New Beginning

A/N : Anyone know any good names for the Baby Granger??? Willing to have someone name this little boy.


Chapter 1

It had been four years since the trio graduated from Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron’s relationship had progressed into one that was great and exciting at the same time, until they found out that Hermione couldn’t have children.is wis was something Ron couldn’t accept. He walked out of her life, and never looked back. Hermione had been just as crushed as he had been, if not worse. She had always wanted children. That night she had found Harry; all three of them had gone to the University. The three of them had gotten an apartment off the campus. Hermione and Ron had moved out when their relationship had grown to the point that Harry told them to leave, he didn’t want to be the third wheel. Hermione and Ron had accepted this and found an apartment on their own. But she found herself back in Harry’s apartment once again, crying her eyes out and laying everything out to Harry.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do Harry.”

“Just live your life, Hermione.” Harry sat in the darkened corner of the room. Hermione looked up at him. This had been his favorite past time, she had observed, Harry clung to the shadows of any room he was in. It scared her at times to see her friend this way, she knew he was hurting inside, but he would never talk about it. Something that she longed for him to do.

“I want children Harry.”

“Then adopt. It’s not the end of the world.”

Hermione laughed. She had brought the same subject up with Ron, the subject repulsed him, and he was revolted about raising another’s child. For her it wouldn’t really matter, she didn’t mind, but she knew a single Witch wouldn’t be allowed to adopt a child on her own.

“How can I, Harry?”

The look Harry gave her scared her; he had a half snarl going on, one that reminded her of their beloved Potion’s master back at Hogwarts. His eyes were half shut as he studied her.

“How badly do you want a child?”

Bad enough that I would consider adopting, Hermione thought to herself.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I have it in my power to get what you want. I’ll ask again. How badly do you want a child?”

Hermione’s heart started to race. She didn’t understand where he was going with this. At times Harry really could scare her, she knew he had a great childhood, knew that it affected him, affected him in such a way that he always seemed to walk a fine line on the dark side of the world. This was one thing that she liked about Harry, but she would never tell him. She had told Ron once, and he blew up at her, telling her flirting with darkness only brought about despair. But she couldn’t help herself, she had been attracted to that, she was only thankful that she never told her friends that she had a fleeting crush on their Potion’s Professor in her fifth and sixth year, Ron came around at the end of their sixth year so that her crush was pushed to the back of her mind. Her mind was brought back to the topic at hand, just how far was she willing to go to get what she wanted.

“Is it legal?”

Harry’s dark brooding laugh filled the room and Hermione shivered.

“It’s not illegal if that suits you.”

Hermione stood and started pacing around the room, this was something knew to her. Harry was always skirting just this side of the law now. It had scared her and she had told him so just a few months back. She thought the reason had been because Harry had missed the adventures he had when he was in Hogwarts. But for the last few years, it was more than that; Hermione felt it was how he was raised. She turned and looked back at her friend, he had been watching her, and the glimpse of hope was in his eyes.

“How can you get a child Harry?”

For the first time she saw a relief was over her friend, something she hadn’t seen in a long time. She didn’t understand how one question, even a simple one could cause that reaction in him.

“Not very hard Hermione.” Harry pulled out a bottle and swirled the liquid within it.

“Harry, what is that?”

His eyes had a crazy lust to them as he looked at the bottle.

“Innocence.”

He spoke barely above a whisper. Hermione had to strain to hear him. She walked closer to him and knelt down looking up into those lustful and hopeful eyes.

“Harry, is that a de-aging potion?”

Harry glanced at her, he didn’t say a word, but Hermione knew she was correct.

“Harry, why would you want to take something like that?”

For the rest of the night, Hermione listened to Harry. Actually seeing him for the first time, hearing about his life and everything he had been through, she knew why he longed for innocence it was something he never had. Harry had told her of the abuse that the Dursley’s caused him, showed her all his scars. What hurt Hermione even more were the scars that would never heal, the ones over Harry’srt, rt, the one’s that he truly longed to have healed. Even Hermione wanted to sooth that aching in his heart. The night had been long, and Harry had fallen asleep in Hermione’s lap, his head resting their, Hermione found herself caressing that messy black head. She let herself cry, cry for all the wrong doings that Voldemort had caused Harry. Cry for even her parents that had been taken from her.

