Hey everyone! I know it's been a while, but I'm back and ready to begin on a new story. I'm sorry to say that my muse has left me as far as my Buffy stories are concerned, and they are indefinitely postponed. No more will be started, and I doubt that those I have started will be finished. With the show going off the air, and the Buffy/Angel relationshipper population down, I don'' have the inspiration, or see the point. So, here is my brand new story.

Rating: PG-13 to R, depending on where you're reading

Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I profiting from Harry Potter or any of the characters that JK Rowling has created. All characters, and/or spells found within this story that are not found in the novels, are from my imagination and do belong to me.

Summary: Seven years after graduating from Hogwarts, a wedding brings the trio together. Or three. But sometimes things aren't what they seem. At least, not when Albus Dumbledore interferes with the plans.

Hermione Granger looked at the wedding invitation in her hand and wiped a lone tear from her cheek. Her roommate, Braden stood behind her, twirling his wand between his fingers. Hermione looked up at him. He chuckled and sat down at the table beside her. "Herms, just go. It'll be fun. He's getting married; it isn't the end of the world. You still have two weeks to tell him everything.

"I don't know if I can Braden. We haven't spoken in seven years."

"Did you ever tell me what happened there? Cause if you did, I've forgotten."

"Sit down. I'll tell you. It all started on graduation day…"

*** Hermione dressed carefully for her graduation from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. She was wearing a black dress that fell to just below her knees, and high-heeled shoes. Her hair was straightened and pinned up in an elegant French twist. Lavender and Parvati, her dorm mates, were also getting ready. Hermione finished first and walked downstairs into the Gryffindor common room where Harry and Ron were waiting for her. They were both wearing black suits, their robes draped over their arms.

"Finally." Harry teased affectionately, "We were beginning to wonder in you were ever going to come down."

"Here I am. Are we ready to go?"

"I believe so." Ron answered, offering Hermione his arm. She linked one arm with Ron and the other with Harry. Together the three left the common room and headed out to the Quidditch field where graduation was to be held. Hermione, the Head Girl, and Harry, the Head Boy, had their own seats at the front of the field, and Ron was one row back. But, sitting down in their seats had to wait. First, they had to walk in.

"Is everyone here?" Professor McGonagall asked briskly, hurrying between the groups of students. Finding that everyone was present and accounted for, McGonagall lined them up, and cued Professor Dumbledore for the music. With a nod to Harry, who went first, they were off, slowly walking down the field toward their seats. Harry and Hermione reached theirs first, and moments after that, they were instructed to be seated.

"Good afternoon everyone. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am Headmaster of this wonderful school. Today we are here to celebrate the graduation of these wonderful, bright students. Some of the times have been rocky, there have been some hard places throughout the seven years these children have been at this school, but they all rose to meet every challenge, and are all graduating to move on to bigger and better things. So, from the bottom of my very old heart, I would like to congratulate every seventh year sitting on this field. This is the final day of your schooling. We here at Hogwarts have been blessed to have such a wonderful group to teach. And now, without further ado, I present to you, our Head Boy, Harry James Potter."

Nervously, Harry stood, approached the podium, shook Dumbledore's hand, and arranged his note cards, which Hermione had penned for him. "Good afternoon everyone. My name is Harry Potter, and I was somehow chosen to be Head Boy this year. So, I'll start off by thanking everyone for that privilege. As Professor Dumbledore said, there have been some hard times. Well, that's quite an understatement. These past seven years have been the hardest of my entire life, and I imagine they will continue to be the hardest. But, they were also the best. When we all came here as frightened eleven-year-olds, some of us knew what to expect, others, like me, didn't have a clue. On our first night we encountered talking portraits, and a very musical hat. It set the pace for the year. Strange, new, and exciting things kept happening, and we continued to be amazed. I honestly don't think we ever had a boring moment. We had classes, made friends, made enemies, had adventures, and survived some pretty intimidating situations. But all that's over now. Tomorrow we'll board the bus for home, and we may not see each other ever again. Or at least not until our tenth reunion. But we'll always carry our friends in our hearts, and the knowledge we gained here in our heads, and that's what Hogwarts is. Friends and knowledge. Two things that never leave us. Just like Hogwarts never leaves us. It's a part of us, much like we're a part of each other. And now, the young woman who has become one of my two best friends, I give you Hermione Lynn Granger, Head Girl."

