((A/N Takes place about 13 or so years after the war and dozen't completely follow the actual books so please just play along. – Really sorry about my spelling etc, trying to sort it…))

Disclaimer- Nope, don't own the characters blah, blah, blah…

A tall brown haired woman stands in the dining room of her new flat in muggle London, England unpacking the last box containing some of her muggle cooking books. She looks up with a smile as she sees her 13 year old daughter, Karina, come bouncing along the thin corridor with her long ginger curly hair tied back up out of her face.

'I just got my letter form Hogwarts!' She exclaims, her grin increasing causing her to look more and more like her father. She passes the piece of parchment enclosed in her soft hands to her mother as she puts the now empty cardboard box on the floor and flattens it.

Hermione quickly reads the letter excluding a list of what to get, very similar to the one she received when she first started Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry many years ago and lets a smile appear on her lips. Hermione had never thought she would return to England, but when she saw the look on her daughters face the month before, as she told her she had received a promotion, which meant they would be moving to England and Karina would be transferred to Hogwarts she didn't have much choice. Her young daughter is always fascinated whenever she tells her about the adventures her, Harry and Ron had there.

'When can we get my things mum? I'm dieing to see those book stores you were telling me about.' Karina says with a cheeky grin, looking up at her mother her slight American accent showing. 'Can we go tomorrow? Please??' Adding a pleading expiration which Hermione had seen far too many times before.

'Alright then…' she says with a sigh wondering what tomorrow would bring, hoping she won't bump into anyone before she has to.

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Fred sits in the back of the twins joke shop fiddling with an experiment. The shop had closed hours ago but he can't bring him self to go up stairs to where his identical twin and his pretty girl friend Katie are probably up to no good. Once again his thoughts drifted back to her. The one girl he loved, the girl who once loved him back. The girl who's heart broke because of him.

No one had heard of her since the day she ran out of the store crying, her heart breaking. All because of some silly mistake, all because of him. No matter how hard he tried or his twin, he just can't get over her.

'She's probably sitting somewhere across the world laughing with someone she loves, and has forgotten me. Married most likely and lives in a big house with its own library. Maybe pregnant or already with a child or two. They'll have her love of books, good looks…'

He snaps out of his wondering thoughts as his long time best friend Lee Jordan apparatus into the workshop. Lees scar from the war showing clearly as he walks across the room to greet is old friend muttering something about how Fred has no social life. A comment Fred chose to forget.

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Old memories she had been trying to ignore seem to come flooding back to her as they walk out on to the busy streets of London. She watch's as her daughter looks around excitedly, her robes fluttering in the slight wind, wondering where to go first. Karina looks at her mother wondering if now would be the best time to ask her.

Karina walks up to her mum considering the best way to ask her would be and just decides to get straight to the point. She takes a deep breath then beings.

'Mummy, who's my father? I mean, you never talk about him, no one in America knows him, and Granny and Grandpa just won't answer every time I ask about him. Mum I'm a big girl now, I want to know, I need to know, he's my father.'

Hermione looking slightly taken aback, looks back at her young daughter who resembles so much of the man she wishes she could forget, but then lets the shock pass deciding that she may as well know the truth.

'Come on let's get an ice cream, and sit down then I'll explain.' She said taking a deep breath and her daughters hand as she leads her over to a small cafeé on the corner of the street there currently standing in.

'Good morning madam, what will you be ordering today?' A young waiter with short dark blond hair asks the two as they sit down in the coys little cafeé by a big window.

'Two mint chocolate chip ice creams please.' Hermione says as she looks up at the waiter wondering how she was going to tell Karina about her father.

'With hundreds and thousands and strawberry sauce please.' Karina adds instantly with a grin, happy with the thought that she will get to know about the man that should be a big part of her life.

The waiter congers there ice cream and then disappears back behind the counter leaving the two. Hermione takes a deep breath ready to plunge in when the door opens and a voice she recognizes to well meets her ears.

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'Morning Greg, the usual please mate.' Harry says as her enters the small colorful café looking around for a place to sit when he spots a young woman with long slightly curly brown hair sitting in his usual seat. A young woman he never thought he would see again.

'Hermione…' The name leaves his soft lips as though he was dreaming.

She looks up in shock, her facial features the same as he remembers. Then a young girl of about 13 turns around. Her long strained ginger hair swaying in the breeze coming from the open door, to look at him. Then turns back.

'Mummy who's that?'

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(((Not sure about when ill get to update… quite busy at the moment with school etc. So I'm REALLY sorry if it takes a while.)))