Hermione stayed awake that night, Harry had asked, he was more than willing to become innocent again. If it was possible, she couldn’t believe that he was so willing that he would give Hermione something that she longed for and something that he longed for at the same time. She loved Harry, she always had. But it was never more than a friend’s love, at times she wanted it to go more than that, but it had never felt right, she looked back down at Harry. This was something he wanted; she could see how much he wanted this. But he had also told her his fears, of why he hadn’t taken the potion sooner, he didn’t want to go to an orphanage, he wanted someone to take him right away. He begged Hermione to think about it, he told her he knew that she wouldn’t allow anything to happen to him, and that he would love giving her something she couldn’t give herself.

Hermione’s mind reeled, she was working things out. She had to find out just how long Harry had been carrying that potion around with him. Slipping away from Harry she left him a note, told him she needed to look some things up in the library at the University. If this was going to happen she wanted to make sure there were no mistakes. They were dealing with Harry’s life, and she didn’t want anything to go wrong with this.

It had been a long week of studying, exams were done and finished. Harry and Hermione were done with the University; she had a degree in Charms, and one in Potions. The only thing they had left to do was to graduate from the University. Hermione and Harry both received their degrees, that night they were in his apartment. That week both of them had worked out a way that would ensure Hermione would be able to adopt the child. Harry had come up with a brilliant plan and both of them had searched through records. Hermione now had full access to his vault at Gringotts, she had a letter pinned by Harry giving up the child to her, and that it was all legal. Hermione would be a mother, one thing she longed to be, and Harry would have his innocence back.

Both of them sat and looked at the green bottle on the table, that little bottle held a lot inside, hopes, dreams, fears, and desire. It held a world within it.

“Are you really sure, Harry?”

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this Hermione. Nothing can go wrong. The potions life is five years. I have to take it soon or we have to make another batch.”

Harry looked from the bottleher her and down to the diaper bag. They had gone shopping, both of them together. He had picked out stuff along with her, it was rather funny buying clothes that was to small for himself, but he had gotten a kick out of it. Hermione had watched, she was excited, but at the same time was very scared of this whole situation. She wanted this, she knew, Harry wanted it.

“Now or never Hermione.” Harry stated.

Hermione picked up the bottle. She swirled the contents around in the bottle, Harry had shown her another potion, one that floored her, that one they brewed together, it would make Harry really hers, it was designed for the child to drink it. It would make her his biological mother. It would change his total make up and one that was allowed under wizarding law for the adoptive parents to do. Ron didn’t look to far into the world of adoption and everything that could be done. But Harry had, he had done this every since he left Hogwarts, Harry knew the ins and outs of everything when it came to adopting and changing the make-up of a child. He was an expert at this stuff. Hermione gave him the bottle and Harry uncorked it. The hiss of air released the seal and made both of them jump, they both ful full of nerves.

Harry put the bottle to his lips giving her a smile; he downed the contents of the bottle in one gulp. Hermione watched as Harry’s form started changing and shrinking before her eyes. It didn’t take long and there was a squalling child in the middle of robes, Harry’s robes. Hermione’s heart broke right then and there and picked up the squalling child that looked to be just under two years old. The potion was to take Harry back to the day he lost his innocence both of them figured it would take him back to the age that Voldemort had cast the killing curse on him. They were right. Harry wa sma small and so cute. Hermione couldn’t resist holding him up to her chest and soothing that cry that emanated from him. Hermione put him in a diaper and the clothes they had bought. She sat down on the couch in the apartment and just stared at Harry in awe.

“Well little man? First thing we do in the morning is get you adopted.”

Harry cooed at her. Hermione couldn’t help but grin.