Author A/N: Ok now I know I said that Nobody Loves You would be a one-shot. Well, I guess I lied, this is a companion fic to my other story Nobody Loves You. You don't really have to read the other one but well ok yeah you do or you can just kind of be confused. The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Please keep in mind that this is being written at 12:49 AM and for some reason the plot seemed ok. Good old Voldies dead, and the Horcruxes were never there. So without anymore ramblings from an author on a sugar high I bid you good reading, enjoy the story and click the pretty blue button at the bottom of the page that says review.
Return from Exile
Why was she back here? She promised, no, she swore that she would never return. Damn that Weasley man. She had been enjoying a relaxing camping trip with a few girlfriends of hers when he came running across the site ushering them to a different location. He made some outrageous lie about a biohazard, frankly she was quite surprised he knew what one was, must have been his muggle fanatic fathers doing. She knew though, the second she had seen his flaming hair and tall figure running franticly that it had been no biohazard, but a wizarding hazard. Damn him for recognizing her. They had barely even meat more than that summer in her fourth year and for Dumbledore's funeral. Damn him for remembering her, he shouldn't have, she was only his youngest brothers friend, nothing special.
She could only wonder how the dragon had gotten out of control, she couldn't see it yet, and of course she couldn't hear it, but her heart told her that Charlie was trying to keep everyone out of danger from a damn dragon, which she later learned was a Swedish Shortsnout, as to what it was doing in Brittan she is still confused about, but it was there, and trying to rampage all over her lovely camp out, and unfortunately her and her friends. Damn that bloody Weasley of a man. Damn him twice for telling his mother that he had caught sight of the once lost Ms. Granger, or Ms. Dune as she had gone by in the muggle world. Damn that infernal woman for inviting her to dinner. She could never resist Molly's cooking.
That's why she is sitting on a train, heading towards St. Ottery Catchpole for a scheduled dinner with the Weasleys. Damn him for putting a tracking charm on her, she should have known he wouldn't have let her go that easily. Apparently Ron and Harry missed her terribly, it was one of the only things Charlie said in his rush of excitement. They had also become aurors, surprisingly ranking with the higher ups very quickly, and not just on fame. That bloody Weasley was the only one from the wizarding world she had talked to in three years, and he thought it wise to send her an owl asking her to dinner and telling her about various things that have happened in the lives of the magical.
Harry was married, to Ginny that was not much of a shocker. Ron was married also, to Lavender, even scarier. Luna is still insane, well in her own way and now known as Luna Lovegood-Weasley, for some reason the illustrious George Weasley was enamored with her. Quite odd really, no one had even scene them as a possible couple. Bill was with Fleur, no surprise there, but Molly had finally been graced with a granddaughter, a beautiful two year old named Voletta obviously Fleur had picked the name. Fred was struggling with the death of his long time fiancée Angelina to the hands of a Death Eater and in his own shell. Charlie was surprisingly single. Even though Voldemort was dead Death Eaters still fought for their beliefs, sparing none.
She was so caught up in her thoughts about how much things had changed that she barely noticed the change in scenery, the had pulled into the station. As the doors opened she left her compartment and stepped off the train, smiling sweetly to the porter who had held the door for her. Adjusting her backpack on her right shoulder she began her trek to the Weasley household.
Damn that man.
