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, be honored I decided to update this after Helping Her. I miss my reviewers on that story...
Another Kind of Help
Chapter 4: The Suspicion
Hermione shook her daughter awake. "Melissa." The girl's hazel-green eyes opened and looked around. She rubbed her eyes and matted her dark brown hair down as she sat up. She met her parents, sitting next to her bed and the white of the hospital walls. She was tired of the hospital
"Mummy, I think I know who it is!" Harry and Hermione knelt down beside the bed, watching and waiting for Melissa to finish. Harry's arm was around Hermione's shoulder comfortingly and Hermione's hand was on the edge of the bed, looking up at her daughter.
"It sounds like a doctor here. His name is Fred, but it's not him. It sounds like him, but it's most definitely not him, mum." Hermione shared a worried look with Harry, before realization dawned on her face. She shook Harry frantically, her eyes worried and filled with a new fear.
"I was talking with Angelina. She told me about Fred. He's a doctor." Harry's eyes looked between Hermione's frantic face and Melissa's contemplative look. His mouth opened to speak, then he shut it, and opened it again.
"So, you think one of the Weasleys did it?" Hermione nodded.
"You knew Ginny had a vengeance for you and I, Harry. It's been there since fifth year. You know it." Hermione clasped Harry's hand tightly and squeezed it reassuringly. He smiled slightly, before answering her.
"It couldn't be Ginny, though. Melissa said it sounded like Fred. It wasn't Fred, but it sounded like him. I highly doubt Fred goes out after school and half-murders little girls." Hermione huffed and crossed her arms.
"She said it sounded like him. It's not Fred, but it sounds like him, Harry! It's one of the Weasleys, but not Fred or George." Hermione insisted. Harry looked thoughtful, before nodding his head slowly. "Well, Mel. That's not what I intended on coming here for, but okay. We've come to tell you we can take you home, now." The girl smiled brightly and hopped out of the bed. She was still in the hospital clothes and her hair was still laying in disarray over her shoulders.
Hermione handed the girl some clothing, before she walked into the bathroom and began to put it on. Then, Hermione turned to Harry.
"What are we going to do, Harry?" She asked, concerned. The man turned to her with a reassuring smile and patted her shoulder.
"I'll just talk with Fred about how everyone is doing and we can go from there. It's not like we can just pick out someone and point fingers." He said, running his fingers through his black locks in thought. Which Weasley did it? Which one knew where they lived, when Melissa got home, where she would be, and what she looked like? Who knew enough so that they could spy on the girl?
He knew of only one Weasley. Ron. But, Ron was their friend, and had been there while they were receiving the news. Was it possibly that somehow, another Weasley was bribing him? Using something to get him to disclose this information? Slipping his Veritaserum, taking a Polyjuice Potion, there had to be someway that the assailant was getting their information. And Harry wanted to know why. Just then, both doors opened. Melissa came out of the bathroom, her hair brushed and in a t-shirt and jeans. The door to her room opened, to see little Amy walk in.
"Amy!" Melissa exclaimed, running over and hugging her blonde friend.
"Oh, Melissa! I got my dad to take me to see you, I've been wanting to, but I didn't have too much time." The girl said, before turning to the Potters.
"Hi. I'm Amy." Hermione and Harry smiled at the girl. Now, they could fully analyze her. She was about an inch taller than Melissa, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes.
"Your father's here, Amy?" The girl nodded, stepping into the hallway. Loudly, she exclaimed, "Dad!" And waited.
Hermione and Harry were quite shocked to see an old schoolmate walk into the room. Regarding them with a placidly cool, but slightly smug look, Draco Malfoy's hands were in his trouser pockets and he tilted his head to the side.
"Figures you two would end up together, you know. And I know it's shocking, but Amy's my daughter." He said suavely. Both of them were gaping, until Hermione stopped and smiled.
"Nice to see you again, Draco." Now, both Harry and the blonde man were watching Hermione as she smiled at him. He composed himself, as Amy and Melissa began talking.
"You too, Hermione. How's Melissa doing?" He asked politely.
"Fine. She's able to leave today." Harry said warily. Draco, of course. Sure, he didn't sound like a Weasley, but his daughter went to school with their daughter. He had perfect qualms to get information on her and feed it to a certain Weasley, who could do the rest of the bidding. Harry Potter had his own suspicions. And they weren't exactly good.
Crys: Okay, things are heating up a bit. I guess you'll have to wait till next chapter for this! Hm. How's that?
Another Kind of Help
Chapter 4: The Suspicion