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Ana felt the anger boil inside her. How dare he? After years of no contact with him he just decides to claim her? That was…she couldn’t even find the words.

Hermione, however, had no problems with words, “Like hell you are.”

“Excuse me?” asked Harry.

“Did you raise her at all Harry? Wake up in the middle of the night with her, feed her, check 10 times under her bed a night to prove to her that there were no monsters, cry her first day of school?”

“No, but…”

“Exactly. Biologically maybe you could claim her, but in reality you’re no more of a father to her than Voldemort.”

“It wasn’t my choice.”

“Bloody hell Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, “You abandoned us to keep looking good in the eyes of your followers!”

“Merlin, Hermione!”

“You haven’t even tried to become close to your daughter. Had I not shown her pictures she’d probably think you a myth!”

Ana was shaking. This was not how she envisioned the first real meeting with her father, “Can you two just stop?”

Molly wrapped Ana in a hug. She felt that motherly protectiveness over her already.

“Ana is right. You two are behaving like teenagers. There is a child here. Now you need to get over your differences, forgive each other, and move on.”

Hermione folded her arms and so did Harry, as if he was challenging her to disobey Molly. She wouldn’t. Molly, of course, was right, and Harry knew it too. He had won. She would have to act civil to him and there would be no consequences for him.

“Fine,” said Hermione, uncrossing her arms and standing straight, “What did you fix, Molly? It spells absolutely delicious!”

As Molly made the food come to the table Harry leaned over to Hermione, “All’s forgiven?”

“Don’t hold your breath. I’m acting civil for Molly and Ana, but you’re going to have to do quite a lot before I even begin to forgive you.”

Everyone took their seats, but Molly continued to stand, looking outside the window, then waving her hand towards the door.

“Is there something the matter, Molly?” asked Hermione.

“We were expecting other guests is all, but now they‘re here.”

“Anyone I would know?”

“I would say so. We only raised you for 16 years before you ran off and left us with our innocent grandchild in tow.”

Hermione felt her body tense. Molly wouldn’t have. Curiosity, however, got the best of her, and though she really didn’t want to look, she just had to.

“Mom? Dad?”

“See Steven? There was no reason for you to worry, she does remember us.”

“Of course I remember you.”

“Well your father just knows how things slip your mind. Like how to inform us where your staying, if your even alive, how our grandchild is doing. You know, stupid little things,” said Margaret, her tone as condescending as ever.

“Mom, Dad, this is your granddaughter, Diana Katherine Granger,” said Hermione, gesturing in Ana’s direction.

“Well come here child, let us see you.”

Ana felt her whole face turn red. This certainly didn’t feel like her meeting her grandparents for the first time. She felt like one of those frogs people look over before dissecting them to bits. She stood, however reluctantly, and allowed the pair to inspect her, anticipating her grandmother’s sarcastic reply.

“Oh, Steven, look at how beautiful she is!”

“She is quite beautiful.”

“Oh, no. There’s no quite about it. She’s absolutely gorgeous! She’s tall, slender, her face is just perfect, what with that long brown hair and eyes. Wait, blue eyes? Where did she get blue eyes, Hermione?”

“She’s changed them herself, as with her hair. They were originally black and green like her father’s but she felt a little rebellious,” stated Hermione, shooting Harry a look so smug that he went back to looking at his meal.

“Well, certainly she’s not a troublemaker? Look at this face, it screams angelic child.”

“Of course not. In fact, she’d like to be an Auror.”

“Really?” Harry asked, looking positively radiant.

“Well, yeah. I mean I know it’s a difficult field and that they only take the best-”

“She’s being modest. She’s top of her class. Smartest witch of her age, everyone says so.”

“Well,” started Harry, “Should all of that be the case, I think you have a great shot.”

“Given, of course, that you don’t get pregnant and run off like a couple of other smartest witches of their ages,” said Margaret, taking the seat that had magically been pulled out for her.

“Now, dear, let’s not be harsh,” said Hermione’s father after taking his own seat, though by the tone of his voice you could tell he enjoyed it.

“Mom, could you please stop?”

“Hermione’s right. Why don’t we just sit down and enjoy the meal?” asked Molly, who had, up until now, been watching the little spat in fascination.

No one said anything for a while before Arthur asked, “So, Ana, are you excited about going to Hogwarts?”

“Oh, yeah. My mom told me all kind of great stories about it. It sounds like a really fantastic place.”

“Oh it is!” exclaimed Molly, patting her hand, “Just ask anyone at this table that went and they’ll tell you.”

Everyone at the table simply nodded, not one of them saying a word. Wasn’t a very big change however. None of these magical people spoke at all. At least, not since Ana arrived.

“This food is really delicious Molly. Maybe you could give mom the recipe and she can send it over to Gayle?”

“Oh, that’d be lovely! I remember the time we gave her the recipe for the world’s biggest chocolate cake that we got off the internet-”

“Gayle?” interrupted Steven.

