The missing link

by But He Hit Me First

Chapter 10 up! George is on vacation when he stumbles across Hermione who he hasen't seen for years. Will this be another classic Harry Potter story or is it now time for something diffrent. Warning: Now Very AU, postwar,

3. Home to the Weasley's

AN: Thank you! I love the fact that I have any reviews, really I didn't think I would get any. So ok here's the deal this is a really short chapter and the last I had pre-typed so no clue what is going to happen or not. Yes this is a weird story but it will have heart and hopefully a mind. If anything is confuseing to you please ask me about it, ok.

By the by I don't own Harry Potter or anything for that matter.

Chapter 3 - Home to the Weasley's

There was a soft pop heard in the kitchen of the Weasley home. And with that pop appeared two people, one, a man, stood tall, about 6'5". He had orange-ish reddish hair with piercing aqua eyes. He had somewhat broad shoulders but otherwise a lean frame. Next to him stood a woman. She stood about 5'6" with long brown hair. It was curly and could have once been frizzy, but with the weight of the hair it had lost most of the unruliness. Her eyes, which were a beautiful hazel, looked around the kitchen with fondness being seen in them.

"George is that you? Do you realize what time it is young man? Well do you?" An irate Mrs.Weasley was coming down the stairs after hearing the pop. George assured his mother sulkily with a shake of the head. "2 in the morning, did you hear me? TWO IN THE MORNING!" As Mrs.Weasley tried to get a hold of her breathing, she realized that her son had brought someone with him. Her eyes turned to ice at the sight of the woman. How dare her son bring home a girl to HER house and at two in the morning, and wasn't he on vacation? Now she was worried. Not one of her boys ever wanted to end a vacation early, not even Percy. "George is everything all right?" Her eyes now showing the worry that made her ignore the time.

George cleared his throat. "Well mum, maybe we should call everyone first. I don't want to say this twice."

His mother let out an exasperated sigh and turned to the woman that her son had thought right to bring to her home. "I'm not meaning to be rude dear, but who are you?"

Hermione had tears in her eyes "Mrs.Weasley, Molly, I'm Hermione."

Mrs. Weasley just looked at her for a second before grabbing her a huge Weasley hug. "Oh dear, I've missed you so."