Authors Note: Once again thanks for reading hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: A Big Surprise

Harry got home from work that night at around nine completely exhausted. It had been a long day at work and he wanted nothing more than to spend the night in hid warm bed and just sleep. He had already contacted Ginny and told her that they were going to have to cancel their plans tonight. She seemed very reluctant to cancel, but when he told her his reasons she at least accepted it, even if she made him promise to go take her to somewhere overly expensive to make up for it.

Free of all responsibilities, Harry decided to order in and, dialing up his favorite Chinese takeout place, placed an order for his favorite dish. When the food arrived he ate it in the living room while watching T.V.

At around 10, He felt himself beginning to tire. He took a nice hot shower to relax himself before changing into his pajama pants and shirt and going to bed. It was about 10:30 when he finally went to sleep, and he was excited to not have anything the next two days as it was Friday and this was his Saturday off. He was looking forward to, and dreaming about, lying in bed all day and maybe inviting Ginny over as he drifted slowly to sleep.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Harry startled awake as he heard someone knock on his front door. He quickly turned over to look at his alarm clock and, seeing as it was only 8 A.M. rolled over and went back to sleep hoping whatever fan or reporter was outside would take the hint and realize not to bother him on his day off, especially this early in the morning.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Hello is anyone there," A voice that sounded almost motherly shouted while knocking louder this time.

Well thought Harry as he heard the knocking once again I will give this person, whoever it is, is quite persistent. However that was evidently not enough to make him move as he simply turned back over and tried to go to sleep before he heard it again.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Hello, anyone home? I simply want to come inside and talk," the voice called out this time as she - Harry assumed she was a woman based on her voice - called out again.

Fine thought Harry as he got his wand and got out of bed intent on giving this person a piece of his mind This person is clearly not going to let me enjoy this day until I go and answer the door.

Harry got to the door after slowly dragging himself through his bedroom and living room as he slowly undid the lock and opened the door. What he saw clearly shocked him as instead of the normal fan girl staring at him with wide eyes he saw a women is her mid 50's wearing a women's dress suit and carrying what looked to be a young baby of no more than a few weeks old and a small amount of baby supplies with her hands poised to knock on the door again.

"May I come in," the woman asked Harry as he was staring at her with a shocked look on his face.

"Sure," Harry responded leading her to the living room and seating her in one of the chairs.

"I'm terribly sorry to barge in like that but she doesn't do well in the heat," the lady said as she motioned to the baby in her carrier, "I assume you are Mr. Potter correct."

"I am," Harry replied quite nervously as people that dress this professionally generally did not visit his house in the early morning to chat, "Am I in some kind of trouble Mrs.…" Harry tried to finish not remembering if she had told him her name.

"Mrs. Frigg" the woman said quickly, "sorry I must have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Arianna Frigg and I'm from the ministries Department of Child Services, and no before you ask you are not in any trouble."

At this Harry let go of the breath he didn't know himself to be holding and resumed his normal posture. He looks up and sees the woman smile at this before continuing, "You aren't in any trouble Mr. Potter but that doesn't mean that I am here without a purpose. Mr. Potter what do you know about the Department of Child Services," she finished with a smile.

"Well, admittedly not much," Harry began trying to search his mind for any information he had heard on the mystery department, "I heard briefly that your funding had to be increased after the war because of the many orphans so I can only assume your work has something to do with children," Harry finished.

"Why yes Mr. Potter that is absolutely correct and our funding had to increase to accommodate all the newly orphaned kids. Our main job is to protect children who are either orphaned or abandoned by their parents, and we also check to make sure that young children are not abused in their homes," Mrs. Frigg said.

Ha Harry thought internally with a smile fat lot of good that did him while he was with the Dursley's. Although, I suppose that is a hasty assumption to make considering I wasn't on the radar as being a magical child, and therefore not their responsibility. "Well, what I can do for you Mrs. Frigg," Harry said with a little confusion, "I'm sorry to inform you that I am not a father and to my best knowledge not abusing children in any way," Harry finished with a small smile.

"Well Mr. Potter," Mrs. Frigg began, "There is where I can say that you are definitely wrong. You are most definitely a child and your daughter is actually right here in this room with us," she finished motioning to the baby in the carrier who, as if on cue, began to looked Harry straight in the eyes and all he saw were green, the same green eyes his mother had given to him.

It was at this point that the world began to spin for Harry. He got extremely dizzy and well out of his chair, his faced drained of most color as he began to black out in shock. The last thing he remembered before passing out was looking at the baby who had begun to laugh playfully at his antics and thinking to himself Oh Shit.

Harry slowly began to regain consciousness he found himself looking at a very amused Mrs. Frigg.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked sweetly as Harry groaned and rubbed the back of his head, "You were knocked out for a while and tea usually helps me wake up so I helped myself. I hope you don't mind."

