AN - I own nothing, but the plot! All characters belong to J.K Rowling... Read and Criticize! :)
When morning came I woke my daughter up gave her a quick shower and made breakfast for her. I heard no sound coming from the bedroom where he had slept, so I assumed he was still asleep. Cristina left for school and I started my journey to the upstairs room so as to remove my clothing items from our sharing bedroom and ship them in my daughter's for the time being. I knocked the door, giving it a sharp tap, in the case that he was still asleep; I would not wake him up with my presence. But I received no answer or heard no sound from within. I opened the door, and stepped into the threshold. What I saw made my day. Wardrobes open, bed was still made and a hasty sock left on the floor. He had left! I checked my wardrobe to ensure that my items were still there as well as my dresser. In there I found a note addressed to me.
I moved towards the edge of the bed and sat down. I looked at the envelope addressed to me in his untidy scrawl and slowly, unbelievingly I opened it and started to read.
Dear Hermione,
I hope this letter finds you well. I hope I placed it in a place where you'll find it very soon and will be able to use this to your advantage. As you can see, I have left. I packed what was mine and left from this house. Hopefully where I am going I will be accepted and have a place to sleep tonight, if not… well, that will be up to me.
I need to tell you the story about me and Laura, for that is her name. We were brought up together, had been lovers since we were little kids, childhood sweethearts you can say. I always wanted to marry her, to be with her but, fate… well it wanted something else from us. I had met you in Hogwarts. You were everything I was not, you had the brains, the looks. People looked up to you, treated you with respect, which I have to say you very well deserve. Don't take it as offence lass, I did love you and I still do, but to me, you are just a sister, a friend. All I ever wanted was her. I need to admit this, I wanted one girl, had two for some time, now… I am not sure if I'll even get one!
I know I cheated on you and it was wrong. I am stating the obvious, and most probably you're rolling your eyes at the moment. You see, in these years, I did learn your ways. I did not expect this breakup to be so soon, but, I knew it was coming eventually. Sooner or later I had to let go, of either you or her.
About Cristina, if you wish to have full consent of our daughter, then I'm not a monster, I will let you have her. After all, she barely knows me.
I do not want to make this hard for you. Out of my respect for you I am trying my best to help you get the separation over and done with. I still want us to be friends, we shared years together, and I do wish to talk to my daughter, even if it is just a 5 minute conversation on the phone. Also, I would like to keep the house after our separation. You never really liked it, and I was a monster to make you live here. I am going to stay out of it until the court clears everything up, so do not bother change the locks. I will get someone to estimate the house value and then I will give you your share of the price.
Mione, you never deserved me. You deserved better, much better. In case you need to talk to me about any matter at all, please do so. I will see you in court in case nothing comes up in the meantime.
Regards,
Ron.
I was stunned into silence. This was perfect! I phoned my lawyer instantly. I told him about the letter and he asked me to drop by his office so he'll be able to see what to make out of this. On arriving at the office he inspected everything. He too was shocked at the unexpected turn of events. Warning me about not keeping my daughter out of my sight, he went on to say that the case was definitely ours, provided my husband, did not think of something else.
I dropped by at the clinic and explained the situation to my colleague and asked her to take over my clients for the day, which she did. Things were turning out to be brilliant today. Exiting the clinic, I looked at the world from a different perspective. I was on a journey to being the old Hermione I was, well, excluding the age difference.
Skipping on the sidewalk and humming a tune Hermione never felt happier. She was attracting stares from the passersby but she wouldn't and couldn't care less. Arriving to a shopping mall she entered, deciding that after all she did need therapy... "Nothing beats shopping therapy," she thought with a smile. Laden with a dozen bags or so, both for her and her daughter she apparated home, just in time to see her angel arrive.
"Baby!" Hermione yelled
"Mamma!" came the enthusiastic reply. "What have you bought me?"
"I'll show them to you then we'll pack. We're going home baby."
"Home?" Cristina hitched her blonde eyebrow. "Where is home?"
"Away from here my love, away from here."
Packing was easier said than done. Cristina wanted to know how I did magic and being the daughter of the top student at Hogwarts, questions were one of her fortes... mostly at the time I needed them the least. A couple of packing and shrinking charms later, and we were ready to go. For Crissy all this was an adventure, for me, a fresh start and the raising of old demons.
Apparating to her parents' doorstep, Hermione looked around at how much things had changed. She had been away for so long... she missed this place so much it hurt. There came a small tug on her left jeans leg.
"Are we going to knock?"
I knocked and soon enough, mum opened the door. She had changed so much! Lines were etched around her eyes and her hair seemed to have more white on the sides then I remembered. But when she realized who it was, I've never seen another smile reaching someone's eyes in a more literal way then hers.
"Oh my god! Tell me I'm hallucinating! Hermione and Crissy!" mum screamed. At once a pair of arms enveloped me into a breathless hug. I felt my daughter move forward to get some attention as well. In the meantime dad seemed to have heard his wife's commotion and came to investigate.
"Princess? Is that really you?"
"Yes dad," tears were welling in my eyes. This was too much for me. My daughter and I were enveloped in another group hug. At that moment mum realized that all this exchange was happening on our doorstep and decided we needed privacy and shoved everyone inside.
"Mum, dad, we're here to stay, at least for a while until I find a place for us." I tried to explain.
"You're staying here as long as you need. You and Crissy can go upstairs and freshen up a bit, than we need to talk." mum replied
"Of course, thanks mum. Thanks dad." I carried my angel upstairs and unshrunk her box of toys.
