Hey, thanx for the reviews!

Yeah, I know it was a little far-fetched and they should have went to court and I probably should have looked it over more, but it was the biggest dramatic twist I could come up with. Sorry about that. I did not know that adoptions were final and can not be reversed BUT remember that the adoption was not final yet. They got her in October, a month after Hemione's birthday. They were to go through a three-month trial period. So, she was not theirs PERMANENTLY. Something could take her away if they wanted to. The adoption would have been final in January after the 3 months, but she was taken away just before Christmas. And this may seem a little mean and bitchy, but this is my story and if u got a problem with it, tough.

Okay, now I feel bad. Haha.

Anyway, on with the story.

Here's chapter 6!

Chapter Six

Broken

Broken.

That's how the two best friends felt.

Harry and Hermione slipped into a depression. Without their little girl, life was meaningless. Harry woke up many times and went downstairs only to find himself alone. He would walk into Hermione's room and find her curled up sleeping restlessly, tossing and turning. Her face red from crying. Many times he would crawl up next to her and hold her close. Comforting her. She would wake up, look up at him, snuggle up to him, and let out a fresh load of tears. And every time, Harry would cry with her.

Christmas came, and it was a sad one for them. They had each gotten Georgiana many presents. Now, they just lay in the cupboard under the stairs collecting dust. Hermione's parents came over regularly. They had wanted to make sure the broken family was taking care of themselves. They were...to get by. Harry was taking great care of his best friend and love of his life.

One morning, Harry, instead of walking downstairs, went into Hermione's room to find her having a nightmare. "No! Harry! HARRY!" She was tossing and turning violently. "Hermione..." he gasped and jumped on the bed to wake her up. "Hermione, wake up!" He grabbed her wrists to stop her from hitting him.

"Harry!" she thrashed around trying to get away from him. "HARRY! They've taken her!"

"HERMIONE, WAKE UP!" he bellowed.

His best friend's eyes snapped open and she panted, breathing hard, looking around. "It's okay, 'Mione. I'm here." He stroked her hair and she bolted into his arms, beginning to sob. "Harry! You broke your promise!"

"What?" he asked confused.

"You told her you would never let anything happen to her! You lied! She's gone, Harry! Our little girl is gone!" she yelled at him pulling away from him and looking away.

"Hermione, I didn't know this would happen!" he protested. "Besides, I promised her I would never leave her."

She snapped her head back to look at him. "I will never give up on leaving her. She left us. She was taken from us. I didn't leave her. You didn't leave her. I will not give up trying to get her back. That's my promise." He kissed her forehead and left her room to make breakfast.

Hermione just sat there in her bed, revelling over what he just said. He was right. He did promise her he would never leave her. She was still with them. And they were still with her. In each other's hearts. She wanted her daughter back, but needed a plan.

Broken-hearted Georgiana sat in her new "room". It wasn't really much of a room. It was actually the attic of her new home. Her new "parents" let her keep her teddy bear, and some of her books, but they had taken away the picture of Harry and Hermione.

"Georgiana, you have new parents now," Rachel had told her. "You don't need this." She took a hold of the photograph that was kept safe in a frame. Georgiana, however, would not let go of it.

"No, please," she begged.

"Georgiana, give me the picture. NOW!" she ordered.

"No, please! Let me keep it! Please! Please!"

But Rachel yanked it back too hard and it went flying through the air. Georgiana cringed as it shattered against the floor.

Rachel gave her a disapproving look. "Look what you've done. Go clean it up."

After she cleaned the broken glass up off of the floor, she was about to take the picture and keep it in a safe and hidden place when Rachel appeared and picked it up. Georgiana watched as she tore it into a million pieces right in front of her.

She ran to her "room" and cried all night long.

She tried to imagine that Harry and Hermione would come into her "room" and comfort her and tuck her into bed. Rachel and Oscar thought it was a waste of time to tuck children into bed. She, so far, has had a hard life. She had been dropped on a doorstep when she was born. She had no friends. No one wanted to adopt her. Then, her life was turned around when she was adopted by two of the most amazing people she had eve met. She had a family. She found someone she could relate to. She had a home. Then, suddenly, when things were going well, she was taken away from them. Taken away by the same person who left her.