"Sure," Harry replied although so many different questions were going through his mind right now, "is it true what you said about me being a father?" Harry asked his voice starting to trail off at the end.

"Ahh sparing no time for pleasantries I suppose," she said as she began pouring the tea, "In short Mr. Potter yes, you are a father."

"But…" Harry began stammering to find words, "How? I have only had one real girlfriend and we haven't even had sex yet."

"Well Mr. Potter that is a long story," began Mrs. Frigg, "are you interested in hearing it?"

Well fucking yeah I wasn't to hear it, who in the right mind wouldn't want to after hearing that they are a father Harry quickly thought while adding aloud "I would, I really would like to hear this."

"Well then you may want this to drink while I tell it," Mrs. Frigg says as she hands him the herbal tea "It will help calm you," she continued.

Harry now sat up, listening intently to her speak.

"Mr. Potter this all started when you were visiting Saint Mungo's for medical treatment," she began, "How much do you remember of your trip there?"

"Admittedly not much," he responded trying to think back, "I was pretty knocked out from the final battle."

"Well do you remember a Doctor Macha coming to visit you there?" She continued

"Well…" Harry trailed off in thought, "I think I remember someone by that name coming to visit me… Yeah she asked for a sample of my semen to do highly unproven experiments on."

"Very good Mr. Potter that is a great start," she said before continuing, "The highly unproven experiments that she wished to run were based on using a donors sperm to fertilize a the egg cell of a couple who couldn't have kids naturally because of the father or to a woman who wanted to have a child without a father. This procedure has been available in the muggle world for many years, but the magical world remained ignorant both by choice and by barrier. See, magical sperm is slightly different than non-magical sperm and while this causes no problems in natural pregnancies, for whatever reason although my personal belief is in the spirit of magic itself, magical sperm would not work for artificial inseminations. But then Dr. Macha came around. She brought with her a newly highly experimental technique that she was sure would work, she just need some stronger magical sperm to test it on. That is where you come in Mr. Potter; you were in the hospital at the right time so that she noticed you as well as your magic. She then had you sign a waiver allowing her to perform her needed tests. You consented, and the majority of your sperm went to finalize the process but there was some left over. She couldn't resist the opportunity so she used your sperm in a procedure with a young couple who were on her waiting list. The process worked, and the result is what you see her in front of you. In signing the waiver, you also waived any possible responsibility should a child be born of the procedure…"

"Wait, if I waived my rights to the child then why are you here?" accused Harry.

"I was getting there Mr. Potter please calm down I was getting there please calm down," she started and upon seeing Harry cool down a bit continued, "Your daughter was born just this week, in the Saint Mungo's obstetrics unit and was a completely healthy child. However, her parents, shortly after taking her taking her home and before deciding on a name for her, were killed by death eaters in a brutal attack over wartime politics. Their daughter managed to escape slaughter because she was asleep in the bedroom upstairs when the death eaters killed her parents."

"What were her parent's names," Harry briefly interrupted, "Do I know them?"

"You might," Mrs. Frigg began, "The mother was in your year at Hogwarts on Daphne Greengrass while her father was a year older, Dimitri Vang." Harry remembered them both from school. Daphne was one of the most beautiful girls in the school (definitely the hottest in Slytherin) with light, almost platinum, blond hair and beautiful blue eyes along with a stunning body while Vang was quiet and reserved especially for a Hufflepuff. He never remembered having any problems with them while at school.

"Mr. Potter what I have to ask you next is a serious question and is not to be taken lightly," seeing him nod in recognition she continued, "Mr. Potter, I want you to adopt this child."

"WHAT," Harry cried aloud in surprise. Surly she was kidding after all he had absolutely no experience with a family of raising children. "Doesn't she have any relatives that want her?"

"Unfortunately not, her father's side wants nothing to do with her because she is not their son's daughter and the mother's side wants nothing to do with the child because she is a girl and cannot carry on the Greengrass name," Mrs. Frigg answered.

"But surely there is someone better than me," said Harry quickly, "I mean look at me I have no experience with children and I wouldn't know what to do with one, especially while working."

"Mr. Potter you are all that she has left. If you don't want her than I have no choice but to put her in magical adoption or an orphanage." Mrs. Frigg said sorrowfully.

"There is no way I could possibly raise a child," Harry said and when Mrs. Frigg looked like she was about to contest he quickly said, "Seriously I can't take her, I'm sorry but I can't care for her."

At his words Mrs. Frigg looked defeated and, rising almost as if rejected by the one she loved most, picks up the carrier with his daughter in it and goes towards the door.

Just as she begins to walk away Harry begins having flashbacks.

