Love connection
Author: take a wild guess ;)
Genre: Romance
Rating: Er, I guess PG-13. *shrugs* I dunno. Tell me if it needs to be lower. I don't make good judgement.
Key words: Harry, Hermione, future
Summary: Hermione and Harry had a little too much to drink one night and soon she left her flat that she shared with her two best friends for an unknown reason. Harry lives on, though heartbroken, and accepts the job as the DADA teacher. But what happens when he meets a 1st year who looks strikingly familiar?
Disclaimer: I own my characters and J.K. owns hers. Simple enough, eh?
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Chapter 1: I think I know her
~*~ Flashback~*~
Hermione opened her brown eyes and hissed at the sun shining in her eyes. She made a mental note to close her blinds before she fell asleep. Hermione went to sit up but found that she had such a bad headache that she had to fall back onto the navy blue pillows, staring at the white walls.
"What the hell?" Hermione muttered, raising her hand to cradle her forehead. She noticed that her arm wasn't covered by her long-sleeved PJ top, which was odd because she always slept with a long-sleeved shirt. Hermione shrugged it off and turned her face into the pillows. Suddenly, she realized that the pillows weren't neither the scent, fluffiness, or the color that they had been that previous night. Then she realized that the window in her bedroom was across from her bed, not next to it. Also, she had light blue curtains and not blinds. When Hermione opened her eyes more, she began to realize that her walls weren't either white or bare. They were a nice light green and had pictures on them. Hermione, in confusion, rolled over and screamed at the sight of Harry's sleeping form.
"Oh my God!" Hermione cried out, leaping out of the bed, pulling the comforter with her. Harry woke up and screamed as well.
"What are you doing in my room, Hermione!? Your's is down the hall!" Harry yelled, sitting up and holding a sheet up to himself.
"I have no idea what I'm doing in here!" Hermione said back, pulling the comforter tighter around herself. Harry and Hermione suddenly blushed.
"Do you think?" Harry asked, suddenly nervous. Hermione spotted her shirt and jeans on the floor, her bra on a chair across from her. She nodded slowly. With a gulp, she spoke.
"Okay, let's use logic here. We had some drinks and things got a little out of," Hermione paused and looked around the room before looking back at him, "hand. Nothing probably will happen so it'll all be fine. We can just forget this ever happened. After all, thousands of people have this happen to them all the time. Now I just got to find one and ask what they do after they realize it." Hermione sank to the ground, pulling her knees to her chest. She placed her forehead on the navy blue comforter that covered her knees and began banging her head on it.
"Don't freak out Hermione!" Harry said, wrapping his arms around her. She looked up and was thankful to see he had put on pants. She sighed and allowed him to embrace her.
"Can we forget about this?" Hermione asked, a few tears coming from her brown eyes. Harry pulled away from her and wiped one of her tears away.
"Of course. No matter what, we'll never speak of this again." Harry promised.
~*~ End of Flashback~*~
Hermione sighed at the memory that haunted her so much. It had been nearly twelve years since that night and Hermione never let it leave her mind since it happened. What is this it you ask?
The day she left her flat with Ron and Harry because she was pregnant with Harry's child.
"Mum! Watch the road!" 11-year-old Perdita yelled at her mother from her passenger seat.
"Sorry sweetie. I don't know where my head was." Hermione replied to her child. Perdita rolled her amber eyes that were speckled with green. Perdita had her mother's hair color with streaks of a red color thrown here and there, but it wasn't as bushy as Hermione's had been. Although, that wasn't saying it was tame.
"It's on your shoulders and connected to your neck, there it belongs. It's your brain that's wondering." Perdita replied smartly. Hermione just looked at her daughter and smiled. Perdita was just like she was, only braver. Unlike her mother, Perdita would often climb the tallest trees in their backyard and then hang upside down from the branches, unafraid of falling. Then she'd jump down and if she hurt herself, she'd cry very little, mend it with a band aid or something, and then go off doing something else, acting the whole time like nothing happened.
It wasn't very often that she cried for more then half of a minute. The longest she ever cried was when she was born, and that was no more then a quarter of an hour. The doctors thought it odd but Hermione didn't. In her daughter was the bravery of Harry.
"Perdita darling, don't forget to take in your stuff when we get home." Hermione reminded her daughter as she turned down their street. Although Perdita was well aware that her mother was a witch and she might be, too, she still enjoyed going shopping at muggle places, which meant muggle traveling. She preferred Floo Powder but one would be lucky to find a muggle that wasn't scared at the sight of a person appearing in their fireplace.
"Alright, mother." Perdita said when they parked in their driveway, opening the back door and taking her various shopping bags out of the back. Hermione grabbed a few and they went into their house, where they were greeted by Hermione's husband, Cameron.
"How was the shopping trip, girls?" Cameron asked, giving Hermione a kiss at her entrance. Perdita shrugged at his question and dumped her things onto the couch. He gave her a stern look. "Perdita, the living room isn't a place to come home and dump your things. Go put then in your room." Cameron ordered. Perdita just looked at him and then at her mother.
"Perdita, please go put your things in your room." Hermione said, seeing the tension between her husband and daughter.
