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I looked around my room for a book that would be a great one that Georgiana would love and wanted. My eyes caught Matilda and I just put it down. Then I tried to remember what was in the book and I realized that it reminded me of her. Weird! Haha.

Doesn't this story fill you up with warm fuzzies? Haha. Kinda? Haha.

Hey, do you ever wonder if P. Diddy wakes up in the morning feeling like Ke$ha? Haha. For those of you who have heard "TiK ToK" by Ke$ha know what I'm talking about.

So, I just got back from my vacation and during that time, my adapter (the charger) decides to quit on me. So I finally got it fixed and apparently its working again so yay!

Chapter Five

Taken

Hermione kept on reading Matilda to her every night. Georgiana realized that she was kind of like the tiny heroine. Her biological parents did not want her. She had magical powers. She loved to read and was pretty good in school. She related Miss Honey to both of her parents. She just hoped Rachel Leech would move to Spain or somewhere far away, just like the Wormwoods did and leave her and her family alone. She found it strange that the father in the book and her father's name was "Harry", but her "Harry" was absolutely nothing like Matilda's "Harry".

One night in December, Harry decided to take his girls out to dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city. They dressed up in formal attire. Georgiana wore a red and black dress that went almost to her ankles. She wore stockings and nice, black shoes with it. Hermione had put a small, red barrette in her daughter's hair on the side to keep it from getting in her face. Over her dress, she wore a black overcoat. Harry wore black trousers with black dress shoes; a white oxford shirt with a black tie, and a black overcoat. Hermione had sent Georgiana down to meet her father while she finished getting ready.

"Well, someone looks beautiful," Harry grinned as Georgiana jumped over the last few steps into his arms.

"Thanks, Harry," she hugged him.

"Where's 'Mione?" he asked looking up the stairs and putting her down.

"She's almost ready. She said she'll be down in a little bit," his daughter replied.

"Does she look nice?"

Georgiana folded her hands together behind her back and rocked on her heels innocently. "You'll see."

A few minutes later, she still hadn't come down yet. "Come on, Hermione, let's go! I'm hungry!" he called up the stairs.

Just after that, they heard her walking down the hallway. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't get your panties in a wad!"

"I don't wear panties!" he shot back and they all laughed.

Hermione walked down to the landing balcony and held onto the rail as she went down the stairs. She wore a red dress that went to her knees and flared out at the ends. There were small ruffles all along the skirt part of the dress and on the straps. On her feet were red high heels. Her hair was half up and half down. She smiled as she came down. Georgiana enjoyed the look on Harry's face when he saw her.

"Doesn't 'Mione look beautiful, Harry?" she asked him mischievously.

He smiled. "Yeah...yeah, she does." Watching her walk down the stairs reminded him of the Yule Ball in Fourth Year. He had watched her walk down the stairs elegantly in a beautiful pink dress.

Hermione blushed at the compliment. "I'm sorry men don't wear make-up," she told Harry sarcastically.

"You didn't need it," he said seriously with a soft smile. "You're beautiful." He kissed her cheek and if it was possible, Hermione got even more red-possibly more beet than her dress.

"Thanks, Harry. Come on, we're going to be late for our reservation." She walked over to the coat closet and took out her black overcoat and buttoned it together.

"Yeah, who's fault is that?" Harry asked playfully on the way out. Hermione just sent him a playful smirk.

They went outside to the car and Harry strapped Georgiana in, while Hermione got in the car. Harry got in the driver's side and they drove off to the restaurant. When they got there, a valet offered to park the SUV for them and Harry complied, tipping him. They walked into the four-star restaurant and the maitre d' sat them at a table. He opened their menus for them. After a few minutes, Harry told his daughter, "Remember, if you can't pronounce it, don't eat it!" They all laughed.

Georgiana looked up and said, "Well, then that's the whole menu. Everything's in French."

Hermione chuckled, "Come here. I'll read it to you and translate it."

In the end, they asked for a children's menu. Cute, little Georgiana hissed after him, "In English, please!" So, Georgiana ordered chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese while she colored a picture of a dragon on the back of the children's menu. "They don't really look like that," Harry said about the dragon.

"Really? There are dragons in the wizarding world?" she asked interested now.

"Of course, the Hungarian Horntail is a nasty piece of work. I still have scars from it," he told her, making her eyes widen.

