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: So sorry for not updating in like a month. I know, you poor people, although I know that there's few of you out there still reading this. Psh, but I'm fine. I write for myself, but I get happy to see review. And this was unbetad. Sorry for the sloppiness, I was thinking of you all.

Another Kind of Help

Chapter 6: The Catastrophe

Upon arriving home, Hermione put all of the children to sleep. After finally kissing Jake goodnight, she retreated downstairs to see Harry pacing. He stopped when he saw her, and stormed towards her.

"Hermione, I don't want to fight with you, but do you really think getting involved in these matters will help?" Harry asked angrily, his eyes watching her for a response.

"Harry, please. I hate arguing with you, I completely hate it. I want to help them, why can't I? Amy Malfoy is our daughter's friend, whether being Draco Malfoy's daughter or not." Hermione said, tugging mindlessly on a curl of brown hair. She hoped Harry would be understanding.

"I don't want to argue either, Hermione. Listen to me, please. I don't think you should get involved with his affairs." Hermione looked insulted.

"You make it sound as if I'm sleeping with him!" She exclaimed. Harry flinched. Hermione felt tears trail down her cheeks.

"I can't have you around him, Hermione. It makes me feel much better to know you aren't around with the ferret trying to make him feel better." Hermione sniffled.

"So you're insecure about him being a single parent?" Hermione said softly. Harry shook his head.

"Hermione, he doesn't look like the type to be kind to anyone but his daughter. I don't trust him at all." Hermione crossed her arms.

"So, you don't trust my decision to help him either?" She said angrily.

"No, Hermione, I didn't say that! I don't trust Draco, he could be leading you straight to Ginny and I don't want that to happen--"

"Leading me to Ginny? That's rich, Harry. Really rich. Look, I can't argue with you--"

"Then stay away from him!" Harry yelled back, standing toe to toe with his wife.

"Mummy, Daddy, stop it!" Melissa stood in the stairway, and the couple could see Jake and Jonathan standing behind her.

"Don't worry about it, I'm leaving." Hermione stormed towards the door.

"No!" Melissa ran over to her mother, immediately attaching herself to her mother's legs. "Don't leave, mum, please!" Melissa exclaimed. Hermione turned.

"Look, Melissa. I promise I'll be back. I promise... I'm going to see Grandpa and Grandma...I promise I'll be back." She gently pried Melissa from her and walked from the door of the Potter house. Harry sat down on the couch, Melissa sitting forlornly in front of the open door, convinced that her mother was coming right back. Jonathan stumbled down the stairs and moved to sit alongside his father on the couch, leaning against him. Jake settled down on the stairwell, not bothering to move. The Potters were in a grieving moment.

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The next day, Harry was relieved that Melissa and Jonathan didn't have school, so he let them sleep in. It was around twelve o'clock at the moment, and he was trying to get Jake to take his nap. He held Jake, sitting down on the couch with him, as he lay against his father's chest. The door opened to reveal the mail man, Jack.

"Hello, Mister Potter. You weren't outside today, with Mrs. Potter, so I thought I'd drop in...I think these are from her. Marital problems?" Harry took the package confusedly from Jack.

"I don't know what this would be, Jack." He said, opening it.

"Oh, Mister Potter, it's divorce papers. I've had to deliver them a couple of times in this district." Harry shook his head.

"Oh no...I couldn't have made her that mad, Jack. These can't be--" He stopped halfway through when he pulled out the wizarding papers, titled 'Divorce Contract' and already signed at the bottom of several papers was the name Hermione Potter. He shook his head, but filled the papers in.

"Go on, Jack. Wizarding papers disappear when you're done with them." Jack nodded and waved cutely to Jake, before walking out. He couldn't believe this. A stupid argument over his archenemy from school and she wanted to divorce him.

After Harry finished the papers, he put them back in the envelope and it disappeared. A few moments later, Harry heard the clock chime as three o'clock. The door opened and Harry didn't look it.

"Jack, look. If you've forgotten something--" He looked up to meet dark brown eyes. "Hermione..." He said softly, recognizing her immediately. She sat bteside him and noticed that Jake was retaining a dark look. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she folded her hands.

"Did you sign the papers?" She asked quietly. Harry could do nothing but nod. How could she remain so calm? He was deterred from answering when finally, Melissa and Jonathan walked sleepily down the stairs. They were dressed and clean, but looked like they had just woken up. Melissa's face immediately brightened at seeing her mother.

