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, this chapter might be a little confusing, but deal, okay? Okay, I noticed a mistake I made.
In Chapter 2: The Voice, it clearly says: "Amy, will you be able to come outside after you finish your homework?" Amy contemplated slowly. "I think so, I'll ask my mommy."
But, I intended for Amy to just have a father. I did not think of this while writing that chapter, so you will have to excuse that until I can edit the chapter. Okay? Thanks.
Another Kind of Help
Chapter 5: The Explanation
Hermione and Draco talked a few minutes about the relationship brewing between their daughters--one of friendship. Draco then proceed to explain that Amy was in fact his, that he had impregnated someone who hadn't disclosed the fact to him and left Amy at his doorstep one morning. Harry stood from the side, watching his daughter and Amy Malfoy talk animatedly about something or other.
"That's horrible, Draco." She said, patting his shoulder. He smiled warmly.
"Yeah, I know. I just wish I could find someone to complete our family. Amy's always wondered where her mother is. And I can't tell her because I don't know. And I'll have to go through all of those awkwards talks. I don't ever wish anytime that I hadn't opened my door to her, but I just wish that her mother was at least there so I could see her."
"She doesn't go for visits or anything?" Draco nodded.
"Well, the woman hired social worker at her birth has been taking Amy to see some supposed family members, but Amy doesn't like to talk about them, so I don't make her. But I just wish we at least knew her mother and could talk to her about why she left Amy." Hermione perked up.
"We could go to the front desk and look up Amy's maternal records! It would take a few days, but at least we could find out her mother's name!" Hermione looked excited. "Harry, come over here!" Reluctantly, Harry slid from the chair beside his daughters bed and walked over to his wife.
"What?" He asked, his eyes clashed and firing with Draco's. 'Same old Malfoy,' He thought, 'He's just got a child on his hands now, so he's supposedly sensitive.' Harry smiled despite the feelings bubbling in his stomach.
"Do you mind dropping by my parent's house and getting Jon and Jake? Draco and I are going to drop by the receptionist to see if we could find out Amy's maternal information." She said, looking up at him. The dark-haired man sighed, running a hand around Hermione's shoulders and squeezing them.
"Why do we need the kids? I'd rather go with you." He said. While he was speaking, his eyes were watching Draco Malfoy's stormy grey ones.
"Because, after we find out about it, we'll see Fred. Fred could give us some information anyway, and we could find out! Oh, this is wonderful!" She said softly, but excitedly. She turned to Draco.
"You have a telephone, don't you? For Amy, I mean?" Draco nodded, which surprised Harry, because he had scorned muggle things in the past.
"Write down your number and I'll give you mine. I'll call you after we visit Fred to tell you anything of importance." She said, scribbling down a seven numbered response on a piece of torn parchment. She handed it to Draco as he exchanged one back. "Harry, would you be a dear and get the children?" He nodded, before walking out of the door, an angry look on his face.
"Of course I will, Hermione, it's okay. I don't care." She looked at Draco, who shrugged and said, "You married him." Hermione followed the man out of the door. Chasing him down the hallway, she grabbed his hand and turned him around. He gave her a malicious glare.
"Harry, what in the bloody hell is wrong with you?" She asked. He sneered at her.
"Since when did the welfare of Draco Malfoy's daughter become our business?"
"How come it can't be?" There was silence. "Do you trust Melissa?" Harry nodded.
"Of course I do, she's my daughter!"
"Well, she picked Amy Malfoy for a friend. With that, came our acceptance of Amy's parents, whether we like them or not. What's so difficult?" Harry folded his arms.
"Simple. Draco Malfoy could be feeding this information. He could have done it himself." Hermione actually laughed.
"Harry, be real. First off, the guy was reportedly chasing both Amy and Melissa. I doubt Malfoy would chase his own daughter. Second, Melissa saved Amy. Even if he had been chasing her, he would have backed off in fear of hurting his daughter. If he really didn't want her in the first place, he would have dumped her elsewhere." She said. She walked over to her husband and embraced him.
