Title: Another Kind of Help

Genre: Drama/ Romance/ Humor

Category: Sequel/ Full Story

Summary: Sequel to Girl Help Harry and Hermione have moved on with their life. They've got a family to take care of and friends to have fun with. But soon, someone's going to help them. Another kind of help, a kind they don't need. When dangerous things start happening to their friends and family, who is to blame? Has Ginny let it go?

Crys: Okay, sorry! I was caught up in visiting the authoress(my buddy) Elena Faye, so I kinda forgot about the computer in her house. And today's my birthday, so I thought I'd give you guys a treat. Well, not really. This chapter is a big flashback for Mel. Sorry.

Another Kind of Help

Chapter 3: The Similarity

Melissa had fallen asleep and her family left. Alone in the privacy of her room, she again thought about the situation she had put herself in. And suddenly, it came to her. Where she remembered the voice from.

(Flashback)

Crying. It was a faint memory, but Melissa was crying. She figured herself around four, because standing beside her was what she recognized to be Jon in the clothing they had taken a family photo in. Jon was two and asking her if she was okay.


"Mewissa." He asked quietly, in a small, baby voice. "Mewissa, are you awight?" The brunette girl shook her head, clutching her temple, and trying desperately to get up from the kneeling position in the front yard. Jon ran towards the house to get his parents, screaming.

No later than that, Hermione flew out, her long hair blowing out behind her as she landed on her knees next to Melissa, and immediately took the little girl into her arms. Harry followed soon after, enveloping both of the females.


"Melissa, what's wrong?" Hermione said softly, trying to softly pull her hand away from the side of her head.


"It hurts, mummy. Don't touch it." She said softly. Hermione finally managed to pull Melissa small hand away from the side of her head and gasped at the sight. There was a small, round, blue-purple bruise there, along with a deepening gash, which was oozing blood.

"Melissa!" Hermione exclaimed. "You can't hide things like this."

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While at the hospital, Melissa remembered. She was being carried down the hallway by a male. The walls were white and she felt cold in the scarcely warm hospital and her revealing hospital gown. She couldn't look up at all at the face of the person who was holding her. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a door. He pushed it open, hands shaking, as he walked forward and placed her in her bed. She squirmed a bit, her vision suddenly blurry as she tried to catch a glimpse of the doctor.

"It's okay, Melissa. We're here to make you feel better. Your head is going to hurt for a while and you might not be able to see because of the impact, okay?" The girl whined.

"I want my mummy." She said softly, tears springing up in her hazel-green eyes. The doctor placed a reassuring, but cold hand on her shoulder.


"I'll get her, okay? I'll get your father as well. Okay, Melissa?" She nodded, wiping her eyes slowly. She shivered slightly and pulled the warm, white comforter around her. 'It hurt bad, she thought, the bruise is bruising more because the bandage is too tight, and this gash isn't helping.'

Just as her parents walked in, something happened. The taut, off-white bandage began to unwind itself from Melissa's head and rearrange in a way that she liked. Hermione stared at the little girl, a look of surprise and shock covering her soft features. Harry's arms were folded in a way of anger, but a smile was formed on his face.

"Melissa!" Harry exclaimed, running over and hugging his daughter. She rubbed her head slightly before throwing her much smaller arms around her father.


"You've had your first bit of magic!" Harry exclaimed, turning to Hermione. The doctor reentered, as Hermione turned to him, obviously knowing him.

"Can you believe it? Already! Melissa's barely four!" She exclaimed, excitedly. The doctor's eyes lit up in the way they normally would if one smiled. He was now wearing a mask over his mouth and a cap on his head, often to keep germs away from the patients.


"Well, Melissa. Seeing that you've found a comfortable position, I'll just apply a bit of crème, and you can go home."

She clapped, excited at the prospect. He summoned a jar of clear, but thick substance, as carefully applied it to the exact spot where her bruise was. Melissa winced, and Hermione reached for the little girl's hand comfortingly, squeezed it, and watched on as the doctor finished up applying the salve to her wound.

"What's your name, doctor?" She asked quietly. The doctor smiled and patted her head.


"Don't worry about it, Melissa. It's not like you'd remember." She nodded vigorously.

"I will! Forever and ever!" She promised. The doctor smiled.


"You can call me Fred, if you'd like." He said. Melissa grinned and waved.

"Bye Doctor Fred!" She called. She hopped up off of the bed, upon which Harry took the little girl into his arms, as Hermione was holding Jon. The boy apologized for shoving her down and causing her injury as the Potters went home. But, Melissa turned back curiously. Fred smiled at her and shooed her out.

(End Flashback)

Melissa woke up, but wasn't fully awake. In her half-awaken state, she muttered.

"You sound just like Fred...almost exactly like Fred..." Before falling back into sleep.

Another Kind of Help

Chapter 3: The Similarity

Crys: Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Fred Weasley. I can't tell you you're wrong, but you're not right if you're guessing that Fred/George, for that matter, were the attempted assassins of little Melissa. Hopefully, you review!

Acknowledgements: Mione5279, OneBloodyTearDrop, pickles. Michy Wee, and kears. Hmm...it seems as if I'm losing people. Anyone know?