"Mum!" She exclaimed happily. Running down the rest of the stairs, Melissa crashed into her mother and hugged her tightly.

"Melissa..." She said softly, brushing her daughter's hair away from her face. "It's going to be all right." Melissa looked up at her mother questioningly.

"What's going to be all right? Dad..." She looked to her father. "What's going on?" Melissa stood up straight. "I want to know what's going on and I want to know it, now!" She exclaimed, stamping her foot. Harry grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him, with a blank face. Jake was placed next to his father, his face darkened at being in closee proximity to Hermione.

"Your mother and I are getting a divorce." Melissa shook her head. She knew what a divorce was, a girl named Jillian Knowles moved away because her parents had one. So that would mean that she'd have to choose between living with her mother or staying with her father. Which, of course, Melissa Potter could never do.

"You can't!" She exclaimed, throwing herself against her father's chest. Harry wrapped his arms around her.

"Melissa, don't." He told her. Hell, he knew his daughter was going to pitch a fit. She had a lot of his genes, aside the fact that she was a girl, inheriting Hermione's sensitivity. She was allowed to pitch a fit. He didn't want her to, though. It was breaking his heart.

"You're--why?" She asked, tears in her eyes. Jonathan had sat down at the bottom of the stairs, breathing heavily and trying to keep himself calm.

"Melissa, please. Can we talk about this later?" He asked her softly. She shook her head.

"Daddy, I don't understand. You worry about mommy so much, why would you want to leave each other?" Jonathan said from his area. Harry turned to look at his son.

"I don't know, Jon. I don't know." There was silence, save for the ticking of the clock, which was only a few minutes away from the fourth hour. There was a crash and Harry became alert, but unable to move because both of his children scrambled onto him, Jake wailing loudly. Hermione stood and opened the door, gasping. It was Ginny. The girl tumbled in, glaring at Hermione.

"You--I--Harry..." She stuttered softly, before pulling a wand from her pocket and shoving Hermione back into the wall, the big clock falling over at the chime, the sound cutting off as Ginny pointed her wand. Time flashed before Harry's eyes when he saw it, and screamed. But Ginny wasn't paying any attention, and got out, "Avada Kedavra."

Melissa shrieked loudly and buried her face into the couch pillows, Jon pulled his sister back and hugged her, but Jake kept a blank look on his face. Somehow, the two-year old already knew what was going on.

Harry shoved Ginny out of the way and knelt down beside Hermione, cradling her head.

"Hermione..." Ginny was sobbing softly into her hands, before shooting her head up.

"No!" She exclaimed angrily. "I'm Hermione!" Harry looked back down to the person in his arms, watching. Red hair replaced dark brown locks and the opened eyes flickered blue before closing. Shocked, he turned his head to where 'Ginny' had been, to see Hermione sobbing softly into her hands. Harry pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly.

"Oh Hermione...Never do that to me again." Hermione nodded, still crying softly into Harry's shoulder. Melissa was shocked still, Jonathan was too, but Jake had an adorable smile etched onto his face. Sniffling, Hermione pulled back.

"I killed her..." She said softly, trembling. Harry kissed her forehead.

"It's okay, Hermione. It'll be all right. But you know what? She sent me divorce papers with your signature--and I signed them." Hermione buried her head back into his chest, tears pulling at her eyes.

"What to do? Once they're sent it--they're in..." She said.

"Well then..." Harry started. "We'll just have to get married again, won't we?" A brilliant smile overcame Hermione's tear-stained face, before nodding and kissing Harry.

"There's a few things I'd like to tell you first..." She said softly. Tentatively, she lifted her daughter into her arms and carried her upstairs, the girl clinging to her like a lifeline and crying into her shoulder.

"It's okay, Melissa. I'm never leaving again, I promise." She told her daughter softly. She knew Melissa; she had been through a lot in the past hour, seeing her 'mother' divorce her father, and get killed, only to find out that she hadn't killed anyone but Ginny and her mother looked like the incriminating girl.

Finally, getting Melissa to bed, she repeated the steps until all of the Potter children were asleep. Walking back down the stairs, she sat beside Harry on the couch, unconsciously wrapping an arm around him.

"This is what happened..." She started.

