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'How dare they fire me! I was the best Healer they had! I'm the only one who could perform three Healing spells without a problem! Fine then let them have Loony Lovegood! She practically lives there! And the whole 'famous people' thing. NOT COOL! I mean itsnot my fault my friends act like they're on MUGGLE CRACK! Wait... wait just a moment! It's their fault! Oh they're going to PAY! This is so... just not right!'

Fred and George simply stared in wonder at the ex-prefect. Emma seemed completely un-fazed as she snatched the cookie out of Fred's grip giving out a small, "Yay!" of victory.

Hermione's eye raked over the three, "Did I say all of that out loud?" she asked almost scared of the answer.

Fred and George simply nodded as George numbly took a bit out of the cookie.

"Oh well... umm not a word!" Hermione demanded stumbling over her own words.

"Well I think that everyone in Europe and possibly parts of Greenland heard you," suggested Fred.

"I knew this was coming I knew it!" stated Emma in pride, "This morning she burned that letter from Ron. I knew-"

Hermione quickly sent her a glare that Emma saw and immediately stuffed her mouth full with cookies.

"Wait, Ron sent you a letter and you couldn't possibly let us know?" said George.

"Your best friends in the whole wide world?" added Fred jumping up from his seat.

Hermione turned her glare to them, "If I burn my letters it's none of your business! Now where is your Mother?"

"OoooK, She's in the garden," tossed in Emma.

Hermione stalked to the back door leaving behind her the sound of her shoes banging on the floor.

"Now back to what I was saying little one, you must be one with the cookie."

"Oh Hermione, my dear, how are you? I haven't seen you in such a long time but aren't you suppose to be at work?" asked Mrs. Weasley sweetly.

She was a little more plump then usual lately but was aging gracefully nonetheless. Her once flaming red hair was now almost completely white. The little crinkles and wrinkles of old age had started to form around her kind eyes. Though her looks had changed she was still the same nurturing woman Hermione had met when she was twelve.

"Mrs. Weasley... you saw me yesterday," answered Hermione.

"Oh yes, I'm afraid age is catching up with me," she stated grimly stopping her work, "But you didn't answer my question why aren't you at work dear?"

"Oh that I got fired," Hermione said carelessly sitting down on a bench. She had raged and yelled everything she possibly could. So she just had to go with the flow now. That was all that was left.

"Oh well that's great! I always believe that job was too much for you, I never like Healers much after that one tried to patch up Arthur with needle and thread,"

"It's a muggle thing," she mocked the young Healer.

Hermione let out a chuckle she'd been holding in. In the last three years her and Mrs. Weasley had become good friends, though Hermione was angry with her son for his stunning her, Mrs. Weasley thought that he was simply protecting her. They tended to stay away from that subject

"Besides now you'll have more free time and Ron is coming back," she glanced slyly at Hermione, "You'll have to settle down sometime dear, and know the joy of raising kids... of your own."

Hermione thought she must have added that after thinking about the young sixteen year old witch under care now.

Hermione nearly let herself slip a very rude curse word. Mrs. Weasley was trying to get her and Ron back together! Well Ron seems to think things never ended!

Mrs. Weasley caught sight of Hermione's strained face, "I don't mean to push, dear, but it is true the boy loves you so and I personally would be delighted to have you in the family."

Yeah you're not pushing alright you're running me over with a bleeding train!

"I thought we agreed not to talk about that Mrs. Weasley?" managed Hermione.

"Well I suppose you're right I'll drop it but you'll have to face it one day and I say sooner then later," Mrs. Weasley her sly face dropping.

Hermione knew this was true but it was so much nicer to ignore it. That was what she had chosen that was her path and she would run as fast as she could before making some more drama for her self.

"Well, come to dinner tonight dear, the whole Order will be here. I'm going to ask the ladies and Emma to help out cooking. Remus and Tonks just got back from there Honeymoon so it'll be nice to see them. Plus it's a nice little welcome home party for Harry and Ron. I could always use another hand in the kitchen."

Hermione thought on it and against her better judgment nodded yes. She would stay in the kitchen cooking and that would be it. It wasn't like she was going to look bad in front of the Order. She would eat after everyone else in the kitchen. There that seemed like a full proof plan.

They stayed in silence for a moment till Hermione got up and grabbed a shovel. She then started to help Mrs. Weasley dig her hole in the garden.

Hermione was back at her clean and tidy apartment sitting at her desk with paper work in front of her. Emma was rocking out to music in her room. Hermione was looking through all her business moves during the last three years.

She had made countless investments that had resulted in her having a nice secure amount of money in her vault at Gringott's. But what to do with it if she was right she had more then 3,000,000 Galleons which was more then enough to support her and Emma.

She started to think about what to do with the money, it was clear she would never have to work for another berk ever again. So maybe she could enjoy her youthful years. A large amount would of course go to Emma for university or simply an apartment for Emma to use as she wished.

Another would need to go to a new apartment. She took another look around. Yes, definitely a new apartment. It would probably be best for it to be as far away from Ottery St. Catchpole. Maybe in Wales or Wiltshire.

"Aunt Hermione!" yelled Emma from her room.

"YES!" Hermione yelled louder not getting up.

"COME HERE," she yelled in a whiny voice.

"WHA- NO YOU COME HERE!" yelled Hermione her face scrunched up in confusion.

"NO!"

"WELL I GUESS IT'S NOT THAT IMPORTANT!"

"BUT- WOULD YOU JUST COME HERE!"

"NO!"

"BUT COME!"

"NO!"

"PLEASE!"

"NO!"

"YOU LAZY OLD TOAD!"

"WATCH IT! I'M PUTTING TOGETHER MY WILL AND YOU MIGHT BE LEFT OUT! NOW COME HERE!" claimed Hermione smirking as she heard hurried stomps leading up the hall to her room.

"But Aunt Hermione you can't cut me off I'm practically your daughter," reasoned Emma.

"Yeah, daughter from hell," muttered Hermione.

"Hey, I heard that!"

Hermione turned in her chair to face the disgruntle 16 year old, "That was the point."

Hermione then turned back to her work; Emma though un-fazed by her comment leaned over her shoulder.

"BLIMEY! WE HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY! CAN I GET A FIREBOLT MAXIMUS? PLEASE! OH PLEASE!" screeched Emma after seeing how much money Hermione had.

Hermione jumped up covering her ears.

"You just screamed in my ear!" yelled Hermione.

"Sorry," Emma muttered.

"No, its ok, its ok, I'm sorry I yelled, it's not you fault," Hermione said after seeing Emma's face.

"Anyways what were you yelling about?" asked Hermione.

"Now?"

"No, before"

"Before when?"

"Just then!"

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so? It's past noon weren't you suppose to be at Kingcross?"

Hermione face was blank, "Umm no."

"Oh... ok everything's good, well, I'm going to go play some Tennis at the muggle park, Ok I'll be back in time to get ready to leave for The Burrow, bye"

She quickly left in the room and after a moment Hermione heard the shutting of the front door. With sigh of relief she sat down once again and figured out where and when she would move.

Review I know this chapter was a little flat and I really don't like it but I needed to show how Hermione was good in the money department. Plus I wanted to show some more Emma and in the future you will learn why Hermione has taken care of her for three years.

Elaina onto the cookie jar!