Disclaimer: I don't not know any of JK Rowling's work (Harry Potter and characters, Hogwart's and so on), only the characters that I make up myself.

Hermione, 34, lives in Ireland, with her 17 year old daughter Aerowyn. Takes place after Hogwart's and when a new war is about to start. Enjoy. It's a brief chapter to bring you into the chapter, but is not a prologue.

Looking back on everything she thought that she made the wisest choice. But while looking off the cliffs into the crazed ocean, she thought that she left the world behind her. Ireland was her first choice and Dumbledore had made it possible for her. She lived in a small village off the west coast called Clifden. She thought that it was a beautiful place and she had fell in love with it at first sight.

She went into hiding after the war had finished, scared of what people might think of her. She had become a traitor. She slept with the enemy and had very much endangered the light sides chances. She went to Dumbledore and explained everything that had happened, that she didn't know that she was being used and deceived. He had understood and didn't look at her with accusing eyes, only eyes of pity and sorrow. She remembered that day clearly, and it was the day that she would never forget.

But as she looked out into the ocean, she realized that she fell in love with the enemy, and that she would never be with him, ever. She left all contacts behind, and only wrote to Harry and Ginny, whom where married now, Ron, and Dumbledore. They were the only ones she trusted and the only ones that forgave her. She never did tell them the reason why, and she never told them where she was. It was to keep them and herself safe. She still got the Daily Prophet from Dumbledore and knew the world that went on in London. She missed them and with that she had a choice. Go back or stay.

But she didn't have that choice any more, she only had to think about a girl, with curly brown hair and big hazel-grey eyes. She was the light of her life and soon would come to the time when she would go to back Hogwart's. Just like she used to.

"Máthair!" Aerowyn called as she opened the back door to the house. "When are you going to get your head out of the clouds and come inside!"

She looked back and smiled at her daughter. She walked towards the door and hugged her.

"When did you grow up on me?" she asked as she looked into her daughter's eyes, that were an mix of her mothers and fathers.

"Máthair, you know Tá grá agam duit." she said with tears in her eyes.

"I know I love you too. I will try not and miss you when your gone. And remember to visit your Aunt Ginny and Uncles Harry and ron during the breaks. Promise."

"I promise. But ma, when are you going to be there? Huh?" she said as her eyes turned a unsettling grey. "When I'm 17? When Ma? When are you going to come to England?"

She sighed and shook her head. "You know I can't Aerowyn. You know that I just can't do that anymore."

"Why cause you are 'Hermione Granger' the one who betrayed Harry Potter. Mom you know that is old news. Nobody cares about that."

"You don't understand!" Hermione walked past her and into the kitchen.

Aerowyn looked at her mother and fury was hidden deep within her. "Then make me understand, Dammit mom. I want to understand."

"Don't take that tone with me, young lady." Hermione whipped around and had fury that matched her daughter's. "Fine you want to know?"

Aerowyn nodded her head yes.

"I'm still wanted there. Not by Harry and the others, but by the self reclaimed death eaters." She looked at the shock on her daughters face. "Happy now. They still want me cause I was playing the spy. I was for the light side and pretended to be bad. Then I did something that I should have never done." Hermione looked away and stared out the window. "I slept with the enemy and fell in love with him."

"Athair..." Aerowyn whispered.

"Yes your father. Oh how I loved him. But it was wrong. I don't regret it one bit. Only regret that he would never know you." she looked back at the girl that was now sitting on one of the chairs. "You know who he is, I never kept that from you. And when you turn sixteen, the invisible bind on that will be gone and you can pursue him all you want."

Aerowyn shook her head and the tears started to fall down her face. The face of her mothers. Hermione was happy about that. She was happy that the only thing that she had inherited from her father was her quidditch skills, half the eye colour and she skin tone.

Hermione walked over to her daughter and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Go get ready, you got to leave soon for your uncles." she smiled.

"Okay." Areowyn whispered and went upstairs.

Hermione sat down in the seat and sighed to herself. It was going to be a long year and Hermione knew that her daughter was grown up, that she was going to be turning seventeen in November. And she was going to surprise her by being there. Gillian Brady of Ireland, Former Hermione Granger from England, was going to go to her daughter's seventeenth birthday. Whether it killed her or not.

This is Hermione's and Aerowyn's story. Things will happen that weren't suppose to happen and secrets will get let out.

Well this is the first chapter of Irish Hearts. Things will get interesting. It's a little sad actually. Hopefully it will turn out like I hope. One things that is different about this story then my others is there isn't going to be a lot of kids from Harry and Ginny's relationship, and Ron's either. You will find out what happens in the next chapter. (can't ruin it for ya ;)) Enjoy.

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