Thanx for the reviews! Well, good news, guys! I finished my stupid report that's worth 150 pts + 150 pts in American History class. 300 pt essay. A little over 4 pgs long. Damn. I hope I got a good grade. Pray for me. Anyway, I can now devote my time to you because why?

Spring BREAK!!!! That's why! No more teachers telling me what to do. No more homework. Well actually I got some alegbra to do. Haha. For a whole week and some days! Yay!

Have any of ya'll ever listened to a combination of hip-hop/rap music and like orchestra music like ballet. Its awesome. If you've ever seen the movie Step Up, then you probably know what I'm talking about. I love that music now. Haha.

Btw, go see Clash of the Titans in 3-D. Its amazing! I sat in the middle seat in the 1st row in the 2nd section at my movie theatre. Its awesome!

Ya'll are gonna hate me.

Here's ch. 4.

Chapter Four

Mother

"What?" Hermione whispered at the woman.

"I am Georgiana's birth mother and I would like her back," Rachel Leech repeated.

Georgiana's eyes widened and she stared at her real mother. This creature she had hated from the day she was born. This Leech. She was not a Leech. She was a Potter-Granger.

"How-?" Hermione started but couldn't find the words.

Harry led them into the house, just to be courteous, even though he was seething as well. No one was going to take his little princess away. He led them into the living room and they sat on the couch. Hermione sat in an armchair, while Harry stood next to her with his hand on the chair. Georgiana stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall. Hermione glared at Rachel Leech. 'She had better get her hairy, leaving ass off of my couch!' she thought to herself.

"So, you want her back? Is that right?" Hermione sneered.

"Yes, Mrs. Potter, I do."

"Its Ms. Granger, actually. Harry and I aren't married."

"Is that right?" she stared at them curiously.

"Yes, well, you can't have Georgiana. She's legally ours," she said.

"Actually...Ms. Granger," Mrs. Jones cut in. "I'm sorry, but she can. She has legal rights as the birth mother."

"Well, she shouldn't!" Hermione stood up and yelled. "You gave up those rights when you left her there! Because of you, she never had a proper home-sorry, Mrs. Jones. She never had proper parents! She was never adopted until now! You come into my house and expect to take my daughter away from me?! Georgiana is my daughter! MINE! Not yours!"

"I'm her birth mother," Rachel reasoned smirking. Hermione just wanted to slap the smirk right off of the bitch's face. Harry grabbed her arm to settle her down. He didn't want anything to break and their secret be revealed.

"Birth mother?! Just because you're her birth mother means you can waltz into my home and take her away?! I don't think you deserve those rights. I think you deserve nothing! You left her! You left her for reasons that I don't even care about!"

Georgiana walked in and stared at her birth mother. She could see the resemblance a little bit, not that much. Just in the hair. She walked over to the other armchair, the one closest to Hermione and sat down. "What's my father's name?"

"I think his name was Deacon. Deacon Ellis...yes, I think that was his name. Haven't seen him since...well, since I told him about you," she replied.

"Deacon?" Harry scoffed. "Not so holy, is he?" It was a whisper, so no one could hear him.

"Why are you here? Why do you want me now? Why didn't you come find me before?"

"Because...because I love you, Georgiana," she said fakely.

Georgiana could sense it, too. "No, you don't. They do." She pointed to her legal guardians. "They care about me. I don't want to leave."

"That's...not your choice," Rachel Leech said.

"Please, don't make me leave. I don't want to go. I like it here."

"I'm taking you home now, baby," Rachel Leech smiled. 'Don't you dare call her that! Only I can call her that!' Hermione thought, but didn't voice it.

"But I am home. This is my home. I am a Potter. I am a Granger. This is who I am now. I'm not a Leech or an Ellis. You left me and gave up the right to call me your daughter. Please, don't take me away," Georgiana pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Georgiana, but you don't make up the rules. You're coming home with me. Tomorrow."

"Get out of my house," Hermione said.

"Excuse me?"

"Get out of my house!" she yelled. "Georgiana is my little girl! She's mine! You're not her mother! I'm her mother! I know what you want! You're a single mother raising a child! You'll hunt down that baby daddy of yours and demand child support. I'm not stupid. And Harry's not stupid. You're a good-for-nothing golddigger who takes advantage of young children. You don't think I don't see it? Well, I do."

Rachel Leech stood up, followed by Mrs. Jones. "This isn't over."

