Unexpected by Scarlet Emma

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 25/07/2003
Last Updated: 25/11/2003
Status: In Progress

10 years after the Great Battle, the war still effects the lives of people in the smallest ways.
Yet the unexpected still happens and surprises occur with Harry Potter and his friends.




1. Unexpected
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Disclaimer: The story of Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter is not mine. So please
don’t sue me, since I’m a poor college student.

**Unexpected**

Prologue

As the glowing sun slowly drifted below the tall green grass, a soft melody played gently
towards the crowd. Pairs of joyous eyes focused strictly on the enamored couple, with wide shining
smiles. Under a white wooden arch, a man with unruly black hair grinned gloriously towards the
goddess beside him. While the lady held back unshed tears, winked playfully with her twinkling
green eyes. Soon their rings were placed, vows were exchanged, and the words "I now pronounce
you husband and wife," were said. Then like any fairy tale dream, they shared the simple kiss
of their symbol of love.

"Professor…Professor…Professor," a boy repeated in front of the oak wooden desk.
"Professor Potter, Professor Lupin wanted to speak with you." He moved away from his
dazed mentor. Realizing his present state, he quickly placed his pensive back in its cabinet.

"I’m sorry Ali. I didn’t hear you come in. Thank you for the message." The Professor
adjusted his thin-wired glasses, slipping down his narrow nose.

"It’s okay Professor. I’ll see you later." The young boy smiled and left his favorite
teacher. With clear destination and confidence, the professor left the room in a moderate pace. As
he walked through the warm stone corridors, he smiled compassionately to every passing student.
Like always they returned the gesture, enjoying their Friday afternoon off. Finally reaching the
spot, he tapped the door.

"Come in," a calm soothing voiced called out. Turning the knob with his large and
light callous hands, he entered in to the familiar office. Walking in to the room, he saw a lean
man with sandy blonde hair, leaning over a stack of books.

"Remus, you wanted to see me." He quickly sank onto the comfortable velvet chair,
facing a table set with tea and sandwiches.

"Ah…yes Harry I did." Remus grinned showing off his soft wrinkles. "Here have
some tea." He sat across from his child, pushing the teacup forward.

"Thanks," Harry munched greedily on the treats. "So what did you want to talk
about?"

"Did Severus contact you? He sent me a rather opinionated letter about Sarah
Kelly."

"Opinionated? Remus let’s be honest. He is furious we took one of his best students. And
trust me, he did contact me." Harry rolled his eyes remembering the hour-long
conversation.

"Well, what do you think? Should we send her back? I have to admit he has a point. Sarah is
still young and she hasn’t shown any more potential since she’s started here."

Harry chuckled, "Remus, is Snape starting to wear you down?" His voice carried a hint
of humor.

"Never," Remus quickly replied. "But he does have good reason." He returned
back to a serious manner.

"Yes, he has a valid reason. And a part of me, even agrees with him." Harry sighed
reluctantly.

"Then do you think, its best that she returns to Hogwarts next year?" Remus looked
directly into those twirling green eyes.

"I don’t want her too though. My intuition tells me she’s meant to stay. I know she has it
in her Remus. I just know it." The older man smiled across the table.

"Then she stays, because I trust your instinct."

Harry gazed forward with gratefulness. "Thanks for the support."

"All the time son, all the time." Harry only nodded in reply. Through so many years of
turbulence, this man across from him, stood by his side. He was a mentor before the war, a friend
during, and a father afterwards. Though his heart would always carry his father and godfather, he
wouldn’t now what to do without Remus.

"Headmaster, Professor Lupin, I’m sorry to interrupt." A sweet shy voice pierced the
air. "But Nelly and Sally blew up the cauldrons again." She blushed after glancing at her
Headmaster.

"It’s all right Violet." Harry answered. "I’ll come with you."

"No Harry, I’ll go. I believe you have an appointment to keep." Remus stood pointed
towards the hanging clock.

"Oh, I almost forgot. They are going to curse me for being late."

"You mean she’s going too." Harry received a fatherly pat.

"I’ll tell her you said that." He quickly rushed towards the door. "See you later
Papas."

"Say hello for me son," Remus chuckled to himself. "Now Violet, what should I do
with the explosive twins?"

*(At the same time)*

Deeper in the city of London or Diagon Alley to be exact, stood an impatient bushy hair woman
with wise chocolate eyes. The street was busy as usual with tired wizards and exhausted witches.
She nibbled on her lips, wondering where her two best friends were. Slowly the crowded area, seem
to increase hotter and hotter. She took off her simple black robes, revealing a slim figure and a
comfortable blue dress suit. Unaware of the common male glances, she searched persistently for a
familiar face. Then like a blazing fire, she spotted her towering red hair friend.

"Ron, over here!" She shouted out, hoping he would see her. Soon they made eye
contact, and smiled at each other. Ron having his 6’5 frame easily weave through the crowd towards
his frantic friend.

"Hermione, how’s my little friend today?" He stared down, at her 5’5 height.

"I would be better, if you weren’t so annoying." She reached hitting his head.

"Hey, I could charge you for assault." Ron placed a protective arm around her
shoulder.

"Yes, you could. But who would believe a man like you could be hurt by little old me."
Hermione winked playfully.

