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WonderfullyWickedWeasely: I think you just became my new best friend. Haha. Yeah, I wanna be a writer very much. When I was in the 8th grade, we all had to write notes to our classmates and I had these 3 friends who I didn't really hang out with, but I felt affected by them and I wrote them each this like really (apparently) moving note. All three of them came to me crying. Like pouring down tears. Haha. That was the 1st I ever made someone cry from my writing. Made me feel very accomplished. Haha. What 3 parts of this did you cry for?

Anyway, Georgiana might be rescued in this chappie, she mite not. I don't know.

SPOLIER ALERT! (I think...) I'm hoping to have an Obsessed scene in one of these chapters soon. If anyone has seen that movie with Beyonce and Ali Larter will know what I'm talking about. I'll give you a hint: Don't mess with Beyonce or touch her child. Teehee.

If some of you think that a lawyer can't represent himself, think again. They did it on My Sister's Keeper.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters you don't recognize from the books. JKR does. I own just the plot.

Here's chapter 7!

Btw, in my opinion, I think the 1st part of this chapter was the best I've ever written. Who knows? Maybe I'll make WonderfullyWickedWeasely and those others that cried cry again. Haha. Sorry, that's not really funny, but oh well. Sorry if you get aggravated with the repeated words.

Chapter Seven

Almost

Georgiana was sent to her "room" again. She sat on her-well, what used to be-bed, hugging her scraped knees. She had managed to stop the blood, but they still hurt very much. She was ordered to clean the windows in the backyard, where no one could see her-in the freezing cold-and had fallen off of the ladder and hit the pavement on her knees. Rachel had sent her to her "room" with no meals for getting blood on the carpet. She wished she did not have to endure this torture. The torture of getting hit, beaten, falling, cleaning. Most of all there was the torture of not seeing Harry and Hermione everyday. She wished she could send them a letter, telling them what Rachel and Oscar were making her do and were doing to her. She wanted to tell them to come and get her. But most of all she wanted to tell them how much she loved them.

Harry had told her to think of them whenever she was scared. She was afraid of the dark. So, whenever she was lying in bed at night, unable to see her hand in front of her face, she would think of them. She would think of sharing another morning with Harry again eating Coco Pops on the couch. She would think of snuggling with Hermione again. She would think of going to the park with them again and watching Harry swing Hermione. She would imagine being surrounded by her other family-the Weaselys and her grandparents, the Grangers. She would imagine having a Christmas dinner with them in the Manor. Draco and Ginny trying to get away and snog somewhere private. She would imagine a giant turkey in the center as big as her. Of course, Harry would have cooked it, as everyone would have protested that Hermione did. Steam would rise from it and the smell would waft into her nostrils making her groan and her stomach make hungry noises. She would imagine opening presents on Christmas morning and finding the same picture that Rachel had torn brand new and in an unbroken, beautiful frame.

Young Georgiana would think ahead and imagine spending her first summer at the beach in Cornwall with Harry, Hermione, the Weaselys, and the Grangers. She would imagine her mother and father playing tag with each other. Chasing each other in the sand. Eventually, since Harry was more built and stronger, he would catch her and they would fall to the ground, with her on top of him. Everyone would hold their breath as Hermione would lean closer and kiss him. Georgiana would have the biggest grin on her face. She would imagine building a sandcastle with Harry and join in with the guys in trying to bury Ron while he was sleeping. Of course, they would not bury his head.

She would imagine Harry and Hermione taking her to the zoo. She would imagine going to Ron and Luna's wedding and dancing with Harry for the father-daughter dance. She would imagine watching her two parents dancing while she sat in her grandmother's lap. She would imagine Harry and Hermione getting married. She would imagine changing her last name to "Potter". She would imagine pressing her ear onto her pregnant mother's stomach to hear her baby brother kick. She would imagine meeting her baby brother for the first time in the hospital. She wouldn't feel left out that he was actually the child of Harry and Hermione Potter because they love her just the same-no more, no less.

Georgiana would eventually fall asleep with these thoughts. And she would dream. She would dream of eating breakfast with Harry again. She would dream of snuggling with Hermione again. She would dream of going to the park. She would dream of eating a Christmas turkey with them. She would dream of opening presents on Christmas morning. She would dream of going to the beach. She would dream of watching her parents kiss for the first time. She would dream of building a sandcastle and burying her uncle in the sand. She would dream about going to the zoo. She would dream about the aunt and uncle's wedding. She would dream about dancing with her father. She would dream about her parents getting married. She would dream about her baby brother.

