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Disclaimer: J.K Rowling owns all Harry Potter related characters, places, etc. The restaurant I use in this chapter is actually based on another restaurant I've been to also, so I really can't take credit for that either.

Chapter 14

Daddy

"What do you want to do?" Harry asked the youngster who was sitting on the coach, staring at a little black bock that her and her mother called a television. Harry was sitting next to her trying to figure out what was so interesting about this box. Yeah, colors flashed across it, but magic was so much more exciting.

"Are you hungry?" he asked her. Even though they had only been alone for a few minutes, Harry wanted to go and do something exciting with Emily to leave a lasting impression on her memory since he hardly ever got to spend time with her. He was also hoping that someday he would be her dad, even if it wasn't biologically.

"Yes," she answered quickly. It was way past her normal lunch time, and she was starving.

"Do you want to go to a magical restaurant, or a muggle one?" He asked.

Harry was hoping that Emily wanted to go to eat somewhere in the wizarding world, because he didn't know too many restaurants in the muggle world.

Emily rested her hand on her head and thought really hard about where she wanted to eat. She really liked eating at magical restaurants, but she hadn't been to any muggle restaurants recently, and she missed the food their; her and her mother use to eat their a lot before. But the magical restaurants were a lot more fun, especially when Harry was around.

"Let's go to a magical restaurant," she decided.

"Great," Harry said.

He walked over to the fireplace and grabbed the pot of floo powder that was attached to the side of it. Emily got up and followed him over to the fireplace. She thought that they were going to drive over to the restaurant, but when she saw that he had stopped at the fireplace, she became very puzzled. If they were leaving, why was he stopping to light a fire?

"Have you ever floo-ed before?" Harry asked Emily. He knew that floo powder might be difficult for her to use, but it was also the fastest way to get to their destination.

"Flopping?" Emily said to Harry. She had no idea what he was talking about. "Isn't that what the Easter bunny has, floppy ears?"

Harry chuckled; she was really confused. He now obviously knew that she had never used floo powder before, since she didn't even know what it was.

"Flooing is a magical way of transportation, like a car, or an airplane." Harry informed her. "You take this powdery stuff, step into the fireplace, throw the floo powder down and shout out the name of the place you want to go. I can't believe your mother never used floo powder before."

"No, she didn't." Emily said. She thought for a moment, and tried to remember the last time she saw her mother using something that was from the wizarding world before they had came to Harry's house. "My mom didn't use magic a lot. She didn't ever use it."

Harry found that very hard to believe. He knew that Hermione used magic back when she lived with Emily, because he tracked her down a while after she left, using her wand. That was when he was going to chase after him, but Ginny persuaded her not to. She told him that it wasn't worth it, and he needed to get over her. Now he wished he didn't listen to her.

"Your mom probably used magic when you weren't around," he concluded.

"Why?"

"I'm not really sure."

Harry glanced down and realized that he was still holding the floo powder in his hand. With ever second that passed by, he knew Emily was getting hungrier and hungrier. He decided that they needed to go out to eat now; they did have the whole day to talk.

"Step up into the fireplace." Harry commanded. She listened to him, but stopped dead in her tracks.

"Am I gonna get burned?" she asked, scared of the flames that she knew were inside all fireplaces.

"No," Harry told her. He walked over to the fireplace and stepped inside before she did. He padded all the sides of the fireplace, trying to show Emily that there were no flames inside of it, in hopes of erasing all of her fears. "See, there are no flames in here. We don't actually use this fireplace for fire."

Emily looked up at Harry, dumbfounded. She followed him, though, and walked into the fireplace, standing right next to Harry. He picked her up and held her close to his side. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, securing herself. With his empty hand, Harry grabbed some floo powder from the pot that was once again hanging from the side of the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley," He screamed, throwing the powder down to the bottom of the fireplace. A blue flame magically appeared, and engulfed them. In no time, they were in the wizarding world, where Harry met his friends year after year while they were on summer holiday.

"Wow, I can't believe that worked." Harry commented. She looked up at him, unsure of what he was talking about. He had never did this before? Reading her mind, he knew he had to explain.

"Your mom told me about flooing, with more than one person. I have floo-ed, many times before, just never with another person."

