Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do not own her amazing characters.

A/N: Hey, this is my new fic. I'm new to so don't kill me too fast. I'd really like to see what everyone thinks of it! And any comments are welcome. If you must critisize, do it constructively! Thanks for reading.

Unexpected

Chapter 1: Lost

Hermione had just come back from Australia in search of her parents. She had wanted to go sooner, but she felt that she had to pay respects to everyone who had perished in the war by attending their funerals with all of her other friends. It was truly hard facing the fact that so many people had died and this affected everyone a lot. But, even though there were many deaths, everyone tried to be strong and happy.

Hermione was one of those strong, happy, people until her trip to Australia. There she learned that her parents were dead and none of the muggles could figure out why or how this had happened. The few neighbors that Hermione was brave enough to talk to claimed they heard screaming but when they arrived to the small cottage, all they saw were the two dentists dead, with their faces frozen in terror. Of course, in the muggle world, this could not easily be explained because after the tests had been run, there was no true cause of death.

Hermione figured that she had not modified her parent's memory correctly because she was so new as using the spell. This troubled her, because like Harry, she began to blame herself for her parent's deaths. She entered the Weasley home with a hardened expression embedded upon her features.

"What's wrong Hermione," asked George Weasley, sitting on the chair facing the door, who had been the first to see her enter the burrow. All of the family and Harry were at the burrow awaiting her return. They all looked up because it wasn't usual that George's voice was heard in the house. He'd gotten quiet after his twin's death. This would be seen as normal behavior to most anyone who had lost a relative, but George had once been so energetic and lively that it was weird that he was so quiet all of a sudden. The fact that he had spoken was a great surprise. Hermione took a few short breaths and finally answered his question.

"They're…they're d-dead," she sputtered, finally. Then, the tears came, as did the rest of the family to console her. Ron engulfed her in his embrace while the rest of the family patted her on the back.

Around dinnertime the flames erupted, and out stepped the familiar figure of the new Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"I have wonderful news," he announced, kindly in his soothing strong voice. "My lovely idea, if I do say so myself was agreed upon. They're making a memorial in the Ministry of Magic with all the names of those who died during the war. So they're asking us to write all the names down we know and pass it around."

"They can put Fred's name on there?" asked George, speaking for the second time in what seemed like forever.

"Of course," replied Kingsley.

"And my parents?" asked Hermione, hopefully.

"Hermione," Ron said. "Your parents are muggles though. None of the wizarding world is really going to care if you put their names on that list. Wouldn't you rather see names of actual wizards on a wizard memorial?" Hermione opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find the words.

"Well, I'm a wizard and I'd love to see Hermione's parent's names on that list, thank you very much," Harry said, coolly.

"Anyone that perished by the hands of Voldemort or his supporters is worthy of having their name on the memorial. If you'd like to be hired as an auror under my rule, then I suggest you get your mind in the right place," Kingsley said in a strict tone.

"Yes sir," said Ron, slightly offended that no one took his side on the matter.

Later that night, Hermione and Ron were talking in the garden about what had happened earlier.

"So you think that whole magic is mite statue in the ministry last year is right?" Hermione asked. "With the muggles bowing down to the in their rightful place?"

"No, Hermione, that was wrong, but I just thought that your parents really had no point in the war so they shouldn't be put on the memorial."

"Ron, I don't know you anymore. You've changed, a lot," Hermione said, trying, but failing, not to cry.

"Don't Hermione. I'm sorry," Ron said quietly. Hermione hugged him and kissed his lips for what she knew to be the last time.

"Goodbye Ron. It's over," said Hermione, walking back inside. She left Ron outside.

Hermione ran up the many stairs of the burrow, trying to get away from all the pain. She climbed the final stairs to the roof and sat down, putting her face in her hands. What have I done?She asked herself this question over and over until she heard footsteps behind her. She quickly snapped her head in that direction and saw George Weasley approaching. He sat next to her and they sat in silence for a while.

"You've been crying," said George. It wasn't a question. He knew that she had been crying because the moonlight highlighted the tear streaks on her face.

"That's the third time you've spoken today," replied Hermione.

"And you've been counting?" asked George raising a bright red eyebrow.

"Everyone has," replied Hermione. They sat in silence for another moment.

"So where's my stupid little brother? He certainly made a fool of himself," George said. He noticed tears well up in Hermione's eyes and saw her lips tremble, slightly. "What's he done?" he asked, his voice hardening. He searched Hermione's face for the answer. A full minute had gone by before she replied.

"I believe the exact words were, you're parents really had no point in the war," said Hermione, her voice shaking tremendously. "So," she continued. "I-I broke up with h-him," she stuttered, in tears by now. But also, by now, George had pulled her into a tight embrace.

"He's a prat Hermione," said George. "Don't listen to him. Everyone, from Fred, your, parents, Dobby, and Lupin and Tonks were very important in the war."

"Thanks," she breathed, pulling away awkwardly. "Sorry." She pulled out her wand and nonverbally dried the wet spot she had made on his shirt.

"Harry always said that your ability to perform magic when you were upset was amazing," complimented George with a smile. To his surprise, Hermione returned it.

"I guess I just love magic completely. I've always been amazed by it because it was the only thing that no one else in my family could do. I felt, a sense of self-pride knowing that I was able to do it so well."

"Hermione having self-pride?" asked George. "Now that's something you don't hear every day." Hermione shrugged. "Looks like little miss perfect has a dark side," said George.

"Maybe, maybe not," she said with an attempt at mysterious tone that they both laughed at.