"Alright, mum." Perdita said, glaring at Cameron at the reference to her mother.
She was aware that Cameron wasn't her father, for Hermione and Cameron were married when Perdita was nine. She acted like a typical child with her stepfather by disregarding him and not listening. Her favorite thing to do when Cameron ordered her around was reply 'I don't have to listen to you. You're not my father'. Of course, Cameron would reply 'You don't know who he is, anyways' which would make Perdita angry and stomp away. These arguments only happened when Hermione wasn't around because Perdita feared she'd hurt her mothers feelings if her father was mentioned. Whenever Perdita would ask about him, Hermione would get teary-eyed and reply 'I'll tell you when you're older.' After ten years of it, Perdita gave up.
"Hermione, why won't she ever listen to me?" Cameron asked when Perdita had shut her door from the upstairs.
"It's just a phase. When she gets older she'll realize that she needs you and she'll respect you." Hermione answered.
"When's older? When I'm dead?" Cameron asked. Hermione laughed and kissed him cheek.
"Maybe." She said playfully. Cameron just looked at her and she laughed again, walking over to the couch and sitting down, shopping bags around her feet. Hermione sighed and laid back onto the couch. Trying to get Cameron and Perdita to stop fighting was like reasoning with Ron; simply impossible. She had attempted to get them to get along but it seemed like Perdita wouldn't accept anyone but her father, although she had never meet Harry. Perdita didn't even KNOW she was the daughter of the famous Harry Potter. Hermione found it especially ironic that Perdita was fascinated with Harry, so much that she read everything she could on him. But none of them ever said that Harry had a child so Hermione didn't care. Not many people in the world knew that Perdita Granger was really, by blood, Perdita Potter. Of course, Harry didn't know about Perdita and Hermione hoped he never would! She was going to keep her secret, even if it meant never seeing him again!
"Mum!" Perdita cried from upstairs, sounding excited. Hermione looked over at Cameron, who was reading a book, and then got up, walking up the stairs. Before she even got to the middle, Perdita came charging out of her room, jumping up and down and holding something in her hand. Hermione gasped. "Mum, I'm going to Hogwarts! Mum I'm a witch!" Perdita cried happily, shoving her letter at her mother. Hermione smiled and enveloped her daughter in a hug, the two excited. Cameron just looked up from his book, not even interested. Although he was a wizard, he didn't see any excitement in his stepdaughter going to the best school in the world for teaching wizarding. He knew that Perdita was going to be a witch for Hermione had told him that the father was a wizard and it wasn't too likely that Perdita would be a Squib.
"We'll have to go to Diagon Alley to get your books and things. Oh, this is so exciting! My little Perdita going to Hogwarts! That's where I had the best experiences of my life! Even ask your godfather, he knows every one of them to boot." Hermione said, referring to Ron. Hermione kept in touch with Ron and he was there for her at Perdita's birth. But Hermione had made him swear on penalty of hex, that he wouldn't ever tell Harry about Perdita. In fact, he and his wife were the only people not related to Hermione that she told only because she trusted them with her life.
"Can we go now?" Perdita pushed, looking at her mom with excitement. Hermione looked over her shoulder to Cameron, who just shrugged.
"Go if you want." Cameron replied. Hermione looked at Perdita and nodded. The girl squealed and sprinted back into her room, grabbing her purse and then looking at her mother.
"Ready." She said with a grin. Hermione just smiled and grabbed her own purse, kissing Cameron before the two grabbed some Floo Powder and ending up in Diagon Alley.
"I'm so excited." Perdita said, jumping up and down. Hermione laughed. She could defiantly see Harry in her daughter if anything else.
"Let's go get your books." Hermione said, pushing her daughter through the crowd of people. When they entered Florish and Blotts, there were a few students crowding it but not too many.
"Go figure Hermione Granger would come here first." A male voice said. Hermione grinned and rushed forward to hug Ron and his wife Lavender.
"Uncle Ron!" Perdita cried, jumping up into his arms. Ron laughed, as did the other two girls.
"Hey Perdita." Ron's son, Jeremy, greeted. He was the same age as Perdita and was entering Hogwarts as well.
Lavender and Ron had married right out of Hogwarts and had their first son, Vince, when Lavender was 19. Harry and Hermione decided to move in with them to help them with their children as soon as Lavender had their daughter a year later, Jamie. Lavender was upset when Hermione left because it was the exact day of Hermione's 21st birthday and they never got a chance to take Hermione shopping and such all day like she had planned. In fact, Hermione had had Lavender hold her hand while waiting for the pregnancy test. Harry was out looking at brooms when Hermione packed up and left that morning, leaving a one month pregnant best friend behind.
"Are you ever going to tell Harry?" Lavender asked as the two girls walked around. Hermione's brown eyes got wide.
"Are you NUTS!? It's been years since we last talked! How would you feel if you got a letter saying something like 'How are you? I'm fine. I just wanted to tell you that you have a daughter and she's going to Hogwarts. So, how's work?' I think I'd be a bit freaked!" Hermione cried.
"Whoa, chill OUT! Perdita could have heard you just now!" Lavender said, trying to shush her friend. Hermione sighed and shook her head slowly.
