disclaimer:i do not own gilmore girls.

“So this is your last day here?” Gayle asked, stirring a pan of her famous spaghetti sauce.

“Yep, so let’s make it count!” said Hermione, acting cheery despite her immense sadness.

Diana tied her apron around her waist and pulled a pencil from a drawer, “It looks like a good crowd today. Me and Kayla are definitely going to remember this shift.”

Hermione chuckled and pushed her daughter and Kayla out of the door before turning to face Gayle, “So, you excited about returning home?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Hardly. If anything I’m more nauseous than I ever was when I was pregnant.”

Gayle smiled, “You’ll be fine,” she reassured her, pulling her pants up a little bit; she had just had a baby and her clothes were starting to get a little loose, “Maybe you’ll meet a man.”

“Trust me. The last time I was at Hogwarts there were no men to be found, save Dumbledore, and he’s 180 something by now.”

“My God.”

“Well, we have longer life expectancies than muggles.”

“Right, of course,” said Gayle, not brave enough to ask what muggles were, though she suspected that she herself was one.

“It’s in Ana’s best interest, though.”

“Is Harry going to be there?” she asked, pausing her task of stirring to add more spices.

“Um, well he’s the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, so I’m sure he’ll be there,” she said, fingering the pattern of the table.

“Does Ana know?”

“I’m not sure. She suspects, I guess.”

“Well, are you going to tell her?”

“Not unless she asks. The topic of Harry is very off limits with Ana, she has a very strong dislike for him.”

“She’ll have to get over that won’t she?”

“I’m afraid so. He’ll probably be teaching the Auror classes, being the pride of the wizarding world and all. It’s his own fault, though. He hasn’t exactly tried to befriend her.”

“Does she even know what happened between you two?”

“No,” said Hermione, looking at her friend, her eyes filling with tears at the memories, “She doesn’t.”




Kayla walked over to her friend who was sitting at the counter, waiting for more people to come in, “I thought you said it was packed.”

“It was when I had checked,” she said, drawing little doodles on the counter with her pencil.

“Oh, well, I’m not complaining. Now we can talk!”

“About?” she pushed a string of hair behind her ear, she knew where this was headed.

“Lucas, dumbass.”

“Oh, him,” said Ana, drawing the words out slowly as she put the finishing touches on her horrible stick person.

“Yes, him,” said Kayla, leaning over to look at her friend’s face, “Everything is okay with you two, right?”

“I wouldn’t know. The last time I saw him was our movie night.”

“Ana!” she screeched, “That was 2 weeks ago!”

“Yep, the day I found out I was going to London.”

“So he doesn’t know?”

“He knew I applied. He knew I’d probably get accepted. He also knew that I wasn’t going to go because of my mother. At least that’s what I told him the last time I saw him.”

“You weren’t going to tell him about the change of plans?”

Ana let out a little chuckle, “I expected he would figure it out.”

Kayla groaned in frustration, “That is no way to start of a relationship.”

“And you would be the one to know, wouldn’t you my little relationship starter,” said Ana mockingly, squeezing her friends cheeks.

“Screw off,” she said, before smiling widely, “Don’t worry. Revenge is sweet.”

“Because I know you’ll be plotting something oh-so creative.”

“Maybe. I think I’m going to get a few ideas from Lucas though.”

“Wonderful! Why don’t you go find him and leave me be?” she said, erasing the doodle she had drawn.

“I don’t need to find him. He’s walking through the door in 3..2..”

Ana didn’t even wait for 1 before she ran into the kitchen, leaving her friend to greet Lucas all by herself.

“Kayla! Do you know where Ana is?”

“Um, no. No, I don’t.”

“Oh,” he said, obviously disappointed.

“Maybe you should check next store.”

“At the adult shop?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, um, right. Adult shop? I thought that was a bakery.”

“It was until about 2 months ago.”

“Wow. An adult shop. The things this little town has.”

“Did Ana say she was going next door?”

