Chapter 1 : Daddy's Little Angel
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They both worked at the ministry, Harry was an Auror and Hermione a researcher in the Magical Creatures department.
“Mione?” Harry called, “We’re home!” Harry was greeted by silence, a silence that Auror training told him wasn’t good.
Lily gurgled happily and placed her hand on Harry’s cheek. She had dark hair and her father’s eyes. Harry took hold of Lily’s tiny hand and, kissing her fingers, he drew his baby girl closer to his chest protectively.
He walked upstairs, cautiously, looking around the top of the stairs before emerging onto the landing.
“Mione? Honey where are you?” Harry called warily. Lily gurgled again, “Shh Lily – Daddy’s looking for Mummy.”
Harry stepped around the slightly ajar door leading into his and Hermione’s bedroom. There on the bed, fast asleep, was Hermione.
This vision should have comforted Harry but the state of destruction the room was in begged to differ. The curtains were hanging in shreds over the window, clothes were strewn all over the floor and the dresser was upturned.
It was then that Harry noticed it. Above Hermione’s sleeping form was wispy grey smoke in the form of a skull with two snakes protruding from its mouth. It was the sign of the death eater. Harry, of course, recognised it straight away. Since killing Voldemort three years ago, Harry had been rounding up the remaining death eaters. These death eaters were still performing Voldemort’s work and unfortunately they were still recruiting.
“Hermione!” Harry exclaimed, rushing to her side with Lily still snuggled to his chest. He grabbed his wand and returned Hermione to consciousness.
“Mi?” Harry spoke as her eyes fluttered open.
Hermione furrowed her brow, “Who are you?”
Four Years Later
“What are we going to do today Daddy?” asked a four year old Lilly Potter.
“We,” Harry replied setting down a bowl of porridge in front of his daughter, “Are going to Diagon Alley.”
“Where’s that?” Lily stared at her dad with big, questioning, emerald eyes.
“It’s in London, Princess,” Harry sat across from Lily and began eating his own porridge.
They lived in a cottage on the outskirts of Hyde Park. It had two bedrooms, a small kitchen and a modest living room.
“We live in London, don’t we Daddy?” Lily piped up, through a mouthful of her breakfast. She was a very inquisitive child.
“Yes Lily, now don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Lily swallowed, “Sorry – Uncle Ron live in London?”
“You know where Uncle Ron lives. Remember, he runs the Leaky Cauldron now.”
“Oh yeah, now I remember – we gotta go there to get to diagonally.”
“It’s Diagon Alley, honey,” Harry stood and began clearing up the dishes.
“If Uncle Ron lives in London and we live in London and Aunt Ginny lives at The Burrow then where does Mummy live?”
“She lives in a special place that looks after her. C’mon we need to get you dressed.”
Ever since Hermione was attacked that night four years ago, she had been in St Mungo’s. Hermione had been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse to the point of amnesia. Any more and she would have suffered the same fate as Neville Longbottom’s parents.
Harry visited his wife often but was yet to take Lily with him. He didn’t want her to meet her mother only to not be welcomed and recognised.
Harry dressed Lily in a pair of pink overalls with a striped white and baby pink tee. While Lily put her sneakers on, Harry put her black ringlets into two pigtails. He could have used magic but always felt that the muggle way of doing some things showed Lily the extra affection she needed to make up for not having a mother.
“You’re all ready Lil,” Harry proclaimed.
“How do I look?” she asked dramatically as she twirled around.
“You look beautiful sweetie,” Harry replied laughing at the endearing face his daughter had displayed.
“What are we buying today?” Lily asked, slipping her hand into Harry’s much larger one.
“I need some potion ingredients and then we’ll go look at the new racing broom.”
“Can you buy me one?”
“No honey – maybe we’ll find something at Fred and George’s for you instead.”
Lily shrugged her shoulders and smiled, “OK.”
After collecting some potion ingredients from the apothecary the pair headed for Quality Quidditch Supplies to see the sleek new Lightwave.