Hermione stormed out of the house angrily. What the hell gave Harry the right to say those things? Cool it, Hermione. She told herself. Knocking on the door, Draco looked at her skeptically.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, although he opened the door to her. She walked in, to see that the house was lavish. After all, it was just Draco and Amy. She noted Amy's toys in the corner of the room, despite being in one place, they were scattered. She sat down on the leather sofa, before looking back at him.

"The results, Draco. I know you've got them." He snatched the envelope off of the counter and handed it to her.


"You won't believe this. Amy read the results and has been crying her eyes out all morning." Draco said darkly, upset at mention his duahgter's current state. Hermione shrugged, before opening the envelope.

Mister Malfoy,

The results for the DNA test are in. Your child, Amy Denise Riley Malfoy, has the paternal features of Draco Malfoy and the maternal features of Hermione Granger.

The results for the DNA test are in. Melissa Katelyn Potter, has the paternal features of Harry Potter and the maternal features of Ginny Weasley.

Hermione dropped the envelope and shook her head furiously. "This is nearly impossible. I was never with you. Never. And Harry was never with Ginny, either."

Draco leaned against the wall, folding his arms. "They traced it back and said at one point before pregnancy, you were both put in the hospital and--she told me herself, Weasley did, she made herself look like you and made you look like her. Then, the little psycho Obliviated you hard enough to almost forget your name, but sent you to me unbelievably drunk off your ass." He scowled. Hermione was beyond disbelief. It was a new level. How did this slip from her memory?

"Wait a minute, so she told you this? When!" Draco tilted his head.

"It's not like I'm fine with it. I was furious with her when she told me, the little crazy bint. A fact, even if I didn't know you, was that you were Potter's property. When Amy used to visit her, she told me about a couple of years ago. But seeing as Amy and I just moved here, I didn't really know you lived across until Melissa came by."

"And if you're wondering, after that event, you returned to your house and couldn't remember who the hell you were, so Weasley saw you go to occupational therapy at the loony-bin she was locked in and that was most likely how it came back. Things like this are covered up naturally, there's no way you could call back a memory like that." The blonde sighed.

"I still don't understand...So in the beginning, our children were mixed up." Hermione stated.


"Well, yes. Lana said that they were born within minutes of each other and you were in the wing where Weasley was, so naturally, you'd be in the rooms next to each other." Draco looked to the stairs where Amy had come down. She looked up at Hermione, her eyes turning a soft cobalt.

"Are you really my mother?" Amy asked. Hermione swallowed nervously, but nodded nonetheless. Amy's eyes filled with tears, and tentatively, she walked over and hugged Hermione. Hermione patted the girl's head affectionately.

"Are you going to come live with us?" Sadly, Hermione shook her head. Despite the fact, the rest of her children belonged to Harry and she couldn't leave them just to keep Amy happy, no matter how much she wanted to do that.

"But I'll visit you everyday if that makes you happy." Amy brightened and hugged Hermione, before running back up the stairs. Hermione couldn't help the smile on her face.

"I'll be getting along, Draco. Take care, you and Amy." The blonde nodded nonchalantly, letting her past to walk out of the door.

Once Hermione got outside, she sighed and racked her brain for the information she had just received. So, she had given birth to Draco Malfoy's child. And Melissa wasn't even hers. But that wasn't possible!

Amy had blue eyes, the distinct color of Ginny's eyes, along with Draco's blonde hair, and Melissa had brown curls, that surely couldn't have come from Harry, but her eyes turned green on occasion, like Harry's. Children switched at birth, whoever heard of such a stupid mistake!

Sighing, she walked down the block, letting these thoughts run through her head. 'I should tell Harry...' But the stubborn side kicked in and she kept walking, determined not ot turn back and tell Harry what she had just learned, even if it dealt with their--his--daughter.

Suddenly, she felt a wand in her back. "Don't move, Hermione dear. Don't move and no one gets hurt." She looked over her shoulder and gasped. Poking their wand into her back was Kali Smith, her eyes gleaming and pushed Hermione roughly forward. Hermione found herself in front of a tall house, which was no doubtedly Kali's.

Walking inside, still at wand point, Hermione noted Jason, Kali's boyfriend, lying unconscious across the couch. Sitting comfortably in an armchair, Ginny Weasley twirled her wand. In Hermione's eyes, the girl looked completely rough. Her once long red hair was cut to brush her shoulders, and the ct looked like she had done it herself with a knife. Her eyes were dark as she watched Kali force Hermione to her knees.

