Flashbacks
Ch. 1 – Morning Madness
Hermione Granger-Weasley ran through the kitchen grabbing a glazed donut and kissed her husband and three red-haired kids good-bye hurriedly because she was already 20 minutes late for work. Hermione was 32 and one of the most nation-wide known and liked lawyers of her time. She was living in the United States with her husband, Ron Weasley, and her three kids – Molly, Harry, and Charles. Ron was the stay-at-home dad, but he did play Quidditch for the very famous and successful Chudley Cannons as a keeper.
As she was still hustling to get out the door, Ron raced after her to open the door of their three-story mansion for her since her briefcase was obviously full of papers and was extremely heavy.
"Have a good day at work, Sweetheart!" He leaned in for another kiss, but Hermione was too late to stall anymore.
"I'm sorry, Honey, but I've really got to go. Tonight we'll stay home together. All the kids have places to go, I promise it'll be just you and me. See you!" Hermione climbed into her small, compact silver latest model BMW. Ron sighed as he shut the door. Ron was edging toward being 33 and was not very anxious about it. His birthday was less than a week away and he just did not like the fact he was getting one year older. Molly Weasley (the kid, not the grandmother) was nearing 11, Harry Weasley was nearing 9, and Charles Weasley (yet again, the kid, NOT the uncle) was nearing 8.
Ron walked into the kitchen to find Harry throwing Cheerios at Charles and Molly panicking that one would get in her long red hair.
"Ah! Harry put those down! It could land on me! DADDY!" Molly screamed in a spoiled-brat kind of way.
"Harry, stop throwing those at your brother. NOW!" Ron yelled taking the bowl from Harry. "You're done now. Go upstairs and get your backpacks, all of you. The bus will be here in 10 minutes." As the kids sluggishly dragged themselves up the stairs to their rooms, the phone rang. Ron put the bowl down in the sink and reached a hand to pull the mobile phone off the wall next to the toaster only a few feet away.
"Hello?" Ron started putting the dishes into the dishwasher.
"Ron! It's me… Harry!" Ron heard his best friend's voice come through the phone and an immediate smile erupted onto his face.
"Hey, man! What's up?"
"Well, I'm coming to America to visit you and your lovely family. I've taken a couple weeks off from work because I need a vacation! I haven't seen you since Christmas and it must be what… March now? Three months is too long man!" Harry was a famous Auror in England.
"When do you think you can be here?" Ron finished loading the dishwasher and put it on rinse and went to do the laundry when the kids came down.
"Bye dad!" was yelled from the front of the house.
"Bye kids!" Ron yelled back.
"Well, I can be there by tomorrow evening around 5 P.M. how does that sound?"
"Excellent! Can't wait to see you!"
"See you then! Bye Ron!"
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Hermione dropped her briefcase as she opened the door labeled Hermione G. Weasley – President of Weasley and Co. Lawyers. 'Damn it!' Hermione yelled at herself in her head. She picked up all the papers that had fallen out and rushed into her office slamming the door behind her. Glancing at her watch, she realized she still had a good 15 minutes before her meeting started. 'Calm down, Hermione!' She smoothed out her violet business suit. It was a just-below-knee length skirt made of slick silk and a button up blazer with a white blouse underneath, accessorized with an enormous amethyst jewel square cut, on a silver chain. Ron had given it to her for their 12th Anniversary present. Well one of the many gifts he had given to her.
Hermione rushed to get her a steaming cup of coffee, when her phone rang. 'Shit, who's going to bother me this time?'
"Hello?" Hermione said in her most curt voice.
"Hey, honey," Ron said smiling on the other end of the line.
"Ron, I really can't talk I've got a meeting in 5 minutes…" Hermione trailed off, but felt bad because he was in such a good mood lately.
"Well, I was just calling to make sure if it was okay if Harry could come visit tomorrow at 5 p.m.?"
"That's fine, I'm glad you called me. I'm sorry I'm just so stressed over everything lately. I didn't mean to blow you off this morning. Tonight… I promise," Hermione let out a sigh and started to look out at the busy New York traffic through her window.
"I know. It's okay. Well I'll let you go. Good luck in your meeting today. I love you."
"I love you too, bye babe." Hermione hung up the phone and walked out of her private office and headed towards the end of the hall for the Conference room.