"You bet your ass it is!" Hermione yelled and she and Harry walked them out. After Rachel Leech left, Mrs. Jones looked at them and said, "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, I'm terribly sorry-"

"It's okay, Mrs. Jones. You're just doing your job. Have a good day," Hermione said and she left. Hermione slammed the door and yelled. Harry came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist holding her back to his chest as she sobbed.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay. Shh. She's not going anywhere. She's not going anywhere." He kissed her temple. "Shh." He rocked her from side to side. Georgiana watched them from her spot in the armchair. A tear leaked out of her eye. She stood up and quietly went upstairs to her room. She went so quietly that they didn't hear her.

She opened and closed her door. She walked to her closet, opened the door and sat inside. Closing the door, she wrapped her arms around her legs and sobbed.

"Georgiana?!" she heard Hermione yell running up the stairs. She heard Harry's behind her. "Georgiana!" The voice got louder and Georgiana got more quiet, succumbing to complete silence. She wanted to be alone, even from Hermione and Harry. "Georgiana?" The two young parents walked into her room and looked around. "Georgiana..."

The little girl looked through the cracks in the door at her mother, her real mother. She was beautiful and loving, unlike her biological mother, who just wanted money. Hermione began to cry again and Harry wrapped his arms around her again.

Georgiana, like her mother, began to cry again, as well. She was making her cry and she didn't like it. She made a noise on accident and they looked to the closet. Hermione walked over and opened the door, lighting up Georgiana. She looked up at her with her sparkling green eyes. Hermione just knelt down and sat against the wall in the closet with her. Harry sat down against the doorframe in front of them, leaning his head on it.

"Georgiana, do you remember when I first met you and we sat in your little house and we talked?" Hermione asked.

The five-year-old nodded.

"Well, do you remember when you asked me if I was a 'Mummy'?"

She nodded again.

"Well, those were the most beautiful words I had ever heard. I had been wanting to become a Mummy for a while, but I had no one to have it with."

Georgiana looked guilty. "Are you mad at me? Are you mad at me because I won't call you 'Mummy'? I'm really sorry."

"Hey, hey, no, I could never be mad at you. I understand you are not comfortable with calling us that. I just want to explain to you that I'm honored to be your mother," Hermione protested.

"You're not my mother. And you're not my father," she looked at them each. They looked hurt. She explained to them, "Anyone can be a mother and father...but it takes someone really special to be a Mummy and a Daddy."

They looked at each other and smiled. "Thank you, princess," Harry said and Hermione nodded, agreeing.

After that, Harry and Hermione told Georgiana to take a nap as she had a very long day. She complied, being very tired. Harry and Hermione went into Harry's room to talk. They had not done that in a while. Hermione sat in between Harry's legs, like she always did with her back against his chest.

"She's not going to stop, Harry," Hermione said. "She's not going to give up."

"I know and we can't do anything about it," Harry replied, sighing against her neck. She shivered under his warm breath. "She has rights as her birth mother. We should have all the rights. We're legally her parents."

Hermione nodded and moved her hair off of her neck to her right shoulder, exposing her neck. Harry stared at it, wanting to suck it and kiss it.

So he did. He lowered his mouth to her neck and kissed it lightly. Hermione jumped, but let him do it. She moaned slightly as he began to use his tongue, leaving open-mouth kisses all along her neck. She began to rub Harry's thighs with her hands, getting more and more closer to his inner thighs. Her best friend was sucking her neck! And she was loving it! She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling. "Mmmm..." she moaned with delight. Then he stopped to her disappointment, but she hid it well. So, he just held her around her waist tightly.

They both closed their eyes and eventually fell asleep, with Hermione in Harry's arms. They were woken up an hour later by a,

"NOOOO! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE! HARRY! HERMIONE!"

It took Georgiana five minutes to fall asleep. She wondered how she did it with everything going through her head. She hugged her teddy bear tight and fell asleep. Her dreams plagued with her worst fears.

She was at the park she had went with Harry and Hermione a few weeks before. Everything was fine. There were lots of people around. Kids her own age running everywhere. To the swingsets. To the jungle gym. To their parents. Georgiana saw her new guardians seated at the bench in the same spot they were the last time. They were wearing the same clothes and their hair looked the same from the last time. Georgiana looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing the same clothes as well. It was a memory.