"You battled a dragon?" she hissed almost disbelievingly. She was shocked, but remembered to be quiet about those sort of things in public.

"Yeah, when I was fourteen. It was for a tournament I was in."

"Of course I was in the stands worrying my head off," Hermione spoke up.

The two parents continued to tell her about dragons and other beasts of her new world. Hermione told of their adventure on Buckbeak the hippogriff when they saved him and Harry's godfather in Third Year.

Hermione let her have a bite of her duck, which she thought was really good. Halfway through their meal, the worst happened.

"Hermione, don't look now, but look at who is talking to the maitre d'," Harry said narrowing his eyes.

A minute later, Hermione looked and glared at who it was. Finally Georgiana looked at who they were talking about.

It was Rachel Leech. She was with a man who looked to be about maybe twice her age. "No..." Georgiana moaned. "She was doing so good at staying away. Why does she have to be here?" Rachel Leech was in a dress that was almost too short. Hermione wondered if she was freezing, and then thought that if she was, then that was fine by her. It would match her cold heart. She had not noticed them yet. The family of three just looked at each other and did not say anything. Georgiana then took a dry bite of her chicken nuggets not looking at anyone, instead staring at the tablecloth trying not to cry.

It was their bad luck that they were seated right by them. It was when she sat down did Rachel Leech notice them. She smiled sickly-sweetly at them. "Well, isn't this a coincidence?" she said.

Hermione continued to glare at her. "What are you doing here?"

"Eating dinner with my boyfriend. He's a lawyer," she said rubbing his arm that was on the table.

The older man looked at Harry and held out his other hand for him to shake. "Oscar Reed."

Harry looked at it, uncertain if he should shake it. He did anyway to be polite. "Harry Potter."

Hermione could see what she was doing now. She was dating an older man who had a profession that paid great money so that she would look like the better parent for Georgiana. "Just ignore her, baby girl, okay?"

The six-year-old nodded, slightly smiling at her real mother and ate her dinner. "How have you been, Georgiana?" the other mother asked.

"Don't you speak to her!" Hermione shot back to Rachel Leech.

Oscar Reed looked puzzled and twiddled his thumbs uncomfortably.

"Can we leave, Harry?" Georgiana asked her father biting her lip trying not to cry. He nodded and called over the waiter for the check. They stood up after Harry paid and put on their overcoats. "Come here." Hermione lifted her daughter into her arms, holding her tightly against her chest. Georgiana put her head on her shoulder and wrapped her arms around her neck, wanting to forget this moment.

"Have a good Christmas...while you can," were Rachel Leech's last words before Hermione got in her face.

"Listen to me, you so far as step onto our street, you'll have to deal with me. Leave us alone," she seethed and left a shocked Oscar Reed and a glaring Rachel Leech. They walked outside and the valet drove the car up. Hermione strapped her little girl in and kissed her forehead before going sit in the passenger seat while Harry got into the driver's side. Before they took off, Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. She returned the pressure gratefully. Kissing it, he drove off. Georgiana watched their linked hands for a while before she nodded off to sleep.

When they got home, Hermione took her little girl out of the car gently to not wake her up. Hermione carried her up the stairs and went to her room. She set her on the bed and proceeded to undress her and put her pajamas on her. As she was buttoning up her pajama shirt, Georgiana woke up a bit, "'Mione...?"

"Yeah?"

"C-can I sleep with you? I don't want to be alone," she asked.

"Sure, baby girl," she replied with a smile and lifted her and carried her to her own room. She set her under the covers and tucked her in and went put her own pajamas on. When she was putting on her shirt, there was a knock on the door. "Come in." It opened and Harry's face came into view. He was in his blue-and-white plaid pajama pants and plain blue t-shirt.

"Hey, where's Georgiana?" Then he noticed his daughter move a bit in the bed. "Oh, she's sleeping in here?" Hermione nodded.

"She didn't want to be alone," she said with her arms crossed. Harry walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her, comforting her. She uncrossed her arms and returned the gesture, burying her face in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry our dinner got ruined," he said.

"It's okay. We can do it again sometime, right?" she asked and he nodded.

After a while he chuckled and said, "Geez, you're like a lioness protecting her cub when you talk to Rachel Leech. I mean, I knew you would do that, but you were about to attack the cheetah."

Hermione chuckled slightly and wiped her slightly damp eyes on his shoulder. "Well, her best mistake was leaving her on the Jones' doorstep. Her biggest mistake was trying to take her back."

