A/N: Okay. Classes have finished and I should have more time to update before I move into a dorm next year when I go to Stockton. Many people have given me suggestions for pairings. As first year hasn't started, the student couples will have to wait. However, I have decided to do Drarry as the main pairing. I am also planning to stick Ron with Leanne and as you will be able to tell in this chapter, I will also write some Wolfstar. Thank you for all the suggestions and I could still use some ideas for other pairings and houses for characters.

Chapter 3

"Daddy! Let's go!" Leanne shrieked once again through the halls of Potter Manor.

James made his way reluctantly down the stairs, where his daughter stood impatiently by the fireplace. "Okay sweetheart," he sighed as he pulled on his cloak (he could never go anywhere with Leanne without having at least one photo taken of them. Pictures of the two of them rarely made it into the Daily Prophet, but Leanne never let him leave the Manor without a cloak at the very least.)

"Finally," Leanne snapped. "Come on, grab some powder. Let's go!"

"And put on your public persona." James muttered under his breathe. Thankfully, if Leanne heard him, she remained silent. The best thing about having a famous child was that she always behaved in public; after all, she can't have her fans knowing how horrible she was at home.

The young girl sighed in relief as her father finally left. The night before, she had sent an owl to the Prophet, letting them know that she would be in Diagon Alley the next day and they were right on schedule.

James nearly fell over when he and his daughter entered the Alley and found at least twenty reporters and photographers. Of course, he didn't have to ask who tipped them off, as Leanne strolled past her father and waved sweetly to the crowd.

"Miss Potter! Are you excited to go to Hogwarts?"

"Miss Potter! Do you plan on buying dress robes?"

"Miss Potter! What make of robes will you be wearing?"

"Miss Potter! What class are you most looking forward to?"

Leanne loved every second of it. "Oh, please! You are all making me dizzy!" She giggled. "One at a time please. Oh! Ms. Skeeter! Hello!"

Rita Skeeter positively beamed as the crowd parted for her and her personal photographer. "Leanne, darling. How many times must I tell you? Call me Auntie Rita!"

The girl laughed. "Sorry Auntie Rita. It's just that daddy taught me so well. I'm not supposed to call adults anything other than 'Ms.' or 'Mr.'"

"Oh, darling! Don't think of me as an adult! Think of me as your friend! Now, do you have time to answer some questions?"

That's what I was counting on, Leanne thought as she grinned for the cameras. "Of course, but only a few."

Cameras flashed left and right as the quills and parchment came out. "Miss Potter," asked a dark haired witch in the front. "What type of wand do you wish to get?"

The red headed 11 year old thought for a moment. "Whichever one suits me, I suppose. Don't they always say the wand chooses the wizard? I guess whichever one chooses me is the one I will get."

"Miss Potter! Are you excited to go to Hogwarts?" Asked a tall man standing to the side.

Leanne let out an airy laugh. "Of course, sir! I can't wait!"

"But won't you miss your father?" The same wizard asked.

"Well," the child said, creeping over to her father and taking his hand. "Yes, I will miss daddy very much. But… I can't just not go to Hogwarts. We can always write."

"Leanne?" Rita asked, causing James to tense up, knowing she was about to stir things up. "Do you ever think about your mother? About Harry?"

In the silence that followed Rita's questions, the crowd of reporters, photographers and various onlookers glared at the blonde woman. For years, the unspoken rule was that nobody ever mentioned the deceased Potters. Sure, in the beginning questions were asked only to James, but after an emotional breakdown from Leanne, the two never came up. By now, many reporters suspected Skeeter stirred things up just for the hell of it; as she could twist anything into a conspiracy theory.

In the center of the crowd, James bit his lip and looked at his daughter. During an interview eight years ago Leanne had thrown a tantrum after he had refused to let her leave the podium and play with her toys. Thankfully, the tantrum occurred shortly after a reporter asked a question about Lily, leading the audience to think it was an emotional episode. James now found himself hoping that Leanne didn't do anything insensitive, revealing that she had never been affected by their deaths.

At the same time, Leanne was struggling to place the vaguely familiar name. Obviously, she knew her mother after all of her father's stories and the pictures scattered around the manor. Many of them included herself and some other child. A boy with black hair and green eyes. Suddenly, the girl recognized the name of the brother her father could never mention without crying. Must be why I blocked it out, she thought glancing at her father. It's humiliating when daddy cries. Even when we are alone.

