"Oh, Hermione? The baby needs a diaper change."
"Malfoy! Take a little responsibility!" Hermione yelled to her husband. Why oh why did she agree to marry that idiot? Why did she try to make him take some responsibility for she and Harry's three-year-old?
"Honey! It's your baby! Not mine!" Malfoy yelled back. He *was* right. Technically, he was Harry's kid, but since his mysterious disappearance three years ago, she only had Malfoy and baby Sally. Ever since Ron became the Minister of Magic, she hadn't seen him much, either.
"MALFOY CHANGE THE BABY YOURSELF! I AM BUSY!"
Malfoy sneered and took the Sally to her room. Hermione added the pasta to the water and stirred listlessly. Where was Harry Potter?
~*~
Harry looked sadly over the bars of the cell. He was imprisoned for absolutely nothing. Just being powerful and working tirelessly against the Dark Arts. He hated the Wizard called Zyvareen, but had no power in the cell. It was enchanted to deprive him of all his power. Harry was like a muggle in a box.
"Zyvareen? Why won't you just let me go and take away my powers. It's a simple spell." He begged.
'Then I could go back to Hermione,' he thought, hoping his plea would be answered.
"As if Potter!" Zyvareen scowled.
"I have a child, and… and… Hermione."
"Oh… that explains it. I think I'll just let my worst enemy go. Ok." Zyvareen drawled sarcastically.
Harry bowed his head and cried. There was no hope for him.
~*~
Hermione grabbed her wand and walked to her room. Her green suitcase floated down onto the bed. She tossed some clothes, her stuff, and diapers and clothes for Sally into the bag. She grabbed Harry's old Firebolt-he had given it to her before he disappeared- and strapped Sally's car seat to it. She plucked Sally from Draco's arms and put her in.
Hermione marched out the door in tears. She kissed Sally's head and mounted the Firebolt. They swung into the air and Hermione pointed it towards Hogwarts.
~*~
She knocked twice on the huge oak front doors. A lady dressed in black with straight black hair opened it with much effort.
"Hermione?"
"McGonagall! Oh thank goodness!"
"Hermione. I was never expecting to see you here…So this is Sally? She looks so much like Harry."
A tear slid down Hermione's cheek. She missed Harry so much. McGonagall hugged her sweetly.
"Draco throw you out?"
"No. I left. He's terrible. I don't know what I ever saw in him."
McGonagall handed her a frilly handkerchief. Hermione wept into it.
"Hey dear, I suppose we could find you some place to sleep tonight. I know Neville lives in Hogsmeade. I can give you directions." Hermione nodded and cuddled Sally.
~*~
"Ring…." Hermione pushed Neville's doorbell.
"Hermione! What a surprise. Come in, come in."
"I'm so sorry Neville. I don't want to dump on you, but.."
"Hey. Friends don't care. I have an extra bedroom down the hall. I of course have to teach tomorrow, but you can stay as long as you want." Neville pushed his glasses up his nose and brushed back his neatly cut bangs. "Hermione, make yourself comfortable."
Sally cooed and Hermione gave Neville a weak smile. Neville grinned and picked up her suitcase as she walked to the spare room.
Hermione fell asleep to Sally's soft snoring.
~*~
Zyvareen gave Harry a sidelong glance as the man slept. That scar, that hair, those glasses. The kid he had grown up admiring was now his enemy. And only because Zyvareen had been sucked into the dark world of the Dark Arts. He wanted to let Harry go, but that would mean admitting his mistake and trying to go back to the Lighter side.
He thought about it. He wanted to. But he was afraid. What would his master say? Would he be killed? Mocked? Shunned? Forced to live as a muggle?
~*~
Hermione woke up to Sally's wails. It was nearly 9 a.m. and she had no idea where she was. She blinked thrice and sat up. "Oh yah! We're at Neville's house!" she thought sadly.
Sally cooed when Hermione held her tight. The door opened slowly and Neville's head poked through.
"Breakfast, Hermione?"
She smiled and nodded. She gathered Sally and walked to the kitchen. Neville placed a plate of eggs and ham in front of her.
"Thanks, Neville, you don't know how much this means to me."
"Your welcome Hermione."
~*~
Harry awoke and stared into Zyvareen's eyes. The man was asleep and Harry studied him. He had deep copperish hair, and deep green eyes. He looked scared and tired, as if being ripped apart by either arm. He actually seemed quite friendly-as if he had been sucked in and couldn't get out. Harry hung his head and prayed. But, he felt, there was no one to answer them.
