Hey ya'll! Haha. Glad you liked my story. It took me a while to finally set on an age for Lily. I kept going back and forth. Older and younger. She was originally supposed to be 6 months old, but when I looked online for some 6 month old stuff, it was too complicated, so I stuck with 8 months. I got this idea like a few years ago, but that one was a little different. They were younger and the baby was a newborn, and they didn't adopt it, just watched over it and became her "parents". That story didn't go anywhere. Haha. My sister had a baby about 3 weeks ago, so that's where I got this inspiration. His name is Paul and he looks like an eggroll. His daddy, my bro-in-law is half irish and 1/4 japanese. We call him "Sushi" haha. So Paul is "eggroll". Haha.
I also saw an episode of Smallville, where Clark and Lana find a baby in a field and they sort of look after it. I also got the idea from that, too.
I got sick yesterday, and ended having to come home early from school. Stupid allergies! Stupid winter! Haha. So instead of writing a paper for English that's due on Monday and studying for Mid-terms which starts next week, I wrote this, for you. All day long. Haha.
Oh, and guess who's getting the Ultimate Editions of Harry Potter 1 & 2? MOI! I didn't look for my christmas presents, my step-mom practically showed it to me. She's the worst at hiding presents. She puts them in her closet and I was talking to her and they were practically right in front of my face. Haha. So I accidentally saw them. When we were younger, she used to wrap the presents in white, see-through wrapping paper, so we all knew what were getting. Haha.
So who got Harry Potter 6 DVD? I did! Haha. Right after school, I drove to Target (with is like 2 minutes from my skool) and got it. It was raining and I was going 55 in 50 mph zone. My friend Cayley was driving next to me and she said she saw me. "You were speeding!" I was like "Hey, I was going get tHarry Potter! It's an exception!" Haha.
Who saw the deleted scene where Harry & Hermione are in the Common Room? It's so depressing they left that out!
I was so excited that I reached over 4,000 words on the last chapter. If anyone has read Bitten, knows that I have a little problem with writing very long updates. Haha. So, I was SOOOOO excited!
I have no intention of abandoning Bitten, I just need ideas and I'm sure they'll come to me. So, jmdakbar, please don't roast me! Haha.
Well, this chapter should be good. I'm going to try to put more Harmony bits in. I really liked in the last chapter where they were sitting on the couch and his kissed her neck. Thought that was one of the best bits I've ever written. Hehe.
IMPORTANT! I've decided that Harry and Hermione are eighteen. I know I said they were seventeen, but that was before I realized that this is set in November of 1998, as I want it to be. Lily almost froze to death, because I wanted it to be close to winter. And I had realized that they were looking for Horcruxes in the winter when they were seventeen. So they are eighteen. Also, I have a problem with Hermione being older than Harry. Don't ask why. When I first started reading the series, I always thought she'd turned 11 in her First Year at Hogwarts, so Harry is older.
Well, on with the story.
Chapter Two: Nursury and Crawling
When the Grangers left, Harry and Hermione fed Lily and made sandwiches for themselves. After their late lunch, they decided to get the nursury settled in. So, they grabbed their wands and Lily, and went into the baby room. Hermione loved this room. Her favorite part was the double French doors that opened to get into the room and the other French doors that lead to a balcony outside. Lily decided she wanted to play, so they set he down on the floor and put a few toys by her so she could reach them. Hermione looked at the mustard-colored walls and asked, "So, what color should the walls be?"
"Pink?" Harry questioned uncertainly.
"Hm, I was thinking maybe a light pink on three of the walls and a darker pink on one. (A/N: that's how my neice's room looks like. Hehe.) I think the pink will go well with the white crib."
Harry smiled. "Whatever you say. I'm not good at this."
"I'm sure you'll learn." She kissed his cheek and he blushed. "Okay, let's how about this?" She waved her wand and one wall turned a shade of light pink. Lily looked up in wonder as the wall magically changed. Hermione looked at her and smiled. "Do you like this color, baby girl?" she asked her.
Lily clapped her hands and giggled. Harry and Hermione laughed at their daughter. "She likes it," Harry answered for her, since the eight month old couldn't speak for herself.
So, Hermione waved her wand two more times and two more walls turned the same shade of pink. They turned to the fourth and last wall that was still shaded with an ugly mustard color. 'Honestly, what was Lily Potter thinking?!' Hermione thought to herself. "I think this wall should be a darker shade of pink, more leaning to a hot pink. Don't you think?" She titled her head to the left side, giving Harry a view of her neck. Harry gazed at the skin on her neck, wanting to kiss it. He did it the night before, but he wanted to do it again. It was so soft and smelled so good. Like cotton candy to Harry (A/N: Candy floss to all you Brits!). Harry had it once when he and Hermione went to a football game (A/N: that's soccer to all Americans! Haha.).