"Oh," she said. "Can we go eat now?" After waiting for several minutes, or maybe even an hour, she was becoming impatient. Who could blame her; she was starving.

Grinning, Harry agreed. He knew it had been a while since he had told her that they were going out to eat.

"Alright, let's go," Harry told her. He started walking, but he turned around when he noticed that she wasn't following him. He walked closer to her, unsure of why she wasn't tagging along.

"Harry, can you hold my hand?" she asked him, in a soft, low voice.

He could have smacked himself for being so stupid. This was Emily's first time at Diagon Alley, seeing all the odd and unordinary people and objects. Plus, everywhere they went, Hermione was always holding her hand.

"Of course," Harry put his hand in front of her and she placed her hand in his.

He was becoming a father figure to her and he knew it. He could tell she now looked up to him, and that he was starting to become her male role model, probably because he was the only man that she saw everyday, or at least that's what he believed. Even though Harry didn't exactly know anything about Emily before, he could tell that she didn't have a man living with her because she became attached to him so quickly.

"We're almost there," Harry told her, knowing that she was about to ask him again, like all children do over and over.

They turned onto a new street way, but a puzzled look crept across Harry's face. He stopped and stared up at the street signs, unsure of where they were.

"Are we lost?" Emily asked.

Harry looked up at her, not sure whether to tell her the truth or not, because he didn't want her to get worried.

"We're not lost," he told her. "I'm just not sure which way were suppose to go."

"Oh, okay," she answered, relieved. "What's the number?"

"Um…" He looked back at her, having no idea what she was talking about. "What number?"

"The one on top of the places," she said, pointing to the address numbers on top of each and every building.

"Oh…," Harry said, feeling completely stupid. "1543."

Emily took a glance up and down the alleyway. After staring at a couple of different stores, she knew that she was correct.

"We gotta go that way," she announced, point down the street. "The restaurant is right down there."

"Okay," Harry said.

He wasn't completely sure whether or not she was right, she was only four, and she had never been to Diagon Alley before. But then again, what did he have to lose; he had no idea where he was going anyways.

Walking for a minute, Emily stopped suddenly, almost making Harry run into her. She stared at one of the buildings, making sure the number on top was correct.

"Is that it?" she asked. Harry looked over and read the sign.

Believe it or not, Emily had lead them the right way, and they had made it to the restaurant.

"You're just like your mother," Harry told her, giving her a huge compliment.

He grabbed the door handle, and twisted it open. Still holding onto Emily's hand, they both filed into the restaurant, where they were immediately greeted by the hostess.

"Table for two?" she asked them.

"Yes ma'am." Harry said politely.

"Follow me."

Emily's hand had tightened on Harry's, mostly because she was very unsure of her surroundings. She soon loosened it though, amazed with the restaurant. This wizarding restaurant had a very interesting theme; quidditch. It was wall to wall with different quidditch gear and materials, everything from posters to older brooms to championship cups. Looking up, she realized that there were many brooms whizzing through the air, high above her head.

"Here's your table," the hostess told them.

Emily had now just decided that this was the best restaurant she had ever been to, in her short life. The table in which they were going to eat at was shaped like a huge broom that was made out of plastic. Surrounding the bristle part of the broom was two chairs. Lined up on what was suppose to be the handle of the broom (or the broomstick) were napkins, ketchup, mustard, salt and pepper.

Emily took a seat on the chair which was shaped like a snitch; the wings being the arms of the chair and the golden ball being the actual seat. Harry sat on the seat opposite of her, which was in the shape of a bludger with the bats being the arms of this chair and the bludgers being where Harry was to sit.

"Here are you're menus," the hostess said cheerfully. She handed them both menus, Emily getting the children's menu and Harry getting the adults. She was fascinated by the moving pictures spread across the front cover of her menu; there were two qudditch players, flying on brooms, trying to make the quaffle into the rings.

"Your waiter will be with you in a few minutes."

With that the waitress left Harry and Emily alone to look over there menu's and decide what they wanted to eat. Emily opened her menu and looked at it. Unfortunately, she couldn't read yet, so this paper just looked like a bunch of letters smushed together. Trying to impress Harry, she sat there and stared at the paper, pretending that she could actually read what it said.

