A/N: Well, here I am again! But this time, I swear, the unreliable Jenna will update her story more than once a month. I fell in love with this story, and I hope ya'll like it as much as I do.

Surprises: Small and Big

Chapter One: The Trunk

Sophia Lalaine (Weasley) Granger sat at the table in her kitchen, very, very confused.

She was very tall for her age, which was only just six years old, and had the prettiest hair anyone had ever seen. It was all the way down to her mid back, the perfect shade of Weasley Red, and it had just the right kind of wave that made her look extremely mature. The maturity level was brought down just a tad bit when you saw that her face was entirely covered with freckles. But that was fine by Sophia. She didn't want to be too beautiful.

Sophia was confused by her mother. They lived together in a one room apartment in Westerville, Ohio, America. For as long as Sophia could remember, it had just been her and Hermione. No one else.

She had asked about her father, one time or another. She remembered what had happened and never asked again.

"Mommy, who is my Daddy?" asked a five year old Sophia. Hermione looked down at her, her face etched with anger and worry.

"Why would you ask that, beautiful?" Hermione replied.

"Cause all the other kids all have Daddies, and it's just me and you here by ourselves." Hermione had looked into her daughters face and saw it covered with innocence. This made her so sad, she almost started crying right then.

It wasn't Sophia's fault that Hermione had gotten pregnant at seventeen. It wasn't Sophia's fault that Mrs Weasley was probably dead. It wasn't Sophia's fault that Hermione ran away to America.

"Sophia, your Daddy was a very nice man. You would have loved him very much. I did. But we had to go far away from Daddy because something bad happened and I couldn't be around him anymore. It's not your fault, all right, baby?" Hermione had said to her little daughter.

"Okay, Mommy. Will I ever meet him, though?" asked Sophia, sweetly.

"I don't know. I don't think we'll ever go back there. I'm not sure." Hermione tucked a strand of bushy brown hair behind her ear and looked into her daughters chocolate brown eyes.

"Mommy, did you leave Daddy because he was mad at you?" asked Sophia, unsurely. She was a very smart five year old, Hermione knew this, but she hadn't been expecting this question.

Hermione couldn't hold it in any more. She burst into tears and ended the discussion. It was the first and last time Sophia had seen her mother cry.

Back to the kitchen, and the confused Sophia.

Sophia was, as we know, confused by her mother. Her mother had never, ever slept in longer than Sophia had. And yet, Sophia was awake, here, in the kitchen, and her mother was still fast asleep in bed.

She got up and tip toed down the hall to her bedroom. Her kitten, Rommie, was laying on her bed purring. Sophia looked around. Everything seemed to be all right in here. She tiptoed over to her mother's room and peeked in. Everything was all right in here it seemed, too. But then she noticed something different. The lid to Hermione's 'treasure trunk' was open just a crack. She could see it from the closet.

I wonder why that's open? She walked over to the trunk, wondering. She once told her mother that she would never, ever open the treasure trunk until she was eighteen years old and graduating from high school. Hermione had emptied the trunk that she had taken with her every year to Hogwarts and filled it with memories of Ron, her, and Harry.

She had decided she would show it to Sophia when Sohia turned eighteen. Sophia didn't really like this plan, but the trunk was usually locked.

Untill today, apparently.

When she got to the trunk, she opened the lid just a small crack. There was a scarlet and gold photo album right on the top. Sophia picked it up, and --

"Sophia Lalaine Granger, WHAT do you think you are doing?" uh oh. It was Hermione. Sophia groaned. Her mother was nice most of the time, but when she was in a temper, watch out!

"You promised me you would never open that trunk without my permission. Am I wrong, young lady?"

"No, Mommy. I'm sorry." Hermione's eyes immediately softened.

"I'll show you what's in there some day, baby, I promise," she told her six year old daughter tenderly.

"I know you will, Mommy."

Hermione immediately felt guilty again. Maybe I should just show her now. No. It's too early. She's not ready yet. She's still a baby.

"Hey, Soph?" Hermione said calmly.

"Yes, Mommy?" replied Sophia.

"Do you realize that we're both an hour late for school?"

They both laughed. It was a funny thought. Sophia had been going to school for two years now, she was in kindergarten. She hadn't been late a day in her life.

