Hi everyone! Here's the second chapter, and as promised, the Gang makes their appearance, along with their kids. Much obliged to those who read the first chapter, and I hope that everyone enjoys this one. Enjoy!

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Hermione Granger-Weasley (known mostly as Hermione Weasley now since saying both names was such a mouthful) smoothed out one last invisible wrinkle before knocking on the apartment door. For the last three years she had been one of the representatives that went to Muggle households when a child was accepted to Hogwarts and explained the Wizarding world to them. She had learned early on that the image she presented to the parents went a long way to helping them accept that magic was real.

Today she had chosen a pair of tan slacks with an off-white blouse and a slightly darker tan vest. Her hair had calmed down quite a bit since school, and she had decided to wear it partly pulled back with a hair clip that Ron had given her for her birthday last year.

She had been slightly worried this morning when she had noticed the different address, but when she saw who owned the house attached to the old address she thought that she understood. She would bet good money that Dudley Dursley had taken one look at the Hogwarts acceptance letter and thrown a fit to rival his fathers. But the fact that the mother and daughter had left him last night had given her, Ron, Harry, and Ginny a good feeling about them(not to mention all the laughing they did as they imitated what the look on Dudley's face must have been).

She took a deep breath to steady herself, then laughed at her own nervousness. For one reason or another, no matter how many times she did this, she still tended to get nervous. And she herself was Muggle born! She gave her head a mental shake and then finally knocked on the door.

The running of feet and the resounding crash made her cringe slightly, and it was a few more seconds before the door was opened by a young woman with bright, tired looking blue eyes and straight, dirty blonde hair, clear skin and high cheekbones.

"Hi." The woman said. "You must be the representative from Hogwarts." Hermione nodded and held out her hand, which the woman grasped warmly.

"I'm Hermione Weasley, Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts."

"Please, come in. I'm Ruth Andrews, would you like some tea?"

"Yes, please." Hermione followed Ruth into the apartment where she found the girl, Angela, cleaning up a broken flower vase. Hermione sent a questioning look at Ruth, who smiled.

"One of us was a little bit excited about you coming here." Hermione nodded in understanding and pulled out her wand.

"I have three children myself, so I'm not surprised. Reparo." The vase, flowers, and water were put back together and placed on the end table where it had apparently fallen from. Ruth looked a little startled, but Angela's eyes went wide and she became even more excited.

"That was magic?" She asked breathlessly. Hermione nodded, barely restraining a smile at the girls enthusiasm. "Really? That was so cool! And I get to learn how to do that?" Hermione laughed at Angela's incredulity at magic.

"As long as your mother lets you attend our school." Angela looked up at her mother with the most adorable, pleading, and to Hermione the most familiar look on her face. She was taken aback for a moment by just how familiar it was, and who exactly it reminded her of.

"Please mom? Can I go?"

"Why don't we hear about the school first? I'll go make some tea. Angela, why don't you show our guest to the living room?"

"Sure mom." Angela turned one way, and then turned back to her mother. "Um, which way again?" Ruth smiled and pointed to the living room. Hermione followed Angela and sat down in one of the well worn chairs, with Angela choosing to sit on the couch. Before Hermione could say anything, Angela began talking.

"My mom rescued me from Mr. Dursley last night. He's not my father like I thought but he still kept me from my mom. He wasn't even going to let me go until he saw the police that Mom had brought with her." Hermione nodded in understanding, as now the change of address and Angela not knowing her way around the apartment made sense. The girl rattled on asking endless questions about the school with Hermione answering them, the excitement of when she was told about Hogwarts coming back to her just as it did every time she went to welcome a new Witch or Wizard into the wizarding World.

Nearly an hour later Hermione began to leave the apartment with the promise of taking the two of them to Daigon Alley this weekend when she went with her own family. But before she left, she had to know something, even though it was highly personal. She pulled Ruth aside as Angela went to fix herself a snack.

"This is not my place to ask, but I feel that I really need to." Hermione began with. "When your daughter speaks of your ex-husband she calls him 'Mr. Dursley'. Is he not her father?" Ruth shook her head.

"No, he isn't." She then took a deep breath and began to tell the story that she had one day planned to tell her daughter when she asked who her father really was. "Not long after I had married Dudley he and I had an argument, and I went out to a bar to drown my sorrows. There I met a man who had also had a fight with his new wife, and in a drunken stupor we……went to a hotel and 'consoled' each other. I didn't find out I was pregnant until about a month later, and by then Dudley and I had already made up. It was always in the back of my mind as to whether or not Angela was Dudley's, and so when she was five I quietly did a paternity test and found that she was not. When I confronted Dudley with this he had a fit, and I was in the hospital for almost three weeks. When I got out he had moved, and it's taken me since then to not only find him, but straighten out the lawyers he had hired, which had tied the whole situation up in a thousand legal knots. Why, exactly, do you ask?" Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"She reminds me a great deal of a friend of mine, who had a one night stand with a woman almost eleven years ago. When she asked if she could go to Hogwarts, she gave you this look that not only have I seen him use, but his children use as well. And the physical resemblance between them is uncanny." Ruth stared at the kitchen, where her daughter was being unnaturally quiet, most likely listening to the conversation.

"I don't suppose there's anyway that we can verify this." She said, half hoping half dreading the answer to that. Hermione nodded.

"There's a very simple test that I can do right now. It's a magical paternity test."

"What would it involve?"

"I would say a very simple spell on you and your daughter, causing both of you to glow different colors. You and her should share one of these colors, as you are blood related, and she should have the color of her father as well."

"Does he need to be here?" Ruth asked, her voice shaking slightly. Hermione shook her head.