"I wouldn't want to cross you. I don't know why she's still on the hunt," he said.

"Money, Harry, money. That's what it's all about these days, apparently. Money. I don't care about it, just so you know. Just as long as I'm with you, my parents, the Weaselys, and Georgiana. I would trade every coin to be with you...and Georgiana," she added.

"Me too, 'Mione. Me too," he held her in his arms swaying a bit. Georgiana lay awake, smiling and looking at them. Why couldn't they see that they were perfect for each other? Everyone else could see it. Why couldn't they? They were magical and very powerful duelers, she was told. That would mean they were very aware of things. Obviously, they were not aware of feelings and love, romantic love. All in all, her parents were goofy and silly.

She sighed quietly and closed her eyes, falling asleep.

Her eyes opened the next morning to her mother humming as she got ready for the day. Georgiana smiled as she heard her mother's beautiful voice hum a sweet tune. "Mmmmm..." she moaned contently turning on her back as she had shifted onto her stomach in the night. "'Mione...?" she called groggily.

Hermione looked at her and smiled. She had been brushing her hair of the knots that had formed during the night. "Good morning, Georgiana!" she greeted cheerfully.

The little girl yawned as her mother came and sat on the bed next to her. She was still in her pajamas. "'Morning," she replied.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty well actually. You have a comfortable bed," she said still grinning.

"Yeah, I love it, too," Hermione said watching as Georgiana closed her eyes to go back to sleep. "You going back to sleep?"

Georgiana grinned and shook her head, opening her eyes again.

"You better not!" Hermione began to tickle her daughter mercilessly.

"No, 'Mione! Haha!" the little one laughed trying to get out of her tickling grip.

After a few minutes once the laughing died down, Georgiana said, "I needed that."

"Yeah," Hermione agreed.

A few months later, however much fun they were having, they received a house call by a social worker and, to the Potter-Grangers' dismay, Rachel Leech and Oscar Reed. Hermione stared daggers at Rachel Leech. "What are you doing here? I thought I told not to step foot onto my street," she asked folding her arms across her chest.

Rachel just smiled and laced her fingers with Oscar's. Hermione noticed something shiny on each of their hands. They each had a wedding ring on their fingers. Hermione began to panic. She knew why they were here. They were trying to be the better parents. She reached over to grab Harry's hand for support as she could not deal with what was about to happen.

"Hello, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, I'm Olivia Bartha, I'm a social worker with Child Services. I was hoping if we could talk to you," the woman they did not recognize said.

Hermione looked at Harry, who nodded and let them in.

Georgiana watched from her hiding place in the dining room, behind the wall, peeking out from it every now and then. She watched as the five of them walked into the living room and sat down. Georgiana turned around against the wall, leaned up against it, and slid down to the floor to listen to her fate.

"You have a lovely home, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger," Mrs. Bartha said as she sat down on the couch with Rachel Leech and Oscar Reed. Hermione sat in the armchair while Harry stood next to her with his arm on the top of the chair.

"Thank you," they both said with small smiles.

"Now, the reason why we came was to discuss Georgiana."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat and waited for it. "Rachel Leech-Reed here, is her birth mother. We did a maternity test."

"But how did you get Georgiana's blood sample?" Hermione asked curiously.

"The hospital had it. We asked them for it and they did a maternity test," Mrs. Bartha said.

"But you can't do that!" Harry exclaimed.

"Mrs. Leech-Reed insisted. I'm very sorry to you both. She has demanded that Georgiana is to be into her custody."

"No," was the first thing that came out of Hermione's mouth. "She has already come here once asking for her. I told her 'no'." She said this looking straight at her new arch enemy. Her rival. She remembered that lions and cheetahs were rival families, so she used Harry's analogy. She was the lion and she was protecting her cub from hungry cheetahs like Rachel.

"Ms. Granger, it is not up to you to give her up," Rachel said in a sickly sweet voice.

That made Hermione angry. "I'll show you who has the authority to give her up or not." She stood up but Harry grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Hermione, sit down. Calm down. It's okay," he soothed her. She calmed down, but Harry's voice could not stop her from glaring at Rachel.

"Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, I know losing Georgiana will be devastating, but its the law," Mrs. Bartha said. "I'm just doing my job."

They nodded understandingly.

"You will have two hours to get Georgiana's things together and packed ready to go," the social worker said those dreadful words.