"Mione, the entire wizard world would believe me." He glared at the men leering at his
best friend. " Come on, let’s get to the Leaky Cauldron. I’m crazing a firewhisky."

"How you could stand that is beyond my comprehension?" She smiled from his easy-going
manner.

"It evens out Mione. You have your books and I have my ale." Unable to hide her mirth,
they laugh carelessly while waiting for their late friend.

Soon the sun was slowly setting, and Harry knew he was late. After racing out of Remus’ room he
quickly showered and changed with pure speed. He was running so behind that he didn’t even correct
two of his older students. Of course he also understood why they would chose the North Tower, but
still he was the authority figure. Now with agile paces and repeated pardons, he hoped to reach his
friends before he became Hermione’s next experiment. Then like all people in a hurry, he literally
ran into someone from the opposite way. Being the man he was, quickly rushed up to apologies to his
victim.

"I’m sorry. I’m running…" He looked up to see an annoyed expression plastered on a
pale white face.

"Potter, what else would I expect from you? Trying to save another damsel in
distress." The man brushed his silky blonde hair away from his light gray eyes. "Or is it
just the Weasel and Ms. Walking library?"

"Malfoy, first off don’t call Ron and Hermoine that. And second what the hell are you doing
in this part of town?" Harry looked extremely peeved at his lack of response.

Sighing, Malfoy reached into his pocket to reveal a wrapped box. "She said that quote, ‘ I
do not understand that though my words are honest, it still hurts like a bird pecking my eyes out.’
Or at least that is the cleaner version."

Harry unable to control his chuckle, grin from ear to ear. "Well after 3 years, I would
think you would understand her by now."

"Shut up Potter, I don’t need your great comments." He placed the gift back into his
robe. "Do you think, she’ll accept it?" Draco Malfoy asked in a private unsure
manner.

"Don’t worry Malfoy, I didn’t hear from her or Hermione. So you’re probably still able to
fix this with that." Harry pointed at him.

"I hope so." He looked up sincerely. "Well I got to go solve damage control. I’ll
meet you next week. I need to go over those documents with you." He returned to his usual
arrogant tone.

"I look forward to it." Harry replied with mock enthusiasm.

"Whatever Potter, say hello to the side kick and bookworm." He left through the crowd,
receiving envious glance at his wealthy attire.

"Malfoy, some things never change." Harry muttered to himself, while quickly returning
to his goal ahead.

"Where is he? I swear, I’m getting him a new watch for his birthday." Hermione growled
sitting in the back table of the tavern.

"Calm down Mione," Ron smiled. "I’m sure he got stuck with some starry-eyed
teenager."

"Watch it Weasley, I know where you live." The missing voice threatened lightly.

"Real scared Harry! I’m sure you might need to watch your own back first." Ron stood
to hug his best friend.

"That mad," Harry whispered into Ron’s ear.

"Extremely," he answered with a gentle shove towards Hermione.

"Harry James Potter! When I said don’t be late, I would expect a grown man of 27, could
understand that concept." She said with a tight brisk voice inside the noisy bar. Yet her tone
could still quiet a herd of buffaloes if she wanted.

"I’m sorry Hermione. I got caught up in my discussion with Remus." Harry gently
pleaded. "Could the great Dr. Granger please forgive me? I promise I will not be this late
again." He moved in to kiss her on the cheek. "You look beautiful by the way."

Unable to stay mad at him, she gave a small smile and playfully nudged his shoulder. "Sweet
talking me, doesn’t mean I will not forget. But thank you, and you look great yourself."

"Why does he get a nudge, while I got a slap up side the head." Ron interrupted.

"Because Ron, Harry knows what to say to me." She grinned while drinking her
butterbeer.

"Women," Ron sneered, receiving a kick under the table.

*(An hour and 45mintues later)*

"So I told him to shove it and listen when he is being told orders." Ron huffed about
his new cadet.

"Ron, do you really have to be so crude?" Hermione tried calming the anxious emotional
man.

"I can’t help it Mione. He’s young, arrogant, and knows that he’s got potential." He
complained taking an another sip of his firewhisky.

"Well Ron, I agree with what you did." Harry answered with support. "But you are
liking your new promotion?" Trying to change the subject away from a disagreeing Hermione.

"It’s fantastic! I mean who would have thought I would be Director of Tactical
Operations." Ron said showing off his distinct dimples.

"Well I certainly thought you would." Hermione reentered the conversation. "After
Mad-Eye Moody retired, it was obvious you would get it. What other aurors are as skilled as
you?" She stated like it was common knowledge.

"I agree with Hermione. Who else would they pick? The job was meant for you." Harry
smiled seeing how happy his two friends were.

"Thanks," Ron blushed from the complements. "So Harry, how’s the school of
Specially Gifted Buggers?"

"Real funny," Harry couldn’t help but laugh. "It’s great. We’re thinking of
adding another intensive class of how to enhance your mental control over invading
thoughts."

"How’s Remus?" Hermione interrupted. "I haven’t seen him since
Christmas."

"He’s great. Just got the new grant for expanding his hypothesis on lunar energy waves and
its connection with werewolves physical ability."

"That is marvelous! I will definitely send him a note of congratulations." Hermione
gazed towards her wristwatch. "Oh, I have to go! I promised David I would go over to his place
tonight. I have been so busy at the Center, that he feels neglected." She stood collecting her
things.

