going to, but half the class is doing him, no one knows his innocent so I thought it would be easier for me to research on."

"What about Voldemort?" asked Harry, as Ron flinched at the name and took a sharp intake of breath.

"I am so sick of reading those headlines. I wanna write about something not many people know about, because lets face it -- back then it was either Sirius or Voldemort on the front page."

"Wait Mione you only have one Muggle paper here?" said Ron, looking through the other stash of papers surrounding her chair.

"Yeah my parents only saved the one when I was born," she said turning back towards her parchment.

"When you were born?" asked Ron, his brows knitted.

"In Muggle papers they put in whenever a baby is born in the city, and this was the article that I was in. But don't bother looking my parents -- they cut it out and framed it on the wall. This was the only old newspaper they had so they just sent it. I think there is two in there though, because one is when I was born and the other, is about a year or so later -- I don't know, your welcome to look if you like," she said, returning back to her parchment.

Ron looked at her for a moment, then nodding his head he began skimming through the numerous pages cover the table before him.

Harry turned back to his essay sighing slightly to himself. He really hated homework on the weekends. Not when he could be out flying, or just relaxing in the sun with Ron and Hermione.

"Ooo listen to this," said Hermione "'Police say, oh police are like Muggle Aurors. Police say that investigators are still working on the disappearance of the one year old baby girl, whose name still has not been released. The toddler was reported to be last seen the night of her parent's death outside of there cottage in London seven months ago. The cause of there death still has not been released along with there names. Police say they are still trying there best to investigate, but if the baby is not found or if any information turns up, they will be pronouncing her death in less then five months."'

Hermione looked up at Ron and Harry, her expression grim, and sad as she glanced back down at the paper.

"God -- how sad," she said setting the paper back down.

"Oh Mione look here's the Daily Prophet one on her," said Ron handing her the newspaper.

Hermione took in a big sigh and she scanned the paper once more.

"'The disappearance of the one year old baby girl has wizards in fright. Writes Mark Debb. The disappearance of the one year old baby girl who's name still can not be realized do to Aurors giving information out. Aurors believe the disappearance was linked with You-Know-Who, which was last spotted near the death of her parent's cottage five months ago before his downfall. Muggle Police say they are on the lookout for the young girl also. "We are doing our best to find the young child but, still have to keep an alert look out for Death Eaters still looming around," said Ministry of Magic; Cornelius Fudge. "We will be pronouncing her death in less then seven months if no information turns up." If you have any information on the young child, please contact Ministry of Magic right away."'

Harry watched as Hermione threw down the newspaper with a determined look. She looked to be in to much thought at the moment, her brows were knitted while her lips were pursed.

"I think I'll write about this," she said in a timid, yet sane voice.

"Well at least you and not me, sounds to depressing," said Ron, leaning back into the cotton of the warm chair.

"What do you think Harry?" asked Hermione staring at him. Harry looked up from his essay to stare at her, his brows knitted.

"Er -- well if you want to Mione, it's not my report," he said turning back to his essay with an annoyed look plastered to his face.

After two more sentences of ink, and half a page of parchment, Harry was finally finished. Pushing his parchment away, leaning more into the couch, and sighing out of relief and tiredness.

"Hey you guys I was thinking of starting my Christmas shopping early this year. What do you want?" asked Hermione pushing her own parchment away also, and getting comfortable into the wool of her chair.

"New broomstick," said Ron, grinning to himself.

"Er -- Ron, I meant something that won't coast me half my Gringotts vault," said Hermione, in a mocking voice.

"Oh no Mione I mean from mum and dad," responded Ron with a "you-should- have-know-that-face," on.

"But didn't you just get a new broomstick last year from them?" She said, through a stern glare.

"Yeah, but dad got a raise, and he knows the bloke that owns Quality Quidditch Supplies. - You know -- the new one in Hogsmeade they built. Says he might be able to get a good deal, I reckon he's name is Will..Will -"

"Will Glenwood," said Hermione, picking her books back up from off the table, and setting them in her lap, as she reached for her quill. Harry looked up at her with confused eyes. Hermione hated talking about Quidditch unless it involved Gryffindor playing or winning the Quidditch cup. How would she have known this little information?

"Yeah -- how did you know that?" asked Ron astounded.

"Sirius told me that's the man who took the order form for Harry's Firebolt, though how he got it back without any noticing - I'm not sure," said Hermione through knitted brows, returning to her parchment.

"Whose Will Glenwood?" asked Harry; once again his lack of being locked up for eleven years coming in full effect.

"He owns Quality Quidditch Supplies - Fifthly rich if yeah ask me," said Ron through a mumble, his eyes still scanning the headlines of the Daily Prophet.

"And how would you know?" asked Hermione looking up and, glaring at him with a look like he had just stated a prejudice fact.

"Dad's been to his house, says its 'bout four stories high, got one daughter, bet she gets more stuff then all the Malfoy's put together."

"Merlin Ron what are we going to do with you," mumbled Hermione, though Ron didn't catch on, but Harry did, grinning to himself trying to hold his laughter in.

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Hayley sighed out of annoyance as she made her way up the three flights of stairs to her bedroom. It had been another dull day, and if not worse even more BORING then the rest of them. Her tutor had given her extra homework, and pretty much talked through the whole session. Hayley had to admit, she hated her tutor beyond reason. Hell, yeah she was nice to her, but the studying she was enforced to pull every night, and the lessons during the weekdays....it was a laughing joke to her.

To top it all off, Hayley's mother had lied to her. Her father hadn't come home yet, and was more then likely still stuck at the shop. Once again the thought of Hayley not seeing him tomorrow morning crossed her mind. She smiled even more when she began to ponder that thought more. Tomorrow was Sunday; a day with no annoying Mrs. Kenbreak, and more boring talks about 'The first wand made by some bloke in 1440'.

Hayley pulled the covers back as she got ready to end her exhausting day. She pulled her hair out of the tight bun that she had put up half way doing her lesson; feeling her scalp relax a bit, letting her thick, dark raven hair fall over her shoulders. That feeling alone made her even more tired.

Once she had climbed into the warm cotton sheets, she turned over and turned her lights off. Then proceeding to lay her head down on her pillow; every thought leaving her mind as she fell into sleeps grace.

Little did she know, seven miles away, her own blood was doing the same, as he got into bed.

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Yes! My second chapter re-doing done! I was reading this while I was correcting, and I really appreciate you guys more then anything. The kind reviews you left me. I am now truly surprised I didn't get any flames.

Well there were numerous spelling, and error mistakes in this chapter. But once again this is only my second story so I am getting better, and now with my beta, I plan to be a lot more accurate. Thank you Sandy!