"I'm sorry, Lav. I'm just a bit stressed. I keep on thinking that Harry will show up and he'll see me and Perdita and know right away that she's his." Hermione replied. Lavender put a reassuring arm around Hermoine's shoulders.
"If you don't think about it, it won't happen. I promise." Lavender said. Hermione nodded and they returned to their children.
They spent the evening shopping and having fun. The two older Weasley kids gave their brother and friend advice about Hogwarts while the adults just talked.
"Get up, mum! Up!" Perdita cried happily, nearly jumping for joy. It was the first and she was completely over excited. She had woken up at 5 and checked a billion times to make sure she had everything.
"Can't your daughter be normal and hate school?" Cameron grumbled. Perdita stuck her tongue out at him in her response.
"This isn't just school, Cameron! This is HOGWARTS! The best school ever! And I'm going to it today!" Perdita declared happily. Hermoine just smiled and rolled over.
"Alright darling, let's go." She said, sliding out of bed. Perdita squealed in delight and ran downstairs, looking over her things once more. Ron, Lavender, and Hermione bought Perdita and Jeremy an owl each for their pets. Perdita named her beautiful snowy one Ella while Jeremy named his brown one Richard. Perdita thought the name was stupid but he just fired back that Ella was dumber.
"I can't wait to go! I'm so excited." Perdita said as they drove off to the train station. Hermoine convinced her family that driving was the best way to get there because since Perdita got them up so early, it was worth taking their time to get there.
"Hello, Hermione dear!" an aged Mrs. Weasley greeted as Hermoine helped unload Perdita's trunk from the trunk.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione replied. Most of the Weasley boys and Ginny were with her, their redheaded children running about. "Where's Mr. Weasley and Percy?"
"Swamped with work, both of them. Percy dropped Stephen and Kaitlyn off early because he wanted to get back to work and as usual Bill and Charlie are sending this children to some school elsewhere and are too busy to see their nieces and nephews off." Mrs. Weasley replied warmly.
"That's Percy. Always working." George muttered.
"Can't even see his own kids off." Fred added, putting his arm around Christen's shoulder, the 4th year looking up and smiling at his father.
"Can't you two lay off? He's your brother." Angelina said, Alicia nodding.
"By some default, I'm sure." George replied. Angelina and Alicia rolled their eyes.
"Well, let's get going. The train leaves promptly." Ginny announced. Everyone nodded and ran through the barrier. Ginny and Colin (A/N: I couldn't think of anyone besides him because I need there to be a Malfoy who isn't related to the Weasley's) had a son but he was still too young to go to school.
"Bye mum!" Perdita cried, throwing her arms around her mothers neck and kissing her cheek.
"Have fun, sweetie." Hermione replied. Perdita looked at Cameron and just nodded. Jamie grabbed Perdita's hand and they ran off onto the train. Hermoine sighed as she watched Perdita go off with the Weasley children.
"It's so wonderful to see them off for the first time, isn't it?" Mrs. Weasley said to Hermoine, who smiled. Everyone waited until the train was gone then left themselves.
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"Professor Potter!" A child at the back of the room called.
"Yes, Miss Mun?" Harry Potter replied, looking at the 4th year girl.
"Can't we have a free day? No one feels like working. Professor Snape already loaded us with homework." She asked. Harry smiled slightly at her request. He knew exactly how his class felt but he didn't want to be a push-over. Some of his students thought they could use his DADA class as a blow off seeing as how he was the youngest teacher but he wanted to be taken seriously.
"As much as I know how not fun it is, I'm afraid I cannot. We have a lot to cover this year." Harry said. There was a collected groan from his students, making him feel bad. "Listen, as much as I want to, I don't want you all thinking you can just push me over all the time because I know what it feels like to have all of your teachers. I'd get disrespected by my fellow staff and it's hard to work in a place where you're not respected. But I'll make you a promise." Harry told them. They all looked hopefully at him. "At the end of every week I'll let you have some free time." The whole class cheered happily. Harry smiled to himself and leaned against his desk. He knew his students liked him the best.
When the bell rung, Harry sat down and waited for his first years to come in. He knew Jeremy would be in this class because he was having his Gryffindor/Slytherin class now and he was proud to see him sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of his cousins and family. When Jeremy entered, he had three other children with him. One was a dark skinned boy by the name of Samuel Thomas, the son of Dean Thomas, and black haired girl by the name of Kelly Vent, if he remembered correctly. But the other girl didn't place with any of the names of the students sorted the night before. He figured that she was probably one of the ones that was sorted while he was talking to Professor McGonagall about becoming the Quidditch ref while Madam Hooch was out with a broken leg that she got just two days prior. But, something about this young girl seemed so very familiar.
"Hey Harry... I mean Professor Potter!" Jeremy greeted happily.
"You can call me Harry when no one else is around. But around staff and students, I'm still Harry." He said in a quiet voice. Jeremy smiled and walked to a seat with Samuel, Kelly and the other girl sitting at a table right in front of them. Harry watched as the students filled into the class room, trying to place each with his or her name that was announced at sorting. There were a few he couldn't seem to place but he figured he got most of them right.