It was her sanctuary. Her dreams were her sanctuary. She could dream about anything she wanted. She could dream about seeing her parents again. She could dream about them taking her far away from Rachel and Oscar. Nighttime was her favorite time of the day, because when she would sleep, she would dream. And when she would dream, she would see them. But when she woke up, she would look around sadly at where she was. She would curl up into a ball, start to cry, and say,

"I'm still here."

"Can't we just take her and obliviate them?" Harry asked one day as they were talking strategy on taking back what rightfully belonged to them-their daughter. They were sitting in the parlour drinking hot chocolate in front of the fire. It had been two weeks. The two parents had finally done enough grieving and crying to think straight again.

"No, Harry, they're Muggles. Besides, it wouldn't make much sense to use magic in front of Muggles and get sent to Azkaban while Georgiana would have to go back to them," Hermione told him.

"Well, I can't think of any way to get her back, at least not any legal way," he responded disappointed in himself. He was the father. He defeated Voldemort. He should know how to do these things. He should think of these things right then and there. "Or non-Magical way."

"Me either," his best friend responded. "Oscar's a lawyer and a damn good one at that from what I hear. He could represent himself and Rachel. We may not have a chance in the Muggle court. But if we are going to fight for her, we have to do it the Muggle way."

"But sueing is off the list?" he asked and she gave him a nod back.

She took a swig of her hot chocolate, downing it to the last drop. "Probably should have put some Vodka in here," she said as she set her empty mug on the coffee table and leaned into Harry's side. He chuckled and finished his, too. He put his mug next to hers and held her properly. He rubbed his hand on her upper arm giving her warmth. Hermione could feel the warmth from his hot chocolate still on his hand which gave her the goosebumps.

"What about a search warrant?" he asked. "It will be risky, but it'll make sense. I mean, how do we know she is being properly taken care of? Do Child Services even check up on her like they did for us?"

Hermione remembered that one time when Child Services came by to make sure that Georgiana was not being used for torturing practice. "I don't know. We can just say that we want to make sure she is okay."

"What if they don't believe us?" he asked.

"We'll just have to test it out," she smiled slyly to him.

"What do you mean?"

She sat up and put her leg up on the couch sideways so that she could look at him properly. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and said, "We show up at the Reeds asking if we could visit Georgiana. If they say 'no', we'll know that they are hiding something."

"Like keeping her in a cupboard under the stairs?" he asked remembering his own past.

"Yes," Hermione said. She didn't even want to think about her baby girl being kept in a cupboard under the stairs, not being let out often. "Come on, let's call Child Services right now." Hermione stood up and ran to the phonebook to look up the number for the Social Services. Once she found it, she dialed the number and called.

After a minute, she angrily groaned and pressed the "end" button and forcefully put it back on the hook. "They're closed!"

"Well, it is eleven o'clock at night," he reasoned with her leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. "We'll just have to wait until morning."

"I don't think I can wait that long," she said.

"Well, you'll have to. C'mere." Like a good best friend, he gathered her into his arms. "I know I may be all calm about this, but you know what? Things go better when you're calm."

She inhaled deeply and let it out heavily. "You're right, Harry."

"I know I am," he cheekily said making her smile. "Come on, let's get some sleep."

"Listen to me." Instead of calling Child Services, they decided to just pay them a visit instead. So, the next day, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger sat in two chairs in front of a social worker. "Three months ago, Harry and I adopted a little girl. Her name is Georgiana Charlotte Potter-Granger. She is six-years-old and two weeks ago, she was taken from us by her birth mother and her new husband. We want her back. What do we have to do to do that?" She spoke clearly and firmly, like she was talking to someone who was deaf.

"Well, ma'am, can I see the form of adoption?" Mr. Arthur Brooks said.

Hermione reached into her purse and pulled out a folded-up paper, unfolded it, and gave it to Mr. Brooks. He looked it over and said, "Mmmm..."

"What?" Harry asked for his strange behavior.

"Well, your adoption was not final. You had one more month until it would be determined if she was yours or not. So, technically, she wasn't officially yours when they took her away," he told them.

"But what about the Reeds' adoption for her? Do they get three months?" Hermione asked.

"Who was the social worker that gave her to the Reeds?" he answered with a question.

