Chapter Nine: Daddy

A/N: This chapter will feature Pansy and Emily's POV for a bit and then Harry's.

~~~Pansy~~~

"I cannot believe you would do this to me Astoria!" Pansy cried, as she grabbed fistfuls of her dark hair and pulled roughly.

"What? What exactly did I do?" Astoria asked, as she sipped at her tea. Pansy had come early that morning practically banging the door down after that debacle at the park the day before.

"You took Harry to the park with you, knowing that I would be there with Edgar!" Pansy cried, some more.

Astoria simply took another sip of tea before setting the cup down on its matching plate. "Why are you acting so mental Pansy? If you ask me, its poor Harry that deserves to be angry, he's the one that fell flat on his face after he spotted you with Mr. Crane. Besides, Harry told me that you only wished to be friends. What does it matter that he saw you with two dark haired children and Edgar?" Astoria said, making Pansy grow silent.

"It's not that, it's just that I'm not ready to tell Harry that Emily is his daughter. What if he had gotten a closer look at her and figured it out? He probably would have caused a scene there. I can't deal with this now and I hope that you will quit meddling in mine and Harry's love lives. This isn't one of my romance novels Astoria," Pansy said, letting go of her mussed hair.

"I'm not meddling, I'm merely looking out for Harry's best interests," Astoria said in that innocent way of hers. With that, the two proceeded to have a relatively stress free visit.

~*~Emilia Parkinson~*~

Emily walked alongside the rest of her class in thought. Well as much thought as a nearly five year old girl could have. They were on a field trip to the Ministry of Magic. All of the children were walking in awe of the large and magical place. All Emily could think about though, was her Daddy. Harry Potter. She knew he was famous because they were learning about great wizards and he was named in one of their lessons.

"Now this way is to the Auror offices. As you know, Aurors are Dark Wizard catchers," explained their teacher Miss Speckle.

She led the ten little children down the corridor past many witches and wizards trying to do their jobs. The teacher was walking alongside Ronald Weasley, one of the top Aurors in the Ministry. Emily wasn't really paying attention to the explanation as she was still thinking about Harry. Her Mummy had told her that if she kept the picture close to her heart then she would one day meet him. It had only been a day since she'd received the picture and she was already getting impatient.

Reaching up to one of her unruly locks, she began to twist her little finger into it, making that part of her hair stand up. Not that her hair was ever completely managed. Her little mind was not diverted for long before it started to wander. Why wasn't her Daddy with her Mummy? How come he wasn't trying to find her? Did he love her? These were all of the questions popping in and out of her mind.

"This way kids, stay close together," Miss Speckle said, making them all speed up. Only, Emily didn't want to walk anymore. She wanted to sit down, she was tired and thirsty. She didn't want her Mummy to see that man Mr. Edgar anymore. She wanted her to be with her Daddy. So that they could be a family. As the other students walked one way, Emily turned to the other.

However, as she was a tiny girl and she was rushing off, she didn't see the pair of long legs walking her way until she crashed into them. "Oh, what are you doing here, little girl? Are you alright?" asked, a deep sort of voice. Emily looked up and saw a pair of emerald eyes, staring right back at her. They were her eyes and his hair was messy.

"You look like my Daddy," She said, looking confused.

"What?" he asked, looking equally confused.

"You look like my Daddy, here, I show you the picture my Mummy gave me," she said, putting a tiny hand into her pocket. A second later, her smile contorted into one of worry and then devastation. "Wh-where is it? OH NO! MY PICTUUUUURREEE!" she cried, before tears flooded her green eyes. Her cries got louder and wracked her small body violently, making Harry unsure about how to deal with her.

"Um…I'll help you find your picture little girl," Harry said, looking down at the floor. Picking up the sobbing girl, he began walking the way she had come from and then spotted a slightly bent moving photograph on the floor near the offices. Looking down at the picture, Harry gasped loudly. It was a picture he hadn't seen in quite a few years. One that only, Draco, Pansy, Astoria and he himself, had in their possessions. She said he looked like her Daddy.