Nervously fixing her hair, Leanne looked sadly at the cameras. "Of course, Auntie Rita. I think about them every day," the red head lied smoothly.

Half way through the shopping trip, Leanne had everything she needed for Hogwarts. Now she only had to buy what was on the stupid list. They already had her robes and her owl was at home, so her father refused to let her buy another familiar. "But Daddy!" She cried as she stuck her fingers through the cage of the snow white owl (which wanted nothing to do with her.) "Why can't I have a home owl and a school owl?"

"Because Leanne," James snapped, thankful that they were alone in the shop except for the owner who had seen similar exchanges before. "You only need one owl, dammit!"

After dragging her out of the shop, James noted that Leanne's money bag was nearly empty. He didn't even bother asking what she bought; she wouldn't tell him and by now she would have summoned her house elf to bring whatever it was to her room. With a sigh, he led her to Gringotts so she could refill her bag. Every Christmas, James puts 100 galleons in her personal vault since she was 8. Last he checked, she had 250 galleons left. Usually she sends away for whatever she wants and pays for the little things or what she doesn't want James to know about. Everything else James pays for using the family vault. Leanne does however have a vault that nobody but a Goblin can open until she comes of age. Harry had one as well and for some reason, the Goblins will not close it and return the money to the family vault until what would have been his 17th birthday.

Leanne ran into the bank and gave a Goblin her key before James even got through the door. After getting into the cart, the Potter's and the Goblin flew down to one of the lower vaults. The old Goblin then put the key in the lock while Leanne pressed her hand flat against the door (which was the added security feature the family had settled on.) The child waltzed in and stuffed handfuls of gold into her bag without even bothering to count it.

Once back in the main foyer of the bank, James asked the Goblin for a receipt of the money in Leanne's account. The girl herself looked around bored, noting Hagrid asking a Goblin about "the you-know-what in vault 713."

After shopping, James and Leanne Flooed to the Burrow. While the adults talked over tea, Leanne went outside with the other children. They played a two-on-two game of Quidditch, Fred and George against Ron and Leanne. It's unfair that the younger children were up against the 13 year old twins, but the older boys made a rare offer to split up to even things out, but Ron insisted on being on Leanne's team.

This was always the famous girl's least favorite activity; not only were the twins older and more experienced than them, but Fred and George never let then win. Clearly, the two were the only ones who ever treated Leanne like any other child and she was not use to it. Sure, Ron and Ginny followed her everywhere, but Mrs. Weasley didn't allow Ginny to fly and Ron was horrid at Quidditch.

Meanwhile, inside the adults were talking about their children. Molly was thrilled that her youngest son was finally going to Hogwarts, at the same time, she was devastated; one more year and it would just be her and Arthur during the school year. James was telling Molly about how he too was experiencing mixed feelings; certainly he would miss Leanne terribly, but on the other hand, he was anxious to get back to work. "Oh, James. Surly you didn't have to take ten years off! I would have been happy to watch Leanne, honestly anyone from the Order could have watched her!"

James smiled at the well-meaning woman. "I know, Molly. But after Lily and Harry… I just couldn't leave Leanne alone with anyone, nothing personal of course. After a few years I planned to go back, but Leanne didn't want me to leave; I'm all she has after all. This is all she knows."

Molly nodded slowly. "Yes, but still, I'm sure some time to yourself would have been nice. You could have taken a night to just relax, left Leanne with me or Remus…"

Instantly the woman knew she made a mistake. James stood abruptly, furious. "No, never! I can't trust that man!"

Oh, James! Please! Remus is not Sirius!"

"But the two dated! They lived together for years! Lupin should have noticed something was up with Black!"

By now, Molly was on her feet too. "Don't you think that Remus thinks about that every day for the past 10 years? The man he loved, the man Moony selected as his mate did a horrendous thing!"

"Dammit Molly!" James bellowed, tears building up in his eyes. "Don't you understand? Black cost me my family! And Lupin did nothing to stop him! The bastard let his mate lead his own godson to his death!"

"And now you won't let Remus see his own goddaughter." Molly said in the soft voice that always sent her children running.

Tears were now rolling down James' face. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be betrayed by your friends'? I know Lupin did nothing wrong, but if Moony mated with someone as evil as Black, what does that say about him?"

With that said, James tearfully called Leanne into the house and the two returned to their large, quiet manor.

A/N: Next chapter; Harry and Mrs. Figg in Diagon, Part II.