“Oh, um, she’s the cook at the diner we own. Our families are pretty close,” answered Hermione quickly. She really wanted to finish this story.

“Oh.”

“Well you really couldn’t expect your father to know that.”

“Well, mom, no one said that I did expect him to know her.”

“Just the way you said it.”

“I said it like because I was trying to quickly finish my story. Now-”

“Well it came off rude. You shouldn’t get so excited over things that you appear to be rude.”

“Fine, mom.”

There was a long silence that followed before, “I’ve yet to hear an apology.”

“Merlin, mom!”

“I’m just saying that-”

“No you’re not. You never ‘just say’ anything thing. There’s always a hidden meaning of sorts that’s aimed at me to make me feel bad.”

“Now that’s-”

“And you know what, mom, you’re not going to hear an apology because frankly I’m not sorry about what I did. I made a wonderful life for me and my daughter away from the craziness that was you and Lord Voldemort in Europe!” with that she stood up, “Thanks, Molly, for the food. Everyone, it was nice to see you again, but I think me and Ana are going to have to go. We’ll need a hotel to stay in for the next couple of days.”

“No way is my grandchild staying in a mangy hotel! No, she’ll come stay with us.”

“But I want her with me.”

“Well then you come too.”

“But Molly’s asked us to stay at the burrow already and we’ve excepted.”

“Then why were you going to look for a hotel?”

Oh crap. “Because-”

“I mean if you had a somewhat decent place to stay, why were you looking for a hotel?”

“As an excuse to get away from you!”

“Ah, I see. Finally the truth comes out, Hermione. You cannot stand to be around your own parents.”

“Bloody hell, mom!”

“Do not curse at me! Now I know that you might not want to be around us, but we deserve a chance to stay with our granddaughter before she goes off to school. You will give us that chance.”

“I’d have to check with Ana,” she mumbled. She had clearly been defeated.

“I’m sure she doesn’t mind. Isn’t that right?” asked Marge, looking at Ana hopefully.

“Oh, well, I mean, if you want me to then I’d be happy to go,” though she regretted it as soon as she said it for her mom, who was sitting across from her, kicked her so hard in the shin that she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to walk for days.

“It’s settled then. Ana will come stay with us and you can stay here in the charming little burrow.”

“Fine.”

“Now, Hermione, don’t look all upset just because things didn’t go the way you want.”

“I’m not upset,” insisted Hermione, before mumbling, “Didn’t even get to finish my chocolate cake story.”


“…And they have like 20 maids to do whatever they want. I swear, mom, I was eating dinner today and accidentally dropped my fork, and one maid rushed over to pick it up and another rushed over to bring me a new one.”

“That’s your grandparents. Nice to see things haven’t changed.”

“And this house! It’s amazing! There’s like 15 bedrooms for only 2 people! Though, I guess if you figure in the maids-”

“No. The maids have their own homes.”

“Merlin! Well, mom, grandma’s calling me down. I should go see what she wants. Have a nice night. I love you.”

“Love you too, kid. Don’t forget to mention to her that first thing tomorrow I’m taking you shopping in Diagon Alley.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Hermione hung up her cell phone and shoved it back in her purse.

She began to rummage in her suitcase for a nightgown when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Harry walked into the room.

“Oh, it’s you. Get out.”

“You said-”

“You know, I took you for smarter. When I said come in I meant everyone besides you, and well, my mom.”

“Yes, it seems you two haven’t changed a bit.”

“I swear, Harry, talking to her today, it felt like being 16 all over again.”

“I understand.”

“I seriously doubt it.”

“No, I do. Seeing you today, I felt like I was 16 all over again, too.”

Hermione chuckled slightly, “Why?”

“I just…I don’t know. Just you’re presence, you’re stubbornness, you’re love for, uh, debating, it brought back how I felt 16 years ago. I mean…I never stopped caring for you ‘Mione. I’m kind of hurt that you thought that.”

“Well, I mean, I just figured you did. You never came around, or called, or wrote. It just seemed to fit.”

“At the time, I thought you didn’t want me as a part of your life. I mean, I was still a kid and I wasn’t mature like you were. It wasn’t until recently that I realized you were waiting for me to come after you, and I had failed. I figured it was too late and that it would be selfish and evil for me to just barge into your life, asking for a spot in it. But then, fate and her wonderful workings, brought you here, and I was just so happy. This is my shot, Mione, and I’m not going to let it go. I want a part in you‘re lives.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Who wouldn’t?”

Hermione hugged him, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say it to you.”

She pulled away, “But this has got to be for real, Harry. I can’t just bring you into our lives and then in 2 weeks you deem it too complicated and leave. We have a child, and I’ve promised myself not to bring men around her just to have them leave. It’s not fair to her.”

“I promise you, Hermione, that I will try to make this work,” and with that he kissed her.