~*~
Hermione thanked Neville and gave him a light peck on the cheek. He smiled and gave Hermione a friendly hug. She gathered her bag and flew off on the Firebolt.
~*~
She entered the enormous Ministry of Magic building skeptically and walked to the elevator. Other than the baby's carriage she only carried her suitcase. The secretary stopped her as she began to find Ron's office.
"Who are you looking to see?"
"Ron Weasley."
"Oh, the Minister, he has a busy schedule, could you come back tomorrow around 1 p.m.?"
"No. This is an emergency."
"He has a schedule, miss… miss…"
"Granger.--"
"Hermione?! Oh my gosh! Ron will see you immediately. I'll go tell him." Said the secretary, someone Hermione vaguely recognized from Hogwarts. Lavender, maybe?
Ronald Weasley stepped from his office and shook her hand cordially. He guided her into his office, shut the door, and grabbed her into a giant bear-hug.
"Hermione. Where have you been? I've been trying to contact you for a year!"
"Think Ron. Who did I leave behind?"
"Oh yah, Malfoy. How on earth did you manage to get with that idiot? Is this ya'll's kid?" Ron asked beaming.
"Uh kinda. Not technically, but…"
"You mean Harry? While you two were at Hogwarts? Oh great wizards!" Ron laughed. "Just wondering but have you heard a word from Harry?"
"No. I was hoping you had."
"Nope. I've been trying to track him down." Ron's face fell.
Where O where was the boy who lived?
~*~
"So you see Ron, I was hoping you and Samantha [Ron's Wife] would take care of Sally for me."
"I suppose it would be fine. How long?"
" Two weeks. I'm going to find Harry."
"Is that so?" Ron said skeptically.
~*~
Now both Harry and Zyvareen slept. The two both dreamed of what they wanted. Harry his child and lover, Zyvareen his freedom form the Dark Arts.
~*~
Hermione ran from the Ministry, her suitcase, wand, and Harry's Firebolt in her hands. She was looking for that mysterious dark-haired man.
(Oh gosh, I even got an Oldie in there!)
Please don't flame me over Harry and Hermione, and Ron's reply to "Not technically," It's a little more grown up then some fanfic. Any problems? You can e-mail [email protected] or leave a polite reply. It's better to e-mail me if you have questions.
~*~
"Malfoy! Take a little responsibility!" Hermione yelled to her husband. Why oh why did she agree to marry that idiot? Why did she try to make him take some responsibility for she and Harry's three-year-old?
"Honey! It's your baby! Not mine!" Malfoy yelled back. He *was* right. Technically, he was Harry's kid, but since his mysterious disappearance three years ago, she only had Malfoy and baby Sally. Ever since Ron became the Minister of Magic, she hadn't seen him much, either.
"MALFOY CHANGE THE BABY YOURSELF! I AM BUSY!"
Malfoy sneered and took the Sally to her room. Hermione added the pasta to the water and stirred listlessly. Where was Harry Potter?
~*~
Harry looked sadly over the bars of the cell. He was imprisoned for absolutely nothing. Just being powerful and working tirelessly against the Dark Arts. He hated the Wizard called Zyvareen, but had no power in the cell. It was enchanted to deprive him of all his power. Harry was like a muggle in a box.
"Zyvareen? Why won't you just let me go and take away my powers. It's a simple spell." He begged.
'Then I could go back to Hermione,' he thought, hoping his plea would be answered.
"As if Potter!" Zyvareen scowled.
"I have a child, and… and… Hermione."
"Oh… that explains it. I think I'll just let my worst enemy go. Ok." Zyvareen drawled sarcastically.
Harry bowed his head and cried. There was no hope for him.
~*~
Hermione grabbed her wand and walked to her room. Her green suitcase floated down onto the bed. She tossed some clothes, her stuff, and diapers and clothes for Sally into the bag. She grabbed Harry's old Firebolt-he had given it to her before he disappeared- and strapped Sally's car seat to it. She plucked Sally from Draco's arms and put her in.
Hermione marched out the door in tears. She kissed Sally's head and mounted the Firebolt. They swung into the air and Hermione pointed it towards Hogwarts.
~*~
She knocked twice on the huge oak front doors. A lady dressed in black with straight black hair opened it with much effort.
"Hermione?"
"McGonagall! Oh thank goodness!"
"Hermione. I was never expecting to see you here…So this is Sally? She looks so much like Harry."
A tear slid down Hermione's cheek. She missed Harry so much. McGonagall hugged her sweetly.
