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Chapter 3

Harry

Ginny led Hermione up to the front door of the house, and opened it. Hermione walked in after her, with Emily still in her arms.

"Harry, we're here," She announced.

The house that the three of them had just walked into could be described in one word, huge. It looked like a nice, neat house that was clean, which seemed odd to Hermione, never seeing Harry really care about his mess. The first room which they walked into was just about empty. It had a few Quiditch posters hung up, but nothing on the floor. Hermione was shocked at how nice this house was, but there was no doubt that Harry couldn't afford this.

Hermione saw a shadow walking over to her, and she quickly put Emily back down on the floor. Harry entered the room, and engulfed Hermione in a huge hug.

"It's good to see you again, Hermione." Harry said.

Harry had looked no different then what he did those many years ago. He still had his dark black hair, and those emerald eyes, the two traits which made Hermione fall in love with him before. He seemed to have grown slightly, which Hermione thought seemed impossible since he was already much taller than her.

"It's good to see you too, Harry," She muttered.

It was true, she was really glad to see him again; she missed him and wanted him there for her. She still had the slight feelings for him, but she tried to push them aside. She knew she couldn't have any feelings for him, especially after she left him.

Harry was still very oblivious as to why Hermione had left him. At first, he was very mad at her. He thought he would never forget her. She was the love of his life, and always had a place in his heart. As much as he didn't want to forgive her for breaking his heart into a thousand pieces, Ginny persuaded him into not being mad at her anymore. He was unsure if he actually needed Ginny's help in forgiving her, because he had never been able to be angry at Hermione for a long period of time. It was a lot easier to be mad at her when she wasn't there, but now that she was, he knew he could never stay mad at her. They were best friends and had been there for each other.

"And who is this?" Harry asked, noticing the little girl standing right next to Hermione, now holding her hand.

"I'm Emily," she said, with a huge smile on her face.

"That's my daughter," Hermione said, hoping to fill in the blanks.

Harry slowly got down to his knees, so he could be at Emily's level. "I'm Harry, a good friend of your mommy's." he said. He then shook her hand, trying to entertain the young child.

"How old are you?" Harry asked her, wanting to learn as much about her as possible.

"Four," she said proudly. She showed Harry four fingers, thinking he would count them.

"How old are you?" she asked politely.

"The same age as your Mom, twenty-two." He answered.

Harry then rose up, back to standing tall on his two feet. He turned his attention pack over to Hermione.

"You're stuff arrived her late last night." He said. "I brought it all upstairs this morning. When I put it their, it sort of unpacked itself. Handy spell you just got there. You need to teach me that one someday, it would be very useful."

"Okay," Hermione said.

"First, I think Ginny and I need to give you a tour of the house, so you can get use to it. After, since I know you must be really hungry from the flight, we should go out to it."

"Alright," Hermione said.

Harry first led them upstairs. The upstairs hallway had many doors. He told them which door was which, finally arriving at where Hermione was to sleep.

"Do you want Emily to have her own room?" Harry asked, trying to make things as comfy and at-home as possible.

"No, that's alright." Hermione answered, not wanting to cause any trouble.

Harry then opened the door to the room in which Hermione was going to live for a while.

The room was medium-sized, and was made to Hermione's liking. It had a nice sized bed in the middle of the room, centering just about everything around it. The back wall was full of books, incase Hermione got bored during her stay. The most spectacular thing about the room was the ceiling. The ceiling looked just like the daytime sky. Clouds floated just above their heads, making Emily stare in awe.

"Thought you might like it" He said. "This is sort of like the room of requirements, it will change into what you want it to change into, except you don't have to walk around the room three times like we use to. Watch."

Harry pierced his eyes shut, and concentrated on one thing in his mind. In a matter of seconds, the room had some small changes. The room was now much bigger than it was before. On one side, the room expanded. It had a smaller sized bed in addition to Hermione's bed. There were also quite a few toys and such that Harry thought Emily might enjoy.

"Wow," Emily said, grinning in amazement. She had never seen magic work this way before.

"Much better," Harry commented. He then led the crew outside the door, hoping to finish the tour. He showed them everything from where the bathroom was, to where he and Ginny slept.

Harry then climbed back down the stairs and led them out the door. He drove them all into Diagon Alley, where they shared many memories of the old days. He shortly found somewhere to eat.

After the end of the day, most of Hermione's fears about Harry had disappeared. She was now not worried about Harry finding out he was a father. As much as she didn't want him to, she thought whatever happened would happen for the better. She was just very happy to be back in her best friend's presence again.

"Did you know?" Harry asked Ginny late that night. Both Hermione and Emily were fast asleep a few rooms down from theirs.

"What?" Ginny asked, unsure what he was talking about.

"Did you know Hermione had a daughter?" Harry asked, giving her more information to go on this time."

"Sort of," Ginny answered. "She just told me a long while back."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn… She didn't want me to." Ginny answered, trying to make things clear but not give away the truth.

"Why?"

"I don't know," Ginny said, hoping to end this conversation, and she did.

"Mummy, look at this," Emily said to Hermione.

It was early in the morning, too early for Harry. The new voices in the house had awoken both him and Ginny. He heard Hermione whispering in their room. He could not hear exactly what she was saying, but he knew it had to be something nice to her daughter. He had only seen Hermione around her for a day, and she could already tell she was a great mother.

Harry rolled out of bed, quietly. He threw a shirt on (An-He already had pants on, don't think wrong) and walked out the room, shutting the door very silently. He knew if he left Ginny alone, she would eventually fall back to sleep. He walked down the hall and over to Hermione's room. The door was closed, so Harry obviously couldn't see what was going on, or hear them any better than he could before. He knocked on the door, not wanting to disturb what might have been going on.

"You can come in," Hermione said, still not too loudly.

"Good morning," Harry said in a gentlemen's voice. "Ginny's still sleeping. How was you're first night?"

"Not to bad. Of course Emily's always up bright and early, so I never get to sleep late anymore." Hermione said, jokingly. "Sorry if she woke you two."

"It's alright; I'll get use to it."

Harry sat there and started playing with Emily. He thought she was really cute and very fun for a little kid. He started at her, and noticed her resemblance to Hermione.

"When are you guys going to have little Harry's running around?"

"Not for a while, I think." Harry said straight out.

"Yeah, it'll be sooner than you know it." Hermione said a smirk on her face.

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