a/n: well people r getting ideas. keep reading to see if ur right!

Sari woke up the next day in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory. She opened her eyes and looked at her clock. She had a half an hour till breakfast. She decided to get ready quick this morning so she could see her parents in the Great Hall.

"I swear Hermione! That hat talks too much for its own good" Harry exclaimed. He paced around his room with Hermione sitting on his bed. "Did she say Potter? How come I don't believe that" Harry said mimicking the sorting hat. "And a mind of a Malfoy! Where did that come from?"

"Harry calm down" Hermione tried to say. "No, I can't calm down. We're gonna tell her as soon as possible! I don't wanna become one of those parents on t.v. where they keep secrets from their kids and when they finally tell them at like, 16, 18 years old, the kid turns the tables and makes the parent the bad guy!" Hermione tried to comprehend what Harry had just said.

"And! Malfoy has a kid already! That's just bloody briliant isn't it? So when we tell him, Sari will have a half brother. Sari will never forgive us if we tell her when she's 16 years old when she'll be old enough to 'understand'." Hermione just sat there, silent. She tried to figure everything out while Harry ranted.

"I have an idea" Hermione said softly. Harry stopped talking and looked at his wife. "You do?" Hermione nodded. "I think so. Hopefully it works. So you tell Sari and I'll tell Draco. We'll both tell them on the same night. And if they get angry and storm off, we'll put a spell on them that'll pull Sari and Draco together."

Harry thought about this. "It's worth a try" Harry sighed. Hermione nodded and stood up. "We should get ready for breakfast" she said. Harry nodded.

Sari was at the Gryffindor table with Paris Brown and Nichole Patil.(i coun't think about any other names!) "Oh my gosh. Professer Malfoy is like, so cute" Paris said. Nichole nodded. "Yup. So is his son. Nathen. And word in the girl's bathroom is, he has a thing for you Sarian."

Sari rolled her eyes. "Puh-leez. Me and Malfoy? That won't happen even if I wanted it to." Nichole gaped at Sari's response. It looked like she was gonna slap Sari. Paris saw this so she changed the subject. "So...um..Sari. Why don't you look like your dad?" Sari thought about this. Many people had noticed that. She didn't even know herself. So she shrugged.

The three girls stayed silent. Sari stood up and grabbed her bag, heading to her first class: Potions.

When Sari entered the dungons she felt something she never felt before. Welcome. She felt like she belonged here. Like she'd been here before. She entered the potion's classroom and took a seat in the front. Draco was in the front of the classroom, waiting for the other students to come in.

He glanced at Sari. He expected to see bright green eyes, but instead he saw steely grey ones. Since the first time he saw her, he thought she was his. But alas, she was Potter's. Even if she looks nothing like him? Definetly not. Or yes? The sorting hat did say she had half a mind of a Malfoy.

His thoughts went to Hermione. In sixth year, they were together, intimently and psychologically. (is that how you spell it. u no me, a very bad speller) After a few months, they broke up and she went to Potter. Now she has a family. He went back to Sari. But how could she be a Potter if she looks like a Malfoy.

(I'm trying my best to capitalize proper nouns. My 'shift' button is a little busted.) He stopped his thoughts when he saw all the students seated. "Uh, welcome. I am Professer Malfoy and this is Potion's class year one..."

At the end of the day. . .

Sari stopped by the Transfiguration class to talk to Hermione. She stopped and listened to the screaming and yelling she heard going on inside.

"Hermione, I can't live like this" she heard her dad say, "We need to tell her. We can't wait until she's old enough to 'understand'." "I know Harry but she'll hate us if we tell her." "She'll hate us if we don't tell her! She'll hate the fact that all these years, she was living under the wrong name!"

Sari was puzzled at what her parents were aruguing about. "And we need to tell him too." "No. We can't tell him. He won't understand and won't accept Sari." "How can he? She's his flesh and blood!" "Either way. He already has a kid of his own. I don't think he wants another one." "HERMIONE! She's a Malfoy goddamnit. And weither he likes it or not, Sari is and always will be Sarian Malfoy!"

Sari gasped. Well, that explained everything. Obviously Sari's parents heard her. Everything went quiet. The door opened and Harry came out. He saw Sari standing at the door, flushed. A tear came down Sari's face. Then another and another. Sari sobbed quietly and when Hermione came out, she stopped.

Hermione went to Sari and came down to her eye level. Hermione saw hurt, betrayl and decivment. Sari looked into her mother's eyes and saw...nothing. Sari slapped Hermione in the face. Hermione's eyes widened and stood up. She slapped Sari's face as well. Sari gasped again and started punching Hermione's stomach.

Sari didn't cause Hermione any harm. (I got that from Uptown Girls!) Sari continued to punch Hermione but stopped quickly and hugged her. Hermione went down and hugged her daughter back. "Why" was all Sari could say. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry" Hermione said, silently stroking Sari's hair. "We feel so bad about keeping this from you" Harry said. Sari let go of Hermione and looked at Harry.

She saw harry in a different light now. She no longer saw the fun loving father she used to see. Just a family friend. Like Ron. He wasn't really her uncle. Just a family friend she got used to calling uncle. Sari stepped back and without saying a word, she ran away.

Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Hermione shook her head and left for her room. Harry followed. No one. Not one of them knew that they were being watched. Watched by Nathen Malfoy.

a/n: uh oh! what'll happen? read and review plz!