The Weasley family finished singing happy birthday and Hermione blew out the candles. Ron was standing behind her and bent down over her chair to say quietly in her ear; "22. Youre gettin' old, Hermione... We'd better hurry up and do it before we're great grandparents." He stood up straight and Hermione smiled up at him and he figured she was probably thinking "Go for it" So he announced to his family that they would be married 6 months later, in March. Harry, Ginny, George, Andrometa, and the parents were congratulating them. Rons parents. Not Hermione's. She hadnt heard of her parents in 4 years. Her face fell at the thought of her parents not getting to celebrate this moment. Nobody really noticed Hermione's expression because they were too excited. "Excuse me" she said with a fake smile and went up to Rons room. The small celebration had died down, and Harry found Hermione in her room, looking through an album of old photos. He sat down next to her and picked up a photo that had fallen from the album off the bed. It was of Hermione at age 4 or maybe 5, in a pink shirt, with a toy microphone in her hand, apparently singing a song for the camera. "Who's this?" Harry asked, pointing to an infant in the background. Hermione chuckled at a memory of the baby. "That was my brother, Cole. He died in an accident when I was 11." She replied. "Oh...sorry" Harry started with a confused look. "You never told us you had a- Hey, Whats this?" A very old notebook page slipped out from between in pages, right into his lap. A word- well, a name- jumped out at him before Hermione grabbed it from his hands. It said "Weasleys" the page looked at least ten years old. Impossible, he mustve misread it. "Nothing" Hermione snapped as she grabbed it and tucked it away between the pages from which it fell. Hermione had a look on her face that made Harry surprised that there wasnt a light bulb over her head. She made him leave the room and thats when it all started. The secrets, the lies, and the solitude.