"Well, dear. We meet again." Hermione glared at Ginny, whose wand was pointed at Kali.

"The Imperious Curse, Ginny? How could you..." The redheaded girl laughed loudly.

"How could I...I'm doing it, aren't I? I told you, Hermione. You can't live happy forever. So, I'm over to your ex's house to do away with the children. That wretched Melissa. Shouldn't have never fucked that up, shouldn't have. How's Draco doing?"

Hermione glared. "Don't you dare touch Melissa...My ex? Harry..that's rich. Harry and I are married, Ginny. There's no breaking up in marriages. And what relation do you have with him anyway?" Ginny laughed.

"Oh Hermione, so much you didn't know. Melissa is mine, no matter what. I'll always have her. How I could easily fuck your life up and you don't know...It was Jason, Hermione. I placed the Imperious on Jason to have him attack Melissa and Amy, but I disguised him with my brother's voice. Unfortunately for me, my brother was at your house. So, Jason came back and reported everything." Kali pushed Hermione down into the corner, then stepped back.

"Don't touch her, Kali." Ginny ordered. "Fetch me my potion." The blonde turned on her sole and marched down a long hallway, returning shortly with a ugly looking potion, to which Hermione growled out, "Polyjuice!"

Ginny laughed. "Good job, Hermione!" The redhead stood, and knelt down. Pointing her wand, she muttered, "Incarcerous." Hermione found herself bound and Ginny took the ends of Hermione's curls and yanked. The brunette winced, but Ginny victoriously held up a strand.

"Kali, fetch me another cup." After retrieving the cup, Ginny emptied some of the potion into the cup, dropping her own hair into it. She handed the cup with her hair in it to Kali. "Give that to Hermione."


Obediently, the blonde braced herself and pushed the cup against Hermione's mouth. Being who she was, Hermione shook her head angrily, trying to evade the potion, but Kali grabbed her chin and held her still, watching her kick her legs out. With a satisfying grin, Kali stepped back and watched the potion begin it's effects, while Ginny drank hers.


"Stupefy!" Ginny, now Hermione, said, pointing her wand at Hermione, now Ginny, in the corner.

"Stay and watch her!" 'Hermione' ordered Kali, who sat in the armchair beside the bed. She pointed her wand at Jason and said, "Imperio." Waiting for the spell to take affect, she then ordered him. "Kill Kali if Hermione leaves."

--

Waking up from the Stunner, Hermione looked over to Jason. He was napping quiety, and Kali was nowhere to be seen. Pulling quickly, she managed to bunch the ropes underneath her elbow, and she bent her arm, forcing them down, and getting her arms out. Without thinking, she let the rope fall and dashed out of the door, towards her house.

"But, because I killed her--the Imperious Curse wore off." Hermione watched Harry's face for a reaction.

"So, Amy is your daughter and Melissa is Ginny's." Hermione nodded. "But I'm not going to live with them, if that's what worries you. Melissa stays here with us." Harry wrapped his arm around her shoulders and sucked in a breath.

"How is Malfoy taking this?" He asked. Hermione looked at him with a smile.

"Fine, I suppose. He's still Amy's father, so nothing really changed." Hermione leaned into his half embrace with a sigh. "We'll get over this."

--

Jason woke up. Looking around, the black haired man couldn't remember a thing. Standing up, he walked into the living room to see Kali sleeping in the armchair. Smiling, he reached to help her up and take her to lay in the bed, but as soon as he lifted her and his hand brushed her bare arms, he felt a jolt and dropped her. She looked up at him tiredly.

"Jason, what the--" But she stopped at the look in his eyes. Jason didn't know what was going on. Something inside his mind screamed, 'Kill Kali!' and it hurt him so much. He ached, the commands forcing his limbs forward. Kali was scared.

Chapter 6: The Catastrophe

Another Kind of Help

Crys: Okay, so, yeah. Pretty long. My updates are hectic, but this story isn't intended to be that long. Sorry, people. Anyway, drama! How do you feel about the whole Draco and Hermione with Amy and Harry and Ginny with Melissa situation? And people, Ginny's dead. The only conflict left is Jason and Kali, but that will be resolving. You'll never guess who comes to the rescue of Kali. It could be Draco. It could be Amy. It could be Hermione, Harry, or anyone! But can you guess?