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First off thanks for all the reviews… oh and 100 bonus points plus one of my special cookies for angeleye68 who guessed that Leeloo the house elf got her name from the fifth element

And I have to give a super apology for not updating in so long, but lets just say that I do not recommend moving to another state right after a major holiday… yay from the far north; Michigan, to the east; Virginia, and now the south; Alabama, I sure have gotten around in the past 6 months.

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Standing and quickly striding over to Hermoine, Severus grabs her shoulders and gives her a quick shake, "Get a hold of yourself Mrs. Malfoy, we have work to do, and there is no time for you to wallow in guilt." Turning her to look him in the eyes, he finishes, "I require all of the information you acquired; I need your plans for the law, any note or proof you have that wasn't burnt, if I am ever to get my daughter, and you your best friend, we have a lot of work to do."

Hermoine just stares at her ex-professor after his speech, "But Severus, the World Council, the names of members are kept a strict secret so that there is no chance of corruption, and without a great need the council will not meet on their own, it is an impossible task" She moves away from Severus and calls for Leeloo to bring her something stronger than tea, glancing at the distraught man she seconds that order.

Grateful for the glass of scotch the elf brings him, Severus turns to the no longer bushy haired woman with the first real smile, "It just so happens that I happen to know the French council member… we happen to be quite good friends, and I am one of the few people who happens to know his status. And being on such good terms with him, I am certain in being able to enlist his help to our cause." He smiles again before downing the rest of his scotch.

Hermoine turns quickly, with shock present on her face from his proclamation. "You mean all along you knew a member, that if Harry had just told you his plan, our plan from the start none of this would have happened?"

Quirking his eyebrow Severus regards the young woman, "Yes, and on the other hand a large resounding No… You see while I can get him to believe in our cause, we must still give him enough evidence to call for a council meeting, and then we must still convince the council. So if our argument is sound and secure, then theoretically we will be fine, but they may still not want to take any chances, and if they find out about Olivia, they may still condemn her to death. They may want to put provisions under the law limiting the conditions of conception and birth. We actually have a long battle ahead of us."

Smiling widely Hermoine suddenly twirls around in joy, "But there is hope, after everything we've been through Severus you must know we have a chance, all we ever had was hope before. We must find and tell Harry… Olivia said that she wanted a daddy for Christmas that means we have a week to find them."

Staring at Hermoine as though she were crazy, Severus summons the house elf to refill his glass. Turning to sit back in his chair he responds, "You must be out of your know-it-all mind Granger, we can not interfere in their lives now, if anyone were to find out about them it is instant death, we must endeavor to get the law changed first."

Hermoine simply stares at the dour man, and takes a drink of her scotch as she moves to sit down in the wingback chair across from him. Taking another drink before speaking, "Severus how can you sit there and honestly say that you will, by your own violation, delay meeting your daughter, the fabled child that you claim to have longed for. Harry deserves to know, and most of all Olivia deserves to know her other father.

"Be that as it may, the task at hand and of the most importance is to change the law, otherwise my daughters, and your friends' life if forfeit. Now I need you to gather all of your materials as soon as possible so that I may set up a meeting with the French council member. That is the first step; after we have his support and a meeting date for the council then we may find my daughter." Severus then leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers in his lap as he ponders the emotions crossing the woman's face; defiance, anger, and finally hope.

Taking another drink, Hermoine ponders what he has said; she knows it is the logical choice, but not the most satisfying one. Severus may not see the hope, but I will find Harry and his daughter, and then he must have hope.

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP (Harry and Olivia)

Harry was standing outside of Olivia's snow covered school, waiting for the bell to ring. Humming to himself Harry hears the bell and waits for the rush of elementary school children. Seeing Olivia's bouncing black pigtails, he quickly strides up the slushy walkway, as she comes running and jumps into his arms, "Father guess what? I painted a picture of a bunny and the teacher liked it." She says holding out the picture of the black and white bunny.

Harry picks the girl up and puts her on his shoulders as they walk home, "That's a lovely bunny honey we can put it on the refrigerator when we get home. And talking about food, have you decided upon what cookies we're making for Santa this year, I have to know early so I can buy all the stuff."

Holding onto the maroon knit cap on her fathers' head Olivia says, "I've been thinking, everyone does gingerbread or sugar cookies, so I was thinking about maybe rice crispy treats, and we could dye them colors… and all kinds of stuff, and of course just carrots for the reindeer, nine carrots one for each of them."

Walking the next couple of snow covered blocks very quickly, Harry sees their little house, with the little yard and plastic playset just peaking from the back yard, and asks, "Well Olivia would you like to play outside for a little bit or did you want to come in and help me with dinner?"