"What do you think?" she asked sending him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, uh," he stammered and looked at the wall shaking his head of his thoughts. "Yeah, I like it. But why this wall?"
"Well, it's right behind her crib," the other teen replied like that was the most obvious reason.
Harry looked at her, raised his eyebrows, and leaned his head closer, waiting for her to finish. He thought she wasn't done explaining, like she just stopped talking. But, no, she was through. "And...?" he asked.
"That's it. I was finished."
"So the only reason is because it's right behind her crib?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, then, I will never understand women and decorating," Harry said shaking his head and chuckling.
"That's why it's left to the women to do that. Men are there for the lifting heavy furniture and heavy boxes and nailing nails into the wall. Right, Lily?" She looked at Lily, who looked up at her, and cooed in agreement.
They laughed again. Harry said, "Alright, then, I'll do what men do. I'll get the new, heavy toy trunk and bring it in here." Hermione nodded as he left. She knelt down to Lily, and played with her until Harry got back.
She looked down at the book he daughter was playing with. It was a children's picture book she'd had as a child about a family that taught young children to read. They had a page where it showed a picture of an older woman with brown hair and brown eyes. It said "Mummy" below the picture. Lily pointed to it the picture and then to the word; and looked up at her. Hermione nodded with a ghost of a smile on her face, but her eyes showing her happiness. "Yes, Lily, that's the Mummy. Like me." She pointed to the word and then pointed to herself, to try to make Lily understand. "See, it's says 'Mummy'. I'm 'Mummy'."
Lily grinned, seeming to know what she said, and was very happy about it.
"See? This is easy," came Harry's voice from the door. They both turned their heads to see Harry standing there. Hermione had to laugh at him.
Instead of using his man muscles, he had levitated the toy trunk with his wand. He grinned. "That's cheating, Harry!" Hermione giggled.
"No, it's not! Not when you're a wizard!" He countered back playfully.
Hermione looked at Lily. "Daddy's funny, isn't he?"
Lily broke into a grin and out of her mouth came a babyish giggle. Harry came forward with the trunk. "Make sure Lily's out of the way."
Hermione grabbed the baby and held her in her lap as Harry passed them with the floating toy trunk and put it on the east wall, right next to the rocking chair. "Phew! That was rough!" he wiped an imaginary bead of sweat on his forehead. Hermione smiled and shook her head at her best friend.
Next came the new dresser. Like the crib, it was white and contrasted well with the pink walls. They put that on the west wall, opposite the toy trunk. Hermione began to fold the new clothes they had gotten for Lily and put them in the drawers. They had gotten nice dresses for parties and Christmas. Hermione did not want these to get wrinkled so she hung them up in the closet. She put Lily's little shoes in the closet as well under the dresses on the floor in a neat row.
Harry shrunk the bookcase and brought it in. It was a very big bookcase. Harry could not believe they had gotten it for her. She was eight months old, for God's sake! He set it on the south wall, the same wall as the door. He unshrunk it watched it grow before his eyes. Lily's eyes widened at what her Daddy was doing.
"And now the books. Hey, Hermione, where did you put the books?" he asked his best friend, who was still putting clothes in the drawers.
"Um, they're in my room. There is like four boxes," she answered.
"Four boxes?!" Harry exclaimed and left the room.
Hermione shook her head smiling. Her mother had given her all of her children's books when she moved out along with all of her stuffed animals. She gave them to her in case Hermione ever had a child. They had also found some of Harry's old things, like a quilt, which they put on the rocker; and an old teddy bear, that was Harry's favorite stuffed animal when he was younger.
Harry walked into Hermione's room. He looked around for the boxes and found them right by the other side of her king-sized bed. He looked at the bedside table at a moving picture that made him smile. It was of the both of them. They were outside in their backyard. It was from Hermione's birthday that year. Her parents had been over and they took a picture with the magical camera Harry had of the two teens. Harry stood behind Hermione with his arms around her waist and his face very close to her cheek. Hermione had put her hands on his and they were both laughing. Harry remembered that day. Right after that picture they had had a cake fight. Harry chased Hermione with pieces of cake. Hermione ran away from him screaming and all four of them laughing.
He smiled one last time before levitating two of the four boxes, wondering why in hell Lily had four boxes. She was eight months old! He reasoned again. But then he stopped himself and realized who her mother was. Of course, it's Hermione! There's no reason for so many books! It's just Hermione! He chuckled and carefully floated the two boxes to the nursury. He set them done before going back and repeating the process with the last two boxes.
"I guess I better get to work on putting these books on this bookcase. Hopefully I'll be done with this by next year," he said playfully. Hermione looked at him and glared, and then stuck her tongue at him. Harry just wanted to bite her tongue off. 'Whoa, where did that come from?' He shook his head for the second time to ride himself of these thoughts.
