Okay couple of things to say about reviews…I'm glad that (most of you) liked the first chapter.
Also to one person who raised a few points:
YES we do have ben and jerrys in England. I am a proud British teenager and I cannot live with phish food. NO Draco probably wouldn't cry, but then again, he probably would never come across his ex-girlfriend that he hasn't seen in six years, and his daughter whom he has never met, in a heist to vandalise a supermarket, either, so fairs fair.Chapter Two
Hermione took Helena to the park, where the girl sat on the swing, not singing, just sitting. Neither spoke but each was lost in thought. Helena had a look of deep confusion on her face, and Hermione was burning with agony. What was going to happen to those poor muggles? She needed to go back and save them, but the risk was too great.
She brought out her mobile, keying the number in quickly she paced as it rang.
"999 emergency how may I help you?" Said a kind but brisk muggle on the other side. Hermione hung up the phone and sank on the bench, tapping it on her lip. Sending muggle policemen after them would be like gift-wrapping them, but she didn't want to alert the wizarding world to where she was, she was paranoid that Dumbledore may find her and punish her for running away. Or worse, Draco may find her. But what else could she do?
She picked up her phone again and dialled a much longer number.
"Emergency Magical hit squad." Said a masculine, military style voice. "What can I do for you?" Hermione quickly explained what had happened, and the man laughed. "Yeah, right lady, He Who Must Not Be Named has come to London, pull the other one, it has bells on."
"I'm not lying! Please send out everyone you've got!" Finally, the man conceded.
"This better not be a prank, Ma'am." He hung up the phone.
"Come on, sweetness, we'll go home, now."
"What about my ice cream?"
"Not today, but tomorrow I'll buy you as much as you can eat."
As soon as they got home, Hermione, after a lot of careful thought, sent an owl to Dumbledore, telling him of the death-eater attack and the man who had an interest in Helena. An hour later, Dumbledore apparated into the living room, making Hermione jump.
"Sorry, but I thought I'd better not appear in the street in the middle of the day, it sounds like the muggles have had enough for one day."
"That's quite alright, Professor, I'm so grateful you replied so quickly. Please sit down, would you like some tea?" She fluttered nervously around her guest.
"Why wouldn't I reply quickly? This is a most grave situation, also, Hermione, please call me Albus, I am no longer your Headmaster. Indeed, I have not been for quite a long time, eh?" His eyes twinkled over his glasses, Hermione blushed slightly, her eyes dropped to the floor.
"The reason I didn't come back to school was," she started, but Dumbledore waved his hand to silence her.
"It does not matter now, I know why you did it. But I can think of at least one student who was mortally crushed by your disappearance. But it is all in the past. I'm glad you still feel you can contact me in troubled times. Did you mention tea?"
"Oh! Sorry, I'll just go and get…" relief spread through Hermione, who realised just how much the problem was weighing on her. She stood, but once again Dumbledore rose his hand.
"I shall do it, you're hands are shaking." His whipped his wand out and summoned a pot of tea and two cups, also a juice cup for Helena, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the scene with great interest. "You will be Miss Helena Weasley, would you not?" Dumbledore address the child, who nodded as she accepted the drink from his outstretched hand.
"How did you know her name?" Hermione inquired, Albus looked affronted.
"Her name has been down to go to hogwarts since the day she was born! You think I do not read up on my future students? Especially when their parents have a some what interesting past"
"Of course, how silly of me." She smiled down at the little girl.
"With parents like hers, the school will not be dull when she attends it." He looked at the little girl, and then poured the tea. "Back to business, tell me everything."
As Hermione was coming up to the part with the lone death-eater, Ron came bursting into the room.
"I came as soon as I heard. The whole ministries in uproar, fourteen muggles were killed! I would still be there now if Percy hadn't sent me home to check on you." After he had said his piece, he first noticed the other occupant of the room. "Hello, Professor Dumbledore."
"Albus," the old man corrected, waving his wand for another teacup and a fresh juice for Helena. "Hermione was just going through her story."
"Please continue." He sat next to Hermione and took her hand. Helena crawled onto his lap and he wrapped his other arm around the child.
"Well," Hermione continued slowly. "We were just about to escape, when one of the death-eaters caught us." She felt Ron's hand squeeze hers. "They seemed awfully interested in Helena."
"What do you mean?" Dumbledore sat up a little straighter.
"Well, they seemed to know her age and they reached out as if to grab her."
"Did you see their face?" Hermione shook her head.
"No, their cloak had no-show charm." Dumbledore nodded and stood.
"Thank you for letting me know of this so promptly. I think you know that I will not let Voldemort get away with this." A shadow passed across his face. "But this death-eater who took an interest in Helena… Your presence in that shop may not have been a co-incidence."
"You mean, You-Know-Who may be after us?" Ron paled slightly.
"Maybe, or maybe not." Dumbledore paced the room. "I think we need to proceed with caution."
"What do we do?" Hermione asked.
Dumbledore stayed for about two hours, then he had to leave. Before he went, he whispered something into Helena's ear that made her puzzled, then he dissaparated.
The next day, Hermione ran Helena's school and told them she was sick. Then she rang her work to tell them the same thing. Helena came in as she hung up.
"Why did you lie to my teacher, mummy?" Hermione crouched down and took her daughter in her arms, carrying her to the sofa then sitting down with the girl on her lap.
"You mean you aren't sick?" She held a hand to her daughter's forehead to check her temperature.
"No, and you know I'm not. You told me lying was bad, daddy said I should never lie under any circumstances."
"Well, when you grow up, you'll find there are sometimes when you have to lie." This left Helena slightly confused, but she let this go as her idol walked into the room.
"Well, they can spare me for this morning, but at a stretch." Ron said as he levitated three suitcases into the room. "But after that I have to go in and help." Hermione nodded. "The minister is sending out a car to take us there."
"Thank god for him. I don't think I would have been able to do this on my own." Ron nodded and sat down next to the two, hugging them.
"We'll be alright. Dumbledore wouldn't lead us wrong."
"No, you're right." A horn honked from the street and Ron stood.
"That'll be them." He scooped up one suitcase in each hand and Hermione took the other one. They all piled into the car that was waiting for them, and the driver turned round and gave them a piece of paper.
"It's a note from the minister." Ron ripped it open and read the following:
Hope you are all okay, I've informed the family about your whereabouts but apart from that it's a strictly confidential matter. I will come round when I can to see how you are getting on. We have every available man searching for the group, do try not to worry too much.
Love Percy.
"God bless Percy." Hermione sighed.
An hour later, the family were standing on the kerb, looking up at a door.
"Daddy, it's the place that Dubbledore told me about!" Helena said excitedly. "When he came over last night!"
"Yes honey, and we're going to stay here for a while." He picked up the child, and pushed open the door to 12 Grimauld Place.
A/N: There, sorry it took so long, been mega busy at college and stuff. Hope you enjoyed it, I'll give you the next one later. See ya.