I realized the other night that I have not yet given a title to this particular work. I'll get to work on that soon enough. In the mean time, I hope you enjoy chapter 2. I'll probably go back and rework both chapters one and two later, but I'd rather get 2 typed up first.
November first dawned clear and bright, a sense of jubilation and triumph running through the veins of 12 Grimmwauld Place as news of the Dark Lords' defeat became common knowledge throughout the Wizarding world. Hundreds of owls flitted about the skies over Great Britain, and fireworks lit up the countryside. Occasionally, wizards would receive letters from somewhat singed birds, but thought nothing of it.
Dumbledore stood over the crib of the young saviour, running her possible future through his weary head. It seemed like only a few hours had passed since that night in The Three Broomsticks, but in truth, nearly three months had passed since Sybill Trewlaney had predicted the events to occur on October 31st, last night.
His thoughts were interrupted by Arthur Weasley coming into the room. "Sorry to interrupt you sir, but Minevera is flooing from Hogwarts. She says it's about the arrangements."
"Ah, yes, thank you Arthur. Would you be so kind as to watch over the girl until I return?"
Seeing the nod of affirmation from the younger man, Albus moved down the stairs, almost nervous at the news that was soon to be delivered.
Entering the kitchen, he chuckled at the sight of young Sirus and Lily dancing about the room as James laughed at the two, yelling "Oy, hands off me wife!" whenever he managed to get a breath.
"Ah, there you are, Headmaster!" He heard McGonagall exclaim from the fireplace.
Carefully bending down to her level, he listened intently as she relayed her information to him, and when she was finished, he dismissed her with a gentle smile.
It took him a moment to gather himself once more to his full height, and he winced slightly as his arthritic knees moaned from the movement. He was still amazed that the wizarding community had yet to come up with a solution to some of the most common on ailments.
Sirius and Lily had now collapsed on the bench beside James and Molly was chuckling to herself as she finished working on the morning meal.
"No sign of Remus yet this morning?" Albus questioned, finding it decidedly curious that no one had yet seen the young werewolf.
"Probably fell asleep in the library again," Sirius replied. "I'll go wake him, sir."
"Oh no, no need for that. Let the man sleep. I must say, with roommates like you three, it's a wonder he gets any sleep at all." Albus was quick to note the blush that crept up James and Lily's cheeks, but he nearly laughed at the impish look that crossed Sirius' face.
"Will you be joining us for breakfast, Headmaster?" Molly questioned from her place by the stove.
"As much as I would love to my dear," he answered, moving towards the door, "I must be off. There are many details for the young one upstairs that still need to be finalized. Sirius, would you be so kind as to eat my portion for me? I'm sure you could use the extra energy."
Everyone in the room laughed and Albus heard Sirus' affirmative reply as Albus made his way back up the stairs towards Hermione's room.
He found Arthur gently rocking her, cooing softly as he did so. Albus could smell the faintest hint of baby powder, and assumed that Arthur had just changed her nappy.
"She's beautiful, isn't she? Such a shame that she's going to be marked forever."
Albus could only nod at Arthur's words, at once realizing that no matter what else happened to her, she would always be known as The Girl Who Lived.
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"We can't just give the girl away, Albus! She needs to stay with a proper wizarding family!"
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Albus contemplated his next words carefully before replying. "Every wizarding household in Great Britain is going to have an opinion on this girl, Minerva. No matter what we do, unless she continues to live as a muggle, she will NOT have a normal life as a child. Above all else, she must try to live as normal a life as possible. Things will be difficult enough for her when she returns to Hogwarts in a few years. Why should her childhood by the same way?"
He watched as Minerva slowly deflated, knowing that he was right, even if she didn't agree at all with his idea. "As always, Albus, you know what you are doing. I am sorry that I questioned you."
"Not at all," he chuckled, "I am happy that you were the first person I had to defend myself against; it will make convincing everyone else that much easier."
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"Up!" the girl exclaimed, staring into his eyes with utter trust reflected in her own mahogany orbs.
Smiling as he complied, he hugged the child in his arms carefully as he thought of what he was about to do.
"My dearest child, how I truly hope that one day you will forgive me for what I am about to do."
"Forgive you." she replied, and Albus found himself wondering once more just who exactly this child was going to be. Already she showed marked intelligence for her age; one could only guess at what was to come.
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Madam Robert scrutinized the gray haired man before her, the sleeping child in his arms snuffling quietly in her sleep.
"You must understand, Mr. Dumbledore, I am already overwhelmed with children. I cannot afford another child in my care. It would be even more unfair to those already here."
"I am willing to send additional funds to you each month if you agree to take this girl. I cannot care for her, and she has no family left who could do so. I beg of you, please-"
"All right!" Madam Robert cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "I hate seeing a grown man beg. I'll take her."
The smile that came across Dumbledore's face nearly took her breath away. It had been a very long time since she had seen something so... magical.
"I am eternally grateful to you, Madam. You have my thanks."
Depositing the still sleeping Hermione into Madam Robert's awaiting arms, Dumbledore turned from the room and made his exit.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she whispered to the sleeping child. Her only reply was a sleepy gurgle.
~End Chapter 2~
All right, I fully realized that I have written Dumbledore a little off character. He seems very reserved and hesitant about the child, which will all be explained in later chapters, I promise.
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