She hopped off of the swing that she had been on and ran over to the merry-go-round, like she had done before. She grabbed the pole and ran with it, turning the contraption. She jumped on it spinning. When it slowed, she got off and Harry came over and spun it for her while she was on it. It got faster and faster, though. Georgiana was getting scared. Finally it slowed and Harry's form was nowhere to be found. She saw Hermione still on the bench, but she was sad. She was sobbing, with her hand covering her mouth.

Georgiana wanted to go over to her and comfort her, but found that she could not move. Her legs wouldn't get off of the merry-go-round. "Hermione!" she called instead to get her attention. "Hermione! What's wrong?! Don't be sad! Hermione!" However, it seemed that Hermione did not even hear her.

Suddenly, everyone left and only Hermione and Georgiana were the ones left. She looked up into the sky and saw that gray clouds had replaced the blue, cloudless sky, almost like a roasted marshmallow. There was a clap of thunder and a flash of lightning, and then, raindrops began to fall. It hit the metal merry-go-round loudly. She watched as Hermione stood up and left the bench, not even looking at Georgiana. Still sobbing, she left the park.

"Hermione? No! Don't go!" When she disappeared, Georgiana began to cry, her tears mixing with the rain. She fell back onto the middle of the merry-go-round, curling up into the fetal position, cold and scared. "No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mummy. I'm sorry, Daddy," she whimpered.

Then she felt as if she weren't on the merry-go-round anymore. She opened her eyes and looked up. She wasn't. She recognized this place. It was the doorstep of Mr. and Mrs. Jones' house. Where she was placed by her birth mother the day she was born. She stood up. It was still raining hard and thundering loudly. She heard voices and saw Harry and Hermione standing there talking to each other. They looked at her and she looked back, smiling. But it faded when she saw that they weren't smiling.

They just turned and left, getting into the SUV. Someone came up behind her and put their arms around her, stopping her from going after them. She panicked and struggled to get out of their grasp. She outstretched her hand to grab onto the air that was in front of them. "NOOOO! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE! HARRY! HERMIONE!" She turned to look at who was holding her and she gasped.

Rachel Leech. "It's okay. It's okay. They didn't love you...but I do." She kissed her hair.

"NO! HERMIONE! HARRY!"

"It's okay, Georgiana! It's okay! Wake up! WAKE UP! You're fine! You're okay!" she heard Hermione's voice in her ear.

"Don't leave me! Please!"

"Shh, it's okay. Wake up, baby girl. Wake up!"

Georgiana's eyes snapped open and she gasped.

"No!" she cried.

"It's okay, Georgiana. It's us. Harry and Hermione," she heard Hermione's soothing voice in her ear, brushing the hair out of her face. She recognized the faces of her guardians. Harry was standing behind Hermione with a panicked concerned face. Hermione's eyes were filled with tears. Georgiana threw her arms around her tightly, never wanting to let go.

"Shh, it's okay. It's okay, Georgiana. It's okay. We're here," Hermione said.

"Don't leave me!" she squeaked out.

"We won't! We promise! We promise!" she reassured her by kissing the crown of her head furiously, trying to get her to calm down. She lifted her into her arms, her head on her shoulder. Harry rubbed her back soothingly.

"Why?" Georgiana asked after a while, after she was placed back in her bed and she was sitting upright, fiddling with her blanket.

"'Why' what, sweetie?" Hermione asked.

"Why do you think they left me?" It was true that she was not just asking about Rachel Leech, but also her biological father, Deacon Ellis, the one who left her before she was even born.

Before Hermione could answer, Harry did. He slammed his hand on the bedside table, making Hermione and Georgiana flinch. He was angry. Angry that Deacon Ellis didn't even want anything to do with her before she was born. Angry that Rachel Leech left her. Angry that all of the parents that wanted to adopt just passed her up. Angry that she was emotionally abused by other children. Angry that she never had any friends.

"Because they're stupid! They're so stupid they couldn't see what was right in front of them! How could they not see you?! How could they not love you?! How could they not see how extraordinary and remarkable you are?! I'm not even that smart and I see it! All those people who passed you up, they were missing out on a wonderful girl! A girl who is scared, yes, but also who wants to know what love is and cares about everyone! That's who you are, Georgiana! I love you. And Hermione loves you, too. And you know what I think? I think you love us, too. I think you're just filled with it. Its just...waiting to burst out of you." By this time, both Georgiana and Hermione were in tears again. "Listen to me, you're mine. You're ours. You're our daughter and we love you." He pointed towards the window outside. "That woman...Rachel Leech...she left you because she didn't love you. Deacon Ellis didn't even love himself. Georgiana, I promise we will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever...leave you."