"Heaven forbid he not consider your schedule." Ron muttered underneath his breath.

"What was that Ron?" She asked wondering.

"Nothing Mione," He smiled innocently. "Good night, I’ll owl you those scrolls
tomorrow."

"Good night Hermione. Say hello for me." Harry forced a smile.

"Bye guys, see you later." She soon disappeared through the crowd.

"How can she stand that bloody bloke?" Ron said vexed at his friend.

"Ron," Harry tried reassuring Ron and himself. "She’s in love. We should be happy
that she’s found someone after that whole incident with Cane Shannon."

"Yeah, found someone totally wrong for her. Its bad enough that my sister his dating the
ferret but now my best friend is dating a slime ball."

"I know Ron. I know. But unlike you, some of us have problems finding great partners."
Ron immediately flushed at the comment.

"She is great, isn’t she?" Ron smiled from a distant happy memory.

"When is the future Mrs. Weasley coming home?"

"Well she said after the trip to Congo with her dad, she wanted to visit her cousins in
Sweden. So give or take another two weeks." Ron’s forehead wrinkled in thought. "Who
would have thought Luna ‘Loony’ Lovegood would be my fiancee?"

"The day you said, Harry I think I’m in love." They both laughed remembering their
younger selves. Slowly their smiles tightened, while coursing by the harder times.

Ron took another sip, while barely whispering his words. "It’s still hard not to think
about it. All these years and I can still smell that awful year." He blinked allowing a moment
of silence. "Did you ever think we would be sitting here now, discussion about our normal day
lives?"

"The thought never crossed my mind." Harry looked up from his cramped hands. "But
I thank whoever above, for everything I have now." He stared across into a reflection of
understanding.

"Me too Mate," Ron lifted his glass, "Me too."



2. Chapter 1
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Disclaimer: These characters are not mine.

Unexpected

Chapter 1

It was a hot afternoon, like summer days should be. Outside the crooked Burrow were laughing
faces enjoying the usual Sunday brunch. At the head of table sat Bill affectingly listening to his
mother’s lecture about his long red hair. Hiding bemused smiles, his wife Fleur and brother
Charlie, watched humorously at the endless topic.

With the growing Weasley grandchildren, were the mischievous Twins sharing their latest stories
and inventions. Chuckles escaped with small voices, creating wide smiles across the identical
faces. Shaking their heads at their silly husbands, Angelina and Penelope returned to their
conversation with Ginny and Luna about the newest robes style.

Completely ignoring their foods, Hermione and Remus debated over the philosophical view points
of house elves, which made Molly strictly shove more potatoes onto their plates. Across the in
depth topic, the name calling, brief swearing, and arguing Quidditch teams abilities were the odd
couple Ron and Draco.

All in all it was a rather normal day for any magical family. But for Harry Potter it was
heaven. Taking his pumpkin juice, he contently leaned back, watching these people he called family
interact. **POP**

“Mommy!” Andrew and Nancy called out towards their mother. Giving a brief hug and glance at her
2 year old, she exhaustedly sat besides her husband. Kissing her cheek, Charlie poured a glass of
refreshing water.

“How was work?” He helped her out of medical robes.

“Long,” Molly Weasley came rushing back with table set in hand. Placing the plate down, she
kissed her daughter in law’s hair.

“Samantha, I really think you should slow down. It isn’t healthy for you to work like this.”
Molly’s face wrinkled in worry.

“Mom, let her be.” Bill interrupted pulling his mother down to sit. “Her patients mean too much
to her. Besides Sammy only works 4 days at St. Mungo’s” Sammy nodded at Bill’s statement.

“I still worry.” Molly continued unaffected.

“I’ll try to slow down mom.” Sammy quickly promised, receiving wide smiles with the older
Weasleys.

After the table was cleared and a fun Quidditch game, the party moved inside gathering around
the fireplace. Children sat playing cards, while the couches were crammed with adults discussing
anything.

Nudging her husband, Penelope glanced at George to the front of the crowd. Placing his drink
down, he stood before the mantle, ready to speak. “I have an announcement to make.” George’s
serious tone, hushed the family down. Pulling his wife up with him, he wrapped his arm protectively
across her stomach. “Penny and I are please to say…we’re having a baby!”

Once the shock left everyone’s mind, Molly squealed with delight. Excited by the news she hugged
the couple feverously. Gently yanking her away, one by one the couple was embraced with
congratulations from the large family.

“You Weasleys could make a Qudditich team soon.” Draco muttered to Ginny. Smirking with pride,
she replied loudly.

“I was hoping league and fan club.” Hearing the comment, roars of laughter followed. Sighing in
defeat, Draco rolled his eyes upward.

“I’m surrounded by Gryffindors.”

“I’m a Ravenclaw.” Penelope stated.

“I didn’t go to Hogwarts.” Fleur added carelessly.

“You’re all Weasleys. It doesn’t count.”

“Oh Malfoy, should I floo Zabini over to make you feel better.” Hermione teased mentioning her
co-worker.

“Or Snape,” Harry smiled receiving the shivering actions around the younger Weasleys.

“No!” Ron shouted at the same time as Draco. Bewildered by the agreement, Ron finished speaking.
“No need for our ex-professor to be in our house.”

