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Chapter Two

Home

Hermione led Georgiana into the home, with Harry behind them with her suitcase. They both watched as Georgiana gazed in awe of her new home. The shiny floor of the entrance way caught her fancy. She could practically see her reflection in it. The white, marble staircase was a sight to see. The room was illuminated with bright lights and the beautiful, crystal chandelier above her head.

There was a big picture on the wall of her new parents. They were both in black sweaters. Harry was behind Hermione with his arms around her shoulders. She had her hands on his arms. They were both grinning. Georgiana looked at it with a smile. Why weren't they together? They were perfect for each other? How did they not see it?

Georgiana turned to look at Hermione, who cautiously walked up to her. "Well...how do you like it so far?"

"You have a lovely home," she said with a smile to her and Harry.

Hermione laughed. "Thank you. But you know, it's yours now, too. This is your home," she told her seriously.

Georgiana let that wrap around her mind. Her home. She had a home now. Not just a place to live, but a home. But right now, she never felt more of an intruder than she ever had before. She looked around at more of the pictures. She frowned sadly when she came across a picture of Hermione's parents. But the next picture made her gasp. It was a photgraph of a large family with red hair. They were waving to the camera. But the thing was: the picture was moving! Georgiana had never seen anything like it. "It-it's moving!"

Hermione looked at Harry and smiled. He smiled back. "Georgiana," Harry started and he set her suitcase down. "have you ever made anything happen, when you were angry or scared? Something you couldn't explain?" He walked forward towards her. She turned to look at him. She bit her lip again, thinking. Harry smiled as she reminded him once again of his favorite brown-haired woman.

She nodded slowly. "Yes, I have." He knelt down in front of her. "What happened exactly?"

She looked up at Hermione who looked concerned. "A new 'Mummy' and 'Daddy' had come. At first, I thought they were going to pick me, but then they past me up. And I guess, it caught up with me and I began to float away to the roof. Everyone was staring at me. Many were scared of me and I was embarrassed. I was scared. Is something wrong with me? Why am I different?" she asked desperately.

"No, no, no," Harry protested. "There's nothing wrong with you. Definitely nothing wrong with you. But you are different than most people, but no more different than Hermione or me."

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

"Do you believe in magic?" he asked.

The little girl nodded slowly.

"Well, you're made of it. You're filled with it. It's just waiting to burst out of you," he told her with a smile.

She looked frightened. "I'm afraid of it. I don't want to be like this. I don't like floating away."

"It's okay, it's okay," Hermione knelt down beside her best friend. "We'll teach you to control it. You're not alone in this, Georgiana." She took the little girl's hand, who smiled back at the older woman and man.

"Thank you," she responded.

"You're welcome," they replied and the two adults stood up and Hermione asked, "You want to see your room?"

She nodded and they led her up to the first floor, using the beautiful, white staircase. They went down a hall with many doors. There were so many of them. Georgiana was afraid she was going to get lost in the Manor. They soon came to a wooden oak door with a purple sign hanging on it by a hook. In white, it read "Georgiana". She grinned at it. "That's my name!"

"Yeah," Hermione chuckled. "Now you won't forget where your room is." She opened the door and once again, Georgiana gasped. Her room was painted a light lavender color. Everything else in the room was white or lavender, except for a few things, like some books, a pile of stuffed animals, and many other items. Georgiana made her way to the bookshelf and gazed at the titles. Most of them were novels for an older child. The Chronicles of Narnia. The Secret Garden. A Little Princess. Oliver Twist. David Copperfield. Ballet Shoes. The Wizard of Oz. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. The Railway Children. Georgiana couldn't wait to read them. She noticed the second shelf contained rather large, brown tomes. They had strange and odd names. Hogwarts, A History. History of Magic. Quidditch Through the Ages. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Moste Potente Potions. The Tales of Beedle the Bard. They looked very old and worn out.

"What are these?" she pointed to them.

"Oh, those are magical books. Books that are from our world. Books that are from your world," Hermione answered with a smile. "Maybe I'll read them to you, if you want."

Georgiana looked at her new mother and nodded shyly. "If you don't mind." She paused before asking, "So, it's really true? I'm magical?"

The two adults nodded. "Yes," Harry answered. "I'm a wizard and you and Hermione are witches. And if we're correct, you might be a Muggleborn, which is a magical being that is from a non-magical family. Hermione, here, is the most powerful and brightest one I know." He smiled at her and she blushed beet red.

"Can you tell me about it? Magic?" she asked curiously.

"Yes...after we show you the rest of the house, okay?" Hermione suggested and got a nod.

They showed her all of the rooms in the Manor, including theirs, which were not far from hers, in case she needed anything. After they showed her the house, they asked her if she wanted to unpack her clothes. She complied as they told her they would tell her more about magic that night before she went to bed. She pulled her neatly folded clothes out of her suitcase and put them in her new dresser. Harry and Hermione left the room to leave her be for a while, but kept the door halfway open.

