Chapter 8- Impossible

"Miss Kenbrook...are you awake?" It was Harry. He was home from work.

Oh shit

"It's Aimee..." She said with her eyes still closed. She felt him move from over her.

"Well, I looks like you've had quite a day." He said. Aimee opened her eyes. He was standing over the cradle that held Kat, sound asleep. He had taken off his over coat and cape, just leaving the white button up shirt and black tie, with plain black pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he wore glasses, which he wasn't wearing earlier this morning.

"I didn't realize you wore glasses." She said sitting up on the sofa and straitening her sweater. He half laughed and said;

"They're my trademark..." He smiled. "I have contacts that I prefer to wear, they make me...less noticeable. But today they became irritating so I took them out."

"Why would you need to be less noticeable?" She asked. He just continued to stare down at Katrina and didn't answer until she spoke his name.

"Ron told me you were a witch." He said simply. This took her aback, and she didn't know what to say.

"I am, but I'm not from around here..." She drifted off.

"Let's just say I've lived a very public life, and prefer to stay in the shadows as much as possible." He said walking over and sitting in the chair across from the sofa and crossing his legs. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He seemed extremely tired, maybe even more tired than she was. She looked towards the clock on the wall. It read 6:45, and she remembered that she had not eaten all day. She looked at Harry, who seemed to have dozed off in the chair. She should probably make something to eat. Except for the fact that she'd never cooked in her life, there shouldn't be any problems. She sighed heavily. Maybe she could just make sandwiches. She at Harry again. He was for sure asleep, and she really didn't want to wake him up to make dinner. Besides, she felt it was her job to make something.

She walked into the kitchen, and searched the cupboards for a recipe book. She didn't look very long. She found a large old book with red binding. There was nothing on the cover, so she opened it. Inside were pictures of put-together dishes, and little index cards with recipes on them. She flipped through the pages and came upon one index card that read: "Beef and Gravy", "Cream Soup", and on the side read: "Harry's Favorite".

She looked back towards the living room. Harry was still asleep in the chair. She decided to make the dish, so she gathered up the ingredients and set them all out on the table. She back towards the card and read the instructions out loud.

"Fill large pot with water and set on stove; wait for it to come to a boil and add milk, butter, desired vegetables and cream." She filled a large pan with water and place it on high on the stove. She went back to the card and read;

"Place two quarter of Beef (preferably roast) in a baking pan." She looked in the fridge for beef, but didn't find any.

"Damnit." She whispered to herself. She glanced back at the index card, but no suggestions for replacements were there. She would have to make something else with the soup. Disappointed she picked up the card and placed it back in the book. But as she was closing it, something appeared on the card.

"Wave wand over pan and say Carna Apara" Confused and amazed, she watched the words disappear, just as they had appeared before her eyes.

"Carna Apara?" She repeated. "I don't have a wand." But Harry had to of. Smiling again, she tip toed into the living room. Harry was still asleep in the chair. She went over to him, but then decided to check his coat first. She went to the front hall and dug into the pockets of the coat. Nothing was there except a chain of keys. He must have it in his pocket. She walked softy back into the living room and stood over him. She leaned over him and felt his pockets. His scent filled her nostrils. Well, not only did he look drop dead gorgeous when he slept, but he smelled wonderful too. She felt something in his pocket, it had to be the wand. She moved over to his right side, and reached her hand in gently. She pulled out the wand and tip toe out of the room.

She leaned over the pan and said the charm.

"Carna Apara." Nothing happened. So she tried again, and little louder. Still nothing. Maybe she wasn't saying it right. She tried a different dialect. Nothing again. She decided to give it one more try.

"CARNA APARA!" And to her surprise, the pan began to fill with slices of roast beef.

"Wow, I could get used to this magic stuff." She said to herself, and happily placed the pan in the oven.

Harry opened his eyes. He'd only meant to sit for a while, but instead he'd fallen asleep. He looked around. The room was dark, and Aimee was no where to be seen. He got up and looked in the cradle. Kat was gone too. His stomach lurched and he felt a sudden nervousness. What if she'd left with Katrina?

As he walked towards the front door, he noticed the kitchen light on, and the sound of violins playing.

"What in the world..." He walked towards the kitchen, and as he did his nose was filled with the sweet aroma of...

He came to a halt in the doorway. Kat was sitting in her little jumper seat on the counter, and Aimee was opening the oven. The music was coming from the small stereo over the cupboard. He walked in further.