"You can start unloading the boxes, but I want to help put the books on the bookshelf," Hermione said closing one of the drawers and opening the last one to put the last few clothes in. "I'm almost done."
Harry turned to look at Lily, who looked back at him. "What your Mummy means, Lily, is that Daddy can start unloading the boxes and hope that I don't ruin any of them, so that she can put them on the bookcase, or else Daddy's head is coming off."
Hermione looked at him with a mock look of surprise, then at Lily. "You're gonna corrupt her and make her think I'm a horrible Mummy!"
"At least she'll be well-behaved," Harry reasoned.
Hermione realized he was right and didn't reply. She turned back to her project and began to finish it. Harry nodded once at Lily, giving her a look that said, "Daddy won that!" and then went back to unloading the books.
A couple of mintues later, Hermione was done putting the clothes in the dresser and Harry was in the process of getting the numerous books out of the first box. "Okay, done with the dresser!" She turned and crawled over to Harry and helped him with the books. Harry had an idea and took out his wand. He murmured a spell so that the bookcase wouldn't fall and hit Lily, although he doubt it ever would; but he still took the precaution. "Good thinking," Hermione said.
"I was afraid it might fall and hit her one day for whatever reason."
"See? You are good at being a Daddy," Hermione cherished him.
Harry blushed again and went back to work.
Hermione turned around and looked at Lily. She was looking at the page that had the picture of a man with black hair and emerald-green eyes. Underneath the picture, like the one with "Mummy", it said "Daddy". Lily looked at Harry and had a curious look on her face. She pointed to the word on the page and then to Harry. Like she knew who he was. Hermione couldn't believe Harry was missing this. "Harry, look," she whispered to him, gesturing to their daughter.
He looked at her and saw what she was doing. "Yes, I'm Daddy, princess." Hermione wanted to cry at the pet name he just called her. It was so sweet. Daddy's little princess. He continued with the books, now onto the next box; but Hermione just stared at him with a loving smile. He noticed that she wasn't working and looked at her. "What?" he asked when he saw her expression.
"That was really sweet, Harry."
"What was?" he asked confused.
"What you called her. 'Princess'."
"Oh," he looked down and blushed shyly.
"You're so cute!" she gushed.
They both laughed and got back to the books. After twenty minutes, they were done with the unloading and the putting the on the bookcase. Hermione put them in age groups. There was section where she could read to Lily now, a section she'd read to her when she was a year old, two years, three, and so on.
"Well, done with the bookcase!" Harry exclaimed happily. "Now what?"
"Now, stuffed animals. I put those in the attic. They, too, are in boxes. Could you go get them and bring these empty ones in there?"
Harry nodded. "Sure." He left and came back with a big box of plush toys. He set it on the ground with a huff. "Okay, where are they going to go?"
"Um, let's see," Hermione replied looking around for an empty spot to put the stuffed animals. "We can put one or two in the crib with her, whatever she likes. And then, we can put some on the window seat. She won't need that for a while. And if we run out of room, we could put the rest on the bookcase in the space that's left."
Harry nodded and tipped the box over and the stuffed animals spilled out. Lily's eyes widened at the colors and animals that came out. She giggled and clapped her hands wanting to get them on the colorful toys. Harry and Hermione sat down and began to show her the plush animals. There were about four teddy bears, two sock monkeys, a few cats and dogs, a duck, a frog, and a turtle.
Lily loved all of the toys, however, three were her favorite. One was a doe, which was strange because Hermione's patronus had changed from an otter to a doe, but they had no idea why. Lily must have known who her mother was and knew her patronus. The second one was a stag, which was Harry's patronus. And the third was a baby fawn. It was Hermione's when she was younger. Her parents had given it to her after they had seen the movie Bambi, as the plush was Bambi from the movie. Harry and Hermione blushed at her favorites. The Deer Family.
"These are your favorites?" Hermione asked her.
Lily clapped in agreement.
"She must know who she belongs to." He pointed to the bookcase. "Well, now, everyone knows who her mother is if they just look at the bookcase!"
Hermione shoved him playfully. "Shut up. Come on, let's put the rest up." They began to pick out the biggest ones and put them on the window seat and put the rest of the smaller ones on the bookcase, where they fit nicely.
"I have one other thing," Hermione said and she left the room.
Lily watched her disappear and looked at Harry with an expression that said, "Where'd she go?"
Harry animately shrugged. "I don't know. Your Mummy's a strange one, but we love her."
Hermione came back a minute later, with what looked like a oink jewelry box. She sat down in front of Lily to show her. "Look, Lily, this was Mummy's. It a music box. Watch." She opened it and a pink ballerina was revealed. She wound up the box and "Pachelbel Canon" began to play and the ballerina began to turn slowly (A/N: I used to have something like this, but i dont remember if it played Pachelbel Canon.).
