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Hermione was sitting in her favorite wicker rocking chair feeding her three month old daughter, Gemma, when the letter came. The owl was pecking furiously on the window. Hermione was afraid he would wake the others. "Ron!" she said loudly. Ron woke up from his before bed nap and rubbed his eyes.

"What? What? I'm up, okay..."Ron exclaimed.

Hermione shushed him loudly. "Be quiet, I don't want to wake the kids! I can't get up, or Gemma will wake up. You need to get the owl at the window. Now, hurry up!"

"I'm going…I'm going." With that, he stood up and jogged to the window. When he opened it the owl went rushing in. It landed on the countertop and Ron quickly pulled the letter from the owl's small leg. It was addressed:

Mr. and Mrs. R. Weasly

624 Cherry St.

Brentwood

England

United Kingdom

Ron flipped over the envelope and saw the familiar seal of his and his wife's former school, Hogwarts. He smiled widely and held it up for Hermione to see. She squinted in the dim lamp light.

The baby bottle was empty and the little girl was finally asleep. "Here," she said as she stood up, "Hold her." Hermione held out their sleeping daughter and took the envelope from him. "Put her to bed, okay? And don't wake anyone else!"

"I won't, don't worry." He then brought Gemma up the stairs to the bedroom she shared Ron and Hermione's three year old daughter, Meggie. Their six year old twins, Allison and Eric shared the room right next to Gemma's and Meggie's. So, after he laid Gemma in her crib, he went and checked on each of his beautiful children, sleeping soundly in there beds.

Ron and Hermione had been married for seven years, they had four great kids, and they had good jobs. He didn't ever want his children to grow up the way he had, where the only new clothes you had were hand me downs and you were looked down on because everyone knew were poor.

Well, his dream had come true. He and his family lived in a two story home. There were four bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms. The kitchen was large and the playroom was bigger then the family room. There were two studies, one for Ron and one for Hermione. Yeah, they were pretty well off.

He tip-toed back downstairs and sat next to his wife on the couch. "What does it say?" he asked her, putting his arm around her shoulder.

She held up the letter and smiled, saying, "Looks like a ten year class reunion. It says:

'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Weasly,

You are invited to the ten year reunion of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry class of 2002. We very much look forward to seeing all of the students again and to see where you've all ended up. The reunion will be held mainly in the Great Hall, but you may go wherever you wish during the time.

The reunion will be on Saturday, July 16th. . It will be held from 5:00 pm. Until 1:00 am. We look forward to seeing you there.

Sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress'

"Sounds fun," agreed Ron quickly, with as smile on his face. "You want to bring the kids?"

"Of course, Ronald!" Hermione replied incredulously. "We couldn't leave them!"

"I know, I was just asking," chuckled Ron, throwing his hands in the air. "Hey, you go write the school and I'll go write Harry and Lara. Sound good?"

"Sure, but let's do it in the morning. I'm beat," Hermione replied through a wide yawn. Ron agreed and they went up to bed.