"When we get to the station, first years will be lead away by Hagrid. He'll take you to the boats, if you get scared or have any questions then tell him that you're Hermione Granger's daughter." Hermione explained, Milah nodded. "Mummy and daddy will have to go with the rest of the school, we'll see you inside. Then, when you reach the castle, you'll have the Sorting Hat ceremony, and -"

"We'll love you no matter what house you are placed in." Draco cut her off. Milah got up from her seat and went to sit in Draco's lap.

"You'll sit at your new table and have dinner. Before bed, wait for us outside the Great Hall. We'll kiss you goodnight and then you can go." Hermione finished.

"I'm scared." Milah admitted in a small voice. Draco kissed her forehead.

"Of what, pet?" Draco asked.

"That I'll disappoint you both." She replied, "I don't want to be in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw or even Gryffindor. I want to be in Slytherin. What if I'm in a house that doesn't suit me? What if I don't like my new house?" She asked.

"The Hat decides what house to put you in based on your personality, but, you know, you can always choose. If you don't want to be in any of the other houses, you can always ask for Slytherin, but that might not be the best house for you." Hermione explained, "just because it's the house that you want doesn't mean it's the one for you." The door of their carriage slid open and a gangly, ginger haired boy walked in after a dark haired boy with glasses. "Harry! Ron!" Hermione hugged them both in turn.

"Who's that?" Milah whispered into Draco's ear.

Harry turned to Draco. "I didn't realise you molested eleven year olds." Harry sneered. Hermione jammed her elbow into his ribs. "Ouch!" He exclaimed.

"Actually, Harry, this is Milah. Milah, this is Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley." Hermione replied.

Milah's eyes lit up in recognition, "The Harry Potter? The one who defeated Voldemort? The Boy Who Lived!?"

Harry blushed, "yeah, I guess so." He replied awkwardly.

"You didn't tell me you knew Harry Potter, dad!" Milah exclaimed.

"It's not something I'm proud of." Draco admitted.

"Dad?!" Ron repeated.

"That's right." Draco replied, "Milah is our daughter."

"Our?!" Harry repeated.

"Honestly, you two, do I have to say everything twice?" Hermione shook her head in mock-disbelief.

"Mum, can Harry sit with us?" Milah asked excitedly. Hermione turned to her daughter.

"That depends on whether Harry wants to or not." Hermione replied as she looked at Harry. "Would you and Ron like to sit with us?" She asked.

"We'd love to." Harry replied.

"What about Ginny?" Hermione asked.

"She's with Luna and Neville, she won't come looking for me until we reach the castle." Harry replied as he sat next to the door on the opposite seat of Draco and Milah. Ron sat next to him and Hermione sat next to Draco.

"How did you defeat Voldemort?" Milah asked excitedly.

"Voldemort knew of a prophecy, that he would be destroyed by a boy born on the 31st of July 1980. There were two boys born on that date that year, Neville Longbottom and me." Harry began. Milah got up from Draco's lap, she crossed the carriage in two steps and sat in Harry's lap, her legs dangling over his. He put his arms around her legs and scooped her up, holding her bridal style on the seat. "Anyway, Voldemort knew he had to kill the Chosen One, so he took a gamble. He came to my parent's house in Godric's Hollow that night. I was a year old, he killed my father in the stairway, he came into my room. My mother, by now, knew that he was coming. She was on the floor next to me I imagine. He pointed his wand at me, he cast the most unforgivable of the unforgivable curses. The Killing Curse. My mother, Lily, threw herself between us. That was an act of true love, the curse rebounded and she died, I was left with a scar and Voldemort was so close to death that he had just enough power to disapparate before he collapsed. He managed to survive on unicorn blood, but nobody saw him again for eleven years..."