Lily put her finger on the ballerina and smiled slightly. She loved it. Hermione closed it and the music stopped. She put it on an empty bookshelf. "There you go, Lily, now you can look at it."
Lily continued to smile at it. She looked around her new nursury, loving every square inch of it. She could not believe these nice people would do this for her. The other people who had her gave her an old ratty crib with a holey blanket that did not keep her warm. She loved to feel loved. It made her happy and content for the first time in her life. She could tell that her Mummy loved her Daddy. They would give each other looks whenever the other wasn't looking, they would grasp for each other's hand, smile at each other. Lily was only eight months old and did not know what love was, but she could understand it when she was with her new parents and watched them.
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A few days later, an owl had come for them. Harry was sitting at the table eating breakfast and watching Hermione feed Lily applesauce, when a brown barn owl came in through the open window. Harry fed it a piece of bacon and took the letter from its beak. He watched it eat the food and take off.
"Who's it from?" Hermione asked turning to look at him. Lily got a little fussy when her Mummy stopped feeding her for a few seconds. It was as if she were saying, "Hey, Mummy, I was eating!"
"The Ministry, well, rather, the Magical Child Services Department, but it's in the Ministry," he replied opening it and reading the contents aloud,
"'Dear Mr. Harry Potter and Ms. Hermione Granger,
'Dorchester Wizarding Hospital has sent us a notice that at 7:56 pm on Friday, November 20th, 1998 (A/N: It actually was a friday! I looked it up! Hehe.), you adopted Lily Charlotte Granger-Potter. We would like to congratulate you on your newly formed parenthood as there is no record of you having another child.
'Since you two are under the age of twenty-one and have an adopted child, we will send a worker to Number 122 Godric's Row in Dorchester, England at 12 noon on Sunday, December 20th, 1998 to inspect our home and your new daughter. It is only to see if your home is safe and secure to raise a child and to see how the child is fairing. If your home is not suitable, then we will forcibly take the child away.
'Again, congratulations!
'Alberetta Hoskins
'Magical Child Services Department
Ministry of Magic'"
He finished letter and looked at Hermione, who gazed at him, with a solemn look. Lily seemed to know something was wrong as she'd stopped fussing for Hermione to feed her. She looked sad, as well.
"We have one shot at this, Hermione, or else we lose her," Harry told her seriously.
"I know. We can do it," she replied with a look of pride and confidence. "We will pass this check-up because we are good parents. We will be the best parents ever. We just need to prove that to them."
Harry nodded and picked up his and Hermione's plates. She had been eating while Lily had her food in her mouth. The male teen set them to washing and watched his daughter finish eating. When she was done, Hermione picked her up and gave her a bath. They fell into this routine fairly quickly.
After Harry and Hermione showered, they lounged in the living room, with a few toys for Lily.
"Harry, I've been reading some parenting books and they say we should try to start getting her to crawl," Hermione suggested as Lily played with a toy broomstick that had been Harry's, that they found in his crib when they first moved in.
"Okay, that sounds good," he nodded.
Hermione turned her attention to Lily. "Lily, I want to teach to something." She looked blankly at her. "I want to show you how to crawl. Come on, watch Mummy." Hermione got on her hands and knees. Harry laughed at her slow crawl across the room. She mock-glared at him again.
"Harry, put her on her hands and knees and try to get her to crawl to me." Harry did as she said. Lily looked up at him in question, as if saying, "What am I supposed to do, Daddy?"
"Okay, Lily, I'll show you." He got on his hands and knees as well and slowly put his right hand and left leg forward and did the same with his left hand and right leg. "Just like this." He then stopped and got behind her and showed her by moving her right hand slightly forward and then her left.
Lily began to rock back and forth on her knees. "There, you got the idea!" She smiled at her Mummy's praise.
"Come on, Lily, crawl to Mummy!" Hermione called her over, clapping her hands together lightly.
"You can do it, princess. Just like Mummy and I showed you," Harry encouraged.
The eight month old put her right hand and left leg forward slowly and then her left hand and right leg, then right and left, then left and right, all the way until she crawled into her Mummy's arms.
"Yay!" they cheered when she reached her.
Hermione kissed her cheek and gave her a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you, Lily."
Harry scooted over to the two women in his life. "Good job, princess!" He kissed her other cheek and then kissed her mother's, making both of them blush a little.
Lily clapped her hands and giggled thinking 'Silly Mummy and Daddy.'
TBC...
Well there's chapter two! Hope you liked it! I know babies don't crawl that fast, but she's magical! Haha! I know lame excuse, but oh well i dont care. Well, please review!