"Alright, everyone sit down and settle." Harry called to his class, trying to catch their attention as the bell sounded. "Welcome to your first day of the Defense Against the Dark Arts and might I also say welcome to Hogwarts. Now, some of you right away might be thinking 'look, there's a young teacher. He'll lay off on us!' but you're wrong. Sure, I may give in once in a while because I've had every one of your teachers and I know how they're like, but you can't push me over. I'm your teacher and I plan on teaching you how to defend yourself and others if you ever come across anything vile. Any questions?" Harry asked. Right away, a hand of a girl shot up.
"Can we see your scar?" She asked.
"Will you tell us how you got it!" A boy in the corner called.
"Tell us how you defeated the Dark Lord!"
"What was it like?"
"Are you really the Boy-Who-Lived? Aren't you really the Man-Who-Lived-Twice, now?"
"Why are you still single?"
"Because he's been waiting for the perfect girl!"
"How romantic!"
"How pathetic!"
"Okay, that was a bad idea, but I'll answer every question." He lifted his bangs and showed the class his scar. They all studied it with interest, even some of the Slytherin's. He dropped his bangs and continued. "I got it because of the Dark Lord, I defeated him with magic and almost killing myself, it was horrifying but thrilling, yes, I guess I am the Man-Who-Lived-Twice seeing as how I survived the killing curse twice, and I'm not single as of this summer when I got married. Now, any questions relating to the class?" He asked. No one rose their hands. He smiled and caved. "Alright, any more questions about my personal life?"
"What's her name?" Asked the girl from before.
"Well, Miss Jones, her name is Cho. We've been together for seven years."
"Any kids?" Harry shook his head.
"But you're 33! Shouldn't you have at least one child? Someone to carry on the Potter name?" At that, Harry thought. Was he really 33? Did he really miss so many years? He knew that Cho wanted to have kids but had become discouraged when she had a miscarriage with her last husband which earned her a divorce because it was her third one.
Harry finally calmed down his class and he took role. About half way down, he stopped. "Perdita–Granger?" Harry called. 'There is no way. For her to have a child this age, she'd've had to had her a while after she left us. It must just be a popular last name.' Harry thought to himself.
"Here." Called the girl he didn't recognize. Harry marked her there and continued. He smiled slightly when he called out the name 'Hunter Malfoy', which belonged to a boy with blonde hair and steel gray eyes.
"Miss Granger, would you mind staying a couple of seconds after class?" Harry asked after role was done. She looked at her friends, slightly paled. Kelly shrugged as did the other two. When that time came, Kelly walked up to the desk with Perdita.
"This won't take long, Miss Vent." Harry told the girl. She took one last look at her friend as if she was dying and walked off to the other two.
"What did I do?" Perdita asked, scared. Harry laughed.
"Nothing, nothing. I just wanted to know if you were related to a friend of mine because of your last name. What are your parents names?" Harry asked. It suddenly hit him that if she WAS Hermione's daughter her last name wouldn't be Granger, but it was too late for him not asking.
"Oh." Perdita let out a sigh of relief. "My mum's name is Hermione Granger." She said. Harry looked at her, waiting for her to finish.
"And your father?" He said.
"Forgive me for being terribly forward, Professor Potter, but I'm a–a bastard child. I never meet my father and my mum won't tell me who is it, thus why I have her last name. She did get married but I refused to take on his name." Perdita said. Harry looked at her then nodded.
"Yeah, I went to school with your mum. We were good friends." Harry told her. "Well, you may go now." Harry said. Perdita nodded and ran off.
"What was that about?" Sam asked.
"He wanted to know about my mum. Apparently, they were friends." Perdita replied.
"Yeah, you knew that already. That's the Harry that dad always talks about." Jeremy told her. Perdita suddenly remembered.
"That's him?" She said, pointing behind her shoulder.
"Yeah." Jeremy replied. Perdita shrugged and they walked on to Transfigurations.
~*~ Dinner~*~
Harry sat at the table, thinking about what Perdita had told him. He was surprised that Ron never told him that Hermoine had gotten married. Actually, now that he thought about it, Ron never said ANYTHING about Hermione. It was like Hermione was dead or something. But he knew that Ron still saw Hermione because there were a few pictures of her around Ron's house, although every one had only the Weasley family in it, never hinting that there was anyone in her life at all.
"'Arry!" Hagrid said for the four time, poking Harry. He turned and looked at his friend.
"Yes? What were you saying?" Harry replied.
"You 'aven't touched yer food. Somethin' wrong?" Hagrid asked. Harry looked over at Perdita, who was talking with her friends, and then shook his head.
"Oh, I'm just not hungry." He replied. Hagrid studied him and then went back to eating, Harry returning to thinking. Suddenly, he stood up and dashed out of the Great Hall, everyone watching him.
"What's with him?" McGonagall asked Hagrid, who shrugged.
-end of chapter! GAH WAS THAT LONG! I mean LONG! 11 pages! Well, tell me what you think!!!!! And sorry about the OCC with McGonagall there but yeah, I just randomly but a teachers name there. Lol! Please review!