“But he will be at our wedding.” Luna stated obviously.

“Only because he’s Hogwarts Headmaster. Anyway why are we talking about him? Penny’s having a
baby. This calls for ale!”

“Is everything celebrated with ale?” Hermione asked clearly knowing the answer.

“Of course,” he smirked, winking at his best friend.

“Merlin,” she threw her hands up in the air. Patting her back, Harry guided her to the couch,
while the family passed glass filled cups around.

Stumbling into his flat, Ron only knew one thing. He was extremely happy or maybe just drunk.
Either way life couldn’t be better. With an unyielding grin, he gazed goofy at his best friend’s
face.

Struggling with the weight of his tall friend, Harry couldn’t help but smile at Ron’s
helplessness. His eyes blurred from alcohol and straight lines were incomprehensible for the red
head. Grunting with hidden strengthen, Harry tossed him, onto his soft orange bed. Quickly Luna
appeared with a bucket and washcloth, while Hermione mumbled to herself about her friend’s state of
mind.

“Thank you,” Luna smiled tucking Ron beneath his sheets. “Would you like some tea?”

“I’ll make it.” Hermione offered, remembering their last incident waiting for tea. Harry kindly
moved the bucket as Luna moved on to the bed.

“He’s usually not this bad.” Harry grinned as Ron murmured incoherently.

“I think this is Fred’s doing.” Luna answered. “He mentioned some sort of revenge, while pouring
into George’s cup.”

“Oh yeah,” flashbacks of last Friday’s scene occurred. “We were having a boys night out and Ron
got Fred to eat his own treats. I’ll just say that Fred was under Ron’s control most of the
night.”

“I see,’ she kissed her future husband’s nose.

“Luna?” Ron slurred out. “Sweetie is that you.” Hearing the endearing term, Harry took his cue
to leave.

“I’ll go help Hermione.” Closing the door behind him, Harry couldn’t be happier for his friend.
*It must be wonderful to be in love.*

Watching green eyes disappear, Ron brushed his fingers through Luna’s long golden hair. “I tink
I’m druk.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Sowwy Sweetie,” he grabbed her hand, pulling it to his lips.

“It’s all right Ronald.”

“I’m jest havvy.” He answered with an endless smile. “Vill’s got a grat job. Mom’s havvy with
Fleur and their kids. Charlie’s vack now to stay. Sammy’s working and tacing kare of her twins and
her toddler. The twins are vloody vrilliant making galleons. And Penny’s pregnant!” He paused in
sadness. “But I know Fred’s jealous of George, since Angelina can’t habe kids. It’s okay though
vecause they vant to adopt. Hell Luna, I’m havvy Gin’s got the ferret. He’s rich and doesn’t care
if she famous with her writing. I don’t vant her worrying that men vant her money not her love. I
wouldn’t know vhat to do if she was hurt. Only Mione and Harry are left without someone.”

“These things need their own time love.” Luna pressed his back onto the bed. Taking her down
with him, she laid her head over his chest.

“I jest wovvy about them. I’m so lucky to have you. They should be as lucky as me.”

“They’ll find it soon. And when everyone in you’re life is loved, you’re heart will burst with
joy.” Looking into her crystal eyes, all thoughts were washed away but a single knowledge.

“I love you.” Ron caressed her chin.

“And I you,” they sealed their love with a kiss.

“Do you think she’ll come back out?” Hermione asked peering from the kitchen stool.

“Probably not,” Harry finished his tea. “I’m beat. Ready to go home?”

“Yeah, I have a meeting first thing in the morning.” With a quick wave of his hand, Harry
cleaned the kitchen instantly.

“Come on Dr. Granger, the world needs its best brain tomorrow.”

“So do your kids, Professor.” Winking playfully at each, they apparated into Hermoine’s modern
but cozy flat. Tossing aside his black robe, Harry flopped onto her beige couch. Shuffling was
heard in the back hall, revealing Hermione holding a bundle of blankets. Taking the fleece sheets,
Harry gestured her to sit beside him. Automatically resting her head on his shoulder, they settled
into comfortable silence.

**POP**

Hearing the sudden noise, Harry woke realizing he fell asleep on Hermione’s couch again. Feeling
the weight of his bushy hair friend, he slowly wrapped the fallen blanket onto her shoulder.

“How cute? Should I leave so you could sleep longer with my girlfriend?” The sarcastic voice of
David Ring bellowed through the living room. Gritting his teeth, Harry stood facing Hermione’s
boyfriend.

“Nothing happened David. We just got back from the Burrow an hour ago. We were both tired so we
fell asleep on the couch.” He tried his best to stay calm.

“Really? If you were so tired, why didn’t you go home? This is Hermione’s place last time I
checked.” David threw his bag roughly onto the wooden floor. Jolting up from the noise, Hermione
opened her eyes to see her boyfriend screaming.

“David what are you doing here?” She rubbed her eyes, still dazed from sleep.

“I finished earlier in Prague wanting to surprise you. Funny how I found you cuddled with your
supposed best friend.”

“Now listen here David,” Harry clenched his fist in anger. “Hermione and I have nothing to hide
from you. This is an innocent mistake. You’re the one blowing this out of proportion!”