Hermione was a junior at Ohio State University. She was earning a degree that meant something in the muggle world, unlike her Hogwarts diploma.

Hermione ran to her bathroom to get dressed for classes while Sophia got her book bag together.

Sophia was thinking about what had just happened with her mother. This was very strange behavior for both of them. Hermione had stayed up extremely late last night looking at whatever was in that trunk, and Sophia had been feeling funny lately. Like something was missing. She just wasn't quite sure what it was yet.

After dropping Sophia off at her elementary school, Hermione pulled into a deserted parking lot, grabbed her wand, and whispered a spell under her breath. Something she very rarely did, never around her daughter.

Her green bug transfigured into a small green pen and she picked it up. She put it in her pocket and apparated to her school about twelve miles away.

She had already missed her first class, but her friend Lissy came bounding out of it with so much energy, Hermione had no idea she'd just come from class.

"Where were you, 'Mione?" asked Lissy. Hermione looked up at her friend, wondering just what to say.

Lissy was a tall, beautiful, true blue blond. She had long, slender legs, and a great personality. She could get annoying sometimes, but then, who didn't? She had been Hermione's best friend ever since the first day of school. Who else would spend endless hours in the library with her?

When Hermione and Lissy were in the library studying for an exam, Hermione's cell phone started vibrating. "Oh!" she cried. She'd forgotten she put it on vibrate.

"Hello, Hermione Granger speaking," Hermione answered her phone.

"Ms. Granger, this is Mrs. Champlane, your daughter's principal. I suggest that you come to the school as soon as you can."

"Excuse me? Did Sophia do something?" asked Hermione, sounding very worried. Sophia hardly ever got into trouble, except when she was falling for the other children's pranks on her.

"Well, something odd has been happening in Sophia's class ever since lunch time, I believe. I'm not positive if it's Sophia's fault, but this is very unusual behavior."

"Well, all right, I'll be there as soon as I can."

About twenty minutes later, Hermione pulled into the parking lot of Sophia's school. She went inside and headed for the principal's office right away.

Mrs. Champlane greeted her warmly and took her down to Sophia's classroom. Hermione peeked in the window and gasped at what she saw.

All of the students, and the teacher, were asleep on the floor. Everyone except Sophia, who was playing a game by herself.

"Apparently, this has been going on for about an hour now. We didn't notice until one of the students walked by and reported it to us. Now, even though this might not be Sophia's fault, we feel that she should be punished some way because she did not report this strange occurrence, so we are going to suspend her for one day. Is that all right with you, Ms Granger? I am very sorry if it inconveniences you."

Hermione was completely baffled for about five seconds. Then she hit herself on the head, and inwardly groaned. Of course this would happen! Sophia was the daughter of a witch and a wizard! And she didn't even know it!

She knew that Sophia should have told someone that everyone else fell asleep, but then, knowing her father, Hermione didn't really blame her. Some of Sophia's genes weren't exactly the more honest ones. Or the ones that actually cared about her teachers, anyways.

"Yes, Mrs. Champlane. I think a day off is just what Sophia needs. She will not be in school tomorrow. Thank you for alerting me."

Hermione then went in, picked up Sophia (in a manner of speaking) and together, they left the school.

Hermione knew what this meant all too well. Sophia was magical, that was obvious. And Hogwarts would want her, there was no doubt. Professor Dumbledore was the only one in all of England who knew where Hermione was anyways. Sophia would get the letter. But before she did, Hermione would tell her the truth.

Tomorrow, she would get out the trunk.

Here's a question for you to think about: WHICH WEASLEY FATHERED SOPHIA? Shouldn't be too hard. If you get it right in your review, cookies to you. I'll mention you at the beginning of the next chapter. If you don't wanna be mentioned, here's a tip: don't answer the question!

A/N: Did you all like it? I hope so; I did. I know it was short and all, but hey, forgive me, all right? I'm not a pro yet.

Some parts may be confusing you, but hopefully I'll explain it all in the next chapter, with the story of Sophia's birth and why Hermione ran away (it wasn't because of Sophia, surprisingly).

I would like to take the time to NOT pressure you into reviewing (Although it WOULD be nice), to NOT say please don't flame me, and to say - Totally don't listen to those two sentences. I NEED REVIEWS!

Thanks,

Jenna