Hermione nervously walked up to the stage, pausing to shake both Harry's and Dumbledore's hand. She had her note cards out in a timely fashion and began shortly. "Good afternoon parents, students, family, and staff. My name is Hermione Granger, and I have had the distinct honor of serving as your Head girl for this year. It has been an experience I am not likely to forget anytime soon. Those of you who know me, know that I normally have four copies of everything, and have things planned months in advance. But this time, I am completely unprepared," Hermione stopped as everyone gasped, "But fear not. I still have some things to say. Professor Dumbledore was right in saying that we've had rough times, and Harry was also right in saying that his words were a blatant understatement. And, I believe I am right in saying that we will have more hard times in the future. But Hogwarts has prepared us for those hard times. Has given us the courage, intelligence and diligence to handle any situation, and has left us determined to do so. That's what school is about. Preparation for the real world and the hard times ahead of us. Our wonderful teachers have done a stupendous job of preparing us, and it is with absolute certainty that I stand up here and tell all of you that we are ready to face the adult world as mature, responsible witches and wizards. Sure, some of us got into more than our share of trouble, and some of us managed to spend three days a week in detention all of last year, but we've managed to do much more than that. We've managed to make wonderful new friends, to go on adventures most people only dream of, and some of us, the lucky ones, have even managed to fall in love. And that my friends, my teachers, and the parents and family here today, is what school is about. Not so much preparation for the real world, as making the friends, having the experiences, and finding the love we each need to survive in the real world. No matter how prepared we are, those three things are key to our success. Success I know each and every one of us will have. Thank you very much."

Hermione gathered her things and returned to her seat, where Harry kissed her head, and slipped an arm around her shoulders. Hermione's eyes closed with the pain of being so close to him, and never being able to tell him how she felt about him. Harry looked at her strangely, but said nothing. He was wrapped up in the scent of her citrusy perfume and her slim form so close to his on the bench they shared.

Graduation went smoothly and quickly, ending in only a little over an hour. Harry, Hermione and Ron all went back to their common room to deposit their things before heading to the Three Broomsticks for a celebration party. Hermione changed into a red tango dress, and strappy sandals. Lavender and Parvati wore slightly more showy dresses. Hermione met Harry and Ron at the door, and they left the common room for the next to last time ever. It was a sad and joyous occasion.

Three hours later, at midnight, Ron was drunk, and Harry and Hermione were past drunk. They were leaning on each other to get back to their common room, and moving through the hall at a very slow pace. Someone had spiked the punch they had kept drinking between butterbeers, so they had drank twice as much as they had meant to and were therefore drunker than any of them had intended on ever being. As they entered the common room, Ron headed for his dormitory, while Harry and Hermione attempted to climb the stairs to the Head Boy and Head Girl facilities.

"Be good kids." Ron slurred, "and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Harry waved at him, and Hermione nodded her head in drunken acquiescence. They continued their journey up the small flight of stairs. Finally, after several near falls, both were safely at the door of their rooms. In her drunkenness, Hermione leaned over to kiss him goodnight and tripped, landing her in Harry's arms, her mouth on his. Since Harry was incapable of coherent thought, he kissed her. Their kiss grew passionate, and he gripped her tighter, holding her against him while one hand fumbled for the zipper on her dress. Finding it, he worked it down, and slid her dress off of her shoulders to pool around her hips. Hermione fumbled with the door behind her and managed to get it open. They tumbled and fell through the open doorway and onto the floor in a heap. Harry kicked the door closed and began removing his clothes. Hermione finished taking hers off. They rolled together on the floor, barely making it to the bed before he entered her, their only thought of becoming one, foreplay completely forgotten. Hermione cried out, and Harry gentled himself, slowing so she could become accustomed to him, realizing even through the haze of large quantities of alcohol that, until that very moment, Hermione had indeed been a virgin.

Morning dawned slowly as the two lovers woke, heads pounding from hangovers. Harry woke first and was quite shocked to see slightly bushy hair across his chest, and the head of Hermione lying on the hair. He was even more surprised with the realization that they were both naked and entangled in a position of the extremely compromising sort. He gingerly shifted to ease the embarrassment when she woke, and inadvertently woke her with his movements. Thankfully, he had disentangled them for the most part by the time she was awake enough to comprehend her surroundings. He knew by the instant red stain that spread across her cheeks that her memory was not suffering any losses. As he tried to remember what had happened, he found that he had some very interesting memories as well.