3 Serenity
Author: take a wild guess ;)
Genre: Romance
Rating: Er, I guess PG-13. *shrugs* I dunno. Tell me if it needs to be lower. I don't make good judgement.
Key words: Harry, Hermione, future
Summary: Hermione and Harry had a little too much to drink one night and soon she left her flat that she shared with her two best friends for an unknown reason. Harry lives on, though heartbroken, and accepts the job as the DADA teacher. But what happens when he meets a 1st year who looks strikingly familiar?
Disclaimer: I own my characters and J.K. owns hers. Simple enough, eh?
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Chapter 1: I think I know her
~*~ Flashback~*~
Hermione opened her brown eyes and hissed at the sun shining in her eyes. She made a mental note to close her blinds before she fell asleep. Hermione went to sit up but found that she had such a bad headache that she had to fall back onto the navy blue pillows, staring at the white walls.
"What the hell?" Hermione muttered, raising her hand to cradle her forehead. She noticed that her arm wasn't covered by her long-sleeved PJ top, which was odd because she always slept with a long-sleeved shirt. Hermione shrugged it off and turned her face into the pillows. Suddenly, she realized that the pillows weren't neither the scent, fluffiness, or the color that they had been that previous night. Then she realized that the window in her bedroom was across from her bed, not next to it. Also, she had light blue curtains and not blinds. When Hermione opened her eyes more, she began to realize that her walls weren't either white or bare. They were a nice light green and had pictures on them. Hermione, in confusion, rolled over and screamed at the sight of Harry's sleeping form.
"Oh my God!" Hermione cried out, leaping out of the bed, pulling the comforter with her. Harry woke up and screamed as well.
"What are you doing in my room, Hermione!? Your's is down the hall!" Harry yelled, sitting up and holding a sheet up to himself.
"I have no idea what I'm doing in here!" Hermione said back, pulling the comforter tighter around herself. Harry and Hermione suddenly blushed.
"Do you think?" Harry asked, suddenly nervous. Hermione spotted her shirt and jeans on the floor, her bra on a chair across from her. She nodded slowly. With a gulp, she spoke.
"Okay, let's use logic here. We had some drinks and things got a little out of," Hermione paused and looked around the room before looking back at him, "hand. Nothing probably will happen so it'll all be fine. We can just forget this ever happened. After all, thousands of people have this happen to them all the time. Now I just got to find one and ask what they do after they realize it." Hermione sank to the ground, pulling her knees to her chest. She placed her forehead on the navy blue comforter that covered her knees and began banging her head on it.
"Don't freak out Hermione!" Harry said, wrapping his arms around her. She looked up and was thankful to see he had put on pants. She sighed and allowed him to embrace her.
"Can we forget about this?" Hermione asked, a few tears coming from her brown eyes. Harry pulled away from her and wiped one of her tears away.
"Of course. No matter what, we'll never speak of this again." Harry promised.
~*~ End of Flashback~*~
Hermione sighed at the memory that haunted her so much. It had been nearly twelve years since that night and Hermione never let it leave her mind since it happened. What is this it you ask?
The day she left her flat with Ron and Harry because she was pregnant with Harry's child.
"Mum! Watch the road!" 11-year-old Perdita yelled at her mother from her passenger seat.
"Sorry sweetie. I don't know where my head was." Hermione replied to her child. Perdita rolled her amber eyes that were speckled with green. Perdita had her mother's hair color with streaks of a red color thrown here and there, but it wasn't as bushy as Hermione's had been. Although, that wasn't saying it was tame.
"It's on your shoulders and connected to your neck, there it belongs. It's your brain that's wondering." Perdita replied smartly. Hermione just looked at her daughter and smiled. Perdita was just like she was, only braver. Unlike her mother, Perdita would often climb the tallest trees in their backyard and then hang upside down from the branches, unafraid of falling. Then she'd jump down and if she hurt herself, she'd cry very little, mend it with a band aid or something, and then go off doing something else, acting the whole time like nothing happened.
It wasn't very often that she cried for more then half of a minute. The longest she ever cried was when she was born, and that was no more then a quarter of an hour. The doctors thought it odd but Hermione didn't. In her daughter was the bravery of Harry.
"Perdita darling, don't forget to take in your stuff when we get home." Hermione reminded her daughter as she turned down their street. Although Perdita was well aware that her mother was a witch and she might be, too, she still enjoyed going shopping at muggle places, which meant muggle traveling. She preferred Floo Powder but one would be lucky to find a muggle that wasn't scared at the sight of a person appearing in their fireplace.
"Alright, mother." Perdita said when they parked in their driveway, opening the back door and taking her various shopping bags out of the back. Hermione grabbed a few and they went into their house, where they were greeted by Hermione's husband, Cameron.
"How was the shopping trip, girls?" Cameron asked, giving Hermione a kiss at her entrance. Perdita shrugged at his question and dumped her things onto the couch. He gave her a stern look. "Perdita, the living room isn't a place to come home and dump your things. Go put then in your room." Cameron ordered. Perdita just looked at him and then at her mother.
"Perdita, please go put your things in your room." Hermione said, seeing the tension between her husband and daughter.
