"Hermione, there is a call for you on line one" a petite blonde said to the doctor.
"Thanks, Mary! I will take it in my office" Hermione replied. She was a beautiful brunette woman who did not look a day over 21 though she was. She walked into her office that was covered in pictures of redheaded people. They all waved and smiled. Hermione sat down at her desk and picked up the phone.
"Dr. Weasley, speaking" she said.
"I do love it when you say that" replied the man's voice on the other line.
"Ronald. Why are you calling?" She asked her husband as a smile crept across her face.
"Does a man need a reason to call his wife" Ron answered.
"You do when you disturb her at work."
"Well if you must know Ginny and Harry want us over for dinner tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to go."
"Of course I want to go! I have not talked to them in weeks, we have all been so busy."
"That is what I figured but I wanted to make sure before I set anything up."
"Go ahead. Is it a dinner with or without the children?"
"With. They said we would do another night just the four of us but tonight is for family."
"For family? She does not mean that everyone is going to be there does she?"
"Well you know the Weasley's if one part of the family gets together somehow everyone gets together."
"Right. Well that is fine. It will be good to see how everyone is. I will try to get home early then and get ready."
"Alright. I love you Mione!"
"I love you too Ron." She set down the phone and stared at the picture on her desk. It was three kids standing in front of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The dream team was what they were considered. The three that helped defeat Lord Voldemort. Sometimes Hermione wished that they were young again. She loved her family and adored her job but sometimes she just wished for the simplicity of childhood, not that hers was ordinary.
She sighed and then went back to work. There was no reason to worry about things like that now anyways. She had patients to see. She grabbed the first chart and stepped into the room.
There was a beautiful redhead girl sitting on the bed. She had a huge gash in her knee and what looked like a broken arm.
"Well what happened to you?" Hermione asked the little girl
"I was dueling and I got hit. But don't worry the other kid looks worse!" the girl replied.
"I am sorry. She likes to get into fights. I think she gets it from her mother" said the man sitting down next to the bed. Hermione looked at him and then squealed.
"Oh my god! Justin, I thought you and Rhianna moved back to Ireland?"
"Well we did but I wanted Isabella here to go to school at Hogwarts so we moved back. She starts this September." Justin replied.
"That is awesome. She is going to love it"
"Yeah, if she could stop getting into fights."
"Just teach her to beat up Slytherins." They both laughed. Hermione healed Isabella and made plans for Justin and her to get together later in the week.
The rest of the day flew by and before she knew it Hermione was back in her office. When she entered her room she knew something was not right. The pictures were still smiling and waving but she knew something was not right. She went to her desk and saw a letter sitting on top of her paperwork. She grabbed it and opened it.
I have been watching you for a while now. Are you ready to be mine again?
Hermione read the letter again and again. The words filling her head and tears starting in her eyes . Then the room went black.