"Olivia Bartha."

"Excuse me, then." He stood up and left them at the desk and out the door.

Hermione turned to look at her best friend incredulously. "We should be able to keep her, Harry. She's old enough to choose. At least, her mind is."

Harry nodded and took her hand in his.

Mr. Brooks came back a few minutes later with Olivia Bartha. She gave them a meek smile. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger," she nodded at them.

They nodded back.

"How can we get her back?" was Hermione's first question.

Mrs. Bartha sat at Arthur Brooks' desk and he left the room, leaving someone who was more familiar with the case to handle it. "Well, since your adoption was not final at the time of her taking, you are not her legal guardians. Mrs. Leech-Reed had pushed for a full, permanent adoption, so therefore, she cannot be returned to you."

"But what if they are doing something wrong? What about that?"

"Like what, Ms. Granger?"

"Like using her. Treating her wrong. Treating her as a slave," she said in disbelief. 'I think I can do your job better than you can, sister' she thought. 'Because you obviously do not know what you are doing.'

"When my parents died seventeen years ago, I was sent to live with my mother's sister, her husband, and her son. I was treated like a slave for them," Harry spoke up. "I will not let Georgiana endure that. We need to know..." He gave her these sad eyes. They were not fake. Oh, yes, they were real.

But they worked.

"What kind of things did they do, Mr. Potter?" she asked interested.

"Well, I had to cook, clean, wash, garden for them. I was kept in a cupboard under the stairs until I was eleven. Then I was moved into the smallest room in the house. They had put locks on the door to keep me in and put bars on my window so I wouldn't escape. They would beat me, push me, throw me. I'm glad I turned out alright," he responded sadly.

Hermione took his hand in hers and held it comfortingly. "Please, we can't let that happen to Georgiana. We care about her too much." Mrs. Bartha looked in Ms. Granger's eyes. The genuinity of her love was pure. She could tell the young woman loved being a mother. Yes, she knew that look quite well. It was very rare and she hardly ever saw it in her office or in any office, as this was not hers. Ms. Granger had the look of motherhood. A mother whose heart had been broken and wanted it back together. Mrs. Bartha knew they were the perfect parents.

She had looked into her records before she visited her and Mr. Potter. They were both clean as a whistle. Ms. Granger's accomplishments flowed from page to page. She had top marks and top results in primary school. She got countless awards for being a gifted pianist. She went to a school for the Gifted.

Mr. Potter was not as clean as Ms. Granger was, but close to it. He did not do as well as she did in primary school. However, he, as well, went to the same school for the Gifted. 'Must have been where they met' she thought to herself. He did do quite well there, almost matched Ms. Granger's marks. She wondered why the two were not together. They looked like they were very comfortable around each other. Mr. Potter seemed to be crazy about her as he would glance down at their linked hands every now and then.

They were not fake.

Oh, yes...

...they were real.

"We'll look into it. I'll see what I can do."

Harry and Hermione left Child Services happier than they had ever been. Step one had taken motion. The steps to getting Georgiana back. When they got outside, Hermione looked at Harry with a smile that was being restrained as much as she could. He grinned back. She suddenly burst out in laughter, happy. He joined in and pulled their hands up and twirled her around. She laughed harder. It had been a long time since they had laughed like that. He twirled her in and she hit his chest. Her chest on his. Their faces were mere inches from each other. Their laughter ceased once they saw how close they were. Harry could feel her hot breath on his chin. He wanted to kiss her. So bad.

Hermione looked at his mouth. It was so kissable. She had been dreaming of this moment since she had met him. She looked up at his eyes and saw that he had the same look she did. His emerald-green eyes boring into her chocolate-brown ones. She closed her eyes and began to lean in...

HONK!

They pulled away and looked at what had made the moise. A car honked as the one in front of it would not move. They looked disappointed but neither noticed. "Come on, let's get home." Hermione got in the passenger seat of the SUV while Harry got in the driver's side, both thinking the same thing,

'So close.'

TBC...

Well, you mite hate me now for that last part. Haha, sorry. I'm not really big fans of stories where they get together quickly. I like long drawn-out romance stories with the sexual tension and "almosts", you know? Much cuter. Haha.

Sorry for it being very short tho. I had wanted to end it like that. With the kiss.

Next chapter: maybe she'll be rescued, but Ron and Luna's wedding most def!

Anyway, pleez review!

DREWHHR