"Alright, mum." Perdita said, glaring at Cameron at the reference to her mother.
She was aware that Cameron wasn't her father, for Hermione and Cameron were married when Perdita was nine. She acted like a typical child with her stepfather by disregarding him and not listening. Her favorite thing to do when Cameron ordered her around was reply 'I don't have to listen to you. You're not my father'. Of course, Cameron would reply 'You don't know who he is, anyways' which would make Perdita angry and stomp away. These arguments only happened when Hermione wasn't around because Perdita feared she'd hurt her mothers feelings if her father was mentioned. Whenever Perdita would ask about him, Hermione would get teary-eyed and reply 'I'll tell you when you're older.' After ten years of it, Perdita gave up.
"Hermione, why won't she ever listen to me?" Cameron asked when Perdita had shut her door from the upstairs.
"It's just a phase. When she gets older she'll realize that she needs you and she'll respect you." Hermione answered.
"When's older? When I'm dead?" Cameron asked. Hermione laughed and kissed him cheek.
"Maybe." She said playfully. Cameron just looked at her and she laughed again, walking over to the couch and sitting down, shopping bags around her feet. Hermione sighed and laid back onto the couch. Trying to get Cameron and Perdita to stop fighting was like reasoning with Ron; simply impossible. She had attempted to get them to get along but it seemed like Perdita wouldn't accept anyone but her father, although she had never meet Harry. Perdita didn't even KNOW she was the daughter of the famous Harry Potter. Hermione found it especially ironic that Perdita was fascinated with Harry, so much that she read everything she could on him. But none of them ever said that Harry had a child so Hermione didn't care. Not many people in the world knew that Perdita Granger was really, by blood, Perdita Potter. Of course, Harry didn't know about Perdita and Hermione hoped he never would! She was going to keep her secret, even if it meant never seeing him again!
"Mum!" Perdita cried from upstairs, sounding excited. Hermione looked over at Cameron, who was reading a book, and then got up, walking up the stairs. Before she even got to the middle, Perdita came charging out of her room, jumping up and down and holding something in her hand. Hermione gasped. "Mum, I'm going to Hogwarts! Mum I'm a witch!" Perdita cried happily, shoving her letter at her mother. Hermione smiled and enveloped her daughter in a hug, the two excited. Cameron just looked up from his book, not even interested. Although he was a wizard, he didn't see any excitement in his stepdaughter going to the best school in the world for teaching wizarding. He knew that Perdita was going to be a witch for Hermione had told him that the father was a wizard and it wasn't too likely that Perdita would be a Squib.
"We'll have to go to Diagon Alley to get your books and things. Oh, this is so exciting! My little Perdita going to Hogwarts! That's where I had the best experiences of my life! Even ask your godfather, he knows every one of them to boot." Hermione said, referring to Ron. Hermione kept in touch with Ron and he was there for her at Perdita's birth. But Hermione had made him swear on penalty of hex, that he wouldn't ever tell Harry about Perdita. In fact, he and his wife were the only people not related to Hermione that she told only because she trusted them with her life.
"Can we go now?" Perdita pushed, looking at her mom with excitement. Hermione looked over her shoulder to Cameron, who just shrugged.
"Go if you want." Cameron replied. Hermione looked at Perdita and nodded. The girl squealed and sprinted back into her room, grabbing her purse and then looking at her mother.
"Ready." She said with a grin. Hermione just smiled and grabbed her own purse, kissing Cameron before the two grabbed some Floo Powder and ending up in Diagon Alley.
"I'm so excited." Perdita said, jumping up and down. Hermione laughed. She could defiantly see Harry in her daughter if anything else.
"Let's go get your books." Hermione said, pushing her daughter through the crowd of people. When they entered Florish and Blotts, there were a few students crowding it but not too many.
"Go figure Hermione Granger would come here first." A male voice said. Hermione grinned and rushed forward to hug Ron and his wife Lavender.
"Uncle Ron!" Perdita cried, jumping up into his arms. Ron laughed, as did the other two girls.
"Hey Perdita." Ron's son, Jeremy, greeted. He was the same age as Perdita and was entering Hogwarts as well.
Lavender and Ron had married right out of Hogwarts and had their first son, Vince, when Lavender was 19. Harry and Hermione decided to move in with them to help them with their children as soon as Lavender had their daughter a year later, Jamie. Lavender was upset when Hermione left because it was the exact day of Hermione's 21st birthday and they never got a chance to take Hermione shopping and such all day like she had planned. In fact, Hermione had had Lavender hold her hand while waiting for the pregnancy test. Harry was out looking at brooms when Hermione packed up and left that morning, leaving a one month pregnant best friend behind.
"Are you ever going to tell Harry?" Lavender asked as the two girls walked around. Hermione's brown eyes got wide.
"Are you NUTS!? It's been years since we last talked! How would you feel if you got a letter saying something like 'How are you? I'm fine. I just wanted to tell you that you have a daughter and she's going to Hogwarts. So, how's work?' I think I'd be a bit freaked!" Hermione cried.
"Whoa, chill OUT! Perdita could have heard you just now!" Lavender said, trying to shush her friend. Hermione sighed and shook her head slowly.
