Chapter 1 – Surprises

"Please don't go Harry, no good can come of this," a female voice said.

"Ginny you are starting to sound like Trelawney," a seventeen year old male voice said.

"I am not!" the voice that was Ginny said, sounding insulted.

"Come on Gin, since when have you heard of evil trumping over good?"

"This isn't a story book Harry this is real," Ginny sighed, "but, if you insist on going I am going with you!" Ginny said crossing her arms, sticking out her chin and raising her eyebrows as if daring Harry to argue with her.

"So are we," the voices of Ron, Hermione and Neville said. The scene dissolved and Harry saw himself standing with Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville in a graveyard that was too familiar.

All of a sudden there was a loud crack and a man with cold red slits for eyes and pale skin was standing in the graveyard with them. There were several more loud cracks and Death Eaters, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and the whole Order of the Phoenix was there. Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville and the Order were fighting, dueling, hexing, jinxing, and doing what they had been trained and waiting to do. Harry was trying to find Voldemort, which he did a little sooner than he would have liked. Harry could see Voldemort's face coming towards him, Harry raised his wand, drew in a breath and at the same time they shouted the same curse at each other.

"Avada Kedavra," Harry shouted a fraction of a second before Voldemort. Voldemort fell down almost dead, not unlike what had happened 16 years before. Harry however got hit as well and fell down dead, life flashing before his eyes, he saw himself with Ron on the train to Hogwarts, Hermione and the troll, Sirius and the Shrieking Shack, Dumbledore, Lupin, and Ginny, Ginny her smiling face.

Harry woke up with a start, breathing fast and looking around; now that the initial panic had subsided he started feeling guilty. How could he be thinking about Ginny like that it had only been 5 years since his wife had died? It was only a dream he told himself, no it wasn't a dream, I wasn't dreaming about Ginny I was remembering Ginny he told himself.

This was true; he was remembering what had happened at the end of his seventh year and the defeat of Voldemort for the second time. Harry got up out of his bed and walked the length of his room in a few quick strides, opened the door and went down the hall to his kitchen. He knew he would never get back to sleep after that dream; he never did. He sat at the table kitchen table drinking a glass of water when he heard a noise from behind him. Whipping out his wand he pointed it towards the source. A shadow was standing in the doorway.

"Don't point that thing at me; I'm not going to attack you... not today anyway. What are you doing up?" a girl with blond hair asked. She was rubbing her green eyes and wore shorts and a big t-shirt. Her hair was sticking up all over the place, she ran a hand through it yawning.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," Harry said putting his wand back on the table and patting the chair next to him and she sat down.

"I had a bad dream," she said.

"Oh good I am not the only one who is having nightmares tonight then," he said grinning.

"What were you dreaming about then?" the girl asked.

"Just things that happened years ago," he said smiling sadly remembering his time at Hogwarts. "What about you?"

"Mum," she said simply.

"Oh Anna--" he began but she cut him off.

"Dad, I have dreamt about it often enough not to let it effect me like it used to," she said and Harry remembered how it used to be, screaming when she woke, the thrashing around, and the crying, the crying would take hours to stop. They were both silent for a few minutes.

"So Anna, 3 weeks until school starts, what do you want to do today?" Harry asked changing the subject.

"I don't know we could go down to the beach and make fun of the tourists?" Anna said.

"Sounds like a good idea, I was thought I was looking a bit pasty. Where should we eat breakfast today? Home or out?"

"Out, I think, we both had bad nights, might be nice for a treat."

"Ok, where?"

"Umm... Mademoiselle Juliana's got nice food, well better than yours anyway, and she quiet pretty and she likes you."

"Cheeky little know-it-all," Harry said tickling his daughter, "well maybe not so little," Anna glared at him but didn't reply she was as tall as him now at five foot nine inches. However, Harry thought about what she had just said, Anna didn't seem to mind him looking at other women that weren't her mother; he was being silly after all it had been 5 years maybe it was time to move on.

When the sun rose a few hours later Anna and Harry got dressed and walked out the door of their house, and down the street to their favorite café. They reached the café and sat down at a table outside. Harry looked around at the tourists with their cameras, the sky was a deep blue and there were no clouds visible, it was certainly going to be another beautiful day in the small town just outside Marseille, where they lived.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Fischer, Anna, ca va?" asked a woman around Harry's age with long dark wavy hair and brilliant blue eyes.

"Sault, ca va bein, merci, et toi?" Anna said to the woman.

"Sault Mademoiselle Juliana, ca va tres bein," Harry said taking the woman's hand and kissing it.

"Deux lettche s'il vous plait," Anna said when her father had finally let go of Juliana's hand, who blushed when he did. After they ordered their breakfast and ate it they made their way to the beach being stopped on the way by some tourists much to Anna's amusement.