She should have wished for her birthday that she would not be taken away instead of wishing for her parents to wake up and see that they were in love. Then, maybe, she could have stayed and then on her next birthday, she could have wished for them to get together.

But that would be too selfish. Harry and Hermione chose her and took her in. They deserve to be together. She had wanted two people who she loved, who loved each other, who loved her. That was all she wanted from the world.

She remembered something Hermione said about something called "apparation". It was like teleporting. Easiest way to travel. She had wanted to try it, but remembered that Hermione had said it was dangerous and could leave a body part behind.

Georgiana was locked in her "room". For no reason at all. Rachel and Oscar thought it would be better to control her if she was locked away. That way she would not get into things and break anything.

She looked around her tiny, dusty room. Her books were stacked on top of one another right next to her bed. Her bed was a broken, wrought iron twin bed. She could tell it used to be white, but the paint was pretty much rubbed off. The mattress was blue and white striped, but was very dirty. They gave her two blankets since it was the winter, but didn't keep out the cold. She had a tiny lamp for light, so she could not read at night. She read during the day if she was not busy doing things for Rachel and Oscar.

There were boxes that had already been there when she got up here. They were mostly Christmas decorations that Rachel and Oscar were so lazy to put up.

She found a few mice here and there. She would watch them crawl around her room and get eventually leave her company by crawling under her door. She envied those mice for being so small. She hated her prison cell. She was happy Rachel and Oscar let her keep her two wolves. They didn't know what they meant to her. She kept them by her head to protect her.

Her parents protecting her through the night.

Hermione rolled the shopping cart through the grocery store sadly, remembering a time when she was in here with Georgiana. They had fun picking out food and cans and putting them in the cart.

"You wanna help Mummy put this in the basket?" she heard a female voice behind her. She turned her head and saw a young mother, who was about in her twenties, with a little girl about two years younger than Georgiana. The little girl nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mummy!" She watched as she helped pick out cereals and put them in the basket.

A tear rolled down her face at the beautiful sight. She hurriedly wiped it away as the young woman looked at her and smiled. Hermione gave a forced one back and put a can of corn in the basket.

Hermione told Harry what she saw that day at the store during dinner that night.

"It's going to be okay, Hermione. We'll get her back," he reassured her.

"When?" was the main question she had.

"I dunno," was his response. "I just know we are going to get her back. I mean, she doesn't belong there. She belongs here. It's so obvious."

"Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if we never had adopted her. And it's horrible," she said to him. "I mean, I feel like half of my heart is gone." A tear rolled down her cheek for the second time that day.

"Just half? Not your whole heart?" he asked her.

"No," she replied taking a sip of her wine.

"Why not?"

"Because for my whole heart to gone, you would have to leave me, too," was her reply. "We're a family, Harry. One half of my heart belongs to you. The other to Georgiana."

Harry kind of smiled at that.

And the rest of dinner was silent.

"I'm sorry, mate," Ronald Weasely said as they went tuxedo shopping. Ron and Luna's wedding was coming up soon and as the Best Man, Harry had to help Ron with stuff like this. "I know how much she meant to you. Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," he said as he buttoned the sleeves on his oxford shirt and then put on the tie.

"Harry, are you stupid? Your daughter was taken away from you!" he protested. "It is a big deal!"

"I just wanted you to concentrate on your wedding, Ron. I didn't want you to worry about other things," he said quietly.

Ron sighed again and stood up from his chair. He had already tried on his tux and it fit so he just watched his friend try on tux after tux. "Mate, my niece has been taken from my two best friends. The wedding's not for another month. I'm sure Luna will agree that picking out table settings can wait." After a minute he asked, "How's Hermione holding up?"

"She's devastated, Ron. She's...broken. We both are. I want her to know that I will not give up. This isn't the end of this. Because all my life, I've been this giant hope symbol for everyone. If I gave in, then everyone else did, as well. I don't want her to do that. I don't want her to give in," he practically yelled.

