Disclaimer: (forgot this last chapter) the characters, places and just about everything are all JKR. NOT MINE!
Chapter 2
Hermione's P.O.V
The mother and daughter sat at the breakfast table in a comfortable silence. It was the first week of the summer holidays and weak sunshine was pouring through the windows of the cosy East London house. Hermione had gotten the day off from her job at a local bookstore. She had an intuition that today was going to be significant for her eleven year old daughter. Today was the day a letter in emerald ink would arrive.
The swish of the post-box caused a smile to spread on Hermione's worn face. Rose pushed a bushy red tendril from her face and looked up from her novel, a slice of toast still in her hand. Hermione had sprung from her feet and returned before Rose could voice her confusion at her mother behaviour. The two white paper envelopes that accompanied the creamy parchment were abandoned.
Rose saw the envelope and her mouth formed a perfect "O" of surprise. She realised what this meant. As long as she could remember her mother would tell her tales of her adventures at Hogwarts. The stories were better than any fairy tale Rose had heard. With the logic she inherited from her mother she realised that Ron Weasley must be her father and therefore she had many estranged uncles and aunts and perhaps cousins. Hermione would never say why she left and her descriptive story-telling would become vague towards her seventh year.
Here was this letter proving that all the bedtime stories were reality and not just make-believe. Not that Rose ever doubted that her mother was telling the truth. Together the mother and daughter read the letter. Rose was brimming with excitement and joy but then she spied her mother wistfully looking at the address on the envelope. "Rose," she began "I could never ask you to deny who you are to anyone for me but when people hear your surname they will wonder and when they get to know your personality that will only fuel the speculations, just be yourself. I always knew that I would have to return and it has been eleven years. I won't put the pressure of secrecy on you."
Rose sat in her seat, no longer bouncing. She watched her mother try to hide a shed tear. Several minutes slipped past before Hermione returned to her bossy but loving self. "The day is still only beginning, we won't have far to travel to get these" she brandished the list of textbooks and equipment. Hermione disguised herself like she always did if ever there was a chance that she would encounter other wizards. The sun began to shine a bit brighter as Hermione took her daughters hand and gathering some Gryffindor courage went to the Leaky Cauldron for the first time in eleven years.
Ron's P.O.V
It was early in the morning and Ron was waiting to meet Harry in the Leaky Cauldron before their shift as Head and Deputy Head Auror at the ministry. It was the time of the summer where some of soon to be first years had begun their school shopping. He smiled, reminiscing of the times he had spent in Diagon alley in his Hogwarts years. Before he could become too nostalgic, Harry arrived and the usual hush fell when the Saviour of the Wizarding world entered the pub. Harry rolled his emerald eyes and sat opposite Ron. The pair laughed and talked until they realised the time and rushed to the ministry. Just as Ron Flooed from the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione and Rose entered the famous pub.