"Excuse moi? Ou et l'hotel de Marseille," a man with a very bad French accent asked.

"Go down this street and then turn left when you get to the light and it's down there," Harry said in English so the man could understand him.

"Thank you so much," the man said taking in Harry's black hair, which he hadn't had cut since he left everyone behind and was now down passed his shoulders, and green eyes then his eyes flicking to his scar, which was hidden behind his strategically placed hair. "You look like some one famous, are you Harry Potter?"

"Nope, never heard of the guy is he very famous?"

"Yes he is to certain people. Very famous, it's a shame none one has seen him in a long time, no one knows where he went, or why," the man went on. Anna had to look away to stop from laughing.

"Oh that's a shame, anyway, your hotels down that way," Harry said taking Anna by the hand and side stepping the man and walking off. Anna had seen this happen a lot and at first it confused her but now she understood that Harry preferred to be left alone even if it meant people thought he was a muggle, although, that was not the only reason for his secrecy.

"Anna I have something to tell you," Harry said when they were on the beach and lying down, she opened one eye and looked at him.

"You are going to have to go and stay at Diagon Alley a week before school starts, and I can't come with you."

"Why? Why can't you come with me?" She asked sitting up and looking at her father with both eyes open.

"Calm down you'll be fine, but I can't come with you because too many people over there know who I am," Harry said, slightly annoyed at himself for lying to his daughter, he always told himself he would tell Anna everything when she went to Hogwarts, but when it came down to it he couldn't. She was so young and already had enough on her shoulders. She couldn't bare this as well.

"Oh, ok," she said after a few seconds. "What are you going to do this year then?"

"Well," he hesitated, "I am going to teacher Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"WHAT? Since when? Why? Why can't you come with me then?"

"Anna, Hogwarts is the last school you will attend; there will be no more moving around and changing schools anymore. I saw an advert in the Daily Prophet and applied. I can't come with you because we are not going as father and daughter."

"Well that's... why not?"

"Too many people know who I am and so I will have to be myself but you will still be Anna Fischer. Remember why I left in the first place?"

"No, actually you never told me, you just assumed I knew," she replied.

"Oh... well... you will realize some day, probably sooner than later," he said rubbing his forehead unconsciously.

"Yeah," was all she said as she allowed this news to sink in. They didn't talk much for the rest of the day each lost in their own thoughts.

"Hang on you didn't answer my question," Anna said later that night when she was making dinner.

"Huh, what question?" Harry said looking up from his defense against the Dark Arts book.

"I said 'why can't people know we are related,' I mean yeah a lot of people know who you are but why can't you tell them you have a daughter?" she asked.

"Oh... well... you see the thing is... alright I supposed I was going to have to tell you sooner or later I had hoped it would be later. I guess you are old enough to understand. I know I hated people keeping things from me when I was your age." After Harry had finished telling Anna what she needed to know, she sat staring at him in disbelief.

"Right well that explains a lot, I think I am going to bed now," Anna said faintly.

"But you haven't eaten dinner yet," Harry said sounding rather worried.

"Just stir it for 5 more minutes and then mix it with the sauce," Anna said distractedly walking into her bedroom. Harry got up and went over to the oven he eyed the saucepans warily and started to finish making the dinner. As he stood stirring he was amazed at how well Anna had taken the news, he thought she would have at least yelled at him for not telling her sooner like he had done, or even thrown something when he found out about his prophecy, she didn't even blink an eyelid. Anna was always so reserved unless she was pushed too far which one of her Durmstrang friends found out last year when she was at that school. Being reserved was a good thing or it could be a very bad thing, she held her emotions in but if they were bottled up too long or too high she would snap... that Durmstrang student would never be able to eat chocolate again. But apart from Anna's almost blond hair and her holding in of feelings she was exactly like her father. Harry sat down to his dinner and ate it; it was a pasta dish Anna had picked up in their brief 5 month stay in Venice. Harry had never tried cooking for himself before, his wife Katie had always cooked for him and then when she had been killed that had mainly gone out to eat until Anna decided she was going to cook one day and it turned out she was very good.

Anna sat in her room breathing fast. As she looked out her window at the setting sun the sounds of children laughing and people calling to each other in French. They had no idea that a few meters away from them a girl who was about to change the world, stood trying to deny her future. She couldn't believe what had just been unveiled. Questions went running through her mind, how could she be the one? She was supposed to help Harry, the greatest wizard of all. She was good in school but she wasn't brilliant at anything. There had to be some mistake, but her father was convinced and she knew he didn't believe in fortune telling. So it must be true Anna trusted her father, she decided in the end.