"So, I should go." Hermione said suddenly, sitting up and holding the sheet to her breasts. She wrapped it toga style around her and stood.

"You don't have to go. We need to talk about what happened."

"Can't you remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Then there is nothing to talk about. I'm sorry that I instigated it and I don't expect you to follow up on anything. Consider me your first one-night-stand. Or second, or fiftieth."

"Hermione wait!" Harry called, running after her with nothing but a sheet wrapped around his waist when Ron came bounding up the stairs to see Hermione run from the room in a sheet, and Harry follow in the same apparel. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared for a moment. Both braced themselves for the explosion of the century. Harry had just slept with Ron's girlfriend.

"What the bloody hell is going one here?!" he demanded, plowing a hand through his shaggy red hair.

"This isn't what it looks like…" Harry began as Hermione said,

"Ron, I can explain…"

"I think it is what it looks like, Harry! And what can you explain Hermione? Why my girlfriend of two years is suddenly shagging my best friend?! Is that what you're going to explain? Cause if it is, I don't want to hear it. I trusted you and this is how you repay me. You swore that there was nothing between you and Harry."

"There isn't." Harry said quickly, injuring Hermione's heart beyond repair with those two words. She schooled herself not to let it show. "It was just a silly mistake that happened while we were drunk."

"It happened because my ex-girlfriend is a drunken whore. And you, Harry, you're my best friend! How could you sleep with her?"

"I didn't mean to. I didn't know what I was doing. It was a mistake. Don't put the blame on her either, it takes two to tango."

"And you two must've tangoed all night judging from the way you look. This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Hermione, I loved you and this is what you do to me. You cheat on me with my best friend! How could you?"

Hermione looked up with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry. Both of you, I'm sorry. But, it wasn't like I meant to do it. We were drunk. You know that much. And I know that this is the end of the line. Ron, we agreed to go our separate ways after school anyway. And for what it is worth, I apologize from the bottom of my heart." With that, Hermione walked into her room, dressed, gathered her things, and went down the stairs to where her parents had come to pick her up. They had simply stayed at the school after graduation and had decided to take her home with them. Without a good bye or a word to or from either boy, Hermione Lynn Granger walked out of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and out of their lives.***

"And two months later I discovered Lily." Hermione finished. "Harry doesn't know. I never told him."

Braden looked a bit taken aback at that piece of news. "Why not? The man has a six year old daughter for crying out loud Hermione and you never told him you were pregnant?"

"I didn't know how to reach him, and it seemed easier if I just told people he knew and we had decided for me to raise the baby on my own. He was busy with Quidditch for the British team and he had his Auror training going on at the time."

"So when you were in the delivery room screaming for Harry, he never knew your daughter, his daughter, was on the way?"

"No. He didn't. And it isn't the time to tell him either."

"I think it's seven years past the time to tell him. He needs to know that he already has a family before he goes and starts a new one. It's the biological right of a parent to know about their children, whether or not they are getting along with the other parent."

"I know that Braden. But I got pregnant after a reckless night when we were both drunk off our asses. It wasn't a spiritual bonding, there was no foreplay. It was painful and awkward, and rushed, and neither of us remembered very well the next morning. It was a stupid mistake and it resulted in the light of my life, but that doesn't mean he would have viewed our daughter the same way as I did."

"It doesn't mean he wouldn't have either, Hermione. I say it's your responsibility as a mother and as a woman who is in love to tell him. He's a good man. He deserves to know."

Hermione cradled her head in her hands. "I'm scared." She whispered. "I'm scared he'll reject her or deny her, and that her little heart will be shattered because Daddy doesn't love her."

"Of course you're scared sweetie. Love is scary. Parenting is scary, but it all works out in the end. It will all work out in the end. You just have to have a little faith in your ability to make him open his eyes and see that he's really in love with you too."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure."

"I'm glad one of is, cause I'm not."

Just then, Lily Alexandria Potter came careening into the apartment, throwing her tiny, six-year old body at Hermione, who caught her easily, and swung her into her lap. "Mommy, I had so much fun with Gramma! She took me to the park, and to the mall and we bought some new clothes!"