“Innocent mistake!” He closed the distant with Harry, staring straight into his eyes. “Look
Potter, you may be the world’s hero but that doesn’t mean you can take another man’s woman.
Hermione’s my girlfriend, so deal with it.”

“David!” Hermione shouted with embarrassment. “We did nothing wrong. I want you to apologies to
Harry.” Glaring at her request, David reached for his luggage.

“I think Harry’s the one who needs to apologies. I’m sick of this Hermione. I’m sick of him
always being here when I’m your boyfriend.” He pointed his finger at the blazing green eyes. “Grow
up Potter! She’s my girlfriend. Nothing like this is innocent anymore. Owl me when you want to
talk.” David directed towards Hermione, before apparating out of her flat.

Unable to hide her emotions, Hermione slumped onto the floor crying heavily. Guilt ridden at his
own temper towards her boyfriend, Harry gathered her into his arms. Rocking back and forth, he
whispered comforting words into her ear. Minutes passed before she regained her sense of
surrounding and pulled away from the warm touch.

“Thanks Harry,” she timidly smiled. “I’m sorry about David. He’s just sensitive about these
things. He was rather spoiled as a child. Always first on everyone’s list. He’s getting better
though.”

“Hermione, you don’t need to apologies for him. He’s right, there are some things I think we
should be more aware of.” Harry helped her stand firmly, while moving a few steps back. “But the
way he treats you is absolutely uncalled for. You’re not an object. You’re a human being with
emotions. He shouldn’t make you out to be a possession.”

“I know.” Hermione mumbled softly. “It’s late and I have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I need to go before Remus freaks.” Harry reached for his robe, gazing gently into
Hermione’s eyes. “Goodnight, and if you need anything, I’ll always here.”

“I know you are.” She leaned over, giving him a brief kiss. “Say hello to all the children and
staff. I’ll owl you later this week.”

“So as the man fell to his death, the world rejoiced in glee. For evil was gone in its dark pit,
and joy could fully live again.” Looking up from the storybook, Harry grinned at the slumbering
children. Quietly leaving the room, he weaved through the maze of beds. Once closing the door, he
turned to smacking into a sneering figure.

“Never pictured you a fairy tale reader, Potter,” Severus Snape grabbed the material out of the
younger man’s hand. “ I take it the juveniles are in bed.” His brooding eyes commanded that be the
answer.

“Yes they are.” Harry tugged his book out of pale hands, briskly walking the opposite direction.
“Follow me, before you found some way to wake them.” Silence fell between them, as they traveled
through the quiet castle. Since it was summer, the halls of Outreach School for all magically
gifted beings, was empty of students. Those who had no family or no home to go to stayed on the
invisible island along the British shore.

After the battle and Harry’s auror training, he felt he had no real purpose. True evil was gone;
with left him lost of what to do. Ron was envied for his amazing strategies, while Hermione was
respected around the whole magical community. Of course everyone still loved him, but he felt
useless.

Then one day visiting Hogwarts, he stumbled upon children mocking a young Scottish boy. Angry at
the display of teasing, he yelled at each student there, even if they didn’t say anything. Later
while having tea with Snape, Harry found out that the little boy had the ability to empathize with
animals. His classmates picked on him because he would talk with owls, cats, and everything on
Hogwarts ground. He was an outcast because of this gift or curse.

Understanding the loneness and unfairness of people, Harry opened the school for all students.
For the past seven years, he accepted anyone who had the ability to do magic. Even if they were
young or orphans, he took them in. He created a place for those who needed a place to learn and
grow.

Finally reaching the giant portrait of the English Channel, Harry mumbled the password. Hearing
the word, the waters parted, revealing a detailed wooden door. Opening the door, the room flickered
with light from the burning fireplace. The walls were surrounded with tapestries and banners. Soft
velvet chairs were neatly placed on top of woven carpets. Waving his hand, Harry handed his old
professor a cup of tea. Taking the set, Severus sat on the cushy emerald chair.

“This isn’t your usual office. Should I be honored with this privilege?” Severus asked clearly
unimpressed.

“These walls are sound proof and accommodate to my every needs.”

“So you copied our Room of Requirements.”

“Basically,” Harry shrugged uncaringly. “If it’s about that letter, then the answer is still
no.” His voice turned hard and cold.

“Why not? You open you’re school for werewolves, veelas, and even vampires. Orphans roamed the
halls, while magic is taught diligently. You take outcasts of society, yet you will not take
him.”

“I don’t take spawns of vile creatures.” Harry spat with furry. Sighing with resign, Severus
stared into the orange flames.

“Ablus would say all people deserve a chance.” His usual sneer was gone, with plea. “Harry, the
boy hasn’t done anything. Give him a chance to learn and return honor to his name. Let the past be
done.”
“Then you take him! I want nothing to do with him.” Harry threw his cup, soaring in the air. Soon
glass shattered against the once clean wall. “His father was a traitor. His mother did more damage
than Voldemort. My hate has not passed. Letting the boy into my school, is signing his own death
warrant. Just looking at him, would evoke memories I have desired to erase. I can’t do it Severus.
It still hurts to much.” His knees crashed to the floor, creating invisible waves trembling beneath
them. The tension was thick and Severus geared his mind thinking of what to say. Ironic how the boy
who lived had yet to truly live in life.