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Ch. 1 – Morning Madness
Hermione Granger-Weasley ran through the kitchen grabbing a glazed donut and kissed her husband and three red-haired kids good-bye hurriedly because she was already 20 minutes late for work. Hermione was 32 and one of the most nation-wide known and liked lawyers of her time. She was living in the United States with her husband, Ron Weasley, and her three kids – Molly, Harry, and Charles. Ron was the stay-at-home dad, but he did play Quidditch for the very famous and successful Chudley Cannons as a keeper.
As she was still hustling to get out the door, Ron raced after her to open the door of their three-story mansion for her since her briefcase was obviously full of papers and was extremely heavy.
"Have a good day at work, Sweetheart!" He leaned in for another kiss, but Hermione was too late to stall anymore.
"I'm sorry, Honey, but I've really got to go. Tonight we'll stay home together. All the kids have places to go, I promise it'll be just you and me. See you!" Hermione climbed into her small, compact silver latest model BMW. Ron sighed as he shut the door. Ron was edging toward being 33 and was not very anxious about it. His birthday was less than a week away and he just did not like the fact he was getting one year older. Molly Weasley (the kid, not the grandmother) was nearing 11, Harry Weasley was nearing 9, and Charles Weasley (yet again, the kid, NOT the uncle) was nearing 8.
Ron walked into the kitchen to find Harry throwing Cheerios at Charles and Molly panicking that one would get in her long red hair.
"Ah! Harry put those down! It could land on me! DADDY!" Molly screamed in a spoiled-brat kind of way.
"Harry, stop throwing those at your brother. NOW!" Ron yelled taking the bowl from Harry. "You're done now. Go upstairs and get your backpacks, all of you. The bus will be here in 10 minutes." As the kids sluggishly dragged themselves up the stairs to their rooms, the phone rang. Ron put the bowl down in the sink and reached a hand to pull the mobile phone off the wall next to the toaster only a few feet away.
"Hello?" Ron started putting the dishes into the dishwasher.
"Ron! It's me… Harry!" Ron heard his best friend's voice come through the phone and an immediate smile erupted onto his face.
"Hey, man! What's up?"
"Well, I'm coming to America to visit you and your lovely family. I've taken a couple weeks off from work because I need a vacation! I haven't seen you since Christmas and it must be what… March now? Three months is too long man!" Harry was a famous Auror in England.
"When do you think you can be here?" Ron finished loading the dishwasher and put it on rinse and went to do the laundry when the kids came down.
"Bye dad!" was yelled from the front of the house.
"Bye kids!" Ron yelled back.
"Well, I can be there by tomorrow evening around 5 P.M. how does that sound?"
"Excellent! Can't wait to see you!"
"See you then! Bye Ron!"
~*~
Hermione dropped her briefcase as she opened the door labeled Hermione G. Weasley – President of Weasley and Co. Lawyers. 'Damn it!' Hermione yelled at herself in her head. She picked up all the papers that had fallen out and rushed into her office slamming the door behind her. Glancing at her watch, she realized she still had a good 15 minutes before her meeting started. 'Calm down, Hermione!' She smoothed out her violet business suit. It was a just-below-knee length skirt made of slick silk and a button up blazer with a white blouse underneath, accessorized with an enormous amethyst jewel square cut, on a silver chain. Ron had given it to her for their 12th Anniversary present. Well one of the many gifts he had given to her.
Hermione rushed to get her a steaming cup of coffee, when her phone rang. 'Shit, who's going to bother me this time?'
"Hello?" Hermione said in her most curt voice.
"Hey, honey," Ron said smiling on the other end of the line.
"Ron, I really can't talk I've got a meeting in 5 minutes…" Hermione trailed off, but felt bad because he was in such a good mood lately.
"Well, I was just calling to make sure if it was okay if Harry could come visit tomorrow at 5 p.m.?"
"That's fine, I'm glad you called me. I'm sorry I'm just so stressed over everything lately. I didn't mean to blow you off this morning. Tonight… I promise," Hermione let out a sigh and started to look out at the busy New York traffic through her window.
"I know. It's okay. Well I'll let you go. Good luck in your meeting today. I love you."
"I love you too, bye babe." Hermione hung up the phone and walked out of her private office and headed towards the end of the hall for the Conference room.
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