Hermione groaned. "Mom, you know she has enough stuff." She complained to her mother, who had just walked in the door.

"I know, but I couldn't resist. Besides, a grandmother has to spoil her only granddaughter. It's my right."

"Mom, Harry invited me to his wedding."

Michelle Granger sank into a chair. "He's getting married? When?"

"In two weeks at Hogwarts." Braden supplied. "Hermione has decided to make him call off the wedding."

"Good for you dear. Are you taking Lily?"

"I don't know. She looks more like Harry than me so that could be a very bad way for him to find out."

"Honey, her name is Lily Alexandria Potter."

"I know, I named her, remember? After thirty-eight hours of labor and an emergency C-section? Is any of this ringing a bell?"

"Yes, dear. And I also remember you nearly breaking Braden's hand and actually breaking a couple fingers."

"Well, I was in serious pain and I needed a way to vent. Mediwizards know nothing about epidurals."

"I advised you to use a regular hospital, but you insisted on St. Mungo's if I remember correctly."

"Mother, are you going to help or not? I need to get to Hogwarts within twenty four hours to be able to beat Harry and his fiancee there and then I have to not only figure out a way to tell him that I am madly in love with him, but that he and I have a six year old child together."

"Well then," Michelle sighed, "I suppose you had better go do some packing. You too Braden, and I will pack Lily's things. You will travel by Floo powder this evening. And then, hopefully I will be planning your long overdue wedding by the time you return."

"I wouldn't count on it." Hermione muttered, but did as her mother said, and went into her bedroom to pack. Braden did the same and Michelle picked up Lily and carried her into her room. Hermione took that moment to look at her daughter. She had silky black hair that was long, almost to her waist, and intense green eyes, just like Harry's. She had most of the facial features of her mother, but had inherited her father's teeth, thank Merlin, and also had his nose. Her shape was slim and her build slight like Hermione's. All in all , she favored her father, which was a very bad thing.

Professor Dumbledore was delighted when Hermione and Lily arrived at Hogwarts with Braden in tow. He immediately offered the small child a chocolate frog, and instructed Professor McGonagall to have a house elf prepare a bedroom and snack for the sleepy girl. After that was done, he led Hermione and Braden into his office and had them sit down in front of his desk.

"Miss Granger, I assume that you are here to put a stop to the wedding that was never meant to take place?"

Hermione nodded tightly. "Or at least I think I'm gonna try."

"I also assume that you have finally decided to tell Mr. Potter about his daughter?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very good Miss Granger. I knew you had the Gryffindor bravery in you somewhere. For a while I wondered if the Sorting Hat hadn't made a mistake in putting you in the house it did. I thought that perhaps you should have been placed in Ravenclaw for your ability to rationalize anything."

Hermione looked rather embarrasses and cast her eyes toward her feet. "I know. I was just petrified. Still am if you want the truth."

"Any one would be if they were in your position. I would just recommend telling Mr. Potter quickly, before he sees that wonderful girl of yours. She favors him strongly. It would be hard to make him ignore that. If he still possesses the ability to do simple arithmetic, he will also find that the date of her birth is precisely nine months to the day of the night you two had together."

Hermione nodded again. "Yes, sir. I will. When are he and his fiancee arriving?"

"They are already here. You will most likely find them in the Gryffindor common room. You and Lily will be sleeping in your old Head Girl dormitory. The Head Girl has agreed that you may have her quarters for as long as you will be staying."

"Thank you. I suppose I should head down there and check on Lily."


Hermione and Braden excused themselves and headed for the Gryffindor common room. The Fat Lady looked at them and grinned. "I'm supposed to let you two in without the password." She said, swinging open to let them pass. They walked in and saw Harry and Ginny Weasley sitting on one of the couches, talking and laughing over something. Hermione felt suddenly lightheaded. Ginny had been her friend in school and had known about her night with Harry, and also about the pregnancy after. It made her feel sick that she had become engaged to the very person that she had sworn to help Hermione get.

"Hermione!" Ginny screeched, jumping from the couch and running to embrace Hermione, who returned the embrace stiffly. Ginny froze when she saw Braden. Braden, whom she had been in love with since she was thirteen.

"Hey Ginny." Braden said softly, looking at the redhead tenderly. "You look great."

"Thanks. You too. You really grew up."

"That happens sometimes."