"Is this your picture little girl?" Harry asked, making her sobs subside slowly.

"My picture!" she cried, in a cherub's voice. She smiled up at him and it was then that it hit him. This little girl had to be his daughter. Her eyes were his. Her hair was untidy, her nose and the smile on her face. This girl IS his daughter. "Thank you! It's you! You're my Daddy!" she cried, hugging Harry around the neck, while he tried desperately to form a coherent word.

"Emilia Parkinson, there you are! Oh Mr. Potter thank you for finding Emilia, I'm sure her mother would be worried sick if she heard that we lost her daughter," Miss Speckle said, trying to grab Emily.

"NO! I WAANNNNAAA STAY WITH DAAAAAAADDYYY!" she screamed, holding Harry's neck tighter.

"Oh Dear, well Mr. Potter, I believe that we should call Miss Parkinson in. This could be a problem," she said, taking her hands off of the little girl.

"Err…uh….uhhh…right…" Harry muttered, as he walked to his office with the little girl clamped to his neck.

-Harry-

Harry sat and waited, trying time and time again for the little girl's grip to soften. And yet, she would not move an inch. All she did was smile, a perfect little smile. She was a very beautiful child and Harry found that as the moments ticked by, the little girl won more of his heart. There was no other explanation, this girl was his daughter and he couldn't see anything that could possibly say she wasn't. Harry already felt connected to the little girl as she started to doze off on his shoulder.

"Emily! EMILY!"Pansy cried, as she burst through the corridors. Harry took this as a sign that he should probably go into the hallway and quiet her down before she woke up their daughter.

"Pansy, get in here and be quiet," Harry hissed, suddenly feeling angry.

"Oh my God! Harry, I'm so sorry. What has she said?" Pansy asked, looking frantically at the child in his arms.

"Nothing, except that I'm her Daddy. Pansy how could you keep something like this from me? Didn't you think I deserved to know that I had gotten you pregnant? That, I've had a daughter for nearly five years. What the Hell were you thinking?" Harry said, in a horribly angry voice.

"I'm sorry, okay? I was stupid! I'm sorry! Is that what you want to hear? That I was stupid and I didn't think, that I was a bitch to keep such a precious gift from you all these years? Fine, I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!" she cried, making Emily stir.

"Right. I guess I was wrong to think we could be friends. I want shared custody of Emilia, Pansy. Don't make me fight you in court," Harry said, bitterly.

"Fine, see you in court. I'll have my Law Wizard call you," Pansy said, grabbing her daughter softly and turning to walk away.

"Don't bother, my Law Witch will call you," Harry said, watching her go away. As soon as Pansy and his sweet little girl were out of sight, Harry slunk down into his chair and for the first time, tears flooded his eyes.

He had to call Hermione now. He couldn't call Draco because somehow he knew that Draco's probably known about Emilia since before she was born. Turning toward his fireplace and wiped the angry tears away. Throwing powder into the fire he said "Mrs. Hermione Weasley."

"Harry, what are you doing, flooing me at this time? Is something wrong?" Hermione asked, as her head came into view.

"Well, I just found out that I have a five year old daughter and I am now fighting her mother for shared custody," Harry said, making Hermione's mouth literally drop open.

"What? Well as strange as this sounds, I will take your case. I'm going to have to contact the woman and her Law Witch or Wizard. Who is it?" Hermione asked, in a business-like tone.

"Pansy Parkinson," Harry said, making her gape at him.

"Are you mad!? You're pitting me against my partner in court? Oh Harry, you definitely owe me more than one if I do this for you," Hermione said, putting a hand to her head.

"Thanks Hermione, you know I do," Harry said, before her head disappeared from his fire.

This was a battle that Harry did not intend to lose, despite his heart's protests, he would fight her for Emilia.

A/N: Okay, so the chapter was a bit too short. But still, the real fun begins soon enough. Be on the lookout for my next chapter, though it might not be out so soon. Thanks again to those who have continued to support this ridiculous fan fic.