Georgiana grinned as she opened a door and walked into a bathroom. 'I even have my own bathroom,' she thought excitedly. It was a different environment for the little one. It was much bigger than the orphanage. When she was done, she looked at her new stuffed animals. There was a large teddy bear in the middle of the pile. She picked up the soft toy and hugged it tight. Among the pile were a brown wolf and a black wolf. She wondered why those two. They were very random, but she loved them both. Those two were her favorites. She set them on the bed in front of her pillows.

"You settled in, Georgiana?" Hermione walked in and asked.

She nodded, avoiding her eyes.

"Come on, it's time to eat dinner," she held out her hand and the little girl took it. They walked downstairs into the dinig room, where three sets of nice plates were set delicately on the table.

"What are we having?" the five-year-old asked.

"Pizza," she answered with a smile. Georgiana gave one back. "We wanted a special dinner for you, but we didn't want to take away normalcy and make you eat things that you can't pronounce."

Georgiana giggled, a sound Hermione found she loved immediately. "Harry...?!" she called.

"Yeah?" he poked his head in through the door to the kitchen.

"Is dinner ready?"

"Just took it out of the oven."

Hermione pulled out a chair for her new daughter. She climbed up and sat on her booster chair they had gotten for her. Hermione pushed her in and asked, "You in far enough?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Hermione smiled, she was so polite. Harry walked in with a pan of pepperoni pizza levitating in front of him. Georgiana widened her eyes as she saw it. Her jaw dropped as a slice of pizza floated off of the pan and onto her plate in front of her. "H-how did you do that?"

"Magic," he said with a smile and set the pan down gently in the middle of the table. Next, he pulled out a chair for Hermione, she sat down and he slid it under her as she sat down. She blushed and thanked him.

He sat down at the head of the table with Georgiana at his left and Hermione at his right. He levitated a slice of pizza on his and Hermione's plates. "Let's pray." He reached for each of the females' hands and held them. Hermione took Georgiana's and they bowed their heads. "Dear God, thank you for bringing us together as a family. Bless this food in which we are about to eat. Amen."

"Amen," the other two chanted.

"Let's eat."

After the first bite, Harry spoke up, "You know what? I'm so over this. Do you two want to take this in the living room and relax?"

Hermione laughed and nodded. "Alright. Come on, Georgiana." She stood and Harry lifted Georgiana out of her seat. They each took their piece of pizza and went to the living room. Hermione placed some blankets on the ground and her best friend summoned some pillows from bedrooms. Georgiana giggled as they circled around her a few times. They fell to the ground and the new family of three laid down on top of them, eating their pizza. Harry summoned the pan of pizza to the ground in front of them.

"So, Georgiana, what do you want to know?" Hermione asked snuggling into Harry's shoulder as he had put his arm around her shoulders.

Georgiana smiled at them. They looked very content and comfortable in each other's arms. She still did not understand why they were not together. They were perfect for each other in every way. Harry smiled as he gave her a bite of his pizza, even though it was the same kind. She giggled and licked her lips. "Mmmm..."

"How can I control it?" the five-year-old asked.

"Well, we'll teach you the basics," Hermione answered. "But when you're eleven, you are sent to a special school in Scotland called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry and I went there. It's an amazing school."

"What are the things I can do?" she asked grabbing for another piece of pizza.

"Well, you cast spells with a wand which chooses you, by the way. You can Apparate, which is sort of like teleporting, like popping from one place to another. You can even be an Animagus, which is like turning into an animal," Hermione answered.

Georgiana beamed. "I can turn into an animal?!"

"Yeah," they replied.

"What are your animals?"

"Umm well, I am a black wolf and Hermione is a brown wolf," Harry answered with a smile.

"Can you show me?"

Harry looked at Hermione questioningly, unsure if they should. The latter looked at their new daughter and replied, "Um, sure...tomorrow," Hermione responded. Looking at Harry, she added, "Outside."

"Okay, okay," her best friend replied holding his hands up defensely, but making them all laugh.

"The last time Harry released his wolf in the house, it caused us to replace a few furniture," Hermione explained with a cross look at Harry. "He had gotten a little angry because he burnt dinner, which has never happened before, by the way."

"Oh, come on! That was so last month! You were the one to settle me down, too! You never once yelled at me!" he cried.

"Until now," she muttered.

Georgiana was amused at their "lovers' spat", as she wanted to call it. "We've only started the Animagus forms. It's been about three months since after the war ended."

"War?" Now she was confused.

"There was this War we were both in," Hermione explained seriously. She sat up to tell her properly. "You see...there was this man named Voldemort-"

Harry cut her off. "Creature. He was creature. No way was he man...or even human," he spat at her, staring at a spot on the floor, angry.

