A New Beginning

Summary: Sequel to After Hogwarts. The kids are off to Hogwarts, the ones that are old enough anyways. Everyone still believes that Ron and Lavender are in Bulgaria, but is that right? Surprises will be in store for the Potters, Malfoys, and Weasleys when they learn that the youngest Weasley son isn't necessarily in Bulgaria.

Disclaimer: I own the none-recognizable characters; J.K. Rowling owns the recognizable characters.

A/N:I don't know how much I'm going to update so yeah. This is – like it says – the sequel to After Hogwarts so you might want to read that before you read this…I don't know how much this will go with the first though.

Chapter 1Questions, Answers, and Diagon Alley

"Harry, can you check on Harley? He's crying again," Hermione said, putting away the rest of the breakfast dishes.

"Of course I can," Harry said. "I mean, you really only want me to check on him when he's crying, just like it was with Kasandra and Jane.

"That's not true sweetie. I checked on him, Kasandra, andJane when you were at Quidditch practice. Now just go!"

"I was going!"

"Good," Hermione said. "Now girls, has the post come yet?"

"No," Hermia responded, sitting in one of the chairs, looking at her fingernails like she was bored.

"Yes it has Mummy," Kasandra said, handing Hermione the post.

"I don't know why you call her Mummy, it's not like she is your real mother," Hermia said.

"Hermia! Kasandra, I am your real mother, don't worry," Hermione said, noticing her daughter's troubled expression.

"Look at her though. She's darker than you and Dad, her hair's a purple colour, and her eyes are such a pale green. Not the vivid green like mine, Jane's, Harley's, and Dad's are."

"Mummy, am I adopted?" Kasandra asked, plainly worried.

"Sorry Kay-C-P, you're really ours," Harry said, coming back into the kitchen with their one-year old son Harley.

"I, on the other hand, am not. I mean my hair's blonde! And nobody's hair is this colour in the family," Hermia stated.

"Hermia, you're not adopted either."

"Not by you Dad. But by Hermione I am."

"Mummy adopted Hermia? Why? Isn't Mummy Hermia's Mummy?" Kasandra asked.

"Why are we talking about this right now?" Harry asked.

"You're daughter told Kasandra she wasn't ours," Hermione said, cradling Harley in her arms after she took him from Harry.

"Well you see Kasandra, Hermione isn't my real mother. My real mother died a long time ago," Hermia told her younger sister.

"Who's your real mother?" Kasandra asked.

"Madeline Potter."

"Like as in your middle name?"

"Yeah, ain't that funny though? I was named after two different women that Dad loved at sorta the same time."

Kasandra was about to ask Hermia another question when Harry interrupted. "OK you two, that's enough talk about mothers. Kasandra, if you have anymore questions, we'll answer them when you're older."

"But Daddy!" whined Kasandra.

"Look Kasandra, it's your Hogwarts letter!" Hermione interrupted, giving Kasandra her Hogwarts letter. "Yours is here too Hermia."

"Thanks Hermione," Hermia said, taking the letter and heading to the doorway.

"How many times have I told you to call me Mum, not my name?"

"Since I was six years old."

"That's been ten years, and I've never heard you call me Mum once since the twelve years that I've been married to your Dad."

"That's because I don't feel like calling you Mum."

"Why not, Hermia?"

"Because I don't!" shouted Hermia, leaving the kitchen.

"I'll go talk to her," Harry said, following Hermia's path out of the kitchen.

Harry went through the living room and down the hallway to Hermia's room. They had moved into this house when Kasandra was two and Hermia was sevenbecause their old house gave Hermione a bad feeling. Hermia automatically picked the room on the main floor that had one of the biggest windows in the house.

"Hermia?" asked Harry, knocking on Hermia's door.

Silence responded to Harry.

"Hermy-baby, what's wrong?"

Slowly Hermia's door opened, and her head poked out. "You haven't called me that since I got my letter to Hogwarts."

"Can I come in?"

Hermia nodded and went to her bed, Harry sitting on the chair that was near the computer desk.

"That would be because I didn't think you were my baby that much anymore. You were -and still are - growing up," Harry told her.

Hermia smiled a bit. "I'll always be your Hermy-baby. Just like Kasandra will always be your Kay-C-P andJane will always be your Angel-face."

