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A New Evil	By : orcadarwin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After finishing the paper he was working on, Harry stood and stretched. Striding to the fireplace in his office, he turned around, waving his wand, and locked the door and put out the lights. Throwing some powder into the fire, it flared green and he stepped into it calling, “The Leaky Cauldron.” He felt himself spinning and watched to make sure he got out at the right place. Even after all these years, he still hated travelling by floo. Landing in the dining area of the pub, he nodded to Tom the innkeeper and strode out of the bar into the muggle street. Looking both ways, he spotted the bakery Emily had told him about. He began walking, keeping a sharp eye out for any dangers. He approached the bakery and saw her standing behind the counter, rolling her hands together.

            Hearing the door open, she looked up with a smile on her face, ready to greet the customer. Seeing Harry, the smile faded for a fraction of a second and then brightened even more. “Hello, Harry. I was wondering if you’d make it tonight.”

            “Hello, Emily. I’m here, but I’m not sure it’s going to be safe to talk out in public.” Harry said.

            “That’s okay, we can go to my place and I’ll cook something. It’s not far, just let me put this away and close up.” She told him, picking up a pan of something that looked like meatballs, but not quite.

            “What are those?” he asked, curious.

            Laughing, “Cake pops. Well, they will be once I get them done. Muggles love them, it’s just a bit of cake rolled into a ball and the put on a lollipop stick and dipped in candy. I enjoy making them, but they are time consuming.” She explained.

            “Brilliant.” He said as she disappeared through the swinging door to the back of the bakery. “Won’t your boss be upset if you close up early?” he called out.

            “I own the place, Harry. I can leave whenever I feel like it.” She chuckled as she re-entered the front of the shop. Waving her hand, the blinds were pulled down, the door locked and the lights went out except for one right above the door. “Follow me.” She said and led the way towards a set of stairs that he hadn’t noticed before. Harry followed intrigued, climbing the stairs behind her, watching the way her hips swung slightly as she walked. ‘Stop it!’ he admonished himself.

            She opened a door at the top of the stairs and led the way into her flat. “Oh, you live above your shop. I should have known.” He said.

            “Yes, the flat is protected by charms and spells, but the shop is not. You can’t see the stairway unless I approach it first. No one knows that this place exists.” Emily explained as she made her way into the kitchen, kicking off her shoes at the door. Harry followed her. “Have a seat, it won’t take long to whip something up.” She told him as she began waving her wand setting food flying into pans and plates and cutlery soaring to the table. He liked that she could multitask like that, it reminded him of Mrs. Weasley. He remained silent as she prepared the food and soon the kitchen had the most appetizing aroma swirling around. His mouth watered and his stomach growled, reminding him that lunch was well over 7 hours ago. She placed the food on the table and sat opposite him.

            “Help yourself, Harry.” She said, passing a plate of food to him. He accepted it and spooned some out onto his own plate before handing it back to her. They filled their plates and began to eat in silence. “You know, Harry. You don’t have to do this. We don’t have to be friends or anything. You can still be a part of the child’s life if you want.” Emily stated.

            “I don’t want to be a weekend dad, Emily. I never knew my parents growing up. I had to depend on my awful aunt and uncle for my needs and they were rarely ever met. I won’t do that to my child. I won’t have my child growing up without a father and mother.” He told her.

            “Well, then, what do we do about this?” she asked.

            “I’m not sure. I just know that we are in this together.” He whispered, looking into her beautiful bright green eyes. A light tapping got their attention from staring at each other. Emily looked over at the window and saw an owl tapping its beak on the window to be let in. She waved her hand and the window opened to allow the owl to sail to her at the table. She took the letter from his beak and he flew away, the window closing behind him as he left. Recognizing the letter to be a howler, she knew immediately who it was from, her father. Harry’s eyes widened when he recognized the howler. “I sent an owl to my father earlier. This means he’s not happy and he’s not in America. The reply came back too quickly.” She told him.

            Opening it, she cringed and waited for the yelling to commence. ‘Girl, you had better be joking that you are pregnant with some stranger’s spawn! I haven’t spent all this time lobbying with the Gustavo family for you to become Todd’s bride for nothing. I won’t have you ruining this! This family is too important for you to throw everything away like that. We need an heir to the family name, and this is the only way we will get it. You are not allowed to consort with anyone before the wedding and after that you are only allowed to consort with Todd. You get yourself back here this instant, girl! I won’t have your insubordination any longer! You are disgracing this family and I won’t allow it!’ her father’s voice was loud and demanding in the small flat, as the howler went up in smoke and was reduced to ashes.

            “Well, he sounds charming.” Harry said softly.

            “Yeah, a real prince.” She scoffed. “He’s not even my biological father, so his blood won’t even live on after he dies.”

            “What do you mean? You were adopted?” he asked.

            Emily laughed, thinking about the news her mother told her soon after she turned 16. “No, my father and mother were very much in love when they got married. For years, they tried and tried to have a baby. Nothing worked. He blamed her, always, and they would fight. Then after 6 years of trying, she finally got pregnant. They were happy again for a while, until she had me. Seeing a girl, instead of the boy he was expecting sent him into a rage. He beat her right there in the hospital. No one dared stop him. What he didn’t know was that he injured her in a way that made it impossible for her to have more children. After more years of trying and trying, he started finding other women to do the job for him. He wanted a son to carry on his name, and all he had was me. Well, he failed to get any of the dozens of women he took to his bed pregnant. Turns out he was shooting blanks.” She stopped talking, remembering her mother’s words. “When I turned 16, my mother told me that I wasn’t his blood daughter. She had taken up with the chauffeur and that’s how she ended up pregnant with me. Father was furious when he found out that he couldn’t father children. That got him to wondering about me. When he found out, he killed my mother in a blind rage and turned his wand on me, but I was quicker and more powerful than he was. I got away and haven’t been back. He thinks I don’t know that he’s not my real father.”

