A/N:I started wrighting this a long time ago. So I hadn't even thought of Parking Meters and Thrown Appliances when I started wrighting this. I named the Jeffery in this story Jeffery before I named Jeffery in Parking Meters and Thrown Appliances. They are not the same Jeffery. OK now that I've said that... Let the story begin.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to JK Rowling

Ginny walked into the Burrow. Five little kids ran up to her and hugged her. She sighed and pushed them off. Ginny was not having a good day. When Ginny walked the apartment she had shared with Seamus that morning, she saw Seamus making out with some blonde. So now she was boyfriendless and she had homeless. She was very unhappy until she saw Jeffery.

Jeffery had messy, redish/brown hair that hung down to right below his eyebrows and big happy, blue eyes. "Aunt Ginny" he said when he saw her. He ran to hug her.

"Hey Jeffy." She said calling him their special nicknames. "Are you having fun."

"Uh-huh. I'm playing hide-and-go-seek with Henry and Jimmy." He said. "Don't tell them where I am." Jeffery was sitting on a bed in Percy's old room.

"Ok, I won't." she said.

"Are you having fun?" he asked.

She said, "no, not really my boyfriend was kissing another girl today."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well that's stinks."

"So how are you and your Daddy?" Ginny asked, changing the subject.

"Good. Daddy and me have a lot of fun. Sometimes he even takes me flying with him. He told me that when I'm nine he might get me a broom!" Jeffery exclaimed. "Aunt Ginny?"

"Yes Jeffy?" Ginny asked as she laid her head down on one of the pillows.

"Did I ever have a mum?" Jeffy asked innocently.

Ginny panicked. "Well, er, what brings you to that subject."

"Some kids in my play group talk about their mums." Jeffery began to cry a little. "It's not fair. Why don't I have one?"

Ginny had no idea what to tell Jeffery. Would it really make him feel better if she told him to the truth? Luckily, she was saved by her mother calling for everyone in for lunch.

Jeffery and Ginny made their way to the back yard where the rest of the family sat. All of Ginny's brothers and all of their spouses and kids sat waiting for them.

"Thank God! Now we can eat!" Fred exclaimed. Angelina, his wife, smacked him playfully over his head.

"Where were you two?" Ron asked as the sat down next to him.

"Hide and seek daddy." Jeffery explained popping a grape into his mouth. "Guess what I found in Uncle Bighead's room?"

Fred, George, and Ron all gave Jeffery fleeting glances and they shook their heads. Percy glared at them. Ron pulled whispered into Jeffrey's ear that he wasn't to say that.

"Oops, I mean Uncle Percy's room?" Jeffery asked, correcting himself. Percy looked away and the three boys each emitted a relieved sigh.

"What?" Ron asked, devouring the food on his plate. Ginny sighed as she watched her brother eat.

"well…" Ginny tuned them out as the engaged in conversation of the mysteries of Percy's sock drawer. She thought about the question Jeffery had asked earlier.

"Ginny? Hello, earth to Ginny?" Ron said, waving his hand in front of Ginny's face.

Ginny snapped her head up. "Yeah?"

"You've been rather quiet. Are you ok?" Ron asked in a concerned voice.

Well, better get this over with. "Er, yeah. Ron do you think we could talk?"

"Sure." Ginny and Ron got out of their seats and walked to a bench. Jeffery waved from the overlarge picnic table. Ron waved merrily back. "So what do you want to talk about?"

"Er, well, Jeffery wanted to know about his mum today." Ginny said. She looked anxiously at Ron to see his expression.

"Oh, really. What did you tell him?" Ron asked in a different manner than he had before.

"Nothing. Ron –I know it was horrible—but Jeffrey, he deserves to know. he was so little when it happened. Only two." Ginny said.

Ron was looking at the ground. "Ok." He muttered softly.

Jeffery was on the sofa. Ron walked in carrying a large box. "What's that?" Jeffery asked. Ron sat beside him.

"Jeffery, Aunt Ginny told me that you wanted to know about you mum." Ron said. Jeffery nodded. "Well, er, I've, er got some stuff about her."

"So I had a mum. What was her name? was she pretty? Did she love me? Why isn't she here now? Did she love you? Did you love her?" Jeffery asked wildly.

Ron pulled a picture out of the box. "This was your mum." Jeffery took the picture from Ron. He looked over every single detail.

"Look! She waving at me!" Jeffery said waving back at the picture.

"And this is another picture." Ron said.

Jeffery took this picture with the same excitement of the picture before. "Look it's you and mummy. Hi mummy! Hi daddy!" He waved at the picture. Ron gave him another one. "Icky. You and mummy are kissing."

Ron blushed. "That was are wedding day." For the next few minutes Ron showed Jeffery all the pictures in his large box.

Finally, they were finished looking at pictures. "Why isn't she here anymore?" he asked sadly.

Ron knew this was coming up. He took large breath. "She er left us." He said in a flat tone.

"Why?" Jeffery asked looking surprised. He looked at the picture he was holding. "No. She didn't leave us." He shook his head. "No!" Jeffery got off of the sofa and ran to his room.

Ron slowly walked to Jeffrey's room. He stood in the doorway watching as Jeffery sobbed in his bed. Ron sat down next to him. "Hey, buddy." He said putting a hand on Jeffrey's back. "It's going to be ok."

Jeffery moved from lying on his bed to lying in his dad's lap. "Why?" Jeffery said. He wiped away a few tears. "You told me she loved me"

"She did, she loved you very much." Ron said. He rubbed Jeffery's back slowly as he pictured Jeffrey's mum in his head.

"Than why" sniffle, "did she leave?" Jeffery asked sitting up and staring at his dad.

"I don't know." Ron said shaking he head. "I don't know."

It was a few weeks later. Ron walked into his flat and was surprised to see an unfamiliar owl sitting on the kitchen table. He picked up the owl and untied the letter. He gaped at the familiar curvy script on the envelope and was tempted to throw it, unopened in the trash. He didn't. He took the letter out and read it.

Dear Ron,

I did something utterly stupid and I don't blame you if you hate me. But, I would like to explain my actions. If you want to, meet me at the Leaky Cauldron at three o'clock, next Saturday. I won't feel hurt if you don't come.

Sincerely,

Hermione

Ron crumpled up the letter and threw it in the trash.