"There was this creature named Voldemort. It started in the seventies, really. He practiced Dark Arts and requested to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster, turned him down, which devastated him. That's when he rose to power. He began to...attack...people that...were...not like...him." She didn't want to scare her new daughter by telling her that he had killed and tortured Muggleborns-magical people like her. "Anyway, the First War ended in 1981 with the death of..." She looked at Harry, unsure if she should continue.

"...with the death of my parents. He had come to kill me but apparently the love from my mother saved me and his Killing Curse backfired and destroyed him. That's how I got this scar." He lifted up his bangs to show her the lightning-bolt shape cut that defined him for seventeen years. Georgiana was fascinated by it. He lowered his hair and continued, "It wasn't until my Fourth Year at Hogwarts that he came back. He used my blood to bring himself back. He began to get stronger and stronger and gathered up some followers. Then Hermione and I found a prophecy for him and me. That neither of us can live while the other survives. I have to kill him or he kills me. Then we had to hunt down these things called Horcruxes and destroy them. They contained pieces of his soul. It was the only thing keeping him alive. We got rid of those and we had to face him in the Final Battle...or at least I did. Hermione was fighting her own battles. I would like to tell you about it, but maybe when you're older, you know? You're almost six and shouldn't be hearing the things that went on in the Final Battle. I promise when you're...ten or eleven, I'll tell you, okay?" Georgiana nodded disappointed.

"The point is, Georgiana, we won and he can't hurt us anymore," Hermione said.

"That's right. I defeated him. He's gone forever. We made sure of it," he said with a smile.

After a small, uncomfortable silence, Hermione said, "Alright, I'll give you a bath and we'll get you to bed, okay?"

Georgiana nodded and Hermione led her up the stairs to give her a bath while Harry cleaned up the dishes and put the leftovers in the fridge. Closing it, he went to the living room and proceeded to pick up the blankets and pillows and then sat on the couch and waited for Hermione to come back down. He took hold of the photo album that was on the coffee table to look at. Opening it, he saw a picture of he and his parents. They were both waving at the camera. The next picture was of himself, Hermione, and their best friend Ron in First Year. He went through all of the pictures until he stumbled upon the last one. He could not stop staring at it. It was a picture of himself and Hermione at George and Angelina's wedding two months prior. They had went together and danced for almost every song. In the picture they were smiling and Hermione had started laughing, a sight Harry loved. She tossed her head back and Harry began to laugh, as well.

"Harry...?" he heard. He shut the album and stood, walking to the main entrance and looked up at the stairwell. Hermione was standing on the first floor landing. "Come on up, Harry. Let's say 'goodnight' to Georgiana."

He nodded and climbed the stairs. When he reached the first floor, she took his hand and led him to their daughter's new room. She was lying in bed in pink pajamas with unicorns on them. In her arms was a teddy bear and behind her were the brown and black wolves perched up on the corner against the wall by her pillow. There was a magic turning lamp that gave off butterflies that was already spinning. They couldn't really see it where Georgiana was since there was a soft lamp turned on next to her on the bedside table.

She smiled when she saw them walk in. "Hey, Georgiana," her new male guardian greeted. She could really call him a Dad or a father yet. She didn't know what that felt like. They walked over to her bed and Hermione sat on the edge while Harry stood next to her with a hand on her shoulder. Hermione reached up to put her hand on his, rubbing it. "So, how was your first day as a Granger-Potter?" she asked.

"It was nice," she replied softly.

"Just 'nice'?"

"I'm still trying to get used to this. I've never had guardians, just Mr. and Mrs. Jones. It's a new environment for me. But...I really liked today," she said with a soft blush.

"It's okay. I'm glad you're here, though. We're happy that you're a part of our family," Harry spoke up nodding with a smile.

She smiled back and looked at Hermione. "I'm really sorry about what happened with your parents. It must be hard to know that they don't support you even if you did the right thing."

Hermione's eyes glistened in tears at her words. "You...are so perfect, Georgiana. I...just can't see why those other people past you up." She kissed her forehead and tucked her in. "You warm enough?"

She nodded.

"Okay, goodnight, sweetheart." She stood and let Harry kiss her forehead. "Goodnight, Georgiana." Hermione turned out the other lamp and butterflies of all kinds of colors fill her room. She gasped and grinned at them. "We're right down the hall if you need us," came Hermione's voice.

"Okay, thank you, goodnight," the little voice of Georgiana called out in the semi-darkness. The two new parents left, Hermione shut the door, but left a crack.

"My room?" Harry suggested. He wasn't implying anything explicit. It was a thing they did every once in a while. They would go to each other's room and talk for a while. "Yeah, I'll go put my pajamas on. I'll meet you in a minute." He nodded and watched her walk off.