“I knew this boy once, who grew up following his father’s path. He did not chose it or enjoy it.
But like all things he did, it was forced onto him. Then the unexpected hands of the fate saved him
from it all. The unlikely savior gave him a chance to fight for what he wanted to do. He gave him a
chance to live his own life. And so they fought side by side, defeating not only evil but the past
that wouldn’t let go.” Severus placed his long fingers into Harry’s tousled hair. “You gave Draco
an opportunity when he did much worst things to you. Why not his kin? The boy’s innocent to it all
Harry. He has no one to choose his fate. Give the boy a chance to make a life for himself.”

A.N.

This is my own take of what happens to the lovely Harry Potter characters in ten years. I know
there are hundreds of others story like this, but I thought I add one more to the list. My story is
in no way as good as Lori’s POU or Lissane’s LIAB, but if you read this, than maybe you might like
it as well. I would love to hear feedback of any kind, as long as it’s honest. Thanks for reading
and hope you stay tune for the next chapter. J



3. Chapter 2
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Disclaimer: Not mine, only in my dreams.

Unexpected

Chapter 2

“I want a full report on my desk next week. Audrey, the tables demanding progress. Could you
speed up the Riverbend project? Tom, lab found extra dragon claw in your potion. Readjust it by
Wednesday. Blaise, your new intern backed out. You will have to wait another 2 weeks. Ellie, the
green house is screaming for nutrients. Owl Neville Longbottom with this list.” Glancing away from
her parchment, Hermione gazed across the large meeting room. “The rest of you continue your work,
and I’ll have more comments next week. Until then, have fun and come found me if you need
anything.” Smiling at the crowd, each member returned the gesture in respect before leaving their
boss.

Though the Center was managed by a group of investors or the table they were nicknamed, Hermione
had been appointed Chief Executive four years ago. All workers went to her if a crisis or project
occurred. Her authority became so efficient that everyone started calling her boss. Soon even the
investors adopted the name, because of her skill that triple the company’s profit.

Quickly walking into her office, she missed the midnight raven perched on her windowsill.
Bringing her boss a strong brew of coffee, Betty jumped at the sight of the creature. Cup crashing
and coffee spilling, both the raven and Hermione looked at her surprised.

“Betty are you alright?” Hermione kneeled helping the young girl.

“I’m fine. Sorry,” She blushed making her nose red. “I was just shocked to see that.” She
pointed at the still bird. Recognizing the animal, Hermione took the letter clenched in its claw.
After reading the news, she turned towards her nervous sectary.

“I’ll be gone this afternoon during lunch. If anyone needs me, tell them to leave a
message.”

“Yes boss,” Betty finished cleaning the mess. “I’ll get you another coffee.” She turned to
leave, hoping not to show her embarrassment.

“Betty,” Hermione called out as the blonde reached the door. “We all make mistakes when we start
a new job. But don’t worry; it gets easier as you become familiar with your surrounding. And being
independent becomes the best feeling in the world.”

Shyly smiling at her boss, Betty went to wash her hands in the company lavatory. As the warm
water hit, she remembered her mother’s concern. Working for the Hermione Granger will be
challenging Betty, she said. Would leaving straight out of Hogwarts and barely any experience be
smart? Glancing at her desk neatly placed before Hermione’s office she grinned widely. “I’ll just
have to owl her tonight. It was my smartest decision.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your sweet company today?” Hermione asked the scowling man
across from her. Taking her butterbeer from the Tom, she innocently smirked at him.

“I could hex you for your cheek.” Severus glared at her cheery disposition.

“You could, but than you still owe me a debt and Harry would seek revenge.”

“Bloody wizard debt,” he muttered to himself. Sweeping her hair, into a ponytail, Hermione spoke
lightly.

“You really should get a normal owl. My sectary almost had a heartache from it.”

“Nightly is a very obedient bird. Besides why should I do normal?”

“Heaven forbid, Severus Snape be normal!” She raised her hands up with a gasp.

“You’re humor is still that of a Gryffindor. I’m disappointed. I would think you would have
learned well from me.” His voice carried a hint of teasing.

“Oh dear Professor, forgive me. Wait, I’m not your student anymore. Guess I can keep the house
points.” The stared intently at each other before laughing casually at the normal interaction
between them.

Slipping his hand into his robe, Severus pulled out a crumbled letter. Sliding it towards her,
Hermione read the letter thinking it was another potion list. Silently he waited for her reaction
when he saw her eyes budge at the news.

“Why did you show me this?” Her voice was tight with emotion.

“I would think one of your brain capacity would understand?” He tapped his fingers along the
table.

“Severus, just tell me why.” Hermione answered the dark man. Carefully leaning forward, he
explained in a whisper.

“The broad of governors will not allow him admission into Hogwarts. While Durmstrag said they
would take him, the Ministry does not want him to leave the country.”

“Then that means,” Hermione interrupted, realizing the only choice left. “Oh Harry.”
“Yes,” Severus stated. “Hermione he said no. If I could take the child I would. But it is out of my
hands. Harry is the only one who can give the boy a chance.” He paused giving her another letter.
“Convince Harry to say yes. You’re the only one he will listen too.”

