Hey everyone! Happy new year. Sorry for not updating...vacation. Anyway, here it goes.

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Actually, the colors were due to a spell. To Ron, it was dark and gray, not to mention depressing. There were tombstones all over, occasionally with a little group of people surrounding it, all crying their eyes out. Ron knew what Jamie saw, for he saw that once too, back when he was in school. That time though, the colors were real. During the war, many of the shop owners were killed. A spell was put over the place in hopes to not scare the younger children visiting. After they became of age, the real Diagon Alley would appear. Ron had most of Harry's old schoolbooks, only showing Jamie around so she would know how to get around. Ron took Jamie back to his house. There they were greeted by Ron's wife Hermione and their four children, the oldest, Jay, was Jamie's age. The other children, Ali, Cody, and Isaac, were 10, 6, and 2 respectively. Although Ron knew all about the wizarding world, Jamie's parents, including their death, he refused to tell her, saying that she had to learn it on her own. The month passed very quickly, as soon they were waiting in line to be sorted.

The first name was called.

"Bailey, Rachel" A nervous girl walked up to the hat an sat under it.

"Hufflepuff" the hat screamed. A sigh of relief was released as she joined her new table.

Jamie felt much better. She watched as her classmates went up and were sorted. Finally, her name was called.

"Potter, Jamie" Jamie walked up to the stool and placed the hat on her head. She was nervous. She had had the hat on for a good twenty seconds and the hat had said nothing. Heck, in some cases the hat didn't even need to touch the kids head! The hat began to speak.

"Uh, Professor Mcgonnagall, care to help me?" The hat sounded shaky, almost if he had no idea what he was doing. Mcgonnagall, who was puzzled, got up from her seat.

"Oh , what is it?" Everyone could tell that she was less than pleased.

"Shut the girls ears" At once, Jamie couldn't hear anything. She decided to count sheep. What else could she do? One...two...forty...sixty...Ok. So about seventy-seven sheep later, she heard 'Gryffendor' shouted as she jumped off the stool onto her table. "Its about time" she thought.

She heard the last of the students be sorted, ending with Jay's sorting into Gryffendor (my, my, what a surprise!) The feast went by without a hitch, as their first class was underway.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts, Professor Malfoy" read Jamie.

"Hey, his son stays with us every school year" said Jay. They walked into the classroom and sat with their fellow first years. The other side was filled with Slytherin first years, snickering as each Gryffendor walked past.

Professor Malfoy walked into the room and slammed down his hand.

"Silence" he demanded. The room went silent. "Welcome to Defence Against the Dark Arts." he began. "Here you will learn to defend yourself against dark magic" He heard laughing from the Slytherin side. He looked up and saw a boy that looked very much like his formal friend, Crabbe. "What do you find so funny about this Mr. Crabbe"

"Well, its just that I could've told you that much" Crabbe was strangely confident.

"Well, Mr. Crabbe, that it happens that some students might no nothing of the sort. That's just the remark that your father would've made."

"My father's dead, Professor."

"Ah, yes, I recall, as most people would say, 'Oh I'm so sorry' I however will not, considering I was the one who killed him." The class was shocked. Crabbe stood up.

"You killed my father!" Crabbe was in rage.

"Yes, I did Mr. Crabbe, but do you know why? Do you know who your father killed?"

"My father wasn't a murderer!"

"Oh yes he was, Mr. Crabbe. He tortured my wife, and then killed her. All in front of me. I then killed him" Crabbe sat down in shock.

Jay spoke up. "But wouldn't he, after killing someone, be put in jail?"

"Ah, yes Mr. Weasley, wouldn't that make sense? Ah, never mind, your father is Ronald Weasley...which would make you Granger's child"

"So...?" Jay was confused.

"Ah, Mr. Weasley, you are destined to be one of the smartest wizards or one of the most stupidest wizards to walk through this school, depending on which parent you are more alike. From the looks of it, you look like a Weasley, your father's a Weasley, so do the math...And...wait, there's only supposed to be one Weasley in here, why did i get cursed with two." He paused. "Oh. Potter. I forgot. Did you know that since the sorting hat became the sorter that never has he needed help from a professor. I would offer a congratulations, but you embarrassed the hat so much, I don't see how I could. Now, I see you haven't inherited any of your father's looks, that's a plus especially for me because had you inherited his hair, you would be sitting in the back row right now because your tangly mess of thick black hair would've been too large for anybody to see over it." That remark got quite a few laughs from the crwod. "Wait a minute. You look like a Weasley, you must be friendly with this Weasley over here..." Malfoy pointed to Jay. "So that means that your mother was..." His tone softened, almost to a point of crying. "Ginny Weasley. Excuse me class, I just remembered that I was due for a meeting with the Headmistress. Don't touch anything, for I will know." He muttered a spell, and left the room. The room flashed orange, then went back to its normal color.

"What was that about?" asked Jay.

"I have no clue" said Jamie. "I mean, if I knew, I'd tell you. I wonder why everyone tears up when my mother is mentioned."

"Beats me. My dad won't tell me anything. Mom's always busy with Issac."

Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was running through the school. He knew his destination. He saw it now. He reached a door, opened it, and climbed the stairs. When he reached the next door, he muttered the password, and walked in. Minerva Mcgonnagall sat at her desk, writing a paper of some sort. She looked up to see a panting Draco Malfoy standing there.

"Why, Draco, don't you have a class to teach?" she asked. Draco moved to the desk and had a seat in the chair.

"I do Minerva, but I can't teach it. Jamie Potter is in the class. I can't look at her. Too many memories arise."

"Well, I seem a bit shocked that a man cannot look at his own daughter."

"What? It's Potter's child."

"No Draco, Jamie Potter is your daughter."

"But...how? She was pregnant when we slept together." Draco was dumbstruck.

"Wrong. Everyone thought she was pregnant when you two slept together. Truth is, she had a miscarriage with Harry's child, but was able to cover it up with your child. Owl Hermione Granger, she'll explain the whole thing."

"Wait, so you're saying that when Harry died, Ginny put so much stress on herself that she lost the baby. Then the night of the funeral, she wanted to still be pregnant, so she slept with me?"

"Basically, but it goes much farther into detail."

"Wait, then how is she in Gryffendor? I mean, you know as well as I do that anyone with Malfoy blood ends up in Slytherin."

"That I do Draco, but the Sorting Hat and I decided it would be best to put her in Gryffendor. She is a Weasley, after all. Also, at the time, I didn't fully believe that you were the father."

"So when did you find out?"

"After the feast, I proceeded to owl Hermione Granger, considering that she was Ginny's best friend. She told me the whole story."

"Oh. But why would'nt Ginny tell me? We were married for four years?"

"Ron."

"Oh."

"Well Draco, feel free to chat with me later, but I believe you have a class to teach."

"Thanks, I'll owl Hermione after the class is over." With that he walked out the door.

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Happy belated new year everyone!