Their heads shot to look at her. Georgiana's eyes widened and tears began to flow down her face. She heard her mother's voice, "Can-can't we have more time with her?"

Mrs. Bartha shook her head. "No, I'm sorry."

Harry came out from behind the armchair. It was his turn to speak. "Listen, you take her away from us, you might as well take her life away, because no one can love her as much as we can." He looked at the Reeds and said, "I don't know what sick planet you two are from, but what I do know is that there is no one on this planet that can love Georgiana any more than Hermione and I do."

They just stared blankly at him. After a few seconds, Rachel leaned forward and said, "Watch us."

Suddenly, Georgiana ran into the living room with tears streaming down her little face. "No, please, I don't want to go." She ran into Hermione's arms for comfort. "Please, 'Mione, don't let them take me away."

Hermione held her against her. She didn't know what to say. She most definitely did not want to give her daughter away. But she also did not want to disobey the law. Plus, they would take her away anyway by force. "It's going to be okay, baby." She kissed the side of her head. Harry put a comforting hand on her back and squatted down to her level. "Listen to me, you're going to have to go with them."

Georgiana looked scared. "What?"

"You're going to have to leave with them, princess," he repeated. "We can not give you to them, but they will just insist. They will take you by force. We'll come visit you, if you like."

She nodded. "I'll try to be better. I promise."

Her parents' hearts broke. "No, its not about that. You are the most perfect daughter anyone can ever ask for," Hermione said.

"Yeah, we don't want you to change. We don't want you to try to be better because it can't be done. You already are perfect," Harry agreed.

Olivia Bartha watched the exchange with a broken heart. This is what she hated about her job. This was a perfect family being split up because someone wanted money.

Harry, Hermione, and Georgiana were upstairs in Georgiana's room packing her things away. They couldn't take everything, so they only packed the stuff she really wanted, like her favorite clothes, her favorites books, a few stuffed animals, her toothbrush, her hairbrush, and a picture of Harry and Hermione.

After they were done, they sat down on Georgiana's bed with her in the middle of them. Tears were flowing down all three of their faces. "Do-do you think they will let you visit me?" the little girl asked her parents.

"I'm sure they will," Hermione answered but she wasn't sure. They seemed pretty strict.

"I don't want to go. Who is going to teach me about magic and wizards? What if they don't like magic?" she asked.

"I don't know, baby. I don't know what to say," Hermione said as a fresh flood of tears poured out her eyes. A mother should never lose her child. She held her daughter close to her. Harry hugged the both of them.

There was a knock on the door. They looked up and saw Olivia Bartha standing there. "Two hours are up. It's time to go, Georgiana."

The six of them stood in the entrance hall of Potter Manor. Georgiana had her teddy bear in her arms. Oscar and Rachel each had a bag in their hands. "Well, say your 'goodbyes'. Its time to go."

Georgiana hugged Hermione tightly. "Goodbye, 'Mione. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby girl. This isn't 'goodbye'." She kissed the side of her head.

Harry had to pry Georgiana from Hermione's arms and hold her in a hug. "It's going to be okay, Georgiana. Whenever you're scared, just think of us, okay?"

She nodded against his shoulder. "Goodbye, Harry. I love you."

"I love you, too, princess." He set her on the ground and her hand was taken Rachel. Harry grabbed Hermione around the waist and held her as they left the house. Hermione, though, ripped out of his grip and ran outside. Harry followed her. They watched as their daughter looked through the back windshield at them. She was yelling and banging on the window, though they couldn't understand what she was saying.

"No! Mummy! Daddy! Don't leave me!" Georgiana yelled as she watched her parents get smaller and smaller. She had been taken from the two people she loved in the world. Why was the world so cruel? Why couldn't they just leave her and her family at peace? She just wanted to live in happiness with her two parents. Now she was going to live with two complete strangers who obviously did not care for her.

"Harry..." Hermione started after a while. Harry had taken her in his arms and held her tight against his chest as they both cried. They held each other for comfort.

"Yeah?" she heard him breathe against her neck. She shivered at the sensation.

"We're going to get her back, aren't we?"

She bit her lip, hoping that they would. She did not know if she could survive without her baby girl. Her Georgiana. She smiled at his next word.

"Yes."

TBC...

Yeah, I know it wasn't as good as the last chapters, but I'm proud of it. Sorry for the delay.

I'll update my other stories as soon as possible.

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