A/N: I don't know why I chose Mya as her nickname but the original Hermione is going to show up later in the story so I don't want them to get mixed up.

Chapter 3: Mom

After everyone had gotten dressed, Harry, Anna, and Mya had used a port key to apparate at Mya's school for her function. Upon arriving, Mya took her place onstage.

"Here are our seats," Harry told Anna. A couple behind them greeted them.

The lights went dim and the audience clapped.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," the hostess said, "and welcome to the 'Just One-Minute' competition. Every student will be given only one minute. To talk about the topic that is dealt to them. Topics will be written on little pieces of paper that are placed in a bowl. Students will choose a topic, and the fun goes on from there."

"Our Lindsay always wins," the woman of the couple behind them said, "She's so talented, you know?"

"I'm sure she is," Harry said.

"Our Lindsay is the best."

"Actually, Mya, my daughter, is also taking part," Harry said, finally getting annoyed.

"She'll come second," the woman said brightly, "Don't worry."

"Thank you," Harry said, as he rolled his eyes.

"Our first contestant is Lindsay Smith," the hostess said. The audience clapped. Lindsay bowed and stepped up to the mike. She picked up a piece of paper from the bowl and read from it.

"My topic is Prayer," she announced to the audience, "Every morning we pray to the lord. Dad says prayers will keep God happy and that He will protect us. Mom says that I'll have good values if I pray and I'll end up with a good life. Ok, thank you."

Her one minute was over and the audience clapped.

"Next we have Hermione Potter," the hostess said.

Mya stepped up to the mike and picked her topic from the bowl. She read the paper and had a frightened sort of look that came over her face.

Harry wondered what was wrong.

"And you time starts now," the hostess said.

Mya still had the same frightened look on her face. It looked like she was stuck. Harry wondered what was wrong, but it all came together with two words...

"A mom..." Mya whispered.

Harry looked at his daughter, with sad eyes. She stood there and couldn't think of anything to say. She never knew her mother...

"A mom is..." she uttered again. Tears streamed down her little face. "I'm sorry," she told the audience and started to walk back but Harry stood up and...

"A mom is...," Harry said, standing up and walking toward the stage, "A mother is someone who loves us so much that sometimes we can't understand it. A mother is someone who makes us realize how good we are. I never knew my mother, but I sure knew yours. Her happiness is in our laughter and sorrow in our sorrow. She is someone we can't live without. She is everything. Only, we don't have her. But you have a father, which I never had. Hmm?" he asked, kneeling down on the stage in front of Mya. She nodded. "Then give me a hug," Harry said, and she did.

The whole audience gave them a standing ovation.

Later on at home, when Harry put Mya to sleep, he went outside to zoom around on his broomstick for a while. I needed to clear his head a bit.

Anna walked outside and motioned for him to step in for a bit. He picked up a basketball and started bouncing it around on the tile floor. He had grown a passion for basketball ever since Muggle sports had been introduced at Hogwarts in his sixth year.

"Harry," she said, wiping the tears away that she had just cried, "Do you remember Mr. Anderson? He called."

"Who's Mr. Anderson?" Harry asked.

"Our old neighbor a few years back. He sent a marriage proposal." She said

"For whom?" Harry asked, playing stupid.

"For me!" she said sarcastically.

"Why don't you except it?" Harry joked.

"Shut up. Anyways, he said the girl is sweet and beautiful, but don't worry, I refused. I did the right thing...didn't I?" she asked, hoping for another answer.

"Yes," he said, disappointing her.

"I did the right thing?"

"Yes."

"I was right?"

"Yes, Anna."

"Well then, I must have done the right thing. I never do anything wrong," Anna said flatly, as she walked over to sit down on a bench, "So what if the girl is sweet and beautiful? Everyone is beautiful these days. Who wants to get married? Mr. Anderson has gone mad. Keeps sending me proposals. Why doesn't he get married himself?"

Harry walked over and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Just leave me alone," she said. But instead, she rested her head on his shoulders.

"What's wrong, Anna?"

"I don't know, Harry. I just find your family incomplete."

"It's yours too."

"Well, I find this family incomplete."

"Why? You are here. I am here. Mya is here. I don't find it incomplete."

"Ashley was like my daughter-in-law, and now when I go out with my friends, all they do is complain about their daughter-in-laws. I can't even do that."

"Oh no," Harry joked, "This is a very big problem. So you mean to tell me that you need a daughter-in-law to complain about?"
"No. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy, Anna."

"So you won't marry again?"

Harry got up. "Anna, we live once, die once, get married once...and love once. We don't do these again."

"You are fine, but what about Mya?"

"Why? What's wrong with her?"

"You don't feel she needs a mother?"

"She's okay," Harry mumbled, with tears in his eyes. "I lived without one. She's just fine. Because she's got something which even I don't have. Her mother's letters."

A/N: Hope you liked it...things will probably start to clear up in the next two chapters.