"Oh Harry. I understand you're confused. I want to help, but blowing up at me won't let me know what's wrong with you." She said softly, kissing his cheek. He gave her a wry smile, before leaving to get the children. Hermione sighed and dropped her hands to her sides.
"He's always been difficult." Draco said smoothly from behind Hermione, making her jump. She turned and smiled at him.
"Come on, let's go find the desk."
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Standing at the receptionist's desk, Hermione watched the woman file through papers. She was young, around Hermione's age or maybe older, with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. She looked up with a smile.
"What is the child's name whose record I'm searching?" Draco spoke up.
"Amy Malfoy." The young girl, whose nametag read 'Lana', typed something into the computer, waiting, and then looking up at Draco with a sorrowful gaze.
"I'm sorry, the name Malfoy for Amy is unlisted." Hermione frowned.
"Well, could you try searching Amy Denise Riley?" Draco asked. Hermione smiled.
"That's a wonderful idea. Could you? And tell us the surnames that come up?" Lana nodded, turning her head back to the computer. Aside from the young girl having dark hair and blue eyes, she had a fair complexion and thick rimmed glasses. Lana looked up.
"I have three of them for you." Lana wrote them down on a post-it note and handed them to Draco.
"I'm afraid I can't disclose anymore information about Amy Malfoy until the child is along with you." Hermione spoke.
"Oh, the child is here. Someone's up in the room with her. Stay here Draco, I'll get her." Lana nodded as Hermione jogged off.
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A few minutes later, Draco spotted Melissa and Amy walking down the hallway, with Hermione in tow. Melissa stopped excitedly at the desk and waved at Lana.
"Hi Lana!" Melissa exclaimed. Lana chuckled lightly at the little girl's antics, but replied, "Hello, Melissa, how are you?"
"I get to leave, today. Mommy, Lana was in charge of taking care of some of the doctor's stuff." Hermione smiled.
"Well, as of now, we have young Amy. So, Mrs. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, could you come along? Bring the girl. Both of them, actually." Lana said, stepping from teh desk. She was wearing a modest white cotton sweater, because of the freezing air conditioning, and black pants, with flat soled shoes. She stood and led the four to a white hospital room, directing Amy and Melissa to the bed and Draco and Hermione to two chairs. Lana turned and spoke.
"The records have both children born on the same day. This is no signifigance yet. Of course, Mrs. Potter would recall having twins, but that's not up to par yet. First, we've got to test you and Amy to see if there's any reasoning behind your surname not registering."
"Well, Lana. I adopted Amy, but she is my biological daughter." Lana nodded. She proceeded to swab both Draco and Amy's mouth, then for the reasoning of 'not having recent DNA samples of you two,' she swabbed both Melissa and Hermione too.
"I'll tell you the results in about a day, but as of now, you're clear."
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Both parents walked out of the room, Amy in her father's grasp and Melissa skipping ahead of Hermione.
"Daddy!" The little girl exclaimed, running over to her father. Harry smiled and hugged his daughter.
"Melissa. How are you feeling?"
"Well, daddy!" Harry straightened, the little girl's arms still around his neck.
"Hermione, you ready to leave?" She gave Harry a soft look, before nodding. She turned back to Draco.
"I'll talk to you soon." She said, contemplatively. She looked at Draco, before giving him a comforting hug and saying, "It's going to be all right," before following Harry out of the hospital door, taking her youngest son into her arms.
She and Harry walked out of the door in complete silence. She played with Jake's hair, and the only talking that transpired was from Harry.
"We can apparate now." Hermione really wasn't feeling up to apparating to the Weasley's house. But, she braced herself for the Apparition and heard her daughter squeal at the excitement. She found herself in front of a large house. Tentatively, she knocked on the door. A few minutes later, the door opened to a girl. She was but a few years older than Melissa, around nine or ten. She grinned.
