Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter. But I am Kathy. And I own Harry Potter . . . books.
Rosie was looking through her mother's old trunk. She was very excited. Exactly one more month and she's off to Hogwarts with her cousins. Even though there's plenty of time left, she wanted to pack as quickly as possible. Rosie didn't have her own trunk, so Hermione told her to go up to the attic to get the trunk she used in her days at Hogwarts.
As she went through the trunk, she found tons of old text books; and each one had the label "Hermione Jane Granger" on it. Rosie smiled. She's going to have a lot of fun reading some of the older books they had back when her mother and father were in school. Add that with the new editions they had nowadays, she may even beat her mother as being the smartest witch of her age.
"I'm going to love this," Rosie said to herself, "There's so much to read; so much to learn." She sighed. Like mother like daughter.
Inside there was also an old photo album. In it were a bunch of photographs of Hermione and Ron. Oooh, Mommy and Daddy's pictures are in here? I wonder why they never took these out to see. . Rosie wondered. As she looked through them, she found pictures of them mostly when they were in Hogwarts. There were also pictures of Harry and Ginny. As she got deeper into the album, she found a picture of a younger Hermione with an obvious pregnant stomach standing by Ginny.
Oh! This must be when Mommy was pregnant with me! Hmm, but she looks a lot different then in the picture in the living room, Rosie wondered. Then she looked in the back of the photo. It was three years before she was even born. What on heck? I don't have an older brother or sister though. . .
Rosie ran down to the kitchen where her mother was cooking and her father was trying to get little Hugo to eat his vegetables. She stood there looking at this image for a while. She was going to miss this when she would leave for Hogwarts.
"Mommy?" Rosie said.
"Hmm?" Hermione replied.
Rosie held up the photo. "What's this? When was it taken? Do I have an older brother or sister? I thought I was the oldest. Or is this just the wrong date? If so, then how come you look so different than the picture in the living room?"
Everyone stared at her. Hermione stood with the stove going on; staring motionless at Rosie. Ron was looking down at his feet, not saying a word. Hugo was hiding his vegetables under the plate. The pot on the stove began to boil.
"Rosie," Hermione said in an unnaturally even low tone, "Where did you get that?"
"It was in the trunk Mommy. Why do you ask?" Rosie asked curiously.
"Give it here." Hermione walked towards Rosie, snatched the picture, and walked away. Rosie looked upset and confused.
"Daddy? Did I do something wrong?" Rosie asked in a small voice.
"Hmm. No Sweetie. It's just that. . . I'll explain when sometime later." And with that, Ron walked away, following Hermione.
Later that night. . .
There sat Hermione on the bed, silently crying. Ron was trying so hard to calm her down. Little they knew that Rosie was outside the doorway listening in and wondering why her mother got so upset that afternoon.
"Mione? Honey, please calm down. Rosie doesn't know. She didn't mean to. She doesn't know about. . . Angel. Neither one of the children know about him."
Angle. . . Who's that? Rosie wondered. She leaned in to hear more. Unfortunately for her, she leaned a bit too much and toppled down towards the door. She collapsed in the floor.
"Oh . . . –ahem– hi Mom. Hi Dad. Ahah. . Hah. . . Hah. . ." Rosie said feebly.
"Rosie, what are you doing up so late?" Hermione looked up, confused. But her eyes were red and puffy and her voice was light and scratchy.
"Mom, what's wrong? I'm not stupid. You're crying." Rosie said bluntly, "And. . . Do I have an older brother I should know about?"
Ron and Hermione exchanged glances and sighed in defeat.
"Rosie, Sweetie, there's something you need to know," Ron began, "Three years before you were born, Mommy was going to have another baby, named Angel."
"Going to?" Rosie asked, full with curiosity.
"I think you should hear this now, Rose. It's time for you to know." Hermione softly said.
"About. . ?" Rosie prompted.
"About," Hermione paused.
"You're brother." Ron completed.
A/N: Well? How was it? Too lame? Too Cheesy? Push that review button and let me know. And if you're going to tell me you don't like it, give me a reason please. Oh and incase you guys think Rosie's too smart for an eleven year old, well, that's how I want her to be. She is Hermione's daughter after all. ^-^
P.S. If by any chance that this type of story has already been made, please tell me so I can take mine off, because that would be awkward; but I haven't come across any stories like this before. . .
