One Month Later
“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” Hermione asked James.
“Yes mum, I have everything,” James answered his mother patiently.
“Alright then, your father and I will see you at school,” Hermione said while leaning over to kiss James’s forehead. “Have fun!” James acknowledged his mother with a nod of his head and then he disappeared into t e crowd. Hermione sighed, her children were growing up so fast. As she walked down the crowded corridor of the train, a child’s face caught her eye. She turned to look as he walked in the opposite direction. He was tall for his age, and looked to be about eleven. He was very handsome, dark hair and eyes, and he also looked very familiar. Hermione racked her brain as she headed to her compartment, trying to place why he looked so familiar. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she almost walked past the compartment where Harry and Lily were. Hermione stopped, backtracked, and entered the compartment where Harry was reading a book with a sleeping Lily against his chest.
“Did you see James off?” Harry asked as he made room for Hermione on the other side of himself. Hermione nodded, and sat down next to Harry and laid her head down on his shoulder. As Hermione buried her head in Harry’s shoulder, she inhaled deeply; she loved the way Harry smelled. Harry sensed that when Hermione had come into the compartment, she had been deep in thought. He had watched out of the corner of his eye as she had walked past the compartment, and then retrace her steps.
“Is everything alright?” Harry questioned her, smoothing her hair down. Hermione shook her head, keeping her thoughts to herself; she didn’t want to him worry. Hermione eventually fell asleep on Harry’s shoulder, where she stayed until the train pulled into Hogsmeade.
Harry carried his sleeping daughter to his and Hermione’s room. She had fallen asleep on the train, and had stayed like that for the rest of the trip. As Harry laid her down on her bed, he gently felt her forehead, worried that she might be getting sick. She felt a little warm, but nothing to be worried about. Harry covered Lily up and kissed her forehead, and then he left to go join Hermione down in the Great Hall.
Hermione took at seat up at the head table, amazed at the difference in perspective. Harry joined her a few minutes later.
”I checked Lily’s head, and she felt a bit warm,” Harry told Hermione.
”Do you think that she’s getting sick?” Hermione asked with concern. Lily had always been prone to getting sick ever since she was born. In first grade, she had missed a whole month of school because she had mono.
”I hope not,” Harry said. A sick child was the last thing that he and Hermione needed with their new jobs. Their conversation was cut short, however, when McGonagall came through the doors followed by the first years. Harry spotted his son right away, he was talking to a tall, dark haired boy.
“Now, when I call your name, you will come up and sit down and place the hat on your head,” McGonagall announced to the first years. “Ayres, Latica.” And so the list went, Harry and Hermione smiled and clapped along with the other teachers, until McGonagall reached the L’s. “Lestrange, Tom,” McGonagall called, and the boy whom Hermione had seen on the train and James had been talking to stepped foreword. The hat didn’t even have to touch his head.
“Slytherin,” the Sorting Hat called. Hermione reached for Harry’s hand. No wonder the boy had looked somewhat familiar; he looked just like his father had when he was young. He looked like a young Tom Marvolo Riddle.
”Oh Harry,” was all Hermione managed to say. Harry caught Dumbledore’s eye, and Dumbledore gave him a look that clearly said, ‘we’ll talk later’. Then it was James’s turn. The hat was put on his head, and after a few moments of silence, James was sorted.
“Gryffindor,” the Sorting Hat announced. Harry and Hermione smiled at each other as they watched their son take his seat among the other Gryffindor’s.
Hermione looked around the empty corridor, and snuck towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. She muttered the password and entered the common room, which instantly became silent when she entered.
“Where is James Potter?” She asked. A girl, who looked to be about a third year answered her.
“All the first year boys are in their dorm.”
“Thank you,” Hermione said, and headed towards the spiral staircase. When she reached the first year dorm, she knocked on the door. James answered.
“Oh Professor Potter,” he said in surprise.
“James, I need to talk to you. You know that boy you were talking to when you came into the Great Hall? You must never speak to him again.”
“Why?” James asked. “He’s nice.”
“James no, you can’t talk to him. First of all, he’s a Slytherin. Second of all, do you remember the stories I told you about your father’s enemy, and about what happened after you were born? Well, Tom is Voldemort’s son.” James gaped at his mother.
“Are you serious?” James asked.
“Yes, you must stay away from him. If he’s anything like his mother and father, he’s evil. We also think that he was raised by the Malfoy’s. Do you understand?” Hermione said.
“Yes mother,” James answered.
“Alright, go back to your dorm, goodnight,” Hermione said as she ruffled James hair. ”I just hope we did the right thing,” Hermione thought to Harry.
”Don’t worry, we did,” Harry answered her.
A/N: Sorry that this chapter took so long. Bit of writer’s block along with band and school. I will be quicker with the next chapter, I promise.
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