"I'm sorry, Lav. I'm just a bit stressed. I keep on thinking that Harry will show up and he'll see me and Perdita and know right away that she's his." Hermione replied. Lavender put a reassuring arm around Hermoine's shoulders.
"If you don't think about it, it won't happen. I promise." Lavender said. Hermione nodded and they returned to their children.
They spent the evening shopping and having fun. The two older Weasley kids gave their brother and friend advice about Hogwarts while the adults just talked.
"Get up, mum! Up!" Perdita cried happily, nearly jumping for joy. It was the first and she was completely over excited. She had woken up at 5 and checked a billion times to make sure she had everything.
"Can't your daughter be normal and hate school?" Cameron grumbled. Perdita stuck her tongue out at him in her response.
"This isn't just school, Cameron! This is HOGWARTS! The best school ever! And I'm going to it today!" Perdita declared happily. Hermoine just smiled and rolled over.
"Alright darling, let's go." She said, sliding out of bed. Perdita squealed in delight and ran downstairs, looking over her things once more. Ron, Lavender, and Hermione bought Perdita and Jeremy an owl each for their pets. Perdita named her beautiful snowy one Ella while Jeremy named his brown one Richard. Perdita thought the name was stupid but he just fired back that Ella was dumber.
"I can't wait to go! I'm so excited." Perdita said as they drove off to the train station. Hermoine convinced her family that driving was the best way to get there because since Perdita got them up so early, it was worth taking their time to get there.
"Hello, Hermione dear!" an aged Mrs. Weasley greeted as Hermoine helped unload Perdita's trunk from the trunk.
"Hello, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione replied. Most of the Weasley boys and Ginny were with her, their redheaded children running about. "Where's Mr. Weasley and Percy?"
"Swamped with work, both of them. Percy dropped Stephen and Kaitlyn off early because he wanted to get back to work and as usual Bill and Charlie are sending this children to some school elsewhere and are too busy to see their nieces and nephews off." Mrs. Weasley replied warmly.
"That's Percy. Always working." George muttered.
"Can't even see his own kids off." Fred added, putting his arm around Christen's shoulder, the 4th year looking up and smiling at his father.
"Can't you two lay off? He's your brother." Angelina said, Alicia nodding.
"By some default, I'm sure." George replied. Angelina and Alicia rolled their eyes.
"Well, let's get going. The train leaves promptly." Ginny announced. Everyone nodded and ran through the barrier. Ginny and Colin (A/N: I couldn't think of anyone besides him because I need there to be a Malfoy who isn't related to the Weasley's) had a son but he was still too young to go to school.
"Bye mum!" Perdita cried, throwing her arms around her mothers neck and kissing her cheek.
"Have fun, sweetie." Hermione replied. Perdita looked at Cameron and just nodded. Jamie grabbed Perdita's hand and they ran off onto the train. Hermoine sighed as she watched Perdita go off with the Weasley children.
"It's so wonderful to see them off for the first time, isn't it?" Mrs. Weasley said to Hermoine, who smiled. Everyone waited until the train was gone then left themselves.
~*~*~
"Professor Potter!" A child at the back of the room called.
"Yes, Miss Mun?" Harry Potter replied, looking at the 4th year girl.
"Can't we have a free day? No one feels like working. Professor Snape already loaded us with homework." She asked. Harry smiled slightly at her request. He knew exactly how his class felt but he didn't want to be a push-over. Some of his students thought they could use his DADA class as a blow off seeing as how he was the youngest teacher but he wanted to be taken seriously.
"As much as I know how not fun it is, I'm afraid I cannot. We have a lot to cover this year." Harry said. There was a collected groan from his students, making him feel bad. "Listen, as much as I want to, I don't want you all thinking you can just push me over all the time because I know what it feels like to have all of your teachers. I'd get disrespected by my fellow staff and it's hard to work in a place where you're not respected. But I'll make you a promise." Harry told them. They all looked hopefully at him. "At the end of every week I'll let you have some free time." The whole class cheered happily. Harry smiled to himself and leaned against his desk. He knew his students liked him the best.
When the bell rung, Harry sat down and waited for his first years to come in. He knew Jeremy would be in this class because he was having his Gryffindor/Slytherin class now and he was proud to see him sorted into Gryffindor with the rest of his cousins and family. When Jeremy entered, he had three other children with him. One was a dark skinned boy by the name of Samuel Thomas, the son of Dean Thomas, and black haired girl by the name of Kelly Vent, if he remembered correctly. But the other girl didn't place with any of the names of the students sorted the night before. He figured that she was probably one of the ones that was sorted while he was talking to Professor McGonagall about becoming the Quidditch ref while Madam Hooch was out with a broken leg that she got just two days prior. But, something about this young girl seemed so very familiar.
"Hey Harry... I mean Professor Potter!" Jeremy greeted happily.
"You can call me Harry when no one else is around. But around staff and students, I'm still Harry." He said in a quiet voice. Jeremy smiled and walked to a seat with Samuel, Kelly and the other girl sitting at a table right in front of them. Harry watched as the students filled into the class room, trying to place each with his or her name that was announced at sorting. There were a few he couldn't seem to place but he figured he got most of them right.