"Normally, I'd say yes. But since I already know what his color is there is no need. A few years ago we did this test as something fun for the children." She explained before Ruth could ask. Ruth nodded.

"Angela, you can come in now." She said, then hid her smile as her daughter came out of the kitchen, looking sheepish.

"I didn't mean to listen in. Can you really tell who my father is?" Hermione nodded.

"Possibly. All you have to do is stand there." Angela and Ruth stood very still as Hermione waved her wand over them, saying rivelare l'origine. Mother and daughter seemed to burst into three separate colors, one from each of their parents and one that was entirely their own. Angela and Ruth both had the light purple color that connected them as Mother and daughter, and Hermione sucked in a breath when she saw the color that she had been dreading to see, as it had the potential to cause some problems. The color was a mixture of red and gold, with a healthy dose of silver in it to give it a shiny sheen. She sighed and ended the spell, both returning to normal.

"I take it from the look on your face that your suspicions were confirmed." Ruth said gravely. Hermione nodded and looked at Angela, who had a look of anticipation on her face.

"Your Father's name is Harry Potter."

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Hermione nervously walked up the front steps of the Burrow, which Harry and Ginny had moved into after Ginny's father had died. It was a wonderful arrangement, as they had all been worried about Molly after the accident, but the presence of her grandchildren seemed to help her deal with her grief.

She was nervous for one reason and one reason only: she had to tell Harry that he had a daughter. Her mind told her that normally this would be very happy news to deliver, but the circumstances of how this girl had been created changed everything.

The back door flew open and out charged a ball of red and purple blurs, otherwise known as her youngest daughter Jennifer.

"Mommy you're home!" She said happily as she threw herself at her mother, nearly bowling her over.

"Ooofffff, you're getting to big to be doing that Jenny." Hermione said with a smile as her daughter smiled up at her.

"But you were gone so loooooong." She whined playfully as they walked into the house. As soon as they opened the door they were bombarded with the noise that was the Grandchildren.

"Hi Mom." Kevin(12) and Christine(11) said together, barely looking up from their game of Exploding Snap. There was a chorus of 'Hi Aunt Hermione' from the other children, and she spotted Harry out in the back giving Bill and Fleur's two oldest, Eric and Ashley (16 and 14 respectively), a private Quidditch lesson. Ron got up from where he had been reading to Molly Potter(9) and Benjamin Weasley (7, Bill and Fleur's youngest), and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"How did it go? Did you find out what Dudders reaction was?" He asked with a smile. Hermione smiled back coyly.

"Oh, I found out much more than that. Go get your sister and meet me in her bedroom. I'm going to get Harry." Hermione left out the back door before he could ask any questions, and she headed for the Quidditch Pitch. She took a deep breath once she was fairly close.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER YOU GET YOU BUTT DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" She yelled, startling all three players.

"I didn't do it!" Harry responded back as he landed, causing the teenagers to laugh. Hermione grabbed him by the arm and hauled him towards the house.

"You most certainly did do this Harry." She said, barely covering her smile with her pretend anger. It was just so much fun making him squirm.

They entered Harry and Ginny's bedroom to find Ron and Ginny waiting patiently, and neither of them tried to hide their smiles at Harry being dragged in by Hermione, who all but threw Harry onto the bed.

"All right Hermione, what's this about? It doesn't have anything to do with Dudley's daughter, does it?" Ginny asked from where she was sitting in the desk chair. Hermione closed the door and cast a silencing charm on it, then leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.

"It does, actually, because she's not Dudley's child." Hermione paused as she let this sink in for a minute, noting the raised eyebrows. She then locked her gaze squarely onto Harry. "She's yours." There was silence so still that you could hear a pin drop, crickets chirp, all those good clichés as her three closest friends processed this news. Ron just looked at her wide-eyed, searching her face for some sign that she was telling a joke; he would find none. Harry's mouth just opened and closed silently several times, and Ginny……first she looked startled, and she also tried to find traces of a joke, and then Hermione saw the telltale signs from her that meant her red-head temper was about to take over in full force, and it was going to be directed at Harry. She quickly put her friend in a body bind, knowing full well that doing so would earn her the honor of the bad side of her friends temper, but she had to explain this first. Ginny's look of murder directed at her confirmed all of the above.

"How?" Harry finally managed to ask. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Do you remember after you and Ginny first got married and you had that huge fight and went out to the bar and you slept with some random woman who had also had a fight with her husband?" She asked quickly. Harry nodded.

"Ginny made me sleep on the couch for a month. You don't mean……" Harry didn't need to finish that sentence as comprehension dawned on all of their faces. Hermione nodded and, seeing that Ginny had calmed down somewhat, let her out of the body bind. She looked squarely at her husband.

"I've already punished you once for that, so I won't punish you again. But I am not happy about it. And you" she said maliciously to Hermione "are going to be sorry for doing that to me." There was a twinkle in her eyes, which told Hermione that her kids were going to be laughing at her for days once Ginny got through with her.

"So what do we do now?" Ron asked, breaking the tension. Everyone sighed, and Harry ran a hand through his hair nervously.

"Obviously, you have to meet her." Ginny said firmly. They all looked up at her in surprise. "What? I'm not going to punish her just because my husband made a stupid, idiotic mistake. She deserves to meet her father. Not to mention that she'll be going to school with our kids. What did you tell her Hermione?"

"His name and a little about him, but that I would have to talk to you two before she could meet him. She seemed to understand, but wasn't too happy about having to wait. She's a bright girl, probably gets it from her mother."

"Hey!" They all laughed, and then set about planning how they were going to tell the children, not to mention their friends, and what to do once the press got wind of this. Even though it had been 15 years since Harry had defeated Voldemort the press still hounded him at times. And this was likely to be the worst.

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