AN: I was going over my story and while I liked the plot I found the spelling really bad, so I edited it, and made it nice, but while doing this I realized that my last chapter was only around 388 words! (Well some people had said this as well) This shocked me; I knew it was short but that short! I was reading a story last night where the average chapter was 8 pages long. I feel so bad. Never would I have purposely done that. Please for give. Hopefully this will help. Ok? By the way... I should be beaten with a stick for quite a few hours for not updating (Hangs head in shame) I'm sorry

By the by I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 4

The Weasley household looked like its normal self, many red heads running around with one plump woman taking a deep breath reddening herself to yell. "Quiet!" Everyone looked at the matriarch of the Weasley clan with big questioning eyes. Not only had they been practically pulled out of their homes and beds, but now they were being reprimanded for talking... ok, so they were being a little loud, it's not like anyone could have heard them. "Thank you, now at about two this morning, one of my sons popped in with a "female friend" (a small giggle was heard but quickly silenced itself with a glare) "as I was saying, my first thought was how dare George bring home some. Some well not very respectable woman in to my house. I was yelling at the top of my lungs when I really saw who it was. And that's why I have called you all hear. I would like you to re-meet miss Hermione Granger."

As Hermione walked in to the room lead by George only the sound of breathing could be heard. Then it was if time had been shattered, with the sob of one not so little Ginny Weasley. People were knocked out of the way as Ginny ran to the only person she would have called a sister. She tried to give Hermione a big "Weasley" hug but she ended up only knocking them over. No one else had moved, it was a shock to see their little Hermione grown up. Gone were the slumped shoulders when not in her large and unshapely robes. Gone was the constant checking one's self to make sure every thing was right. Gone all the sings of childhood from her body and face. She now was a refined looking woman and that scared them. Sure they had known that she would have grown, they had as well, but they still pictured her somewhat stuck in time.

Ginny blushing held out a hand to help up Hermione. Once she was up, Hermione found herself looking up into Ginny's face. "God, when did you get so tall!" was all Hermione had to say before all the built up pressure that was in the room went right out the window.

Ten minutes later everyone had their own cup of tea or coffee and was seated. Hermione was wedged between a now very large Ron and a very pregnant Harry. With a clearing of a throat she started into the silent question. She told of how at first she had not known where she had been sent to. It seemed everyone she was around either didn't know themselves or could not tell her. So she stayed and stayed. People were leaving at an alarming rate and when she asked when she would be able to leave the people in charge had said all in due time. Well in due time it appeared to be around a year and a half after she had arrived. The day she left they gave her, her new name - Rebecca Dale - a suitcase full of clothes, her papers such as birth certificate and social security card, and two thousand dollars. They told her that she was in America, Tuscan, Texas. She had spent the next few years trying to get a life together, moving from state to state getting little jobs, until she found a job that she adored - working in a library - she settled down in Seattle, Washington. It felt like home.

By that time she was going to turn 22 and felt she needed a home. She didn't know how or if she could get back to London or if anyone was still there. If the wizerding world was ok. She had been living as a muggel all this time and was fine with it. It wasn't as if she could walk up to some random person and ask if they were a witch or wizard. So that's how life was she worked, made friends. "George, you meet a friend of mine, Luke, he was one of my first friends" and just lived. So when she went to a local Irish pub that night she hadn't expected to see anyone besides the regulars.

Hermione let out a long sigh. After all that talking she was tired and needed some sleep. She looked at the clock and saw that it was now around six and after testing her tea, yes it was quite cold. "Everyone I am truly sorry but I must get some sleep, I'm sure you all need to too. So forgive me but I must be going." She grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down her address. "I'm leaving this here, but if it would be alright with you I will come back in the morning? " Mrs. Weasley nodded her head. They were all afraid that they would never see Hermione again. "Say around 11 so I can help with lunch?"

"Yes dear, see you tomorrow then." Hermione was walking around almost asleep, when Fred asked if she was hooked up to the floo system. "Why no I'm not but I can just apparte home"

"Hermione, dear, you already did that once tonight and the fact that you and George did not end up in Timbuktu amazes me so you can sleep in Ginny's old room, now up there miss" Mrs. Weasley said with a big smile on her face as Hermione bid everyone a good night and went up to bed.

AN: I started working on this chapter about three weeks ago. It has gone threw about four different editions and I still think that this is not good enough but all well. Thank you every one who reviewed, it means allot - tear -. I must say that this is not long enough but it is my longest so yeah! Again thank you and have a good day.