Hermione looked at Harry, who was looking better than ever. He had filled out, gaining both muscle and height, and had matured into a very handsome man. He was looking at her in silence. Finally he spoke. "Hey 'Mione. It's been a while."

Hermione smiled softly. "That it has. Congratulations." She said, self consciously straightening her scoop neck T-shirt.

"Congratulations on what?" Harry asked, confusion knitting his eyebrows together.

"On your engagement. I got your wedding invitation this morning."

"Wedding invitation? What wedding invitation? I'm not getting married."

"You aren't marrying Ginny?" Hermione asked for clarification, also becoming confused.

"No. It's you who's getting married. I got the invitation two days ago. It's tomorrow and you're marrying Braden."

"I'm marrying Braden? No I'm not. Braden and I are room motes. That's it. We aren't even together."

"Well neither are we." Ginny said pointedly. "So why are we all her for each others' weddings if there are no weddings?"

Just then Ron Weasley and Lavender walked in. He grinned widely when he saw the four of them. "Hey guys. So how're the wedding plans coming?"

"What wedding?" all four asked together. Ron looked taken aback.

"I got an invitation to the wedding of Harry and Hermione." He said carefully. "Lav and I came to see if we could lend a hand before the ceremony next weekend."

Hermione looked at Ron. "You mean you aren't still mad at us?"

"Ah, Hell no. I've been over that for a long time. I always thought you two were still mad at me. That's why I never wrote. Congratulations, by the way."

"I would thank you, except, we aren't getting married either. And neither are Ginny and I or Hermione and Braden."

"So there isn't any wedding?"

"It would seem so." Hermione said, smiling for the first time.

"So, you two, think we could be friends again?" Ron asked hopefully, looking at Harry and Hermione. Hermione nodded eagerly and Harry spoke.

"Are you kidding? Do you even really have to ask? Seven years is really way to long to not be friends."

Ron Hugged Hermione, and then Harry, and the Harry hugged Hermione. Hermione breathed in his spicy scent and felt her knees go weak. She pulled back and grasped the back of a chair to keep herself up right. Just then, in the midst of a wonderful reunion, Lily came barreling down the stairs, tears running down her face, her raven hair flying behind her. Harry, Ron and Lavender looked surprised, but Ginny and Braden grinned as Lily hurled herself at the nearest adult, which happened to be Harry.

"Whoa, what's the matter?"

"MONSTERS!" Lily screeched, burying her tiny face in her father's neck. Hermione was near tears. She cleared her throat and spoke.

"Everyone, I'd like for you to meet my daughter, Lily, who has undoubtedly had a nightmare."

Harry looked at her with mixed emotions, Ron's head shot up to look at his childhood friend and ex-girlfriend, and Lavender sat down in shock. Lily lifted her head from Harry's neck and Ron took in a sharp breath of air as he saw the resemblance between the two. Lavender, when she could look up, gasped audibly. Hermione put a hand over her eyes and prayed that Harry hadn't noticed.

"What?" he asked, stroking the small head that was still on his shoulder.

"I think Hermione has some explaining to do." Ron stated bluntly. Lavender was even more blunt. She looked at Hermione.

"I think Hermione should tell us why she never told us that she got pregnant and why she never told you, Harry, that the baby, or child now, is yours."

Braden and Ginny stepped to either side of Hermione to hold her upright, as she was looking very near to the passing out point. She grabbed Braden's arm and looked at Harry. "I'm sorry. That night, when we got drunk after graduation and slept together, then got in to that awful fight the next morning, well, I got pregnant."

Harry handed Lily to Hermione and left the room. Without a thought, Hermione passed her daughter to Ginny and fled after him. She followed him outside, and caught him on the Quidditch field. He was striding purposefully toward the room where they kept brooms. Hermione gathered up her courage and called out to him.

"Harry wait!" she yelled, jogging after him. Harry stopped at the door. "We need to talk, and I have some explaining to do."

"That's for damn sure. Hermione, how could you not tell me that I have a child? Did you think me that much of a prat that I wouldn't want to help raise her?"

"No. I knew that if I told you, you would be there. But I didn't know how to find you until after she was born. And I didn't want you to hear it from someone else."

"So what about when you could find me? Why not then? Or anytime in the last seven years? I haven't been hiding from you Hermione. My God, do you know how much I missed you? How much I missed your lectures, or you being an intolerable bookworm? Hell, I even missed you telling me to do my homework ten thousand times a day."

