I just tried adding more chapters. Hopefully, would be a good one.

Characters are not mine. All credits to J.K Rowling. I just own the plot.

xxxx

September 16, 1999

Dear Harry,

I know you'll be mad at me for not writing to you after we left Hogwarts!

Forgive me.

I know you and many of our friends tried writing to me. But please hear me out. I have a coin for the portkey that will lead you to my new place. It will be activated on the 19th of September at 3 in the afternoon. It will only be you and only you who will be able to travel through this portkey.

I have something to tell you, but it needs to be talked in person and please DO NOT TELL ANYBODY about this letter.

Please see me.

Love lots,

H.

PS. Burn this right after you've read.

Enclosed in a small pouch is a gold coin. This was the DA coin we used before when communicating within the Dumbledore's Army. I clutched the letter and stared at the roaring fire in the hearth. I opened the letter and reread it one last time before throwing it to the fire and watched as it burns to ashes.

After almost 3 months of no communication, she finally sent a letter. We were so worried that she might be in danger. I've even asked for a team of auror to investigate her mysterious disappearance. However, no lead of her current location and no evidence she was forced or have been kidnapped. She just disappeared on her own volition

I am so intrigued why Hermione left right after the graduation. Why did she sound so worried and scared in her letter? She seemed not the Hermione I know. She can face even the evilest like in the form of Bellatrix Lestrange. She even sent her parents to Australia just to protect them. It seemed that she there is something happened that she chose to be silent and be away from the world she had fought for last year.

There were so many questions I really wanted to ask. She'll be meeting me on her birthday itself. Is she in danger? I hoped not. I really hope not.

September 19, 1990

I stumbled in the well-trimmed lawn of a small bricked house that surrounded by white picket fence. There were plants of various flower that smells good when hit by the wind. The place is so serene, and I feel like I am in the middle way to top of the mountain. I don't know where this place is but sunny, warm though windy. I could feel the magic surrounds the area. The wards and, in my opinion, been placed heavily for protection. Hermione already registered my magic to be able to enter the wards.

I walked up to the porch and heard a hum from the other side of the door. I knocked at the door. I heard a womanly voice cooing a squealing baby. Baby? What?

The door opened, and I saw Hermione dressed as she always is. Never changed a bit.

"Harry!" she smiled and hugged me tightly, "Thought you wouldn't come. I worried that you're so mad to me that you'll just forget you have received a letter from me."

"How could I forget one of my best friends?" I closed my eyes and smelled her. It is her. "I missed you so much!"

"Oh! I have missed you too Harry. All of you!" she moved away, still smiling, though has shed a few tears, and let me in. She guided me to her sitting room. "Have a sit, Harry. Do you need anything? Perhaps tea?"

"That would be great, 'Mione." She smiled at me and went to the kitchen and prepared my usual tea. I looked around and observed the area. There were books lined up at the wall. There were photos of us in the frame above her hearth. There was also a photo of her and Malfoy as the Head students. However, this looked more intimate and seemed private. It seemed that they have grown so close without me noticing it.

Then, I got startled when a squeaking baby interrupted the silence of the room. I looked around and that was when I noticed a pram. I went near it and peaked inside it. There, inside it is a new small baby, making a squeaking sound. I looked closer and the baby looked into me like he could see me. I stared at him and observed. Who is this baby? Who are the parents? Then, that was when I noticed a wisp of blonde hair at his top head and the chocolate brown eyes. This was Hermione's baby.

"Uh…'Mione, there is a baby in here." I called out to Hermione.

"In a minute" she answered back.

I looked at the baby again and observed. His face feature seemed familiar but I can't point who he looked like. Hermione brought a tray of biscuits and the tea. I sat back to the couch as she put it down at the coffee table. Then, she went to the pram and picked up the baby. She cooed at him and he squeaks a bit.

"Umm… 'Mione.. uh...Not to be rude, who's baby is that? I asked her hesitantly.

"Harry, he is mine. Meet Caelum Wyatt Granger." I choked as she confirmed what I have thought.

"It's yours? But…it was…we just graduated a few months ago…I mean… How?"

"Harry…It is really complicated. But I'll tell you how when the proper time comes. It's just..." she paused and signed heavily. She was really having a hard time to tell it to me.

"It's okay, 'Mione. If you can't tell me now, tell me when you're ready. It seems you are really having a hard time. I'll just visit you from time to time."

"Thanks for understanding, Harry." She paused and looked down at her baby "but I tell you this, we are in danger. Real grave danger. Especially, if I go back to England."

"Why? I thought we are already free of deatheaters before we graduate? Where are we anyway?"

"I will let you know when I am already recuperated, Harry. I just need more time. I still need to save someone back in England. Hopefully, I won't be late when I am ready."

"Who?"

"Later Harry. Anyhow, we are in New Zealand. My parents bought me this when I have told them about my pregnancy and the story. The father of Cael is a very loving one and I will save him soon."

"That far? Who is the father?"

"Later Harry. But for now, I have something ask you. Would you be Cael's godfather?"

I was stunned when she asked me of that. I know I'll probably be a godfather if she and Ron had a kid. However, she was my best friend and no matter what, I'll protect her child to whoever wants to harm him. "Of course, 'Mione! I'll be the best godfather of all." I smiled at them and went beside her to look at the baby. She handed me slowly the baby and I felt a happiness I have never felt before. I may not be the father, but I would definitely be a good father figure to him. I kissed his forehead and whispered to him "Hello, Cael. I am Harry Potter. Your handsome godfather!" He squeaked a bit and yawned. He slept again, and I looked at my friend. "He's a pretty baby."