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Hermione stared absently out of the big window that replaced the eastern wall of her living room. Ron hadn´t liked the window at first,claimed that it was unnecessary and even had put up a last fight when the craftsmen were already knocking at the front door, but Hermione had insisted and gotten her will. They had had similar fights about the couch, the bed , the shower, the carpet, the …practically everything in their two-storied house had caused discussions.

It hadn´t surprised Hermione at all, since they had been fighting about everything, beginning with the flowers on their wedding and hitting its peak in the naming of their children. Hermione, however, didn´t mind that much, it was just their way of sorting things out. And as long as she continued winning the majority of their discussions, she was fine with it. There were exceptions of course, Hugo for example. She still wasn´t particularly happy with his name( she secretly thought it sounded like a smurf´s name),although it seemed to be fair since she named Rose.

ROSE

Her daughter´s name brought back the fears she had desperately trying to suppress for hours, to be exact, since Rose boarded the Hogwart´s express. Ginny had told her it was normal to be nervous and that she had felt the same way when James left for the first time. " It´ll pass soon!", she had said with an encouraging smile. Ginny´s gentle words weren´t true, she was fully aware of that.

Naturally she was worried about Rose´s well-being at Hogwarts, nevertheless her fear was a different one. One that wouldn´t pass, one that had only reached its next level today, when the doors of the Hogwart´s Express went shut,one that existed since the very first time she had gazed into her daughter´s eyes.

The fear of discovery.

Hermione always thought Rose´s eyes looked like clouds in a thunderstorm. They were grey , not elephant grey, but in all different shades of grey anyone could imagine. With a dark circle around them,growing softer and lighter towards the pupil, with strays of silver in them that reminded of lightning, they were inhumanly beautiful. One look in these eyes had been enough to ensure her that the thing she had feared the most had happened and the passing time had only confirmed it.

To Hermione, it was so obvious she could hardly understand nobody else noticed. It was a miracle to her nobody ever grew suspicious. Not when it became evident Rose wouldn´t look the slightest like Ron, not when she started to show a remarkable sense of sacasmn , not when Ron complained that he just couldn´t establish a relationship with Rose like he had with Hugo.

She usually tried to talk him out of that, told him it was because Rose was a female, because she had different interests,because she was at a though age… None of that was true. The reason Ron and Rose often didn´t get along was that he didn´t understand the part of her personality that was HIM. One day Ron confessed with a sad smile . " Sometimes it doesn´t feel like she truly is my daughter. We are just so different from each other."That night she cried herself to sleep. She cried because she lied to her daughter, her husband, her family , her friends,because she was bound to end up hurting them with her secret. But mostly she cried because she felt so guilty that she couldn´t bring herself to wish Rose was Ron´s child. Deep inside her heart she was glad she wasn´t.

That had happened three years ago and Hermione still felt guilt washing over her all the time she saw Rose and Ron together. It was her burden to bear and it became heavier every single day. Someday, she knew, somebody would find out.

She had learnt long ago how difficult it was to keep secret what should not be revealed. And today was a day that would make things a hundredth times more difficult than before. Today was the house sorting ceremony and it was likely that Rose wouldn´t end up in Gryffindor like everyone expected her to.

Was it already over? Hermione glanced at her watch. "No, probably not. They should be in the boats by now", she thought. So she still had about an hour to come up with a solution, an explanation, anything. Anything to prevent people from finding out the truth, which would save her life from shattering in little pieces.

She pressed her forehead against the cold glass. Outside the thunderstorm unfurled to its whole scary beauty. Just like that had HE been. Scary. Unpredictable. Explosive. Beautiful. Rose definitely inherited the last three characteristics from him. And because there was more from him in her than just his eyes, she doubted her daughter would be a Gryffindor.

"MaybeI ´m overreacting", she told herself in an attempt to calm her. " Maybe she puts on the hat and it cries out loud Gryffindor a minute later." But she knew it was a wasted hope.

Hermione sighed, then tore her eyes away from the window and left the room to take a shower. That would help her to clear her head and find a way out of that wicked situation. After that, she would go finishing the work she brought home from her office. Today, Hermione didn´t have any desire to go to sleep. She was afraid of the dream she would inevitablyhave. It was always the same when she saw him somewhere and she doubted it would ever change.

Some things just don´t go away. They haunt you forever.

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next chapter: The sorting ceremony in Rose´s perpective and how it feels to meet someone who has your eyes