Georgiana leapt into Harry's arms and wrapped hers around his neck tightly, not wanting to let go. Hermione held back from hugging them, letting them have their father-daughter moment. She suspected at that moment that she fell in love with Harry James Potter even more. He was her best friend and father to her child. And also, possibly the best Daddy in the world.

"I think I know why she left me," Georgiana said after a few minutes pulling back and looking at the both of them.

"Why is that?" Harry asked.

"It was so you two could find me," she replied.

Hermione gasped, recognizing the same words her mother said a few weeks before after they had just adopted the five-year-old. Hermione threw her arms around her little girl and hugged her tightly.

"I think that was probably Rachel Leech's best mistake she ever made," she added. "She left you and we were able to find you."

"What exactly do you want, Georgiana?" she asked her after a while.

"I don't want to go anyplace else. And if I do, I want you two to be there," she replied and Harry kissed her cheek.

"I don't want you to go anyplace else, either. And we'll prove that to Rachel Leech," Hermione said.

From then on, Harry and Hermione vowed to become even better parents to Georgiana. Hermione let her sleep in her bed with her a few times after she had a nightmare. Harry played with her more. Hermione read her stories right before she went to sleep. They did whatever was possible to keep Georgiana Charlotte Potter-Granger. From her file that Harry and Hermione were given when they adopted her, they saw that Georgiana's birthday was coming up soon. November the twenty-first.

Hermione talked to her about her birthday and what she wanted to do when they went grocery shopping. Harry had been invited by Ron and some of the other boys to a Quidditch game. Georgiana was sitting in the child seat in the cart. She was almost too big for it, but not quite.

"I don't really care. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were fairly equal with each of us. She'd bake a cake for us and we would all sing 'Happy Birthday'. After that, we'd get presents, but it was only from Mr. and Mrs. Jones as the other kids couldn't buy anything yet," she had answered.

"But what do you want to do?" Hermione asked getting a box of Kellogg's Coco Pops. "Do you like these?" she added quickly.

The almost six-year-old nodded vigorously, brightening. "Oh, yes, Mrs. Jones bought that for us all the time."

"Good because Harry likes them, too," she chuckled putting the box in the cart.

"Um, I really don't care what we do. We can do whatever or nothing at all. I will be okay with it," Georgiana answered.

"But we have to do something for your birthday," Hermione protested. "We can't just skip it."

"I don't really know what to do for my birthday. I've never really had a big one, you know? What did you do for your birthday?" she asked.

Hermione flash-backed to almost two months ago. She, Harry, Ron, Luna, Ginny, and some others went to a pub and got drunk. It was a surprise to her, which she hated, but still had fun. She could barely remember it, though. "That's...not important," she blushed as she vaguely remembered jumping on the table and dancing seductively in front of Harry. "Well, do you want to go to the zoo? Or perhaps we could go to the aquarium? No?" Georgiana shook her head to these suggestions.

"Well, do you just want to stay home or something? Whatever you want to do. It's your day."

"Maybe a party...?" she suggested nervously.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Hermione laughed rolling Georgiana over to the bread section.

"A small one, just friends and family."

"Like who?" A loaf of sandwich bread went into the basket.

"Me, you, Harry, Mr. and Mrs. Granger and the Weasleys," she answered. "Including Draco, Luna, and Angelina."

"Sounds like a plan. What do you want for your birthday?"

"I-I don't know. I don't think I need anything else. I'm completely happy," she replied with a smile.

Hermione smiled back. "What about a book? Any book you want?"

Georgiana thought for a moment. "'Matilda'," she answered with a smile.

"'Matilda'?" Hermione questioned with a grin. "That's a good book. Alright, we'll see," she added mischievously. After a while, she asked, "Would you like me to bake a cake?"

Georgiana widened her eyes in fear. Just recently, Hermione had tried to cook a roast but burned it black. Harry had shook his head laughing and Georgiana vowed never to ask Hermione to cook anything for her. She wondered if Harry hadn't been there if they would have starved, but then shook the idea out of her head. Harry could never leave them.

