-1A/N: To summarise this, basically this is about Harry and Ginny's daughter's time after a year of Hogwarts, only most of the stuff here is going to happen within the family. Basically, the name isn't one I like… because people don't normally get the names they want, like lovely exotic ones that are the names of flowers… -cough-not that I want one of those -cough-. Basically 'cause I'm one of those people who thinks 'ah, who cares if you have an original name? Originality comes from the insiiide…' Yep, so anyway… read away!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in the current Harry Potter books (like Harry himself, duh), but I do own Edith, Albert and Obedience. (Not the names, even though I like them and I'd like to have credit, but hell, you can't have everything, but the characters…)

Chapter One

Edith clambered off the red steam engine and hopped onto the platform, swiftly followed by a boy with ginger-brown hair and freckles, and a girl with long blond hair and eerily light blue eyes.

"Wow," she said. "I guess that's our first year of Hogwarts over and done with."

"Yeah, I guess so." Said the ginger-haired boy. His name was Albert, and he bore it with much disgruntlement. Apparently, it was a family name of some kind of great yet distant uncle. His mother was a very intelligent woman working in Hogwarts express; he grumbled that she was unnecessarily harsh on him when handing out Transfiguration homework. His father was a Quidditch Player for the Chudley Cannons; however unlikely that had seemed when he'd first said it.

"Do you reckon I could come round either of your houses this summer?" Said a sad looking Obedience. Obedience by name, Obedience by nature. Her father was best unspoken; he had been killed with the demise of the Death Eaters. His name had been Draco Malfoy. She didn't know of a mother, due to the fact that Draco Malfoy had never been very faithful. Either way, she was a nice person to be around, though occasionally a bit stupid, with her head in the clouds.

"Sure. Dad won't mind knowing I've got friends, and mum will be fine with it, too." Said Edith. She liked being called Eddie, but seeing as that never happened much except with Obedience, she had learnt to live with it. Sometimes, she'd realised, nicknames stuck. Sometimes, they didn't. She was tall for twelve, with long black hair that had the odd red streak, and green eyes. Freckles adorned a youthful and pretty complexion, and around her neck a striped scarf had been flung around in a hurry, because she couldn't fit the rest in her trunk. (This explained the books she had stuffed in her owl's cage, the socks littering the sides of her trolley, and the sweets she had stuffed in her pockets).

"You're sure? I mean, your dad… from what I hear, he wasn't too good friends with mine…" said Obedience in a small voice. Edith smiled warmly.

"Yeah, well maybe that's true, but he doesn't hold grudges against people just 'cause he had a grudge on them… he's not like the old professor in the history books, Professor Snape…"

Obedience gave a giggle. "There he is. And, oh. There's the people from the Orphanage…" She frowned miserably before their farewells were made, and she trailed off. Albert looked up to find his parents talking with Edith's, so they trailed off together.

Ginny Weasley turned around to look at them and rushed up to Edith, giving her a hug. "Hi, Albert!" She said merrily, and swooped down on him, too. "Oh, wow. How time flies. I haven't seen you nearly… a whole year!"

Edith smiled up at her mother. "Hey mum, it's good to see you too!"

"And what about me?"

Her father, Harry, looked down at her with his eyebrows raised, arms crossed in faked anger. Then he smiled and hugged her, too. "How was your year?" He said, when she pulled away. "As bad as Ron's and mine's first?"

"Oi!" Came a shout. "I wasn't that bad company when you got the stone! I got knocked out for you!"

Albert smiled, and went to his father.

"No, it was fine, dad," grinned Edith. "I made a few friends. One of them wants to come over at summer. Do you reckon you'd mind?"

"Why would I mind?"

"Uh," Why was this hard to say? "Because… because, well, she's Draco Malfoy's daughter… and she doesn't want to stay in the Orphanage all summer…"

Harry tensed for a second. Then he relaxed. "Well, if that's the case, she should definitely come over…"

"But--" For some reason, she was surprised. Her father looked down at her with an eye that told her just how much experience he had with the world.

"Hey, Edith. Rule number one in life - some people are bad. Tom Riddle was an orphan. He was bad. Draco Malfoy was just pure evil and not to mention, he got on my nerves big time. That's what people might associate with your friend. But hey, there's good in everyone."

Edith smiled. "Yeah. I guess. Can we go home now?"

Harry's Point Of View

Good in everyone.

Like there was good in Merope, Tom Riddle's mother. So how come he turned out to be so bad? Because the rest of the Gaunt's were evil? No. It's not inheritance that makes us bad. It's our choices. That's what I've been telling myself for a long time now. It's our choices. It's our experiences. So, who cares if her dad was one of the most notorious Death Eaters around?

It's funny that although I defeated Voldemort so long ago, I compare everything anyone says or does to what my experiences there were like. I realised a long time ago that it wasn't my parents that made me good. It was having the shit beaten out of me by Dudley as a kid. It was about having a sense of humour. It was about me sitting next to Ron on that first day at Hogwarts. It was about me finding out things, knowing things, having friends who I relied on. And at the end, it was about them too.

I know Edith's too young to understand now, just like I would have been too young to understand the Prophecy, but one day, I'll give her the rules of life that are related to my experiences.

Harry's thoughts were scattered. But hand in hand with both his wife and daughter, he walked out of Platform Nine and Three Quarters happily. Who would have thought that Ron and Hermione, after that huge argument in their seventh year, would have finally got together and have a son in the same year as Edith at Hogwarts? Harry though everyone had been surprised to learn that Hermione had applied for Transfiguration Teacher, and Head Of Gryffindor, at the end of the previous year. He had a sneaking suspicion it was because she wanted to monitor her son's behaviour, but he knew that if he let slip such a suspicion to anyone and it reached her, he was as good as dead. Well, knowing Hermione, it would probably worse than death…

Then his thoughts turned back to Edith's invitation to Draco Malfoy's daughter over the summer holidays. He knew it was unfair, he knew he wasn't trusting to his thoughts about good and bad people, but he was unnerved.

Something was coming…

Sorry, had to stick Harry's POV in the first chapter, otherwise it wouldn't be as exciting. So, anyways, R & R please, and I promise it'll get much better as it goes along. You know, a sprinkling of drama and combat here and there…