Kayla smiled, “Yes, she did. I thought she was going to get brownies, but I guess not. Why don’t you walk over and go see?”

“To the adult shop? You want me to go in the adult shop?”

“Uh huh.”

“Um, okay,” he said bravely, running his hand through his hair.

As he left Ana rushed back through the door, “An adult shop? You told him I was in an adult shop?”

“Think of it as me getting creative.”

“Really nice, Kayla. I’m leaving tomorrow and the last thing he heard about me was that I was in an adult shop!”

“Oh, well. I guess you’ll just have to go to his house and set him straight,” she said, walking into the kitchen to see if an order was ready.




Hermione sat at the kitchen table. Ana had left to go see Kayla, leaving Hermione to pack by herself for a while. She played some U2 to get rid of the quietness that surrounded her.

She had written a letter to Mrs. Weasley, explaining her situation and asking if they could stay for a night. She had almost asked her parents, but laughed the idea away, imagining their faces if she showed up on their doorstep after 16 years of no contact, for she wouldn’t have asked them before hand, dreading their rejection. Anyhow, Mrs. Weasley had written her back, saying that of course she could stay with them, and that to bring their appetites because she was going to be making a wonderful feast and inviting everyone. Well the appetite part was not a problem, Ana and her were never without an appetite, the inviting everyone part, however, made Hermione’s insides squirm.

Harry would be there. She knew it. Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t do it to purposely hurt Hermione, if anything she would do it out of kindness, and Hermione couldn’t be upset. It was understandable that after many years of not seeing each other, Mrs. Weasley would think it nice to arrange a get together. She didn’t know the details of her and Harry’s breakup, and therefore, didn’t know about Diana.

She decided she couldn’t go back to school or live with her parents, merely days after finding out she was pregnant and talking to Harry. She had gone off to stay with her muggle friend, Joann, until all the gossip there had become too much for her to bear. So as far as the wizarding world was concerned, she had simple left, with no plausible explanation. Harry knew, of course, but he was getting such good press at the time he didn’t want to tarnish it with an illegal love child. That would be stupid.

Hermione sighed. There was so many hard feelings between her and Harry. So many things she wanted to say to him. He hadn’t been the boy she had grown up with 16 years ago, but that, like Mrs. Wesley’s guest list, was understandable. He was about to face the Dark Lord, a powerful wizard when he himself was only 17.

Hermione groaned. Maybe she was just too damn understanding.




Ana knocked at the door, waiting impatiently for someone to answer it. Before long, Lucas came to the door, a look of surprise on his face.

“Ana! I’m so happy you’re here. I’ve been looking for you all week,” he said hugging her tightly.

“Yeah, I’ve been sort of busy.”

“At the adult shop,” he finished, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Excuse me?” she asked, deciding to play dumb about that little fact.

“Um, the adult shop. Kayla said-” he stopped, the look on Ana’s face making him feel terribly stupid, “Never mind.”

“Right,” she said, an awkward pause passing between him, “Can I come in?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” he said, opening the door wider so she could enter.

Ana surveyed the room, and seeing no one else asked, “You’re the only one home?”

“Yeah, my parents are out celebrating their 25th anniversary.”

“25? Wow!”

“Yeah, they had me pretty late in life.”

“Right,” she said, as awkward moment number two passed through.

“So is there a reason you came here?”

“Yes, there is,” she said, running her hand through her hair, “Something rather important, actually.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Um, maybe.”

“What is it?”

“Imgoingtoenglandtomorrow.”

“Huh?”

“We’re leaving. Tomorrow. For England.”

“Oh, um, wow.”

“Yeah, wow.”

“I though you were staying here for your mom,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well, my mom got offered a job there, and she feels its for the best.”

“But we…I mean, we were just getting closer.”

“I know, but this is what I have to do. I was just coming here to say goodbye,” he looked at her incredulously, “I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”

“What? Tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow,” she said, walking close to him and taking his hands, “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. If I were staying here I would be with you, but I’m not. I can’t do the long distance thing, it’s not even an option. I want you to move on, to have fun.”

