Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter.
Chapter one
When he first heard the news he had thought everyone was joking. There was no way his little girl was dead, no way in hell.
However here he was sitting in a house unseen to other people, listening to an old man talking.
"We are all very sorry Mr. Granger. Your daughter was one of our very best students; in fact she was the best of her year." The old man spoke softly while watching the man closely with his sad light blue eyes.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore. Hermione was always very smart, just like her mother." Henry told him.
Hermione's mother had fallen sick from breast cancer and had died little less than three years ago. But Henry had picked himself up again, he had to look after his little girl and now that she was gone, he had no one.
He had been looking forward to the end of this year, she would have been graduating and they were going to spend a week in Australia. But now that would never happen.
Sad and weary he had left the odd house and made for his own empty one, upon reaching his home he noticed from the outside how it resembled a haunted house. It was a big white colored two story with blue rollers. It seemed to mock him with every step he took towards it, knowing only he was going to be there.
He kicked off his shoes and laid on his daughter's bed.
"Mummy, Daddy." A 5yr old happy Hermione ran through the house with a picture in her hand.
"In here kiddo." He had called loud enough for her to hear him.
It had only taken a few seconds before she had run in the kitchen.
Holding out the picture of a turtle to him, she said. "Look I drawed daddy." He smiled at her grammar and proceeded to correct her.
"Drew, kiddo, drew." Looking at the picture that she had given him, he noticed something.
"What this?" he pointed to the side of the turtle.
She smiled. "It's a price tag." His eyebrow rose at her words.
Putting the picture on the table and lifting her up on to his knee, he asked. "And why would the turtle have a price tag?"
"Because that's how much the turtle cost." He realized what she was getting at.
"Do you want a turtle, Hermione?" he asked.
Looking at her father from his knee she asked. "What would ever make you think that daddy?" she said innocently. Then, "But if you insist, yes."
Two hours later Henry walked out of the pet shop with his daughter holding a small box with her new turtle.
The only problem was what her mother might think when she got home, but right now she was happy and he had to find a tank for the turtle.
Henry smiled as he recalled the event; her mother was so mad but had calmed down after she had seen how fond Hermione was of the turtle she had named…Glitter.
He had started to drift off to sleep when something happen, a voice so cold and harsh had broken through his mind setting it on fire with the words.
"They think your dead Miss Granger. No one will come to save you."
Henry was left shaking and confused.