Summary:

5th year. Harry fathers a child, a child that no one really knew about. Dumbledore and Mrs. Wesley don't believe that the child is really Harry's but a trap set by Voldemort. Who is right, Harry...or Dumbledore.

There is going to be some slight bashing of almost every character in the books. The only one that will be exempt is Hagrid and the twins and maybe a few others and Harry of course.

Also, this is the winner of poll that was on my profile page, or I should at least say it comes in number one. All I do is remove the one in the lead and then post it's first chapter either on here or on AO3, allowing the other votes that people worked and voted so hard for to still remain.

It was a gray dreary day, large engraved stones holding their silent vigils. But there was not just tombstones standing there today, but a small gathering of people, huddled around three mounds of earth.

The people were all dressed in black, save one man wearing white, speaking somber words and reading from a leather bound, well kept book. Towards the front of the crowd, near long wooden boxes besides the mounds of earth, there was a bespectacled young man holding a small tiny infant. He was wearing a long black cloak, and a faded black shirt and pants underneath. He looked on, his gaze upon the smaller casket but it was a far away look that seemed to haunt his eyes.

The baby, not knowing that this was a somber occasion, gurgled happily and reached up to touch the glasses glinting above her. She herself was also wearing a black dress, with gentle white lace lining it, her eyes seemed to glint with the same brilliant tint of emerald that the one holding her shared and that wasn't the only thing that they shared, their eyes.

They were both a brilliant shade of emerald, one shining and twinkling with unbridled joy, the other slightly clouded with grief.

As the pastor before them finished his sermon and the others passed by him, placing flowers on each of the silent coffins, they patted the boy's shoulder and whispered their condolences. A few made to take the baby into their arms, but the boy pulled back, holding onto the babe tighter. The one that reached out, pulled back as well, and then slowly walked away.

The priest came over and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"We were prepared for the loss, but it was too soon, and to lose her parents as well...I'm very sorry, Harry." said the priest solemnly.

The raven haired youth nodded.

"Now you face a brand new trial, you need to raise this little one. But you don't need to do it alone, you may have lost the support of Grace's family, but your family will be able to..."

"I don't have a family, she's all I have, and I'm all she has." said Harry softly as he brushed a small fringe of hair off to the side of the little girl's forehead.

"What about her godfather?" asked the priest with a frown.

"He did nothing to prevent this." said Harry with a growl. "But perhaps there is someone I can ask for some advice."

"What do you mean Harry's gone?" asked Sirius slamming a fist down at the table in Grimmauld Place.

It was a few days before Harry's fifteenth birthday, Sirius wanted to bring Harry to Headquarters and celebrate the first birthday he was able to since Harry was a baby. He had missed out on so much and wanted to celebrate with his godson properly.

"He wasn't there." said Remus soothingly. "We spread out and tried to find him, I'm just here to report it to Dumbledore." he nodded to the elderly man sitting at the table. "I'm going out to try and find him."

He took a piece of chicken off the plate and turned around and left the room, ripping it apart with his teeth, agitation evident on his face. Sirius sat down in his chair and fidgeted nervously.

"I...I'm sure he's fine." said Bill nervously.

"I don't need assurances, I need Harry here." said Sirius shortly. "I need to know that he's safe and that he's not...not..."

Dumbledore's eyes didn't leave his hands, Arabella told him that he was there this morning, and this afternoon he had left with a small bundle and wearing his wizard robes..where on earth could he have gone? Did he leave by his free will, or was he coerced into leaving Privet Drive?

He had received word from Harry towards the beginning of summer, asking to look into the protection of a girl named Grace, but there was so much to do in protecting the rest of the Britain's wizarding world that he didn't have the time to find her and place the requested protection. He told the boy, weeks later, to have her come to Hogwarts if he was worried, but he heard nothing further.

Suddenly, a silver lynx appeared in the middle of the room, directly over the pot full of stew that was to be their dinner.

"That's Kingsley!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Found Harry, he was at the Burrow, I'll bring them to Headquarters."

"Thank Mer...hang on...did he say 'them'?" said Mrs. Weasley. "Who else could be with him?"

"I believe, that it might be a person named Grace." said Dumbledore thoughtfully.

"Who's Grace?" asked Sirius.

"Someone who wishes asylum at Hogwarts." said Dumbledore. "However, it may be beneficial to send her onto Hogwarts. Having more than the necessary ears here would not be wise..."

Soon, the sound of the front door opening and shutting echoed down in the kitchen, alerting them to someone who had just arrived. "Is he here? Is he..." said Sirius standing up quickly.

"We will find out in a moment." said Dumbledore with a warm smile. From where they sat, they heard another door open and shut from the floor above and then the front door opened once more. Kingsley and Remus then came into the kitchen, Kingsley's face looked slightly paler, while Remus looked confused.

"Wh-Where's Harry?" asked Sirius looking behind Kingsley and Remus, hoping to see the familiar messy mop of hair of his godson, but he didn't see any sign of him.

"He's...he's in the parlor." said Kingsley wiping his hand down his face slowly. "He'll be down in just a few moments."