"You're right. I haven't thought of anything for Harley yet though. I should think of something, don't you think? Or would that be weird?"

Hermia just smiled again.

"Now what's got you all upset?"

"I still miss her."

"Mum?"

Hermia nodded and Harry stood and opened his arms. Hermia went right into her father's open arms for a comforting embrace. "I just wish she was still here. I know I was only three – well almost – but I still remember her." She started to cry a bit.

"Hermy-baby, it's OK to still miss her. I still miss her, and I still miss my godfather Sirius, who died when I was fifteen. But you're lucky Hermia, you know and remember your mother – even though you only knew her for a short while – I didn't know my mother or father. Well actually I did, but I don't remember them," Harry said, letting Hermia sit back down on her bed.

Hermia looked at her father strangely. "What do you mean Dad? Didn't you know them? I know you said they died, and when we learned about you for a bit in History of Magic, it didn't say anything about them."

"What? I never told you?"

"Told me what?"

"My God, I thought I did. Well I can tell you now I guess. You see, when I was a baby-one years old actually -"

"I know all of this, Dad! Voldemort tried to kill you but it didn't work, and it back-fired on him."

"Yes, well my father told my mother to hide with me while he fought Voldemort. Voldemort killed him and progressed to the nursery where my mother took me. She begged him to kill her and not me. He only wanted to kill me though, not my Mum. Well, she stood her groundand Voldemort killed her. But when he went to kill me, my Mum's love for me was so strong that Voldemort couldn't take it. It weakened him.

"The only memories I have of my parents are their dying moments," Harry concluded.

"Wow, that's sad Dad."

"It's the story of my life, or part of it at least."

"Dad, was I in the room when Mum was killed?"

"Yes, they killed Madeline in your old room. Then Bellatrix – the woman who killed her – tried to kill you, leaving your scar that's on your stomach.

"I know about my scar, I wasn't sure about where Mum died though. It's just because I remember her screaming and me crying."

"Hermy-baby, I know you miss your Mum still, but do you think you could try to kill Hermione 'Mum'? It would mean a lot to her."

"I could try."

"Thanks," Harry said, kissing Hermia's forehead. "Feeling any better after talking about your Mum?"

"A bit, thanks Dad."

"No problem, and if you want anything just ask. I'm going to go see what the others are doing."

"OK Dad, I'm going to stay in here and see who's online," Hermia said, taking the chair by her computer desk.

Harry nodded and left his oldest daughter's room. He went back to the kitchen just to see Hermione and Harley, no Kasandra.

"Ginny came while you were talking to Hermia and took Kasandra with her, Drake, Nick, Meadow, Shane, Summer, and Draco to the park," Hermione told Harry. "I told her Hermia was probably too old to want to go, and Harley came down with some sort of flu virus so he couldn't go."

"OK. I think tomorrow we should go to Diagon Alley to get the girls' things," Harry said, getting a soda from the fridge.

"Alright, but do you think Hermia's robes would fit Kasandra?"

"I doubt it; Kasandra is taller than Hermia was in her first year. Hell, she's almost the same height as Hermia is right now! I don't know where she got it from though."

"I don't know either. So we'll get her some robes then?"

"Yes."

"OK. And I guess we can drop Harley off at Mum and Dad's before we go so he doesn't cause us too much trouble."

"Yep, but he wouldn't be my son without causing some trouble, would you Harley?" asked Harry to his one year old son as he took him from Hermione.

Harley just ignored Harry and tried to get out of his father's arms. Harry sighed and passed him back to Hermione.

"He doesn't like me."

"Of course he does sweetie. Just like Hermia, Kasandra, andJane do," Hermione said.

"No. Whenever I hold him, he squirms or cries."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not being ridiculous."

"Fine Harry, whatever. Are we going to takeJane with us to Diagon Alley, or should you go over to George and Alicia's and ask if she can spend the night there again? Mable would probably enjoyJane's company still because then she wouldn't be the only girl to endure her brothers' pranks. You know how it is with those triplet boys of George and Alicia."

"Yeah, poor Ginny though. She has six older brothers – two of them twins. Mable only has older brothers that are triplets. ButJane can't spend the night there again; George and Alicia have to get Joe, Mitch, and Jeff's school stuff."