Ana stood outside her grandparents house, waiting for her usually punctual mom. She was 15 minutes late and Ana was worried. In no time, however, her mom apprated beside her.

“Where have you been?” she asked.

“I’m so sorry, Ana. I overslept.”

“Overslept? Are you sure you’re my mother? Because oversleep is not in my mom’s vocabulary.”

“Yes, well, in the past 2 days I’ve done a lot of things I thought I would never do. Just hold my hand, I’ll tell you everything once we leave here. I swear to Merlin this whole property has ears.”

Ana grabbed onto her mother’s hand, anticipating the awful feeling of apparation. In no time, they reached their destination. A little street of shops with people walking this way and that, trying to get their shopping done.

“Is this…?”

“Yes, Diagon Alley. Now, before we get shopping can I please get some coffee? I feel as if I might fall over.”

“Like I would say no to coffee.”

Hermione merely chuckled as she pulled Ana in the direction of the nearest coffee shop.

As they walked in and took a seat Ana asked, “So was there a reason for you’re tardiness?”

“Yes, that’s another reason I came here. I need to talk to you…”

As Hermione explained to Ana about her father’s sudden apology and kind words Ana looked at her mother, completely awestruck. Had he really said all that? Could her father actually be an okay guy?

“…And then well, we uh, him and me, um-”

“Yes?”

“We had, um, sex.”

“What?”

“Your father and I had sex?” she asked, for she didn’t quite believe it herself.

“So now you two are like a couple?”

“It would appear so.”

“This is, uh…Wow.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Do you love him?”

“I always have.”

“And does he love you?”

“Claims to.”

“Well, then I guess I’m okay with it. I mean I never in a million years thought this would happen, but now that it has I’m pretty happy about it.”

“Really?”

“Of course, mom!”

“Oh, that makes me so happy, Ana. I have a good feeling about this.”

“Me too, mom. Me too.”


Hermione walked into the burrow, completely exhausted. They had finished all their shopping in the course of 2 days and Hermione now had only one nights rest until she was expected to get on that damn train to Hogwarts.

She walked around the house, looking for some sign of life. The house was usually so full of people and energy that the quiet was most disturbing.

“Hermione?” she heard Harry call down the stairs.

“In the sitting area, Harry.”

“Okay, wait right there.”

Hermione nodded her okay, though he couldn’t see it, and sat down upon the couch. Harry practically ran down the stairs and took a seat next to her on the couch.

“There’s something we need to talk about.”

“Did Beethoven lick all the water out the toilet again. I swear, that damn dog, there’s just no controlling him.”

Harry looked at her, a look of utter confusion upon his face, “As much as I want to ask what the hell you’re talking about I’m going to refrain. What I have to tell you is really important.”

“What is it, Harry?” she asked, now totally serious.

“It’s about Ginny.”

“Is she hurt?”

“No. She’s completely fine. Well she’s getting a little nauseous every now and then, but she’s quite alright.”

“I’m completely lost. If Ginny is fine then why do we need to talk about her?”

“There’s really no easy way to say this, so I’m going to go right into it. You see Hermione, me and Ginny had been dating for about 2 years before you came back. Last month we broke it off because I just couldn’t get over the guilt of what I had done to you and she was tired of hearing about it. But, you see, this morning Ginny went to a doctor, and, Hermione, Ginny’s pregnant. With my baby.”

“W-What?”

“And I’ve been thinking about it all day today and I don’t want to do to this baby what I did to Ana. I want to be there to raise this baby. So I’ve decided that I’m going to marry Ginny and do this right.”

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. Was he being serious? This just wasn’t fair! Finally, the love of her life matured and they were going to be happy and then…this?

“I’m just, uh, surprised. Have you asked her already?”

“I plan to, um, do it tonight. I just wanted to let you know.”

“Well, I mean, hey you gotta do what you’ve gotta do. Besides, I mean nothing with us was set in stone. You go ask Ginny to marry you and you two have this baby and I hope you all are happy together. I really do. You two deserve it,” said Hermione, getting up from the couch and walking to her room.

“Hermione-”

“Please, Harry, if you could just shut the hell up right now, I’d appreciate it a lot,” and having said that she ran up into her room.




a/n: okay so there was a little delay getting this chapter up. Sorry. So I’m sorry to disappoint those who thought Hermione and Harry would actually work out, but you’ve seen the show, it’s not quite that simple. In the next chapter I’ll have Ana’s first day of school and such. I have it outlined in my head (I SWEAR) I just have yet to right it. =] but I’ll get to it soon soon soon. I promisee. And as soon as this is finished validating I’ll put it up so it’ll be like boom boom! Mmm. I dunno how I feel about this chapter actually. It’s not my favorite, I just didn’t think it flowed and it certainly wasn’t as easy as the others to write. And there’s way to much conversation between people for my taste, but hey review and tell me what you think. Because reviews mean the world to me. And I want to give a huge thank you to all of those people who have reviewed. You’re wonderful, really. I love you all!

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