A/N: Okay, you made it to the second chapter I see! Wonderful! Well i just need to say, a few things of notice here while I can. The canon is switched a bit. This does take place after the seventh book... BUT Snape Lupin Tonks Dumbledore and Sirius are still alive. Look at this as a breather from the sorrow of the real story but this is just all for pure fun! =]

DISCLAIMER! I don't own HP. Just the story =]


Chapter 2: What must be done

"I couldn't thank you enough Tom," Hermione said yet again for the tenth time.

"It's alright miss, your mother would have wanted me to... she made me promise to protect you," Toms friendly toothless smile gave Hermione a fuzzy friendly feeling in her stomache, her mother had been such an amazing woman. Though not a witch she had magic that no one could understand. The magic of a mother. Her mother was the most beautiful woman in all of London. The papers said that she was murdered by a killer that was on the loose, but Hermione had been there when it had happened... The knife seering every inch of her mother's flesh... out of jealousy. Her father was such a jealous man because of how much she was looked at by other men. Just walking down Tottenham Court Road she would get many on-lookers drooling at her as she passed.

In the time she was thinking of her mother Tom had completely healed her face.

"Thank you Tom," she said downing her goblet of firewhiskey.

"Well, you should be heading back-"

"NO!" she almost yelped.

"Why? You can't depart of him, he's your father... and your only 17. You are just barely of age!"

"I was at the battle of Hogwarts at the start of my seventeenth year Tom! I was on the front lines! Besides, if I go back I'll only end up coming back here as I always have since I was twelve."

"But, where are you to go?" he sighed.

"Well..." She looked up at Tom with her 'puppy eyes'.

"Sorry miss, I'm all booked up to the new year," he looked down at her with a smile in his eyes.

She looked as though some light burned on in her head, "Do you have yourself any Floo?" she said.

"Why yes I do, miss."

He pulled from under the bar a small jar of a green powder, she took a small handfull.

"Whe-" she stopped when he pointed just behind them the large fire place, "Thank you,"

"I say! 'Thank you' would be your first words there Miss Granger," he laughed a hearty laugh as she stepped into the emerald flames.

Hermione waved back at Tom one last time, as she bellowed "The Burrow!" and she spun out of sight.


It was dead dark at the burrow and the Weasly's and Harry seemed to have all lost their ways seeking the candels... basically useing each of themselves as walls...

"George!"

"What?"

"I can't see a thing!"

"Oh! You think I can you half wit!"

"George!"

"Mum!"

"Arthur!"

"Harry!"

"Ron!"

"Ginny!"

"Dad!"

"Fred!"

"GEORGE!"

Just then Green flames lightened the room, and out stepped...

"Hermione?"


All of the Weaslys, Hermione and Harry sat around the now candle lit dining room. They had caught up with Hermione since the last several months they had not heard a single word from her. But as the clock struck two it was time for Mr. and Mrs. Weasly to retire.

"Well now dears, we'll be off to bed... Hermione dear?" yawned Mrs. Weasly,

"Yes ma'am?" she replied,

"Would you be staying with us over the holidays?"

"May I?"

Molly smiled at her, "Yes dear, of course."

Hermione and Mrs. Weasly shared a mother daughter moment. Then she and Mr. Weasly were off to bed. Suddenly the table turned on her.

"Alrighty miss... spill it," George Weasly looked right at her,

"What do you want me to say?" she said innocently.

"Why you suddenly show up and with no luggage... suddenly then decide you are on vacation and stay the holidays with us..." Hermione lifted her brow as Fred finally finished.

"I didn't realize me staying hre all those summers before bothered you before now my dear Fred..."

"But even then you had two tons of luggage," he had cornered her.

She searched her mind for an escape route,

Well then you want the truth...My father is an abusive asshole who decided that he owned me because we share the same last name, so he up and decides to beat me to a pulp for some rubbish everyday claiming I learn some thing new everyday...

"Well my father..uh- decided I should get out of the house... that it wasn't good for my health to sit around all day everyday thinking of my mother she was a great woman but it has been several years now and I do need to get away from it all... he started talking about how they met and how beautiful she was when I got so upset I left without my stuff, I had packed but I just forgot,"

She lied and she hated it. To her own family she lied...

"Oh Hermione," Ginny hugged her friend, "I really am sorry for your mother, I don't mean to bring her up but she was very beautiful, you will end up looking like her I can see it now... you're already starting to be just as beautiful as her," a pearly tear rolled down her cheek.

"Thank you Gin."

She winked "Anytime."

The clock in the living room chimed 2:30, "We all better head to bed," said Ginny

They all stood and started up the stairs. First Giny, then Hermione followed, the rest behind her.

Harry was behind Hermione, he looked up and was stareing right at her back side, he looked for a moment in awe. He never quite reconized that Hermione really had a nice butt. It wasn't too big, too rounded, or too small, or flat... it was a nice back side. It wasn't a moment he realized that this was Hermione, and she wasn't exactly the spit-fire that Ginny was, none the less... They reached Ginny's room and they said good night.

"Well it's good night to you boys," chirped Hermione stretching.

George had meant to look at the floor but as she was stretching Hermione's shirt lifted just above her belly button. She had a flat stomache, not to a curvey workout woman but one that isn't skin and bone, it was a creamy milky color. That was naturally made, not magically made.

"Good night," she hugged and kissed all of them.

"Night Harry," she hugged and kissed his cheek.

"Good night George," she hugged and kissed him.

"Night Fred," she stood on her tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek when he turned accidently and she caught him quickly on the lips, "Oh I'm sorry Fred!" "Quite alright, you see that mates, I earned me a kiss tonight and you only got the hugs!" he laughed

Hermione blushed, "Good night Ron,"

Hermione hugged Ron and went to let go but he held on just a bit longer, "G'night Mione" he whispered softly to her, she blushed again.

They all went to their rooms and tried to fall asleep, one-by-one they fell into restless sleeps, all but Fred. Her lips were so soft in the split second that she kissed him, though he only meant to look at his brother who seemed to be blushing furiously, he kissed her. He did enjoy it though, and though it just wasn't right, he did. Later he too fell into that restless sleep his brothers and Harry were in.


At the end of the holidays Hermione worked her way to asking if she could live with the Weaslys in their home, she finally got Molly alone.

"Mrs. Weasly?" she got out.

"Yes Dear?"

"I was wondering if I could..."

"...yes,"

"...I could..."

"Yes dear, go on..." she pushed.

"...if I could live here... a-at the Burrow?" she stuttered.

Molly didn't say anything for a few minutes,and then bursted into tears. 'OH child if you could have asked me YEARS before this day I would have said yes!" She hugged Hermione ferociously. Then it came back to her, "Oh, but sweet, your father?"

"H-he understands!" she pulled it out.

"... alright, I will see to your belongings be moved to Percy's room,"

Hermione threw herself to Mrs. Weasly in a tight hug, "OH! Mrs. Weasly you don't know how much this means to me! OH THANK YOU!"

Hermione cried tears of joy in her own room, at the Burrow! She was so glad she didn't have to see any more of her father, now she was where she belonged, in the wonderful world of magic.


Sage here! I hope you all like this story as much as you like the other stories of mine... I haven't figured out pairings, i wouldn't mind for idea's for the later chapters and pairings! Cya later!