He looked at her, the sadness he was feeling being pushed away by the happiness he felt by touching her, “Okay,” he said, kissing her forehead.

She closed her eyes as his lips met her head and smiled. It was all so bittersweet, “Goodbye,” she said, pulling away slowly until it was impossible for them to touch each other.

“Goodbye,” he said, so low he wasn’t sure if she has heard, as she walked out the door.




Hermione zipped her suitcase up, just as Ana walked through the door, tears running down her cheeks.

“Ana? What’s wrong baby?” she said, as she took Ana into her arms.

“Mommy, I-” she choked out in between sobs.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she said patting her head, “Just cry if you want.”




The next morning the pair awoke at 11:37, approximately 4 hours and 7 minutes after their set departure time. Hermione wasn’t mad though, it had been a long night, and she needed the sleep. The two hadn’t fallen asleep till after 3 in the morning, Hermione taking the time to calm Ana down, and Ana taking the time to explain to Hermione what was wrong.

Hermione groaned. She would definitely need the extra rest for what the day had in store for her. At least Ana knew that the wizarding world wasn’t quite informed about her existence. If she hadn’t Hermione’s day would’ve been twice as bad.

Hermione glanced at the clock and noticed that 12 minutes had passed since Ana had left to ‘grab her suitcases.’ Now Hermione could understand being slow because they were heavy, but this was ridiculous. She walked to Ana’s room, finding her daughter sprawled on her bed, sleeping.

“Diana! Get up!”

“No. Not enough sleep. Need coffee,” she mumbled.

“We’ll get coffee when we get to the Weasley’s.”

“No. Now.”

“You sound like a three year old, now get up. We’re already late. Molly is probably worrying her head off.”

“She doesn’t even know I exist. I doubt she cares.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed her daughter off of the bed, “Now, let’s go.”

Ana got up, rubbing her bottom, “That hurt!”

“Hex me later. We have to go.”

Ana grudgingly grabbed her mother’s hand, preparing for the side along apparation to the Weasley’s. They arrived on the doorstep of, what Ana thought was, a charming, but small house. It needed a few repairs, but you could tell a hearty family lived there.

Hermione knocked once, and they could hear bustling movements taking place behind the door. Soon enough, Molly Weasley opened the door, a huge smile on her face.

“Hermione! I’m so happy-” she stopped suddenly upon sighting Ana, “And who’s this?”

“Diana,” said Hermione, tousling her daughter’s hair playfully.

“Everyone calls me Ana, though. I’m Hermione’s daughter,” she said reaching out to shake hands with the older woman.

But instead of taking Ana’s hand Mrs. Weasley let out a small shout of surprise and said, “Your daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Is your husband here?”

“No. I’ve never been married.”

“But you’re child, she’s rather old.”

“16,” replied Hermione, “The same age I was when I had her.”

Molly’s eyes grew wide, “Come in dears. We’ll get all of this straightened out.”

Hermione and Ana walked through the door. Ana couldn’t help but feel unwanted. None of these people knew she existed, and they hadn’t been expecting her. How would they take her in?

Her and her mother were led to a dining room, which was, much to Ana’s horror, filled with people.

“Everyone, say hello to Hermione,” they’re were many hellos said, and a lot of people rushed up to greet her.

Ana watched as all sorts of peopled hugged and kissed her mom, bombarded her with question, and paid her many compliments. She slowly left that sight though. She was looking to see is he was here. He just had to be.

“…My daughter, Ana.”

Ana’s attention was brought back to the scene in front of her, as she looked upon faces of complete shock an disbelief.

Then she heard another voice, one familiar, that she hadn’t heard from in a while, “She’s my daughter, too.”

Hermione turned to look in the direction of where the voice had come. She smiled ever so slightly as her eyes landed on an all too familiar face. Harry’s.

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