"Oh yeah, it's their second year! I forgot. Maybe Mum and Dad will watch her too," Hermione said, cradling her only son in her arms. "Calm down Harley."

"Maybe he wants his pacifier," Harry said, handing Hermione a blue pacifier that was on the counter.

Hermione put the pacifier in Harley's mouth and he calmed down instantly. "Thanks."

"What do you know? I do know something about our son!"

Hermione shook her head and placed Harley in his playpen. He immediately started to cry, throwing the pacifier across the playpen. "Harry, get me his medicine from the refrigerator please." She said, picking Harley back up.

Harry poured some pink medicine into Harley's medicine spoon. He then proceeded to put it in Harley's mouth. Luckily Harley didn't fight when Harry came near so Harry could actually tip the stuff down his throat.

"There we go Harl," Hermione cooed, placing Harley back in the playpen.

"Daddy, Her-Mum, can I go over to Caitlin's? We wanna go to the mall. Her mum's going to drive us," Hermia asked, coming into the kitchen as she referred to her best friend from Hogwarts.

"I don't see why not," Harry responded since Hermione was too shocked that Hermia called her 'Mum'!

"Thanks Daddy, Mum!" Hermia called, grabbing her purse off the counter. "I'm going to Floo over there."

"OK, just be back by ten, we're going into Diagon Alley tomorrow to get yours and Kasandra's school stuff."

"OK Daddy," and with that, Hermia left the kitchen to use the fireplace that was in the living room.

"She called me Mum! I can't believe she called me Mum!" shrieked Hermione, coming to her senses.

"Yeah, it's because I asked her to give it a shot."

"Thank-you Harry!" said Hermione, as she hugged Harry because she was so happy. She had been asking Hermia years to call her Mum, but she never acted on it, and now she was! Harry kissed his wife's head and hugged her back. "Hey, your birthday's coming up soon. In what – ten days?"

"Yes, I'm going to be turning thirty-six," Harry replied, kissing Hermione's nose after she looked up at him.

"I know that! Why don't we get you a birthday present tomorrow?"

"You know that what I want you can't buy at Diagon Alley, though. Maybe you could, but I doubt it."

"You want the same thing you want every night?"

"No."

Hermione looked at Harry skeptically.

"Fine, it's true! I can not deny it!"

"You're such a loser."

"But you know you love me."

"You know it," Hermione said, kissing Harry.

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"Come on you two, we're going!" yelled Harry.

Hermione came into the living room where Harry was. "Harley andJane are at Mum and Dad's."

"Good, but where are our daughters?"

"Right here Daddy," Kasandra said, standing beside Harry, Hermia behind her.

"Don't you look so cute with your hair like that? Both of you!" said Hermione, referring to the girl's pigtails.

Hermia raised an eyebrow and Kasandra just smiled at her mother's compliment.

"Come girls, into the fireplace," Harry said, holding out a pouch of Floo Powder.

Hermia stepped into the fireplace, grabbed some Floo Powder and clearly shouted 'Diagon Alley'. Next Kasandra went in, did the same thing as her half-sister and was gone as she was engulfed in the green flames like Hermia. Hermione grabbed some Floo and went into the fireplace.

"See you there," Hermione said. "Diagon Alley!"

Harry, not liking to use Floo to travel, Apparated to Diagon Alley, at least the Leaky Cauldron part of it. He spotted Hermia, Kasandra, and Hermione near the fireplace, dusting themselves off. "You all ready to go get your school supplies?"

"Yes," Hermia said.

"OK. While Kay-C-P and Hermione get Kasandra's wand, Hermia and I will go get the books, OK?" Harry asked.

Everyone nodded.

"And after we get Kasandra's wand, we'll get her potions things too," Hermione said,

"Sounds good, meet you both back here at, we'll say two o'clock?" asked Harry, looking at his watch.

"OK."

Harry steered Hermia out of the Leaky Cauldron and over to Flourish and Blotts while Hermione and Kasandra made their way to Ollivanders.

"Hey Kyle, see that man over there with a girl in Gryffindor robes who has blonde hair?" a small boy of about twelve asked his brother.

