1Note: To those who reviewed thanks a lot. And to with questions...I've already planned and written the answers to be announced in future chapters. I'm sorry but I'm the type of person who likes to keep guessing as I read. As for Ginny, I've already mentioned that her story is not finished, and for your question about Katrina; She won't grow up knowing her mother loves her because how would she know if she never meets her...just trust me everything will come out in the wash, but I do appreciate the questions, they keep me updated on what should be said. As for Hermione...I don't know maybe she just wants to help Aimee, there aren't answers to everything! If there was there would be no story!

Chapter 6- Here we go

Harry began pacing around the sitting room. It was Noon, and Hermione said she'd be here at eleven thirty. He was extremely nervous, not for any particular reason however, I mean it's not like this is some big test or anything. He plopped down on the sofa and let out a sigh. He wasn't fooling anyone. He was a wreak. He hadn't slept in days, not because of Katrina, (although she did add to the endless nights), he hadn't eaten, heck he hadn't even showered until this morning. He stayed up hours at end, trying to come up with some reason of Ginny leaving. He hadn't come up with anything. And now, he was forced to hire someone, some random person, to take care of his child, because quite frankly he'd had no experience with children, and at the moment can barley change a diaper. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock, and the sound of the door opening. In stumbled Ron, with a few large suitcases and behind him a red faced Hermione and a small figure behind her.

"It's a little chilly out there." She said coming towards him and kissing him on the cheek. "Sorry we're late, we had to do a little last minute shopping, I'm sorry Harry but I don't have any money left from the lot you gave me, but don't worry I made sure it all went to good use." She added motioning towards the suitcases Ron was setting down.

"I'm sure you did." He answered lightly and motioned her to sit.

"Oh sorry, I've no time for talking at the moment, you see, Ronald neglected to tell me that my parents are arriving a few days ahead of schedule and we have to pick them up at Kings Cross, so let me hurry and introduce you." She said loosening her scarf and holding out her hand for the person to come forward. Harry stood up and watched as the woman came forward. She was very young looking, he thought, perhaps not even out of school...

"Harry this is Aimee, Aimee this is Harry." She looked up and smiled and something in him made him smile back. She had her hair tied back, but little curls still hung in her face. She tucked them behind her ear and put out her arm for a hand shake.

"It's nice to meet you." She said softy that Harry could barley hear her.

"So I assume you've had experience with children?"

"Uh..." She glanced back at Hermione who jumped in.

"Of course she has Harry, don't be silly."

"Um, Hermione...It's getting late..." Ron said glancing at his watch.

"Oh yes. Well I'll have to swing by tomorrow then Aimee, just to make sure you'll be ok. Let's say around noon?" Aimee nodded and took her by the arm whispering something in her ear.

"Well mate, hope everything works out alright." Ron said coming over to Harry.

"Where did you find her?" Harry asked looking over his shoulder at Aimee, who seemed to be disappointed in something.

"She's new in town, from Oxford, she's said she studied at some Chanté de Paris."

"And this is in Oxford?" Harry asked alarmed. "Sounds French!"

"It is...I don't know why don't you ask her." Ron gave Harry one last look as Hermione swooped him out, leaving both Harry and Aimee in utter awkwardness.