(Start flashback-Warning child abuse/violence)

Suddenly Harry was back at the Dursley's. He was around 5 years old. He remembered it well, this was the time that the Dusley's had made him start to do the vast majority of the housework.

"GET OUT HERE BOY," Vernon yelled from across the house.

It was then that Harry noticed his surroundings. He was back in his cupboard under the stairs. The heavy musky scent and dimly lit space sent all sorts of emotions through Harry, the greatest of which was fear. He feared the damp, dark place, he feared the occasional rodent or spider that let him know exactly how bad his environment really is, and most of all he feared the isolation, the feeling that no matter what he did he was alone and no one was coming to save him.

"I SAID GET OUT HERE YOU FREAK" Vernon says as he ripped the door open to the cupboard, "GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF THERE AND MAKE US BREAKFAST." He walked over to Harry and hits him across the face, knocking him to the ground to emphasize his point.

Harry quickly rose, ignoring the stabbing pain shooting through his face where he was hit, and went to the kitchen to start making breakfast. He begins to lay out all the ingredients for their breakfast: eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast. He begins to simultaneously cook the food, barely being able to reach the stove because of his short height and malnourished body in stark contrast to the corpulent body of his cousin.

As he is preparing the food, he is trying his best to remain on top of everything and cook a good meal, but he slips up and accidently burn the toast. Hoping his uncle wouldn't notice, he quickly tried to cover it up with the other food and presented it to his "family" before returning to the kitchen to see what he could salvage to eat. It was only a few short minutes before he heard his whale of a cousin's voice say "Dad, why has the freak burned my toast," and realized that his life was over.

He turned and noticed Vernon quickly shuffle into the room. "YOU FREAK, HOW COULD YOU BE SO UNGRATEFUL YOU SWINE," he heard his uncle say.

Harry began to shrink back into the corner of the room out of fear, his uncle's large demeanor towering over the small child as he tried desperately to escape. "I…I didn't mean to sir, I… I just forgot about the toast everything else was…"He was cut off by his uncle's mammoth fist connecting with his jaw.

Harry fell to the ground and began to huddle into a ball out of fear and to protect himself but this only seemed to encourage his oppressor. "YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK," a swift kick to the rib, "WE TOOK YOUR SORRY ASS IN," another punch towards his torso, "WE FED YOU," a backhanded slap to the head, "AND CLOTHED YOU," another kick which deflected off his arm, "AND YOU CAN'T EVEN MAKE BREAKFAST CORRECTLY," a finishing kick to the lower back was applied.

Seeing that his message had been received, judging by Harry's limp state on the ground, he picked the small child up, carried him to the cupboard, and threw him into violently locking the door and before saying "Don't even think of coming out of here for another day unless we tell you to."

Harry just laid there broken. He had several bruises and a few minor breaks that would heal in time but the emotional wounds ran much further deep. He lay there feeling the total emotional pain and loneliness of someone being abandoned and he felt their fists and their words over and over again in his mind. Freak, mutant, outsider, different were all branded into his mind and he would never forget them as he lay curled up crying in the corner of his "room" afraid and completely alone.

The scene skips, and Harry is now about 7 and he and Dudley have just gotten home from school. Well… Dudley has chased Harry home from school and Harry has taken to hiding in his cupboard to avoid being bullied or beaten by the young boy.

Harry didn't have any friends in the first years of primary school. Leaving for the first day, the Dursley's had to inform Harry of his name because he had never heard it before and this set the tone for his educational career there. Dudley and his gang of friends bullied Harry and anyone who came near him, preventing him from having any friends and keeping him in a lonely, forgotten state. So he responded by immersing himself in his studies and hoped his marks would show it.

Around forty minutes later, Harry heard a car pull into their driveway and the front door open which could only mean that his aunt and uncle were home from parent-teacher conferences. Intrigued Harry peeped out of his cupboard to see what would happen.

He saw Vernon in a visibly upset state, his face huffing and going into a deep shade of purple as he was attempting to smoke a cigar. This was a clear warning sign that something was wrong and more than likely he would get blamed for it, but before he could sink into his cupboard Vernon came charging at him with a vengeance.

"WHAT IS THIS YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT," Vernon shouted throwing Harry's marks at him. He quickly had time to scan the marks while his uncle picked him up. He did not understand why his uncle was so upset. He had performed admirably and received very good marks in all of his classes. He had passed all of his classes with high scores and felt his pride swell slightly as it was a big accomplishment for him and all of his hard work.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT," Vernon yelled getting more purple, "DO YOU REALIZE HOW EMBARRASED WE WERE THAT YOU OUTPERFORMED DUDLEY, DO YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH SHAME WE FELT AS OUR FREAKISH LITTLE NEPHEW DID BETTER THAN OUR PERFECT BOY! WELL YOU ARE ABOUT TO FIND OUT!"