"I hope I didn't wake you up." Aimee said, setting her pan down on the table and smiling to herself. "I read that symphonies and that type of music help a baby's mind expand and grow. Hermione brought over this CD today." She smiled at him and motioned for him to sit. He did, not taking his eyes of her. She'd changed from the jeans and sweater she was wearing to a bouncy white skirt and blue top. Her hair was curled like usual, but instead of up it was down. She looked very pretty.

"You didn't have to cook." He said after recuperating his thoughts.

"Well, I was hungry. And I figured you would be too, so I cooked. I hope you don't mind, I know you didn't say anything about dinner or anything..."

"No, it's fine...it's funny, you've made my favorite dish."

"I know! I found it in your cook book." She said enthusiastically, placing a bowl of cream soup in front of him.

"My cook book?" He didn't have a cook book...

"Yes, the red one. I found it in the cupboard." She said, taking a seat.

Harry thought back. He'd never had a cook book. He rarely even cooked, and his dishes were limited.

"Do you mind showing me the book?" Aimee retrieved the book and gave it to him. He opened it up and studied the writing. It was Ginny's handwriting. This was her cook book. He sighed heavily as he felt his heart sink. She always mad him this dinner on special occasions...

"I forgot I had this." He said putting it back were she'd gotten it. She smiled.

"I was happy when I found it. To be honest with you, I've never cooked in my life." She said taking a piece of bread. Harry to that as a warning. He eyed his plate. It looked normal, and smelled delicious. He cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. He looked up to find Aimee staring at him.

"Well?" She asked innocently. He couldn't help but smile at her.

"It's great." He said, swallowing the beef.

"Really! Oh I'm so happy! I can cook!" She laughed at her childishness and was happy to find Harry laughing too.

"Well," Aimee began, "I was to tell you a little about myself. I know how you said this morning that I was a complete stranger..." Harry nodded.

"So then tell me where you're from." He asked.

"Oxford."

"And you've lived there all your life?" He asked sipping his drink.

"Yes...at least as long as I remember."

"What do you mean?" She hesitated.

"I was orphaned at four. I don't even remember my parents. I brought to live at the Chanté de Paris, were I studied language and writing...and dancing..."

"Dancing?"

"Yes, bailee, mainly for theatrical productions. I also studied music,"

"You can play an instrument?"

"No, I can sing." She fumbled with her fork.

"So, you can dance and sing..." He asked casually. "Were did you learn how to care for children? And what about magic?"

"Magic?"

"Yes...I went to Hogwarts, a wizarding school, were we spent seven years...for me six, learning how to use our magic..."

"Magic never seemed to matter much to me as much as my love for music or writing." Half was true, she'd rather been studying what she loved than what she was forced to learn...even though magic was never an issue to her until now.

"But your name must have come up on the lists, you never got a letter from a school?"

"No." Harry was puzzled. If she was a witch, her name would have appeared on the list of potential Hogwarts students...if she got in or not was for her to decide. He found this all too strange.

"So basically, you've been taught no magic?" Aimee swallowed hard.

"Not really..."

"And you've been cut off from the wizarding world?" He interrupted.

"I guess..."

"Then why didn't your powers go away?"

"I don't under..."

"Do you even have powers?"

"Can I talk!" Aimee said raising her voice.

"Sorry." Harry said taking another spoonful of soup. "Talk."

"I do have powers,"

"That's impossible. Never being taught would have forced them to become non existent, therefore forcing you to lose them."

"Well I didn't, I can do magic."

"Let me see."

"Wingardium Leviousa!" As she said the word, Harry's cup began to rise in the air.

"If you've never been taught, how do you know that charm?" He asked softly.

"Hermione, she taught it to me."

"Hermione?"

"Yes, she's going to help me with my magic. I want to learn..." Harry couldn't believe what she was telling him. It didn't make any sense! How could she still have powers if she was never taught to use them? She had to be lying. She had to have had some experience with magic...

"I'd better give Katrina her bottle and put her down, I'll be back to clean everything." She said standing up and picking up Katrina.

"No need, I'll clean it with..." He felt his pocket. "Where's my wand?"

"Oh, I used it to make dinner...and just now, here." She grabbed the wand and gave it to him. He waved his hand over the table and everything disappeared.

"Wow..." She said in awe.

"You don't have a wand either?" She shook her head.

"You'll need one."

"So I'm coming to understand."

"You understand that magic can't be learned over night. It takes years of schooling to be good."

"I don't need to be good." And with that she left the kitchen, and a very bewildered Harry.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews, i know things may be a little confusing, but like i said everything will come out in the wash. As for Ginny and Harry...I don't want to ruin the story, so i'll just say that this will not turn out to be a H/G story.