Hermione walked the familiar walls again, rather slower than she would have 'back in the day' , carrying two or three more things that she would have then, too. Though, Hermione was not alone, she was accompanied by a small toddler – her reason for walking rather erratically. Dressed in possibly countless layers, the small, mousy haired toddler tried to break free from Hermione's grasp, but, however failed in her attempts. However, Hermione simple smiled a bright smile, sighed and declared ''Sorry, Needy. No running off and exploring here, Mummy has to talk to some people.'' To which little Needy frowned, beginning to sulk. However, Hermione simply dismissed this, reaching her desired destination, a large, wooden door, arched at the top, that held a rectangular golden plated sign, printed with the word ''HEADMISTRESS'' in capitals.

Hermione took one last look down towards Needy, smiling, ''Okay, this is it. '' Hermione started, giving a light squeeze on the young one's hand. ''Now, I will be keeping an eye on you, so don't you dare try anything funny behind my back, okay?'' To which Needy nodded rather innocently. So Hermione took a long, deep breath and used her free, rather pinky coloured hand to open the door, slightly struggling to push her weight on the handle.

She entered slowly, the oh-so-familiar headmistress now coming into view. She wore a long, thin pointed hat, all dressed in dark colours, and glasses, easily surrounding her eyes. She looked up from her desk, smiling warmly at first sight of Hermone. "Ah! Hello! Oh, do sit down." She started, gesturing towards a large chair before her own desk. " Oh, and the young one can go sit by there, and pull up a chair." Hermione nodded, doing as the woman asked her for the first time in years, before finding her own chair. The woman moved her position in her chair, moving her glasses further down her nose to get a good look at Hermione before arranging a few pieces of paper into a pile and placing them before Hermione.

''Miss Granger'' she began, looking down through her glasses at her. ''I trust these papers will help you.'' However, she was rudely interrupted by the sniggers of Needy, now sat in the corner of the slightly small room. Hermione turned sharply and quickly towards Needy, giving her a typical motherly stern look, which, ultimately changed Needy's expression to that of someone that might have just been hit in the face with a pan. Hermione turned towards the desk again, smiling brightly once more.

''Oh, actually, Mcgonagall.'' Hermione started, however interrupted by Mcgonagall.

''Miss Granger, you are far old enough now – it's Minerva, now. ''

Hermione winced at the mention of 'Miss Granger', trying her hardest to keep a straight and professional face throughout. ''Ah, alright'' she began, a usual slightly posh sounding tone to her voice. ''It's...it's Mrs Weasley now, Minerva." Hermione smiled, showing her ring. Pretty simple, a small stone, nothing much more. If anyone ever thought the Weasleys were flashy, they were ultimately mistaken.

Minerva sighed, eyeing Hermione up and down, peering at her throw of woolly looking clothes and warm and pastel colours. ''Should have known,'' she stated, ''There's Weasley written all over you, now. '' Hermione rolled her eyes, she wasn't particularly happy when people noticed this about her, now. She looked back at Minerva, however, raising her eyebrows noticing Minerva now looking at Needy, almost pointing at her. ''Though'' she started again, now fully pointing straight toward Needy, whom was now pouting back at Minerva. ''There's not much Weasley in her, '' Hermione took a sharp breath, her palms becoming sweaty almost instantly. She pulled down her scratchy woolly sleeves to hide it, looking rather awkward, before Minerva concluded. ''No, no! She looks more like a Potter.'' Needy pouted even harder at this, folding her arms quickly. ''Yes...yes. Definitely.''

Hermione gasped under her breath, of which Minerva noticed. She turned to Needy and decided to gather her up, and carried her into the neighbouring room, of which alternate supervision was arranged, while Hermione sit almost still, holding back unwanted tears. Minerva returned, holding back her own urge to console Hermione as if she were the student she once taught. She just resorted to sighing, taking on a softer –tone while slowly lowering herself into her creaky, old chair.

''Tell me, Hermione.'' As Hermione looked up, Minerva smiled brightly, but Hermione frowned, ''Something happened with him, didn't it?" As Minerva said this, the former Granger let go a small tear, ''And I know what it is...it's her, isn't it?''

She couldn't take it anymore, Hermione had to leave. She got up and collected her things in a hurry, some of them escaping in the process, much to her annoyance. '''Minerva, I am so very s-sorry. I just...I can't talk about this, " To which Minerva nodded.

"Go on, Hermione, you start after Christmas – Transfiguration, of course."

Hermione entered the next room, and collected Needy in her arms.

''Come on, darling, let's go see Daddy, yes?" Hermione asked the small Potter – ish toddler as she left, thanking Minerva and carefully leaving as swift as humanely possible. She knew she had to do something.