"Auntie Hermione! How are you!" The girl exclaimed, hugging her. Hermione grinned. Alaina Weasley was tall, so that she fit perfectly under Hermione's chin. She had radiating copper hair that was short and was currently pulled into two layered pigtails, bangs framing her face. She had the bright brown eyes that belonged to none other than, "George!" Hermione embraced the taller twin Weasley. He grinned and patted Hermione's head.
"Come in, Potters, come in." George turned to the stairs. "Oy, Fred! Hermione and Harry are here!" There was a loud thump, before Fred and Angelina appeared at the top of the stairs. Angelina walked down first, embracing Hermione, Harry, and the little children. However, Fred let off some silly strings and slid down the railing, landing in a heap at the floor. Jake giggled incessantly, Melissa yelped and helped her Uncle up, and Jon looked amused, before asking, "How'd you do it?"
Fred grinned, before giving Hermione a hug. "I don't think you're mother would appreciate me telling you." Hermione glowered.
"I most certainly wouldn't. Now, Fred. George. I actually came here aside from wanting to visit you." George turned his attention to Hermione.
"I've been wondering..." She started, taking a breath. "How much have you heard from Ginny?" At that moment, Angelina glared visibly, making up a reason to drag Alaina, Melissa, and Jon out of the room. Hermione watched in wonder.
"Sorry." Fred said. "She's kind of upset. Ginny, well, um had something to do with what happened to Scarlett." Hermione fell silent.
Scarlett Weasley was Fred and Angelina's first child, a little girl of darkening, almomst a twist between red and black hair and bright brown eyes. Scarlett was one and a half and at a Quidditch Match, sitting next to her Aunt Ginny, Fred, and Angelina, one of the only times the brunette had seen her, Scarlett reached over the rail to wave at her Aunt Hermione, when Ginny tried to pull her away from the edge. Infuriated, Scarlett tried to pull away from her Aunt, and to Hermione's horror, Scarlett Weasley tumbled over the side of the railing and fell. She snapped her neck and was pronounced dead. If she had lived, Scarlett Weasley would be as old as Jon. After that, Angelina had never talked about it, or about having another child, even though Fred had tried.
"Well, last I heard, Ginny was upset with her daughter. Last I heard, she was around Melissa's age. Her name was...er--Amery, Amlia, something like that." George said. "You know how she loves us, she can't help but visit us and sometimes she visits ickle Ronny, but hardly ever." Fred finished. Hermione smiled.
"Thanks, Fred. George. Thanks a lot. So, how's Alaina?" She asked, sitting down.
"Oh, she's excited about going to Hogwarts. She's been reading, I think she's been to your house too many times." Hermione laughed, but decided to stand back up.
"I was happy to see you guys, today. I hope you don't mind us dropping by tomorrow." Fred shook his head.
"Oh no, Hermione. We always love having company, especially you guys." Hermione smiled. Jake toddled back in to his mother, wanting to be picked up and got his request. Jon jumped back into the room, finding his mother and father, standing beside the both of them. Hermione bid the Weasley twins and Angelina good day, before asking.
"George, where's your wife? I've just realized I've never met her." She said, looking at the twin.
"Oh, you have. Just not formally." A voice said to the door. She turned around, to see a familiar face. "I'm Lana Weasley." The dark haired girl from the receptionist's desk said. Hermione smiled.
"Nice to finally meet you." George smiled, walking over to his wife and kissing her cheek.
"Fred and Lana met at the hospital, and Fred was still trying to hook me up. So, he brought home Lana and I asked myself, 'Gosh, how is she still single?' And then, it just hit off, you know?" Hermione grinned, and Lana blushed, smacking George's arm.
"Thanks again, you guys!" She exclaimed, smiling. Then, she and Harry apparated home.
Another Kind of Help
Chapter 5: The Explanation
Crys: Okay, next chapter, you'll see the appearance of an argument between Harry and Hermione over the Malfoy situation, terrible things happen to Hermione's friend Kali, and Hermione leaves her home unsafely. Aside from that, they find out who Amy's mother is! Until next time, it'll be The First Time! Review!