"Um…" Harry looked over at Emily, and noticed that she was staring at the menu. He racked his brain trying to remember her telling him she knew how to read. He remembered her telling him she could write her name, but never anything about her being able to read already.

"Do you know how to read?" He asked her.

That's it, she was caught. She was hoping that he didn't figure out that she couldn't read; now she wasn't a special little kid anymore. She looked up at him innocently. She smiled, but shook her head no, adding her cute little puppy dog eyes.

A grin flashed across Harry's face; he knew Emily didn't learn how to read yet. Hermione would have told him about that, he knew it.

Harry picked up Emily's menu and she quickly decided what she wanted. Within minutes the waitress came and ordered their food and drinks. She sent their order to cook and left them alone again while their food was being cooked.

While waiting for their food, Harry and Emily chatted lightly on various topics. There was something huge that Emily wanted to talk to Harry about, but she was way too embarrassed to bring it up. The more they talked, though, the more comfortable she became being around him and able to talk to him.

"Harry, can I talk to you about something?" Emily asked, in a very low voice. She was still quite shy and embarrassed, which surprised him. He didn't know kids that young could be that nervous about talking to someone.

"Yeah, of course. You can talk to me about anything, anytime, anywhere." He said, acting not only like a father figure, but also like a friend.

"Will you be my daddy?" She asked, shocking him completely.

Harry knew that he and Emily were going to someday have a father daughter relationship, he just wasn't very aware that it was going to come this soon. It was like the smart remark that he had just gave Hermione was coming true. He really didn't know what to say to her. He wanted to be her father, he did, it was just that…

"I would love to be your dad, Emily, but what about your real father, you know the one whose blood runs throughout you."

She looked back at him; feeling like her dream was just crushed. She wanted him to be her father. No, she needed him to be. She needed someone to look up to, not just someone that was in her imagination.

"I don't know my real daddy," she blurted out, trying to choke back tears that were now beginning to water up her eyes.

"You mean you're mom never told you about your father?" Harry asked. He noticed that this conversation was killing Emily, but he could agree to be her dad until he knew that truth, the whole truth. The last thing he needed would be to get jinxed by her real father.

"No, she didn't," Emily sighed, hoping to try to keep her tears from crawling down her cheeks. "When I met you, I thought you were him, I thought you were my daddy. We have so much the same."

"Yeah, I know, we do have a lot in common." He muttered. "Now, Emily, did you ever ask your mom about your father?"

"I asked her if you were my daddy, and she said no." Emily said, sounding very disappointed.

"I asked her that to," Harry muttered. He then turned back up the volume on his voice and said: "Of course I'll be you're dad Emily." He extended his hand forward, and wiped the tear off of her cheek that had just escaped her eye.

Harry knew that this was the best conclusion he could make out of this situation. Maybe Emily having a dad, and knowing that she had someone that would always be there for her, would inspire her, and turn her into a better person than what she might have become if she never grew up with someone who acted like a father toward her. He hated living his own life without a father, and he knew he would have felt worse knowing that his father didn't want him, or even knew he existed. He didn't want Emily to think that way. She was too young to think that way now, but he didn't want her to ever think like that, whether she was five or fifty. He knew that being her dad would show her that there is some male out there who loves her, unconditionally, instead of her feeling like she was an accident.

Something flew past Harry, taking him out of his trance. The flying objects glided past them, but swerved and landed right in front of Emily. Both of them immediately recognized these objects; crayons and paper.

"Emily, I've got an idea; why don't you write your name for me while were waiting to get our food.

"Okay," she said. Writing her name was now one of her favorite thing to do. She picked up the crayon and began to write her name across the paper.

AN- A little cliff hanger for you guys, haven't had one of those in a while. For some reason, this chapter didn't really reach my expectations, but it did come out a lot better on here then it did on paper. I hope the next chapter will be sooner, but I am planning on making that one this length, or longer. So stick around…

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For anyone who also is reading Accidentally in Love, there will be a chapter up sometime soon. I'm shooting for tomorrow night, so hopefully that will pan out.

Kelly