Vernon threw Harry down and slowly began to take off his belt. Harry knew better than to run as it only made things worse so he only turned and tried to cover himself before the blows came thundering down. His uncle began to brutally whip him with the metal buckle of his belt as Harry fell, deeply aware of the immense pain that was shooting through his body as the cold metal pieced his pack and ripped his clothing exposing the flesh of his back to the cruel torture. Vernon continued, even when Harry fell down and hid in the corner, afraid of one more blow, even when the boy began to bleed profusely from his back, even when the boy began to cry for his end just to end the pain.

Suddenly the whipping stopped, but not his punishment as Vernon moved to pick the young child up. "Ohh you're not done yet boy I still have to make sure that you remember this little chat of our," He whispered into Harry's ear, "And if you tell anyone about this I will kill you, you little freak, do you hear me." He removed the shredded remnants of Harry's shirt from his broken body and tossed them to the side. He quickly removed his cigar from his mouth and pressed the burning hot end against Harry's delicate arm.

Harry felt like he was burning. He felt the hot embers of the cigar burn the flesh of his upper arm, but he couldn't scream, because he knew this would only encourage his uncle more. So he took the pain and cried, watching and feeling as his uncle made half a dozen more burns to his skin.

After his uncle was finished he threw Harry into his room and Harry knew this meant another few meals missed for him. He slowly retreated to the corner of his room where he proceeded to cry and let it all out into his pillow as not to alert his family who would come and beat him again. He was sore, and felt worthless, and tired as he longed for the pain to stop, for his living hell to be over.

(End Flashback)

Harry was at the verge of tears at the remembrance of his memories. It wasn't the physical pain that hurt the most, no scars and pain went away and could be well hidden away. The emotional pain was what plagued Harry the most, the feeling of utter despair, the feeling of no one wanting him, the feeling of no one wanting him, the feeling of having no one care. He was overwhelmed by this and suddenly became determined to never let the same thing happen to his daughter.

"WAIT!" Harry cried out as Mrs. Frigg had just reached the door and had begun to turn the knob and leave with his daughter in her carrier.

"You look troubled Mister Potter, is everything alright?" she asked with a look of concern seeing his current state of emotional distress.

"I can't abandon her, I can't leave her alone with no one," Harry said softly dangerously close to breaking the emotional floodgates and having tears flow down his face.

"Please speak up Mister Potter. I'm afraid I didn't quite hear what you said," Mrs. Frigg said with an extremely hopeful look on her face.

"I said that I can't leave her Mrs. Frigg. I would like to adopt my daughter," Harry finished with a little more confidence; he had to do this for his daughter, his new family.

"That's wonderful!" Mrs. Frigg exclaimed full of sudden joy, "I knew you would change your mind. You are going to just love her and give her the best home I just know it," she gushed obviously happy, "You can hold her while I get the paper work out."

Mrs. Frigg took the baby out of the carrier and handed her to Harry who took her as if she were the softest, most precious thing he had ever held. She was fast asleep, and Harry held her exploring her soft, innocent face and childish radiance that flowed from her and couldn't help but smile.

Mrs. Frigg took out a few papers for him to sign but stopped at one near the middle of the stack. "Mister Potter, the parents of the child died before they were able to name her, so what would you like your daughter's name to be and would you like to adopt her completely into your family because you have the option to only take her as a ward until she reaches majority…" Mrs. Frigg began but Harry cut her off.

"No, I will be fully adopting her into my family and her name… her name will be Lily Minerva Potter," Harry finished unsure at first, but finally deciding on that name in his head. He liked the name; it honored both his mother and his old teacher whom he had grown very fond of.

After they had successfully finished all of the paperwork, Mrs. Frigg began to pick up all of her things to leave. She left Harry with about a week's worth of baby supplies ranging from diapers to formula and had even left a few books on how to raise children along with instructions on when to feed her and a demonstration of how to change a diaper, which he quickly removed and put in his pensive for later use.

Mrs. Frigg moved to the door but Harry had one last question. "Mrs. Frigg, thank you for all the books and instruction, but I have simply no idea where to start and how to raise a child," he said, looking doubtful of himself and slightly scared.

"It's alright Mister Potter, I'm sure you will do just fine," Mrs. Frigg said as she made her way towards the door and said as she left, "I'm sure you'll be able to teach each other."

Author's note: So that's the end of the first real chapter I hope you all enjoyed reading it and weren't too sickened by the child abuse scenes. I wanted to post this story a few nights ago, but one of my very close friends had some very personal issues and was dangerously close to seriously harming himself so I had to go be with him. On a far happier not, I hope to be able to update a little more frequently now. I hoped you enjoyed the little surprise… Up next how Harry's close friends react, and as always reviews are much appreciated and will be answered

Signing off,

In Perfect Harmione.