"Draco throw you out?"
"No. I left. He's terrible. I don't know what I ever saw in him."
McGonagall handed her a frilly handkerchief. Hermione wept into it.
"Hey dear, I suppose we could find you some place to sleep tonight. I know Neville lives in Hogsmeade. I can give you directions." Hermione nodded and cuddled Sally.
~*~
"Ring…." Hermione pushed Neville's doorbell.
"Hermione! What a surprise. Come in, come in."
"I'm so sorry Neville. I don't want to dump on you, but.."
"Hey. Friends don't care. I have an extra bedroom down the hall. I of course have to teach tomorrow, but you can stay as long as you want." Neville pushed his glasses up his nose and brushed back his neatly cut bangs. "Hermione, make yourself comfortable."
Sally cooed and Hermione gave Neville a weak smile. Neville grinned and picked up her suitcase as she walked to the spare room.
Hermione fell asleep to Sally's soft snoring.
~*~
Zyvareen gave Harry a sidelong glance as the man slept. That scar, that hair, those glasses. The kid he had grown up admiring was now his enemy. And only because Zyvareen had been sucked into the dark world of the Dark Arts. He wanted to let Harry go, but that would mean admitting his mistake and trying to go back to the Lighter side.
He thought about it. He wanted to. But he was afraid. What would his master say? Would he be killed? Mocked? Shunned? Forced to live as a muggle?
~*~
Hermione woke up to Sally's wails. It was nearly 9 a.m. and she had no idea where she was. She blinked thrice and sat up. "Oh yah! We're at Neville's house!" she thought sadly.
Sally cooed when Hermione held her tight. The door opened slowly and Neville's head poked through.
"Breakfast, Hermione?"
She smiled and nodded. She gathered Sally and walked to the kitchen. Neville placed a plate of eggs and ham in front of her.
"Thanks, Neville, you don't know how much this means to me."
"Your welcome Hermione."
~*~
Harry awoke and stared into Zyvareen's eyes. The man was asleep and Harry studied him. He had deep copperish hair, and deep green eyes. He looked scared and tired, as if being ripped apart by either arm. He actually seemed quite friendly-as if he had been sucked in and couldn't get out. Harry hung his head and prayed. But, he felt, there was no one to answer them.
~*~
Hermione thanked Neville and gave him a light peck on the cheek. He smiled and gave Hermione a friendly hug. She gathered her bag and flew off on the Firebolt.
~*~
She entered the enormous Ministry of Magic building skeptically and walked to the elevator. Other than the baby's carriage she only carried her suitcase. The secretary stopped her as she began to find Ron's office.
"Who are you looking to see?"
"Ron Weasley."
"Oh, the Minister, he has a busy schedule, could you come back tomorrow around 1 p.m.?"
"No. This is an emergency."
"He has a schedule, miss… miss…"
"Granger.--"
"Hermione?! Oh my gosh! Ron will see you immediately. I'll go tell him." Said the secretary, someone Hermione vaguely recognized from Hogwarts. Lavender, maybe?
Ronald Weasley stepped from his office and shook her hand cordially. He guided her into his office, shut the door, and grabbed her into a giant bear-hug.
"Hermione. Where have you been? I've been trying to contact you for a year!"
"Think Ron. Who did I leave behind?"
"Oh yah, Malfoy. How on earth did you manage to get with that idiot? Is this ya'll's kid?" Ron asked beaming.
"Uh kinda. Not technically, but…"
"You mean Harry? While you two were at Hogwarts? Oh great wizards!" Ron laughed. "Just wondering but have you heard a word from Harry?"
"No. I was hoping you had."
"Nope. I've been trying to track him down." Ron's face fell.
Where O where was the boy who lived?
~*~
"So you see Ron, I was hoping you and Samantha [Ron's Wife] would take care of Sally for me."
"I suppose it would be fine. How long?"
" Two weeks. I'm going to find Harry."
"Is that so?" Ron said skeptically.
~*~
Now both Harry and Zyvareen slept. The two both dreamed of what they wanted. Harry his child and lover, Zyvareen his freedom form the Dark Arts.
~*~
Hermione ran from the Ministry, her suitcase, wand, and Harry's Firebolt in her hands. She was looking for that mysterious dark-haired man.
(Oh gosh, I even got an Oldie in there!)
Please don't flame me over Harry and Hermione, and Ron's reply to "Not technically," It's a little more grown up then some fanfic. Any problems? You can e-mail [email protected] or leave a polite reply. It's better to e-mail me if you have questions.
~*~