Hermione gave her a mock cold look. "If you are thinking about what happened earlier this week, get over it." They laughed. "I can bake cakes, cookies, cupcakes, muffins, any sweets. I used to bake them with my Mum. However, it would only be every once in a while because, you know, they're dentists. I can bake cakes and sweets...just can't cook anything else."

"Okay then, 'Mione," Georgiana said still giggling. She had adopted Harry's nickname for her. She found it a cute name for her mother. "'Mione...?" she asked after a while.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think Rachel Leech is going to try to take me away again?"

Hermione stopped, her hand in mid-air, grabbing for a jar of peanut butter. She looked at her daughter seriously, who was looking away. "Georgiana, look at me." She did. "She probably will. I can't promise you she won't. But Harry an I will do everything in our power to keep you, okay?"

Georgiana nodded.

Perhaps she would have a good birthday after all.

"YES! GO CANNONS!" Ron yelled at his favorite team from the stands as they scored yet again. They obviously could not hear him, though. The Chudley Cannons were playing against Falmouth Falcons, who were losing big time. Harry, Neville, Draco, George, Seamus, and Dean had joined Ron at the Quidditch game. Ron was overly excited when he finally had gotten tickets.

"So, Harry, I heard you adopted a little girl," Neville said as a conversation starter.

"Oh, yes, Hermione and I both adopted a little girl...together," he corrected.

Neville, Dean, and Seamus all looked at him with blank looks.

"What?" he asked confused.

"'Together'?" Dean asked.

"Yeah...why? Is that bad?"

"No, not at all. So...are you two together now?" Seamus asked.

"No, still best friends. Adopting Georgiana was something we both wanted to do."

They three boys nodded, but didn't say anything after that and just continued to watch the game. Were they just friends? Did he want to be more?

"YES!" Ron had shouted when they walked down towards the Apparation points as they left the game. "That was a great game, eh, mates?"

"Yeah," they all agreed.

"I propose we go out to the pub for a drink," the red-head suggested.

They all agreed-all except Harry. "No, sorry, Ron. I can't. I have to get home to Hermione and Georgiana."

"That's right. Harry's a family man now," Draco rubbed the top of Harry's head with his fist. He was starting to become one of the mates now and felt as if he could do things like that to them now.

Harry laughed and brushed him off. "See you later, guys. Thanks for inviting me, Ron," he waved to them and they waved back.

He finally arrived to the Apparation zones and popped home to his two favorite women in the kitchen, putting groceries away together. He smiled as he walked in. "Hey."

They looked at him. "Hey, Harry!" they chanted.

"Hey, how was the game?" Hermione asked putting some canned goods in the cupboards, stacking them to make more room. The cupboard was up high over the counter to the left of the sink, so Hermione had to reach up to stack the cans. This caused her shirt to slide up, revealing her taut, tiny, but not too small, tummy. Harry stared at how muscular she looked and how flat she was. "Harry?" he was pulled from his thoughts.

"Yeah, it was great. Ron was happy the Cannons won," he chuckled and began to help them unload the groceries from their bags.

"I bet he was. Listen, we're going to have a birthday party for our daughter on the twenty-first of next month," Hermione informed him smiling at Georgiana.

"Really?"

"Yep, just us three, my parents, and the Weaselys, including Luna, Draco, and Angelina," she said. "And she wants me to bake a cake," she added.

Harry's smile turned to a frown. He looked aat his daughter and asked her almost seriously, "What have you done?"

They all laughed. "Harry! I can bake a cake!"

"I know you can. I'm just teasing," he laughed kissing her forehead.

Georgiana smiled at them from her post at the fridge where she was putting a tub of butter in it.

"Oh!" Hermione remembered. "Look what I got you and Georgiana." She turned and took the Coco Pops out of one of the bags and showed it to him. He grinned and gave her a bruising kiss on the cheek. "Thank you!" She giggled.

He looked at Georgiana. "You like these, too?" She nodded. "That's what I'm talking about!" He held his hand out and she gave him a high five.

They had a good old time putting the rest of the groceries away.

The next morning, Harry woke up first and went downstairs to the kitchen. He sleepily took out a spoon, a bowl, the bottle of milk, and the Coco Pops. He made himself a bowl of his favorite cereal. He heard a noise behind him and turned, seeing Georgiana yawn cutely. Her hair was in a disarray. Her pink, unicorn, matching pajamas were wrinkled and she was holding her teddy bear in her hand. "Hard night?" he asked her chuckling. She nodded.