"And do you think that I didn't miss you? Let me clear that one up right now. I missed you all right. When I got the results of my pregnancy test, when I was in labor for nearly forty hours, and then almost lost her because the cord got wrapped around her neck, and I had to have an emergency C-section. I missed you whenever Lily asked where Daddy was and if he loved her, and when I had her birthday parties, and when she was sick, and when I was lonely. I have been raising her for the last six years, and you don't think that I have missed you once?"

"All you had to do was send one letter to the Weasley's and I would've been there for you while you were in labor. While she was sick, and during her birthday parties and when you were lonely. And Lily wouldn't have had to have asked those questions because she would have known."

"I was scared Harry! Okay, I was scared. When you said that there was nothing between me and you and told Ron that being with me was a stupid mistake, you tore my heart out. What reason did I have to believe that you wouldn't just write our daughter off as the byproduct of a stupid mistake that meant nothing?"

"You can't possibly think that I would do that. Hermione, you know me better than that!"

"Do I? I never would've guessed that you could say I was a stupid mistake that meant nothing either. But hey, you did."

Harry plowed a hand through his hair. "Why do you keep bringing what I stupidly said seven years ago up? You know I didn't mean it. You said it was a mistake too."

"It was. But only because of when it happened for me."

"How do you know it's any different for me?"

"You never tried to find out if you had gotten me pregnant."

"It didn't occur to me that you hadn't taken a potion or something. I'm sorry, okay? I'm not perfect. No one is. I really don't see why you're mad at me for something I didn't do."

Hermione burst into tears. "I'm mad because you weren't there when I needed you! I needed you, Harry! I needed you when I told my parents that their seventeen year old daughter was pregnant from a one-night-stand. I needed you when I was sick every morning for four months, and when I couldn't sleep because she was kicking me, and when I was in labor and they told me that she wasn't going to make it. I needed you and you weren't there!"

Harry slowly approached Hermione. "Well I'm here now. If you still need me, that is."

With a heart wrenching cry, Hermione threw herself into Harry's arms and sobbed into his shoulder as he crushed her against him. She cried for all the things she had been forced to endure by herself, and he held her through it all, her rock in the tumultuous storm she was engulfed in. Finally, after close to an hour, Hermione got herself completely under control and stepped back from Harry.

"I'm here now." He repeated. "Whether you like it or not, I'm here, and I'm going to be a part of our child's life. I am going to help you raise her, and I am going to be there for you whenever you need me, and even when you don't. Are you hearing me Hermione? I'm not going anywhere. She's mine too."

"I'm not arguing. But we have to tell her."

"Of course. But first we need to talk."

"Talk or yell some more?"

"Talk. I need some questions answered."

"Okay." Hermione agreed, sitting down in the middle of the Quidditch field. Harry sat down beside her. "What do you want to know?"


"That's a tall order. Well, she's a witch. I can tell you that much. She's making things happen already. She's six. Her birthday is March the third. She doesn't like oranges or grapefruit, and she loves green beans and carrots. She weighed seven pounds and eight ounces when she was born, and she was twenty inches long. She is obsessed with clothes and ruins at least two outfits a weeks by rolling around in the mud with my neighbor's German Shepherd. She hates showers and thinks that all boys her age have cooties. Except Josh. Josh is her boyfriend. Her picked her dandelions and kissed her cheek yesterday. When we get back, his Mom is taking them for ice cream as their first date. Josh is also six."

"What do you tell her when she asks about me?"

"I tell her that I'm sure you love her and would be there if you could, but that you are helping lots of people and have to keep going places. She seems to realize that some things are more important than having her Daddy there with her. Lately she's been asking about you, specifically. What you're like, how we met, what happened to make you leave me. Why you never visit, things like that. I don't know what to say when she asks me those. It's too hard to explain Harry Potter to a six year old."

Harry stood up and pulled Hermione to her feet. "Come on, I want to go tell her now."

Hermione laughed. "She's probably asleep right now. Your first act as Dad can be tucking her in. We'll tell her in the morning. And Harry? I'm sorry. For everything."

"Me too. Now let's go. We have a daughter to put to bed."

End of Chapter 1. What did y'all think? I thought it was pretty good for one day of work. Read and Review please. I'll try to have the second installment out soon.