"Alright, everyone sit down and settle." Harry called to his class, trying to catch their attention as the bell sounded. "Welcome to your first day of the Defense Against the Dark Arts and might I also say welcome to Hogwarts. Now, some of you right away might be thinking 'look, there's a young teacher. He'll lay off on us!' but you're wrong. Sure, I may give in once in a while because I've had every one of your teachers and I know how they're like, but you can't push me over. I'm your teacher and I plan on teaching you how to defend yourself and others if you ever come across anything vile. Any questions?" Harry asked. Right away, a hand of a girl shot up.
"Can we see your scar?" She asked.
"Will you tell us how you got it!" A boy in the corner called.
"Tell us how you defeated the Dark Lord!"
"What was it like?"
"Are you really the Boy-Who-Lived? Aren't you really the Man-Who-Lived-Twice, now?"
"Why are you still single?"
"Because he's been waiting for the perfect girl!"
"How romantic!"
"How pathetic!"
"Okay, that was a bad idea, but I'll answer every question." He lifted his bangs and showed the class his scar. They all studied it with interest, even some of the Slytherin's. He dropped his bangs and continued. "I got it because of the Dark Lord, I defeated him with magic and almost killing myself, it was horrifying but thrilling, yes, I guess I am the Man-Who-Lived-Twice seeing as how I survived the killing curse twice, and I'm not single as of this summer when I got married. Now, any questions relating to the class?" He asked. No one rose their hands. He smiled and caved. "Alright, any more questions about my personal life?"
"What's her name?" Asked the girl from before.
"Well, Miss Jones, her name is Cho. We've been together for seven years."
"Any kids?" Harry shook his head.
"But you're 33! Shouldn't you have at least one child? Someone to carry on the Potter name?" At that, Harry thought. Was he really 33? Did he really miss so many years? He knew that Cho wanted to have kids but had become discouraged when she had a miscarriage with her last husband which earned her a divorce because it was her third one.
Harry finally calmed down his class and he took role. About half way down, he stopped. "Perdita–Granger?" Harry called. 'There is no way. For her to have a child this age, she'd've had to had her a while after she left us. It must just be a popular last name.' Harry thought to himself.
"Here." Called the girl he didn't recognize. Harry marked her there and continued. He smiled slightly when he called out the name 'Hunter Malfoy', which belonged to a boy with blonde hair and steel gray eyes.
"Miss Granger, would you mind staying a couple of seconds after class?" Harry asked after role was done. She looked at her friends, slightly paled. Kelly shrugged as did the other two. When that time came, Kelly walked up to the desk with Perdita.
"This won't take long, Miss Vent." Harry told the girl. She took one last look at her friend as if she was dying and walked off to the other two.
"What did I do?" Perdita asked, scared. Harry laughed.
"Nothing, nothing. I just wanted to know if you were related to a friend of mine because of your last name. What are your parents names?" Harry asked. It suddenly hit him that if she WAS Hermione's daughter her last name wouldn't be Granger, but it was too late for him not asking.
"Oh." Perdita let out a sigh of relief. "My mum's name is Hermione Granger." She said. Harry looked at her, waiting for her to finish.
"And your father?" He said.
"Forgive me for being terribly forward, Professor Potter, but I'm a–a bastard child. I never meet my father and my mum won't tell me who is it, thus why I have her last name. She did get married but I refused to take on his name." Perdita said. Harry looked at her then nodded.
"Yeah, I went to school with your mum. We were good friends." Harry told her. "Well, you may go now." Harry said. Perdita nodded and ran off.
"What was that about?" Sam asked.
"He wanted to know about my mum. Apparently, they were friends." Perdita replied.
"Yeah, you knew that already. That's the Harry that dad always talks about." Jeremy told her. Perdita suddenly remembered.
"That's him?" She said, pointing behind her shoulder.
"Yeah." Jeremy replied. Perdita shrugged and they walked on to Transfigurations.
~*~ Dinner~*~
Harry sat at the table, thinking about what Perdita had told him. He was surprised that Ron never told him that Hermoine had gotten married. Actually, now that he thought about it, Ron never said ANYTHING about Hermione. It was like Hermione was dead or something. But he knew that Ron still saw Hermione because there were a few pictures of her around Ron's house, although every one had only the Weasley family in it, never hinting that there was anyone in her life at all.
"'Arry!" Hagrid said for the four time, poking Harry. He turned and looked at his friend.
"Yes? What were you saying?" Harry replied.
"You 'aven't touched yer food. Somethin' wrong?" Hagrid asked. Harry looked over at Perdita, who was talking with her friends, and then shook his head.
"Oh, I'm just not hungry." He replied. Hagrid studied him and then went back to eating, Harry returning to thinking. Suddenly, he stood up and dashed out of the Great Hall, everyone watching him.
"What's with him?" McGonagall asked Hagrid, who shrugged.
-end of chapter! GAH WAS THAT LONG! I mean LONG! 11 pages! Well, tell me what you think!!!!! And sorry about the OCC with McGonagall there but yeah, I just randomly but a teachers name there. Lol! Please review!
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