            “Well, then, the marriage arrangement that he’s made isn’t legal and binding.” Harry stated.

            “Oh, no, he made sure of that. He had it written in a way that binds me to it no matter. The only thing that can get me out of it… well, you helped in that aspect.” She said, placing a hand upon her stomach. The dishes were removed from the table and the food was put away. They went into the living room and sat down to talk more. “He doesn’t believe me, and he’s been searching for me. It won’t be pretty when he finds me.”

            “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” He whispered as he casually draped his arm on the back of the couch, almost touching her shoulder. “I want to get to know you better, and I suppose the best way to do that is to actually go out on a date. I know we are doing this backwards, but that’s the hand we’ve been dealt.” He added, finding a stray curl of her hair with his fingers and absentmindedly twirling it.

            She smiled, “That’s sweet, Harry. I’ll be fine, though. You don’t have to do this.”

            “I want to,” Harry said, leaning forward slightly. Her breath hitched as he drew nearer to her. He was going to kiss her, was she going to let him. Not realizing what she was doing, she leaned towards him and met him halfway. He brushed his lips against hers in a tender kiss, and then growling, he swooped back down for more. She tasted exactly as he remembered, like Heaven. Pulling back, he smiled, “Better slow down or we’ll have another night like before. Not that I don’t want that, mind you, but I think we should take things slow.”

            She laughed, “Harry, we’re already expecting a child together, I don’t think it could get much faster than that.”

            He stood, pulling her with him. “It’s late, I should be going. Will you be okay? Let me know if you need anything?” he said.

            She nodded, “I’ll be fine. I’m good for now; the healer gave me a case of potions to take each day. You can use the floo, if you want.”

            He placed his forehead against hers and sighed. “I don’t really want to go, but if I stay I can’t promise that things will stay plutonic.” Turning to the fireplace, he tossed in some powder and said, “Number 12 Grimmauld Place.” She watched him disappear from the green flames and sighed. Things just got more confusing. She slowly made her way to bed.

            A few days later, Emily received an owl at the bakery. She served muggles as well as wizards, so her owls came to the back of the shop where no one could see. She took the letter the snowy white owl had in her beak and opened it, noticing that the owl remained.

Emily,

            Please allow me to escort you to a dinner party tonight. Dress is formal.

                                    Harry

            She smiled and knew that the owl was waiting for her reply. She took a quill and parchment out of her desk and wrote,

Harry,

            I would love to accompany you to the dinner; however, I do not have a formal dress. Sorry.

                                    Emily.

            Smiling, she rolled the note up and placed it in the owl’s beak. The owl took flight and she went back to work on a cake she was making. Smiling and humming to herself, she wondered how he would take the response. Oh, she could go out and buy a dress herself, she just wanted to see how serious he was about this whole dating thing. Finishing the cake, she placed it in the cooler to await the customer for pick up. Pulling another order sheet down, she got started on the cupcakes for that order. Baking always made her smile; she loved creating something with her hands. Yeah, she could use magic to make the things, but she loved doing it all by hand. Occasionally someone would need something right then, so she would have to revert to using magic, but that wasn’t often. Once the cupcakes were in the oven, she started on another order.

            Harry saw Hedwig coming; he was waiting for her to return with Emily’s response. Letting her in the window, he took the letter from her and read it. A smile spread across his face, and an idea popped into his head. Throwing some powder into the fire, he stepped in and left the office. Stepping out of the fire at the Leaky Cauldron, he walked out the back and tapped the wall, revealing the entrance to Diagon Alley. Walking purposely down the street, he stopped in front of a dress shop. The bell on the door clanged as he opened it, alerting the clerk to a customer. He watched her come around the counter. “Pansy, how are you?” he asked.

            “I’m good, Harry, how are you?” she said, drawing him into a hug. Since the war ended, prejudices were forgotten and former enemies had become friends. “What can I do for you?”

            “Well, I have a dinner party tonight and my date needs a formal dress.” He said with a smile.

            “Your date? Who is this mystery woman?” she asked, leading him to a rack of dresses. “Tell me about her.”

            “Yes, I have a date. She has bright red hair, not like the Weasleys, more red. Beautiful bright green eyes and a body that…” he stopped, blushing a little.

            “Okay, I get it. How about this?” she held up a black dress that reached the floor.

            His eyes lit up as he thought about Emily in that dress. “Perfect. Wrap it up.” He said with a smile. Pansy nodded and went into the back to put the dress in a box. Tying a bow around the box, she walked back out front to join Harry.

            “Here you go, Harry. I hope she likes it. I put some shoes in there as well.” She said, handing him the box.

            “Thanks, Pansy, you’re the best.” After paying for the dress and shoes, he left the shop and went back to the Leaky Cauldron. Hoping that Emily would be in the shop, he called out the name of her flat above the shop when he entered the floo. Nothing happened. He called out the name again, and again nothing happened. Shrugging his shoulders, he called out his office and was swept up into the green flames. Stepping out into his office, he called Hedwig over and attached a note to the box, asking her to deliver it to Emily.

            Emily was frosting the cupcakes when she heard a thump in her office. Looking around quizzically, she made her way there and opened the door to find a snowy white owl taking flight out of the window. On her desk was a white box tied up with a red bow. Cautiously, she stepped over to it and took the note attached.

Emily,

            Voila! One formal dress. Be ready at 7.

                                    Harry
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