"Yeah," the boy named Kyle answered. "Why?"

"That man is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter, as in the Chudley Cannons Seeker?" asked Kyle, wide eyed.

"Yes, that girl he's with his daughter Hermia Potter. She's a sixth year Gryffindor."

"Too bad you weren't older and in Gryffindor, eh Tom?"

"Shut it Kyle."

"Boys, get back here, you're mother's looking for you," a man with red hair and a ton of freckles – who was clearly the boys father – said.

"Coming Dad," the boy named Tom said.

"Hey Harry, Hermia," Ginny said, her son Nick behind her.

"Hey Ginny, where's the crew?" asked Harry, looking behind Ginny.

"Drakes with Draco getting new robes, and Meadow, Shawn, and Summer are at Mum and Dad's for the day."

"Hey Nick, which house do you think you'll be in?" asked Hermia to Nick as her father and Ginny talked while they looked at books.

"I don't know. I want to be in Slytherin with Drake, but I want to be in Gryffindor like Mum wants," Nick said, running a hand through his strawberry-blonde hair.

"Hmm…let's see here, if you're in Slytherin, it'll make your dad happy, but if you're in Gryffindor, it'll make your mum happy. If I were you, I'd ignore both of them and hope to get sorted into Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw."

"But your family is easy though, if you all get into Gryffindor, both your parents will be happy."

"Not true. I don't know what house my biological mother would have wanted me in."

"Hermia, come on, let's pay for the books," Harry said.

"OK Daddy, I'm coming!" Hermia told her father before turning back to Nick. "Just clear your mind before you get sorted and let the Hat choose for you."

"OK Hermia, thanks. See you later," Nick said.

"Bye Nick."

Hermia caught up with her father in the line to purchase the books. What house would my mother have wanted me in? was all Hermia could think. I'll ask Dad later when we get home.

"So how'd you make out with the wands?" asked Harry to Hermione and Kasandra when they met up later in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Good Daddy, I got my wand on my second one," said Kasandra. "It's a Unicorn Hair Willow, ten inches!"

"Very good, Kay-C-P," Harry said.

Kasandra smiled.

"We ran into Aunt Ginny and your boyfriend when we were at Flourish and Blotts," Hermia said.

"Nick is not my boyfriend!" exclaimed Kasandra.

"How'd you know I was talking about Nick? I could have been talking about Drake."

"Because Nick and I are best friends and you teased me once before that he was my boyfriend."

"Fine Kasandra. He was having troubling deciding what house he should be in."

"Poor him, I want to be in Gryffindor like you are. And like Mum and Daddy were."

"You do Kasandra? That's great," Hermione said.

"You three, are you going home now, or what?" asked Harry impatiently by the Leaky Cauldron fireplace. He didn't know why they needed to talk so much all the time when he was trying to keep things moving along.

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"Daddy?" asked Hermia to Harry after supper that night.

"Yeah Hermia?" replied Harry, handing his youngest daughterJane the dishes to put away.

"Can we talk some more about my mum, it's just one question that I have."

"Of course we can Hermy-baby. You'll be fine, Angel-face?" asked Harry toJane as he ruffled her brown hair.

"Yes Daddy,"Jane replied.

Harry followed Hermia to her room and he sat at her computer desk's chair once more. "What d'you want to know Hermy-baby?"

"Do you know what house Mum would've wanted me in?"

Harry thought for a minute or two before answering. "She would've wanted you to be in whichever house you thought you belonged in."

"I thought she might have wanted me in Slytherin because of the whole Malfoy thing."

"Maybe, but she was only really close with Draco from the Malfoys. Now, is that your question that you wanted to ask me?"

"Yes, for now anyways."

"OK Hermy-baby."

"Thanks Dad," Hermia said, hugging Harry.

"You're welcome Hermy-baby," Harry said, hugging Hermia back, rubbing her back gently.

A/N: If anyone wants to know about any of the characters' children (the Potters', the Malfoys', or the Weasleys'), go to the main page of my website www dot geocities dot com slash mari underscore little underscore me(If it doesn't work, just go to my bio page, then click on my webpage site thing) then click on the link that says: "A New Beginning story characters" then it should show what kid belongs to who, and what year they were born.

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