"Here, I'll make you some cereal," he offered pulling out another bowl and a spoon. He made her a bowl and they took their breakfast into the living room. They sat side-by-side on the couch. Georgiana had put her teddy bear on the couch next to her, sitting as well. She had started to shiver, so Harry asked her, "You cold?" She nodded and he whipped out his wand and cast an "Incendio" on the fireplace and a fire was started.

It wasn't long until Hermione came down the stairs and found them on the couch. She smiled and shook her head. They were both seated the same and their movements were almost synchronized. When Harry would go for a bite, so would Georgiana. When Georgiana would shallow, so would Harry. They were made to be father and daughter. When Harry had finished his bowl so he was bigger, he started to make a go for Georgiana's bowl with his spoon. "Hey, stop it, Harry!" she giggled moving her bowl away. Hermione grinned at their interaction.

"Harry, go make your own bowl!" she cried.

Harry took her bowl and set it on the coffee table. Then he grabbed his daughter and tickled her. Her laughs came from her gut and she couldn't stop. Harry gave her no mercy and tickled her until she cried of laughter. Eventually he saw Hermione and he stopped. "Good morning, 'Mione," he said still grinning.

"'Morning," she replied and went to get herself some breakfast, the father-daughter interaction still reeling through her head.

On the morning of Georgiana's birthday, Harry and Hermione surprised her by coming into her room and snuggling with her, waking her up. "Good morning, princess. Happy birthday," Harry said kissing her on the cheek. Hermione kissed her forehead and also told her "happy birthday".

She grinned at the present in the small, pink bag that was just waiting for her to open it. "Here you go, open it." Hermione sat on the bed, while Harry laid sprawled out on it next to Georgiana. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small book that was outlined in blue around the cover and was white with a illustration that looked like it was drawn by a seven-year-old. It was of a small girl sitting on a pile of books. In big, red letters it read, "Matilda". Georgiana grinned, happy that she was finally getting this book. Her two parents smiled at her reaction. She looked at them. "Thank you," she told them quietly.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Happy birthday," Hermione said again and Harry did the same.

"Come on, let's go get some breakfast."

Georgiana put her book on her bedside table to read that night and took Hermione's outstretched hand and brought along her teddy bear as they went down the stairs to eat breakfast. Usually, Georgiana did not like her birthday as it reminded her of the day she was left behind. But today was starting out pretty good. She just hoped the rest of the day would be as great.

Harry made gourmet chocolate-chip pancakes. Georgiana just liked them plain, though. Chocolate-chips and butter were fine, she just didn't like syrup. "Why don't you like syrup?" Harry asked almost drowning his pancakes in syrup.

"I feel it takes the flavor away. Sometimes its good, but don't you ever get tired of it? Don't you just want to just eat the pancake and not have the syrupy taste in your mouth? Plus, its too much sugar," she said taking a bite of her plain chocolate-chip pancake.

"My parents deserve you," Hermione said with a small smile. She giggled.

The first guests came at noon. Georgiana had already been given a bath and was dressed in a pink dress with a white sweater for the winter weather. The first guests were, of course, Hermione's parents. Georgiana had answered the door and they looked at her, beaming, kissing her cheek and telling her "happy birthday". Georgiana's smile went down for a second when she saw that they had brought a present. The Grangers didn't notice her slight frown, though. She had asked Hermione and Harry to tell everyone not to bring presents. She didn't want them to. Having people there for her birthday party was good enough of a present. 'Matilda' was okay since it was from her parents, but she didn't want to take presents from other people she hadn't known for that long.

"Come in," she led them into the house and shut the door behind them. Harry came rushing out from the living room, where he was putting up a sign that said, "Happy 6th Birthday, Georgiana!" over the living room wall frame.

"Hey," he greeted with a smile hugging them. They hugged him back. "Where's Hermione?" Charlotte asked.

"Oh, she putting the finishing touches on the cake," he answered.

"Oh, I'll go help her. Who knows if its burnt or not?" Charlotte said and they all laughed. She put her purse in the coat closet and set Georgiana's present on the dining room table and went into the kitchen to help finish Georgiana's cake.