"Wow, you really love her, don't you?" Ron asked surprised. He knew his male best friend was in love with his female best friend. He just didn't know he was head over heels in love with her.

"What?" he asked confused.

"Oh, cut the crap, Harry. You know you're in love with her. You've been in love with her since First Year. I'm not that stupid!"

"She doesn't love me like that, Ron," he shook his head sadly.

"Ow!" he said after Ron smacked him in the back of the head.

"Harry, have you seen the way she looks at you sometimes? Have you seen the way her face brights up when you walk into the room? Have you heard the way she talks about you?" He thought about that for a second and then said, "Well...maybe not. But when she talks about you, it's either something you've done that was amazing or she talks about how worried she is about you. Mate, if Luna talk about me like that, I would be the proudest man in the world. But, I love her just the same," Ron yelled at him.

"Ron, when did you get so smart?" Harry asked with a straight face tightening his tie.

His best mate just laughed. "When did you get so stupid? I bet Luna's tearing one through Hermione right now for not telling her either."

"What? When?" Luna Lovegood exclaimed as she and her Maid of Honor were trying on their dresses.

"About a week ago. Her biological mother came and took her away from us."

"This can't be legal."

"Well, apparently it is," she said irritatedly as she came out of the dressing room fully clothed in her jeans and lavender sweater. She gave the assistant her dress. She crossed her arms as she looked at her female best friend in the mirror.

"How's Harry taking it?"

"He tries to be the strong one, but I've caught him crying a few times. I didn't say anything, though. I could see he just wanted to be alone. I just want her back."

"Harry loves you, you know. He doesn't want to make you worry about him," she said. Where has this Luna been? What happened to the strange and Nargle-swatting girl she knew?

"Luna, I've been worrying about Harry since day one," she told her firmly. "He wants to get her back as much as I do, but he just doesn't want to show it."

"Well, then talk to him about it. Tell him it's okay to cry. It's okay to feel grief. He doesn't have to be the strong one."

"Luna, when did you get so wise?" Hermione asked with a hint of a smile.

"Desperate times call for desperate changes of personality," she said and they laughed.

"You look really beautiful, Luna."

"Thanks. That Rachel Leech woman's head must be filled with Nargles to want to take a child from Hermione Granger."

Hermione chuckled again, happy that eccentric Luna could cheer her up.

That night, she decided to take Luna's advice and talk with her best friend. After dinner and their showers, she knocked on his door. "Harry?"

"Yeah? Come in," she heard from the other side of the door.

Hermione opened the door and found him on his bed in a pair of blue pajama pants and a gray t-shirt that showed his nice, toned abs. "Um, I was wondering if I could talk to you?"

"Yeah," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She nodded and sat on his bed. "Look, I know we're going through a tough time and everything. And you always seem like the strong one around here. But you don't have to be, Harry. It's okay to grieve. It's okay to feel loss and hurt."

He looked down at the blankets, away from her gaze, feeling guilty. He was trying to be the strong one. He was trying to be the one she went to when she was sad. He was feeling hurt. He was feeling loss. He wanted his little princess back.

Hermione placed her soft hand on his jaw and pulled his face up to meet hers. "Harry..."

He looked at her. 'God, she's so beautiful' he thought to himself. 'No, don't think about that. She's your best friend' the other part of his brain said.

"I didn't want you to think it was over. That we weren't going to fight for her. I didn't want you to think I was done," he whispered.

"Harry, you love her, too. I would never think you would not fight for her. But even the greatest warriors fall and feel sad. It doesn't make them even less of a warrior. It only makes them more human." She rubbed her thumb over his cheek. "And, you, Harry, are the most human person I know."

She crawled in between his legs and wrapped her small arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her...

...as he started to cry.

TBC...

Yeah, I know. It's short. But I didn't want to get into the getting her back like that and so quick. Well, that's chapter 6.

I tried to get to 3,000 words. I really did. Putting words here and there. And everywhere.

And...I did! Yay!

Next chapter: will they get her back?

Anyway, pleez review!

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