“Severus, you know Harry hated his parents.” She bite her lower lip in thought. “Actually he
still does and I don’t blame him. Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestrange deserve nothing close to
mercy. But…I do pity the boy. He’s been trapped in a cage his whole life because of what his
parents did.”

“So will you help him?” Looking at his sincere expression, Hermione sighed with doubt.

“I’ll try my best, but it all depends on Harry.”

“Its all I ask Hermione. Thank you, Timothy will forever be in your debt.”

“May I ask, why do you care so much for him?” Her curiosity grew as he sat silently. Glazing
with a far away look, he answered softly.

“He reminds me of someone.” Severus finished his drink, before waving Tom for the bill.

“That’s all your going to say. Rather vague of you.” Hermione said, frustrated at the
answer.

“My heart cares so much,” he mocked pain heartache. “Till morrow, for I have much to do.”

“Leave me then, for I care not.” Hermione returned the tone of voice.

“Better, but still lacked conviction.” Severus gave a small smile, before leaving the crowded
Leaky Cauldron. Waving goodbye to Tom, she passed through the streets of Diagon Alley in a blur.
Hermione for the first time in her life had no idea how to approach the problem.

The house was noisy, filled of laughter and music. In the transformed ballroom were couples
swaying to the rhythmic beat. Smack in the center stood a dark haired man, surround by a sea of
women. Confidently he moved around them, sending their hearts pumping faster at his charm.

At the side his childhood friends chuckled from his obvious display of smugness. Always up to
challenge his friend, the unruly haired man, grabbed his wife’s hand, twirling her onto the dance
floor.

Soon a towering cake appeared, with layers of candles piled on. Happily smiling at the object
the attractive man pulled his closest friends into a picture. Once the cake was cut, champagne
followed with a heartfelt speech from the usually quiet shaggy blonde hair man.

As the night worn on, the earlier couple stood back watching the chaotic scene before them.
Silently the blonde and dark haired men joined the couple in the far corner of the room.

Smiling with her green eyes, she whispered softly towards the other men, while her husband stood
back grinning. Finally registering the news she shared, both men stared shocked at their best
friend. Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he felt his glasses slip from the impact of two men
hugging him. Breaking away, they returned the gesture towards the glowing wife. Gently they rubbed
her stomach, murmuring soft words towards the future baby boy.

**Knock Knock**

Opening the heavy door, Remus stepped in with concern clearly written on his face. Taking the
opposite seat across Harry, he noticed the pensive tightly held in his hands.

“Harry, its late. You should be in bed.” He placed his hands, over the still figure. Not
answering, Remus leaned closer towards Harry face. “What’s wrong son?”

“What did you think life would be like after this?” Harry presented the pensive. Grabbing the
silver bowl, Remus watched as the familiar images passed by. Sighing at his naive younger self, he
gently placed the memory down.

“I thought we would defeat Voldemort and live happily ever after. James and Lily planned on
having more kids. Sirius mentioned once he wanted to settle down or maybe just found a decent
girlfriend. I wanted to write.” Harry glanced up, surprised at the unknown knowledge. “I had some
great ideas. Lily said I should write an autobiography loosely based on my life in Hogwarts.”

“What did he think?” Harry’s voice quaked with strain.

“Harry,”

“What did he want Remus?” He asked more demanding. Pinching his nose bridge, Remus closed his
eyes in memory.

“He said he wanted to do something big. He wanted people to forever know his name and be proud
of him.” Shaking his head in regret, Remus softly spoke, “I should have known. We all saw it, but
we were all so blind. Or maybe we just thought it was impossible for him to do something to well
planned.”

Standing from his chair, Harry walked to his window looking into the great open sea. The
crescent moon was high above the sky, shining moonbeams onto the waters. Only the gleaming fins of
meripeople were seen perched on the beach rock shores. Taking his scotch filled cup, Harry gulped
the rest in one take. Worried at Harry’s quiet reaction, Remus stood beside the younger man.
Letting the silence over take them, they both stood watching the sea move up and down.

“How do we pass it Remus?”

“Pass what Harry?”

“The guilt of living.” His green eyes blurred moving to meet misty blue ones. “I have grown to
accept all the dead, who left fighting by my side. I’m slowly letting the affects of the living
scars heal. But how do I pass the simple guilt of being here when they’re not? Are we forever
plagued with the lost? Does it never leave?”

Placing his hands on Harry’s shoulder, Remus gave a bittersweet smile. “Their memories will
forever be by our sides. We are creatures of emotions. We cannot forget. Yet it will ease because
of their love. Don’t let their love be sacrificed for nothing Harry. Remember this simple fact…they
loved you. Never lose sight of life, instead embrace it knowing it was battled with love.”

Meekly smiling at the older man, Harry reached out hugging Remus tightly. Gently patting his
back, Remus sighed not knowing how else to sooth the surviving hero’s worries.

“Marco!” A skinny nine year old screamed.

“Polo!” The group of children shouted back. Giggling among themselves, they ran around the open
court, waiting for the blinding charm placed on the girl to find them.

“Marco!” She called out, hearing footsteps on the pavement. Reaching out, she happily grabbed
the new victim. “You’re it!” Her eyes blinked at the sudden light. Gazing up, she saw an elegant
woman smiling down at her. Not knowing who she was, the little girl, landed hard on her bottom.