The Weaselys came along and they all told the birthday girl "happy birthday". She met Bill Weasely and Fleur Delacour-Weasely for the first time. They were expecting their first child. There were no children to play with so she just talked to the adults. It seemed to be that everyone had brought a present for her. She didn't like this. She didn't want them. Why didn't her parents tell them not to bring any? She stood in the dining room staring at them. Hermione caught her. "Hey, birthday girl, no opening presents until its time," she joked.

Georgiana smiled a bit, but it didn't reach her eyes. Hermione noticed.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" She sat down and sat her little girl in her lap, holding her around the waist and kissing the side of her head.

"Why didn't you tell them to not bring presents?"

Hermione sighed. "Is that what's really bothering you?"

The now-six-year-old nodded.

"Because...because I wanted you to have a perfect birthday. I know you didn't want presents and I went behind your back, but this is your first real birthday, Georgiana. And I wanted it to be special and like a real birthday. With presents and all. I'm sorry, baby girl. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you, 'Mione," she said.

"Thank you. Are you ready for cake now?" she asked.

"I don't know. Should I be worried?" she joked with her mother.

"Oh, stop it!" she chuckled. "Come on."

Hermione had brought the cake out and everyone nervously asked who had made it. When they heard Hermione's name, they paled. Hermione responded sarcastically with, "Thanks for the support. I just wanted to make a cake for my daughter's birthday."

"It looks great, 'Mione," Georgiana said with a smile looking at the beautiful-looking red velvet cake that had "Happy 6th Birthday Georgiana!" written at the top in red icing over white. Hermione smiled at her and put six candles in and Harry lit them with his wand. They sang "Happy Birthday" to her and Hermione told her, "make a wish." Charlotte kept taking pictures.

She looked at her parents who were standing next to each other. She watched as Harry slipped his hand into Hermione's and she squeezed it. Georgiana smiled at them and turned to her cake. Closing her eyes, she inhaled and exhaled, blowing out her candles.

And making her wish.

In the end, the cake was very good. It wasn't poisoned, like Ron said it was going to be. It was delicious and well-made. Georgiana opened her unwanted presents and actually loved them. She had gotten many clothes from some of the girls. Mrs. Weasely, of course, knitted her a lavender sweater with a "G" on it. Charlotte and Jacob had gotten her a pink photo album, with "Georgiana" written on the cover. It was empty, which confused Georgiana. "What's it for?" she asked.

"It's to put pictures in," Charlotte answered.

"Pictures of what?"

"Whatever you want. You have a new life now. You can put whatever pictures you want in there. It's the start of your new life."

Georgiana smiled. "Thank you." She looked at everyone. "Thank you all. I didn't want you to bring me presents, but I'm glad you did. It truly has been the best brithday ever."

That night, Georgiana was tucked into bed by her parents. "'Mione?"

"Yeah?"

"Ca-can you read me 'Matilda' please?" she asked.

"Sure," her mother responded picking up the book. Harry sat on the side of the bed with Hermione's feet in his lap as she climbed into the bed, sitting against the headboard next to her daughter, who scooted a little closer to see the pictures. "Chapter one. 'The Reader of Books.' 'It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful. Some parent go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius...'" Hermione continued to read the first chapter. When she thought Georgiana was asleep, she closed the book and set it on her bedside table. Actually, the six-year-old had just closed her eyes to listen to her mother's soft and beautiful voice speak the words of her new favorite book.

Georgiana cautiously opened her eyes and looked at her parents. They were staring at each other with soft smiles.

Was it possible Georgiana's wish coming true?

TBC...

Well, there's chapter four. I chose Matilda because, well, if you'd read it, it kinda reminds me of Georgiana in a small weird way. Mr. and Mrs. Wormwood are kinda like Rachel Leech and Deacon Ellis obviously, except she never lived with them. Miss Honey represents Harry and Hermione. And Matilda has magical powers, like Georgiana. And her parents didn't want her, like Georgiana.

I almost had Rachel Leech crash the birthday party and was gonna leave it at that, but I wanted the Matilda scene, so I changed my mind. I almost had the Grangers give her a kitten, but changed my mind b/c I know absolutely nothing about kittens. Haha. I'm highly allergic, so I cant be around them very often.

Yeah, so I looked up British cereals and found Coco Pops, so, Brits, I hopefully got that rite. Haha.

The speech that Harry gives Georgiana is based off of the speech that John Cusack gave Dennis in Martian Child.

HAPPY EASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, Pleez review!

DREWHHR