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Not Everything
Summary: It's been twelve years since the Golden Trio has graduated from Hogwarts. Eleven years since the finial battle and ten years since Hermione Granger has spoken to the people she once called friends. FW/ HG Fic.
AN: I have no job. Therefore most of my time is seeking employment, not writing for relaxation. Relax; I have no abandon this fic

Diagon Alley
Leaky Cauldron

Wearily watching her grandchild happy chat to her teddy bear, Mary attempts to prevent her to control her shivering. Swallowing her trepidation, she opens the door that bridges the wizarding world and the muggle one. Peering inside, she sees that the place is practically empty. What were you expecting? God, the last time you were here was when Hermione was going to school, and then it was jam packed with school kids. School hasn't even started yet.

"Nannie?" whispers Eliza as she squeezes her teddy bear. "Do you know where you're going?"

"Yes love," answers Mary taking Eliza by the hand. Moving further into the room, Mary approaches the bar where Tom was cleaning up some glasses from the lunch crowd. "Ah, Mister Tom if you would be so kind as to open the wall to Diagon Alley, I would appreciate it."

"Certainly Miss," agrees Tom.

"Oh great Merlin, spare me from the mudblood filth," sneers a short toad like woman. "Your kind should never have been allowed to enter here."

Watching the woman pull out a short stick, Eliza realizes that the toad like woman has her wand pointed at her. "You're mean," states Eliza pointing her finger at the woman.

"You think this is being mean?" snorts the toad woman as she advances on them.

"Dolores!" barks Tom the barkeep. "If you can't behave I'll have to cut you off."

"She is mean and nasty," shrieks a kid at the table where Dolores was sitting. "She has charmed me to this chair!"

"Cut me off!" hisses Dolores in outraged. "Over some mudblood filth!"

"That doesn't seem very fair," huffs Eliza.

"Eliza dear," whispers Mary keeping a tight grip on her grandchild's hand. "I think we should come back at a better time."

"And I have to go to the bathroom!" cries the little boy as his face gets paler.

"BE SILENT!" roars Dolores raising her hand upwards only to bring her hand downwards in a sweeping motion.

"Superfly!" shouts Eliza pointing her wand at the now crumpled from of Dolores. "Stupid old toady! She's a nasty woman, grandma! A nasty woman, no a nasty toad!"

"Yes I can see that dear," agrees Mary quickly attempting to keep her grandchild clam. "Ah, Tom, if you please, this young man needs your assistance."

"Of course," readily agrees Tom, using his wand to free the young man from the chair. The young man dashed up the stairs the second he could move. "Well I guess he really had to go."

"We need to call the police!" insists Eliza while pointing to Dolores. "She needs to go to jail for being a bad mom."

"Of, she's not his mum," dismisses Tom.

"What?" demands Mary, her hands on her hips, glaring at Tom. "And you let her treat a child that way! What kind of person are you!"


A4

London, England

Driving on the highway, Hermione surveys her surroundings. Well it looks like nothings changed around here in the last ten years. I wonder if it's the same with… no don't go down that road.

"Well," laughs Bill, as he slows the car down due to traffic. "It looks like nothing has changed since you've been gone."

"Yeah it certainly looks that way," agrees Hermione. "I really appreciate you taking me to this thing."

"No problem," dismisses her father. "We're just about there, if traffic starts to move."

"Oh!" gasps Hermione clutching her side. Laughing she states, "Just my cell phone, I have it on vibrate." Reaching down, she pulls out her cell phone, flipping it open. Looking down at the calling number, Hermione frowns. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"Is that Eliza?" questions Bill. Hermione nods her head, stating yes. "Why don't we put her on the car speaker phone?" Reaching down, Bill extracts a long black cord. Patching one side into his radio, he hands her the other part to connect to her cell phone.

"What? Eliza calm down, sweetie," says Hermione patiently.

"Mommy!" cries Eliza extremely distraught. "She … awwww…. she, the toady hurt…. "Filthy muggle! I'll teacher you to mess with me!" "Mummy!"

"Sweetie, please stop crying. I can't understand you," Hermione tries to reason with Eliza. "Take a deep breath and talk to me."

"She, the toad lady killed …. NANNIE!" frantically screams Eliza before the phone went dead.


Diagon Alley
Outside the Leaky Cauldron

"Eliza!" barks Bill, taking his eyes off the road for a few seconds only to slam on his brakes. "What the bloody hell?" Bill whispers. "Hermione, you pulled us from the highway to central downtown London in broad daylight!" Good God, we're right in front of the Leaky Cauldron!

"I don't care! That was Dolores Umbridge!" hisses Hermione angrily as tears slipped down her face. "If she so much as touched my family, I'll kill the fat bit…"

"Hermione!" admonishes Bill, plainly shocked at her daughter's threat. "Let's just get inside on see what is going on, ok?"

"Fine?" growls Hermione as she opens her car door. Slamming the door, Hermione dusts off her cloths before squaring her shoulders and striding into the Leaky Cauldron.

Oh boy, I sure hate to be the person on the receiving end of her temper. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bill quickly catches up with his daughter.


Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
London, England

Shuffling several mounds of parchment out of his way, George attempts to clean up the shop before going to meet his father at the Leaky Cauldron. What does he want now? Can't he see that Fred and I are busy trying to get everything together so we can open those stores in the colonies? It's not like we have pranked anyone in the family, well at lest not that I'm aware of.

"George? Where did you put that application for the work visa?" asks Fred shifting around the parchments on his desk.

"Work visa?" parrots George. "What work visa! Where do we need this? Why wasn't I told!"

"George!" snaps Fred. "Calm down. It's some stupid paper work so that I can work in the colonies. Merlin, just ask the witch out already."

"I was planning on asking her lunch today," admits George.

"Why didn't you?" questions Fred, smiling happily as he holds up a piece of parchment. "Found it!"

"Because we have to meet dad at the Leaky Cauldron," states George. "So are you ready to go, because we dear brother need to leave here in about two minutes."

"Fine," grumbles Fred. Putting the work visa on top of his desk. Grabbing his green dragon's jacket, Fred checks his desk one last time before he heads out of the office and into the shop.


Ministry of Magic
Inquisitors Office

Glaring coldly at the man before him, Severus Snape barely resists the urge to strangle the man with his bare hands. Clenching his jaw, Severus refuses to answer any of his random and pointless questions.

"Let's try this again," sneers the inquisitor. "Where were you on February fourteen of this year?"

"For the fifteenth time today," hisses Severus. Bloody stupid fool! Where in Merlin's name does he think I was? Gallivanting around? Does he even understand who I'm married too? "With my wife, at Hogwarts!"

"Well, we'll be checking into that," dismisses the inquisitor.


Diagon Alley
Leaky Cauldron

The sound of the front door slamming open startled everyone, as a young woman who radiated power swept into the establishment. Nearly everyone cringed, as the young woman coldly looked them over.

"Can I help you?" gently asks Tom.

"Yes Tom you can," asserts the young, turning her gaze towards him. Seeing his shocked expression, a nasty smile graces her face. "What happened here?"

"Sweet heart," whispers the strange man behind her. "We need to find them."

"I know dad," growls Hermione, her eyes flashing her silent rage at him. Snapping her fingers in agitation, the young woman glares down at Tom. "I repeat what happened?"

"Two strangers came in here looking to get into Diagon Alley," answers Tom. "Had a run in with Dolores Umbridge. The confrontation landed the woman in St. Mungos, while the children vanished into Diagon Alley."

"Children?" parrots the man. "What children?"

"Oh, the Snape kid and the little girl, that was with the woman," answers Tom.

"And where is Professor Snape?" demands Hermione.

"He's facing an inquest at the Ministry," answers one of the patrons.

"What?" hisses Hermione. "Are you people insane or just stupid!" Not bothering to wait around for answer, Hermione stride towards the back entranceway to Diagon Alley.


Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
London, England

Coughing, both Fred and George wave their arms trying in vain to clear the air from the white clouds of smoke. Stumbling around they each attempt to not hit anything or anyone.

"What the bloody hell happened here?" swears Fred. Finally finding his wand he casts a simple spell to clear the air.

"You said a bad word!" admonishes a little girl's voice. Turning abruptly around, both Fred and George gawk at her. There stood a miniature version of their mother complete with tearstains on her face. "What?"

"Ah hell," whispers George as the little girl gives his a dark look. "Dad is going to kill us. How did we manage to do that?"

"Do what?" calls a young boy's voice. "Why would he kill you?"

"Oh Merlin! Look its Snape!" cries a horrified George.

"I'm not that bad!" snaps Snape huffing in anger. "I'm not!"

"Oh, man," whispers Fred glancing back and forth between the girl and the boy. "The Ministry is going to pull our license for this."

"Pull our license! Who cares about that! Dad is going to kill us!" croaks out George. "And what about Snape here! You know he's a professional dueler! Do you even remember what he did at the 'Last Battle'… oh just smashing."

"What?" asks Fred. "What's smashing?"

"I just remembered who Snape was married to," answers George getting paler.

"Bloody hell," whispers both Fred and George in unison. "St. Mungos?"


Ministry of Magic
Inquisitors Office


Bang!

Both occupants of the room jump in fright as the door hits the hall, a young woman strides into the office. Paying the office attendant no head as she slams the office door in her face.

"Explain to me," hisses an irate Hermione. "Why you are subjugating this man to an interrogation."

"I don't have to explain myself to you," sneers the inquisitor. He chokes when the woman pulls down on his muggle tie.

"I was on the front line in the 'Last Battle'," hisses Hermione. Using one hand, Hermione points to Severus. "He was on the front line, but correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't recall your arse on the front line. So where were you?" Watching the inquisitor struggle with his composure, Hermione dangerously whispers, "I find out that any time after today, that you or one of your colleagues have brought this man in for an interrogation, without any proof of wrong doing, you will find you first hand, why Voldemort, himself was afraid of me!"

"Yes madam," whisper the frightened inquisitor.

Letting the man's tie go, Hermione turns towards her old professor. "It appears Professor Snape that the Ministry had Dolores Umbridge watching your child." Hearing the inquisitor choke, Hermione shoots him a dark glare. "Whom which is now missing."

"What!" shouts an enraged Severus Snape.


Until Later