"Is he alright?" said Mrs. Weasley worriedly.

"He's fine...and...well...maybe you'd better wait and see for yourself." said Kingsley.

"Has he been injured at all?" asked Dumbledore, slightly rising from his seat.

"No." said Kingsley. "He's...well..."

The door opened once again, a young raven haired youth came in backwards, easing the door with his foot.

"Harry!" said Sirius. "You're alright!"

"Shh!" said Harry quickly in a hushed voice. "You'll wake her."

"My mother can't hear all the way down here." said Sirius dismissing the notion.

"Not your mother..." he turned around, in his arms was a small baby girl, she was wrapped in a warm pink blanket and had a sparkling green bow in her thin black hair. "her."

The people in the kitchen, Dumbledore, Sirius, Bill, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley all stared at the bundle.

"Where...Where did that baby come from?" said Sirius, looking as if the baby had just become a bird in Harry's arms.

"Oh the poor thing, here, Harry...I'll take her." said Mrs. Weasley coming over with her arms outstretched.

"We're fine." said Harry, taking a step backwards. "She just needs her bottle."

Dumbledore looked down at the infant in the boy's arm, confusion painted across his face. Where did this infant come from, how did Harry come into possession of her? A thought then crossed his mind...a terrible thought. Harry was a gentle, selfless soul...could Voldemort be so...low that he would use an infant to get close to the boy? Of course he was.

"Harry..." said Dumbledore looking down at his fingers, not willing to risk to look into Harry's eyes.

Harry turned to look at the Headmaster, but was slightly hurt when he wouldn't look at him. The old man keep his gaze firmly at his hands and would not raise them.

"Yes sir?"

"Where did this child come from?" asked Dumbledore.

"She's mine sir." said Harry simply, his voice cold.

"Potter...a child is not a pet." said Snape waspishly as he glared at the boy, but unlike the Headmaster as he avoided Harry's eyes, Snape avoided looking at the babe.

"That's not what I meant sir," said Harry with a roll of his eyes.

"Then what do you mean?" asked Bill.

"She's my daughter." said Harry.

The room became silent.

"Wh-What?" said Sirius.

"You're only fifteen!" shrieked Mrs. Weasley staring at the boy in shock.

Unfortunately, due to Mrs. Weasley's loud voice, it awoke the baby that was sleeping in Harry's arms. The poor thing began to cry loudly.

"Shh...shh...it's okay..." said Harry to the little baby in his arms as he rocked and bounced her gently. Harry tried to shush the babe in his arms, and looked over to the adults in the room sternly. "Can you talk a little softer?"

"Harry...where did that baby come from?" said Mr. Weasley weakly, talking in the hushed tone that complied with Harry's wish.

"With seven kids I thought you'd figure that out by now." said Harry with a chuckle.

"Harry!" said Sirius, though the sides of his mouth were twitching, even Mr. Weasley chuckled, with a faint blush. Bill turned a slight greenish tint as he avoided his parent's eyes.

"Harry...you can't be...I mean...you aren't...well..." said Bill.

"Before you ask, take a good look at her." said Harry. He shifted the baby in his hands arms and held her up to show her to the people in the room.

He held her up a little higher, and she gurgled happily as she looked around the room. She had startling green eyes, carbon copy of the young man that held her.

"Green eyes don't mean that she's your..." said Mr. Weasley.

"Well, if there's a spell to test paternity, start casting, until then...she's my daughter." said Harry coldly.

"Harry...do you know who the mother even is?" said Bill quickly.

Harry stared firmly at the oldest Weasley son. "Of course."

"Well that's a relief." said Bill with a sigh.

"My wife." said Harry bluntly.

The room was once again drenched in silence.

"Harry...you're fifteen." repeated Mr. Weasley in a deadpanned voice.

"And so was Grace." said Harry holding the baby close. "And she always will be." he added softly as he held the baby closer.

Dumbledore's eyes slowly rose, now it was looking at the baby intently.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Dumbledore his eyes narrowing.

Harry turned to look at the infant in his arms, his eyes moist."Grace is dead, Death Eaters found her while I had her for the day. She was having a doctor's appointment, over two hundred people died in that hospital." said Harry. "Not one of them knew what really hit them."

"What?" said Kingsley horror struck. "We didn't hear anything about that."

"Big explosion at a Lord Nelson Hospital? You really didn't look into that?" said Harry coldly.

Mrs. Weasley looked horrified, Dumbledore looked to the side, regret in his eyes.

"You want the whole story?" asked Harry.

"Yes, here Harry, sit by me." said Sirius patting a seat beside him. Harry eased into the chair with the infant in his arms. The tiny infant reached up to grab his glasses and managed to slide them off and wave them in her hands.

"You little scamp." said Harry with a smile as he tried to retrieve his glasses. As he tried to get the glasses back he began to tell them what had happened to bring about the little girl's presence.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy the story! Merry Christmas!

The chapters for this story and You Cannot Save the World will be updated on Fridays, but those two will alternate that way I can have some time to myself and not drive myself completely insane.