Pretending to think hard about it, Olivia signals that she wants down, and says, "Well… can I use my sled to slide down the snow-covered back stairs? Please?"

Laughing, "Of course you can honey, I'll just come in back and shovel the back deck so there is more snow on the stairs for you. Now you check and make sure that that your boots, gloves, and hat are on tight." After speaking Harry quickly walks, with Olivia in tow, around the house to shovel the back porch as promised.

With the shoveling quickly finished, the green eyed man makes sure that Olivia is alright sliding by herself, then proceeds into the house to finish his pot roast and potatoes dinner. Quickly sticking his head back out the back porch door, he calls, "Olivia did you want gravy with dinner?"

Waiting until she slides to the bottom of the stairs/makeshift sled hill stands and yells back, "Yes father… please."

A half hour later, Olivia gets cold, and after putting away her sled trudges through the back door covered in snow. Seeing his daughter about to enter the kitchen immediately holds up his hand and yells, "Stop, don't make another move into my kitchen before you take off all of that off."

Sighing, Olivia slowly begins to undress, and before just throwing it all in a pile remembers to hang up her snow-pants and coat before her father has to remind her again. But seeing him start to make a glass of hot chocolate for her, she quickly brightens up and puts away her hat, gloves, and boots.

Smiling that she put everything away, Harry hands Olivia her glass of hot chocolate, with extra marshmallows, and then walks with her into the living room to turn on her favorite program Dora the Explorer. America really had some of the best children's programs he thought.

Seeing her settled in her very own Dora the Explorer recliner, Harry returns to the kitchen to put his finishing touches on the roast. Seeing everything is going well, he turns to start setting the table. Spotting the painting of the bunny his daughter made, he makes an abrupt turn to grab it, and pin it to the fridge with a magnet shaped like the letter B.

With perfect timing as to the ending of her show, Harry calls the little girl to dinner. Sitting her in her booster chair, he starts to make her plate, when she asks, "Father did you have pot roast and potatoes in England?"

Laughing slightly as he settles himself into his chair, "Of course we do honey. We have lots of other foods as well, maybe one day I'll make you kippers." Then they both settle down to dinner.

After dinner, Harry works with Olivia on her schoolwork, and being in advanced first grade, that consisted of learning new words, and basic numbers and math. Olivia was very smart, and was advanced in her letters and reading. She could read and write already, but was at normal levels with everything else, so she was still in first grade with the other children her age.

Soon it was bedtime, and Harry was picking out a book to read to Olivia, even though she could read on her own, they kept up the tradition of Harry reading a chapter of a book at night. Seeing as they had just finished their previous book, Little House on the Prairie and Harry didn't have the rest of the books they had to pick something else, so he decided upon some silly poetry out of their favorite book, Where the Sidewalk Ends. Thinking that Olivia was asleep, Harry closes the book, and starts to stand when Olivia says, "Father would it be bad to use my Christmas wish, to wish for my Daddy?"

Bending down with sorrow in his eyes, Harry quickly hugs his daughter. "No honey, it wouldn't be a bad thing, but Santa may not be able to grant that wish. He only does good things, and if the bad people found us then bad things would happen. I know you want your Daddy and hopefully one day you will be able to meet him, but for now you have to wait. Now it is bed time." Kissing the top of her head, he rearranges her stuffed ponies.

"I love you my little one." He says as he walks to the door and turns off the light, leaving the door cracked a little bit. Sighing to himself Harry quietly walks down the stairs, and once again pondered if his decision was the right one. It had to be right; I don't know what I would do without Olivia, now I have a family a real one, instead of the borrowed one I had with the Weasleys. Although I do miss Ron and Hermoine something awful sometimes.

Knowing that he can't change anything now, Harry tidies up the house before setting down in his study to again wonder if he should write a letter to Severus and explain, or at least send a Christmas card. Though he had left Britain and the wizarding community at large Harry kept up with his magic and knew he was more than capable of sending an untraceable letter.

Quickly deciding against the letter, as Severus would be far angrier at this knowledge than he must surely be at Harry leaving so precipitously those many years ago.

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I know its kinda short, but hey at least its something… and as for things about Olivia I had to flash back to when my niece was 6, she really did do rice crispy treats, and there are always 9 carrots for the reindeer. And as for sliding on the stairs, she still does that several years later, its more fun than you might think. As for Little House on the Prairie, and Where the Sidewalk Ends, I don't own either of them, although my niece does own a copy of each.

I have a general plot, and I'm still trying to figure out how to follow that plot, so I decided to give you a snippet into the life of Harry and Olivia.