A few minutes later, they were lying on Harry's bed. Harry with his back against the headboard, with Hermione in between his legs, laying her back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his head on hers. They did this a lot. It was great comfort for the both of them. "I'm sorry, too, about your parents," he said.

"Thanks, Harry. You're very sweet."

"So, what did happen in the Final Battle? I know you said you didn't want to talk about it, but it's been three months," she asked him.

He sighed, not really ready to say anything. He would, however, tell her one thing. "I will tell you one thing. How I defeated him. Right before I shot the Killing Curse at him, I had a vision. It scared me to death. I still have nightmares about it. It's what made me so angry and gave me the strength to defeat him. It was a vision of what would have happened if I could have never seen you again. I-I never want to think about it again. Your face...your face was what motivated me to kill him. The thought of seeing you again made me so happy and replinished with energy. You're my best friend. And you have never once left my side. Thank you." He hugged her around her middle and kissed the side of her head.

She turned to look at him and had a lone tear rolling down her cheek. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry did the same around her tiny waist. He held her against him. "I'll always be here for you, Harry. I promise."

He held her, not wanting to let her go. Is this what love felt like? He didn't know. He just knew that letting her go would be the biggest mistake he made today. But he had to do it. After ten minutes, he let her go into her own room and sleep.

Both fell asleep with each other filling their dreams.

The next morning, Georgiana woke up at six o'clock and went downstairs. The sun was beginning to rise and was still a little dark outside. No one elses was up, so she just sat on the couch hugging her teddy bear and kept quiet. After a while, she started to doze off again and laid against the couch pillow.

An hour later, she was stirred by a warmth on her body. She moaned happily, smiling. She opened her eyes and saw her new mother laying a blanket across her form. She moved a bit to let her know she was awake. "Oh, you're awake," she said startled. "I'm sorry to wake you."

"It's okay," Georgiana said with a groggy smile.

"Did you sleep down here last night?"

She shook her head. "I woke up about an hour ago and came down here, but no one was awake, so I just sat on the couch and fell asleep."

"Oh, why didn't you come wake me? I could have made you breakfast."

"I didn't want to bother you," she replied shyly.

"Georgiana," Hermione sighed. "You will never be a bother. You need something or you want something, you can wake me or Harry. You will not bother us. You're ours now."

The five-year-old nodded understandingly and Hermione said, "Come on, I'll make you something to eat."

Hermione got to work on making some porridge for the both of them. "Thank you," the little one said as it was placed in front of her.

"You're welcome." Hermione sat next to her and dug into her food.

Halfway through breakfast, Harry sleepily shuffled in. "G'mornin'." He looked so cute in the morning to Hermione. Both women giggled. He glared at them playfully. His hair was everywhere and his shirt was wrinkled. He grabbed an empty bowl from the cupboard and served himself the rest of the porridge, then sat down with them.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Hermione said ruffling his hair even more.

"'Morning," Georgiana said shyly.

"So, you want to see our Animagus forms today?" he asked his new daughter, who nodded taking a bite of her porridge.

Around noon, the three of them went outside and they told Georgiana to stand away. She did, keeping her distance. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and nodded. Slowly, they began to transform. They shot to their hands and knees, fluffy fur grew everywhere; brown on Hermione and black on Harry. They were not just wolves, they were big wolves, bigger than the average wolf.

Georgiana's eyes widened and grinned. The two wolves walked over to her and she pet them in between the ears. She giggled when Harry's leg shook, loving the feeling of being scratched. Then he jumped on Hermione playfully. Soon, they began to tussle around, away from their daughter.

They had great fun and stayed out there for a half hour, but they got a little tired and phased back to their human forms. They each had a light sheen of sweat on their foreheads. They could not stop laughing as they ran into the house. Georgiana laughed as she leaned on the door frame, watching her playful parents. Then the phone began to ring. Harry had Hermione around the waist as she was trying to get the phone but couldn't. She laughed harder. "Harry...I have to get the phone." At the third ring, he finally let her go and she picked it up and answered it. "Hello?"

"...Hermione." Her smile faded and she frowned, confused.

"Mum?"

"I'm sorry, dear, you were right."

TBC...

Well there's chapter 2. Hope you liked it. I wanted to make the Animagus thing longer, but I didn't. I don't know why. Haha. Anyway, well, my research paper is coming along. I need to move some things around and add some things in, but it should be good and ready and it's due Monday and we have half a day next Thursday for Easter, so I will have more time to write. Yay! Holla! Haha.

So, I hope you are having a good March. Haha. I know I am, I guess.

If anyone has a question about World War II, up to D-Day; and is too stupid to look it up, just ask me. I have the best American History teacher in America, so I know everything. Holla! Haha.

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