Story: You Don't
Author: J.E.A.R.K.Potter (Jackie)
Rating: P.G.13
Disclaimer: I own the plot and Haylei Weasley.

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Miranda G. Potter, glaz, and Jodi. Thanks!!

Chapter 2 - Hermione Jane Weasley

So, you still think you know Mum? It's the only reason why you're reading this, now, aren't you? One would think so... So, what is there to say about her that you technically don't know? You know now how she doesn't love Dad; you know how she's having sex with Harry, too. Hmmm... I guess I could tell you why I'm so close to her rather than my dad.

I'm thirteen now, in my 3rd year of Hogwarts. I go to school with the Potter

boy, Harvey. I guess everyone calls him my best friend. We have another one that people also call our best friend, a muggleborn girl by the name of Rhina. Mc Gonagall says we're like the dream team all over again. We're even enemies with Drew Malfoy!

Anyways, back when I was in my first year, Mum had to be the one to drop me off at King's Cross because Dad had a match. He couldn't miss it. I knew a lot of people. Being the daughter of a famous Quidditch player, the owner of Flourish and Botts's daughter, and the niece of the world known Harry Potter? People seem to know who you are. Now, being the daughter and niece of legends? It's like everyone knows who you are. I mean, Longbottom's daughter Ally (named after her grandmother Alice) was there. Mum said she was just as nervous as Neville was when he was going into his first year. Then there was Drew, the pain in the arse he was, and still is. Hmm... Let's see who else you might remember the last name of... Well, they are all of my cousins. So many of them, actually, I can't even remember all of their names any more! Only one is in my year, though, and that's my cousin Greg Creevy.

I'm boring myself to death just thinking of all this. So, yeah... I was really scared. I don't know why. I knew so many people. I had absolutely no problems back then making friends, either. Right there, in the middle of King's Cross-, though, before we reached Platform 9 3/4, I started crying...

(Flashback)

"Mummy, don't make me go!" Haylei squealed, clutching to Hermione's waist. Her cart just sat there in between the pillars of 9 and 10. Her owl, Mesi, began hooting under her cage covers.

"Haylei, what's wrong? You've been looking forward to going to Hogwarts since your cousin Freya told you about it when she was eleven. She's what now? In her 7th year?" Hermione asked, getting to be eye level with her daughter.

Haylei looked into her mother's eyes. She did after all have the same eyes. Of course, Haylei had the Weasley red hair. Looking into Hermione's eyes, Haylei could slowly see her life being played out before her. Every little detail was there.

"I don't want to leave you, Mummy," she whispered softly.

Right then, Haylei knew if she were ever forced to choose between her parents, she'd choose Hermione.

(Flashback ends)

Yeah, that's how I knew I had a bond with Mum. Today I know I didn't see my life, I saw a living hell in her eyes. I now see hurt and sorrow, sorrow that's always been there. It was there in Uncle Colin's pictures. It was there just two seconds ago...

My mother is Hermione Jane Granger. Actually, she's a Weasley. I don't count her as one, though. I don't count Cho as a Potter. I don't count a lot of things that are so screwed up in my life to be what they are. If I did, I'd be never mentioning things at all!