Disclaimer: I do not own any of these people or settings.
Warning: You may cry at some point.
I was never one to love fairy tales. They always upset me whenever I saw the princesses' small waists and beautiful faces. Or the dazzling princes in their rich coats and majestic shoulders. Nothing ever good would happen for the bad guys, and I'm sorry hun, that's just not the way life works. There is never a happy ending, because our life is still going. Thousands upon thousands of deaths, all ignored when the prince and princess are happily married to each other. Sorry to say, but this isn't going to be such a fairy tale after all. There are no "happy endings" to be told. You can't soften life. Hello, I am Hermione Granger, and this is where I leave you. You will experience that my life, didn't turn out too well after all...
Chapter 2
(( Hermione's P.O.V. ))
"Ron! Hermione! What a surprise!" Ginny rushed outside just moments after we apparated. Their house was pur white and wooden, almost muggle-like. Yet, seeing the plants outside the house and sparks that flew every so often, you could thank Harry for picking a house so far from any towns.
"Hey, sis," Ron hugged Ginny, then Ginny turned to me.
"You could have sent an owl," she said sternly, giving me a Molly-Weasley glare. Then she laughed at my expression and hugged me too.
"Haha... yeah sorry, but we only have an hour before we have to get back, there wasn't time," I said, giving her a fake smile.
She rushed us inside, closing the door with a snap. The living room and kitchen were on the right side of the hall, creating a circular motion towards the winding staircase to the left, holding the bedrooms and Harry's office. The two sons, James and Albus, were racing around the dining room, both with oversized cloaks pulled over their heads pretending to be sucking out little Lily's soul, who was reading a large book on Hogwarts. The wooden table stretched far across the rug, and five rickety chairs showed where each person sat. The hallway straight forward held the small bathroom, library, and the door to the large backyard full of majestic plants and funguses, where it seemed to show Ginny's passion for magical gardens. Ginny put her hands on her hips and put on her Molly-face again, though this time not for a joke.
"JAMES! ALBUS!" Ginny yelled. The two boys stopped and stared at their mother.
"Don't let me EVER see you doing that again! You hear me?" The boys hung their heads and nodded, and glided into the other room.
Ginny then softened her mood, "Lily dear, why are you reading Daddy's old school books? You don't start Hogwarts for another month," Lily looked up, then to Ron, then to me.
"I'm sorry that you lost Luna, she must be important if you named my middle name after her," Lily said with glazed eyes, and carrying the overlarge book in her arms, she skipped upstairs towards her room.
"How-?"
Ginny picked up an open letter from the marble table, scanning it quickly. I saw her face melt from confused to despair. Gulping a few times, she yelled,
"HARRY!"
"What?" Harry's head poked out of one of the rooms upstairs. His face seemed worn and tough, his hair messier than ever, and was wearing gray muggle sweats. He spotted us and smiled.
"Hello Ron, Hermione!" He stormed downstairs and went to give us a hug, but seeing his wife's face, he sighed, dropping his arms, and said, "Yes, dear?"
"Read this,"
Ron and I started to get uncomfortable. Seeing Ginny unhappy was one thing, but when it was Harry... things could get emotional.
Harry's eyes scanned the paper just as Ginny's did, and just like Ginny, he showed obvious hints of sorrow.
"Shall I make some tea?" Ron asked in a fake-cheery mood. When he saw our glares, he sighed and said, "It's what my Mum-"
"Yes Ron, we all know Mum used to make tea to cheer us up, you've told them before," Ginny interrupted impatiently. Ron fell silent again.
We just all stood there, awkwardly crying silently for Luna. Why did things keep happening to our friends? Why was it always us? Why-
Albus and James came into the room. But seeing our faces, tried to sneak back into their room.
"Not so fast," Ginny said sharply. They froze and turned a little to her, afraid of what would happen.
"Go get your sister, we need to talk to you guys about Lorcan and Lyndsander," they seemed relived they weren't in trouble. Then, Ginny turned to me and Ron.
"Do you mind waiting upstairs? We can call you when we finish talking to the lot," I nodded and pulled Ron upstairs with me. We headed down the hallway to the guest bedroom, the kids passing us as we went. The room wasn't too small, but it sure wasn't big either. The white walls consisted of only one muggle clock. It ticked slowly and smoothly to each beat. A single queen sized bed with white sheets laid on the left wall, and the cold wooden floor was clean and polished. Next to the bed was a single red nightstand, filled with only dust. Above the nightstand was a small window looking out into the backyard, showing every aspect of gardening Ginny loved.
So we waited. And waited. And waited. The clock seemed to tick by so slow, that I was sure it was jinxed.
Then, Ginny called our names.
Walking downstairs, we saw the kids and Harry were gone. Ginny sat alone at the table, and said to us,
"Sorry it took so long, Harry needed to get them out for some fresh air if you know what I mean..." Ginny looked at her watch and gasped.
"Oh, I am really sorry! It's been over an hour! You must really go,"
Me and Ron exchanged worried glances. We both knew Rose couldn't handle Hugo for much longer.
We said our goodbyes and rushed out quickly, then turned, swished, and CRACK, we were out of sight once more.