“Daddy! I can’t see!” Lily stomped her foot indignantly.
Harry gave her an amused look and picking her up, placed her on his shoulders, “Better?” he asked.
“Oh, it’s so cool Daddy – I want one!”
“I already said no Lily,” Harry began walking to Fred and George’s with Lily still on his shoulders.
“Duck your head,” he said as they approached the door. Once inside he put Lily down and she ran off to see the window display of self-fighting pillows. The large colourful pillows were currently bashing at each other, feathers flying everywhere.
“Can you guys watch her a while?” Harry asked.
“Sure,” Fred said, “Going to see Hermione?”
“Use our fireplace – out back,” George jerked his thumb towards the store room.
Hermione’s case of amnesia was so severe that a memory replenishing potion had little to no effect. The only way to cure her completely was triggering her memory with something familiar.
Harry had tried perfumes, photos and everything else he could think of. He was now, systematically, telling Hermione every story of their lives. He had recounted seven years at Hogwarts and now was telling her the story of their wedding.
“You looked like an angel Hermione,” Harry recalled.
“Did I? I wish I could remember.”
“I better let you get some sleep,” Harry suggested. He squeezed Hermione’s hand and returned to the foyer to floo back to Diagon Alley.
“Daddy?” Lily asked that night as she climbed into bed.
“Yes Princess?” Harry tucked the blankets around Lily’s chin.
“Mummy’s alive isn’t she?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Why don’t I get to see her?”
“Because she’s sick.”
“Some bad people put terrible spells on her a long time ago.” Harry didn’t want to lie to his daughter and he knew that she’d ask these questions one day.
“Can I see her?” Lily whispered.
“You really want to huh?”
“Yes. Everyone’s meant to have a mummy. Didn’t you have one?”
“I did but she died when I was a baby.”
“What was her name?” Lily cocked her head on her pillow.
“Lily.” Harry said quietly.
“Same as me?”
“Yes, you were named after her,” Harry said as Lily’s eyes began to flutter shut, “Goodnight Lily.”
“I wanna see mummy,” Lily whispered before falling asleep.
'Maybe it is time to take Lily to see Hermione' Harry thought as he left Lily’s room.
The next morning Harry dressed Lily in a frilly green dress and black buckle up shoes. He put a green band in her brushed out curls.
“How do I look Daddy?” she asked as she did every morning. It was a game they always played.
“Like an angel,” Harry smiled.
“Where are we going?”
“To see Mummy.”
“Really?” Lily’s eyes lit up.
“Before we go, I want to tell you something,” Harry sat on Lily’s bed and lifted her into his lap. Lily looked up at him curiously.
“When the bad people hurt Mummy,” Harry started, playing with one of Lily’s curls, “The spells they used made her lose her memory. Do you understand?”
“So she forgets stuff?”
“Yes but not little things like forgetting to brush your teeth,” he tweaked Lily’s nose and she giggled, “Mummy doesn’t remember anything. Nothing form school or work. She doesn’t even remember me or you.”
“Really?” Lily made a small O with her mouth.
“Yes. Really. But I want you to understand that Mummy does love you, just as much as I love you.”
“Lily nodded, “I love you too. Daddy? How can she remember again?”
“If she sees something special it could make her better.”
“What about my teddy?”
“That might work,” Harry smiled, “Let’s go.”
Harry lead Lily into Hermione’s room, “Mione? I’d like you to meet someone.”
Lily stepped out from behind Harry and, in a shy voice, said, “Hi Mummy.”
She walked to the bed and put her teddy down next to Hermione.
“Hello Lily,” Hermione smiled.
Harry started. He hadn’t mentioned Lily to Hermione yet, “Hermione, do you know who she is?” Harry asked excitedly.
“Of course I do Harry! She’s our daughter. Born on October 21st 2001.”
Harry beamed as Lily turned to him, “She remembers doesn’t she Daddy?”
“Yes Lily, she does.”
“My teddy worked!” Lily squealed jumping into Hermione’s arms and receiving the first hug from her mother in four years.
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