“Oh, are you alright?” The pretty lady kneeled down, helping her to stand. Once hearing the yelp
of pain, all the children’s attention landed on the familiar face.

“Hermione!”

“Dr. Granger!”

“Mione!” Chorus of shouts echoed through the air, as the kids smiled excitedly.

“I’m fine,” the confused girl answered.

“You must be new here.” Hermione stood up, towering over the children ranging from 7-12. “I’m
Hermione Granger. What’s you’re name?”

“Emma Breteon, mam.” She curtsied

“Please, call me Hermione, or Dr. Granger.”

“Or Mione,” the children chuckled at the nickname which Mr. Weasley or Ron told them to call
her. Shaking her head with a smile, Hermione couldn’t help but laugh with them.

“Well I must be off to found your Headmaster. See you later!” She waved, entering into the
castle.

“She’s sweet.” Emma finally said, as everyone settled on the grass ground.

“Oh, I think she’s beautiful.” The older girls exclaimed wishing they were as sophisticated as
Hermione Granger. The older boys agreed but only shrugged at the idea.

“Yep,” Anna the youngest girl replied. “They’re perfect for each other.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Hermione and Harry. They’re perfect for each other.” She stated in a matter of fact tone.

“They’re just friends silly. Everyone knows that.” Her older sister replied.

“So it doesn’t mean they’re not perfect for each other. They’re soul mates.” Her statement made
everyone wonder. Pushing the boy next to her, Anna screamed. “You’re it!” Soon the children resumed
their game of Marco Polo. Yet little Emma couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Hermione Granger
and Harry Potter together. They are perfect for each other. Nodding to herself at the fact, she
followed John’s lead and ran around the courtyard.

Grinning at the antics from the younger children, Hermione casually walked through Outreach.
Rarely she saw anyone, but those she met were the older students either studying or working on some
sort of project. If she were ten years younger, she definitely would have love this school. Of
course Hogwarts would always have a place in her heart, but Outreach did have something
special.

Nearing the destination, Hermione could see Harry’s unkempt hair through the small crack in the
door. Confidently knocking, she was greeted with a welcoming voice.

“Come in,” it was slightly muffled. Looking up from his desk, Harry grinned upon seeing her
face. “Hermione, I was expecting an owl, not the real thing.”

“Well, you know me. I always go over the top.” She paused seeing his pile of paper work. “Am I
interrupting something?”

“Not really, just have a list of names the Ministry and Confederation sent me. I still have this
pile sent from my searchers.” He pointed at the messy stack beside the desk. “I think I need to
hire more staff. This school seems to get bigger and bigger.”

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.” She teased fully knowing how much Harry loves this
school.

“Sometimes it can be.” His tone was so serious Hermione almost believed him. But those sparkling
green eyes gave it away with mischief.

“You will never grow up Harry Potter.”

“I certainly hope not.” He smiled, making his face ever more attractive. “So what’s up?”

“Does there have to be for me to be here?” Hermione retorted, not fully ready to tactical her
main objective.

“No,” he hesitated, not sure if he should mention last Sunday’s events. “But last time I saw
you, it was rather emotional. I thought maybe you wanted to talk about it.” Perplexed at what the
whole topic of Timothy, Hermione had absolutely forgotten about David. “From the look on your face,
I take it you haven’t been thinking about that.”

Smiling at how well Harry knew her, she answered frankly. “To be honest, I have not thought
about him since Sunday. I’ve spent this whole week so involved with work, it was the last thing on
my mind.”

“Okay. Well are you going to talk to him? I mean, its not good to fester as you always tell
me.”

“Yes I know.” She tiredly sat on top of the empty desk. “I think I’m going to break up with him.
It’s becoming too much for me. Between the Center and his needs, it’s ripping me apart.” Hermione
rested her head, against the palm of her hand. Noticing the sign of a headache, Harry moved to
gently hold her.

When hearing her conclusion, Harry couldn’t help but feel happy at the news. Frankly Hermione
was too amazing to be dating men like that. In honesty, all the men she dated were nothing
deserving of her presences. Yet somehow they luck out, with a chance with her. Sadly while others
stood quietly on the sideline.

“You agree don’t you?” She asked as Harry ran his fingers through her hair.

“Yes,” he said quickly. “But only because that’s what you want. You deserve someone you will
support and understand you. If David can’t handle the idea of his girlfriend being smart and
independent, then he shouldn’t bother. You’re the greatest mind to grace England. You shouldn’t
have to deal with petty problems of a man who doesn’t appreciate an amazing woman before him.”

“Oh Harry, what would I do without you?” Hermione looked deep into his piercing eyes.

“Be extremely boring,” he yelped at the impact of her fist against his stomach.

“Run Potter!” Taking the advice, the Great Harry Potter zoomed through the halls, screaming for
help.

“Ah! Help me! I’m being attacked by Granger!” Loud noises filled the corridors, as staff and
students remained unflinching.

“I didn’t know Dr. Granger was coming today.” Mark asked still reading his textbook.

“Probably had some thing important to say.” Professor Lupin continued tutoring several students,
but hid a small smile of joy.

A.N.

Thank you for all the comments! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. This is mainly a H/HR story,
but I will be having other couples in here as well. Please review and stay tune for the next
chapter!



