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Chapter 12:

A curly haired witch sat silently in the backyard of the Burrow. It was an amazing morning. The petals and leaves of the flowers planted in the yard are covered with droplets of water. The morning beam reflected in the droplets and created small rainbows.

The birds were chirping merrily from their nest in the trees that surrounded the Weasley home. Every being in the place seemed to be having a joyous morning. Even the garden gnomes were gleefully laughing their lungs out – if that was even possible. The atmosphere in the place was light and happy. It's as if the world was a real life fairy tale and this seems like what they called as the happy ending – no conflicts and no problems. It's perfect.

Hermione sat silently in the bench overlooking the backyard. She didn't know the reason behind it but she was really happy. She was aware that nobody in the whole house was awake besides her. But being alone doesn't seem to be so bothering. It was peace and quiet. A contented smile was plastered in her face as she listened to the morning melody that the birds were making.

The rooster cried – signaling the morning. Hermione's smile widened even more as she stood up and strolled towards the house. She entered it without making any noise. She journeyed to Ginny's room and entered noiselessly. Ginny was silently sleeping in her bed. Hermione's bed was pleasantly done. Instead of going for her cot, she turned and walked towards the side of it where a small crib stood.

She placed her hands in the railing of the baby crib and leaned in. Inside the crib was the most beautiful baby she had ever seen. He has untidy black hair and pale skin. The baby squirmed and opened it eyes and he turned even more adorable. A pair of piercing, beautiful, green eyes stared at Hermione. A small smile crept to the baby's red lips and it squeaked in delight.

Hermione held out her hands and took the baby. She held him across her chest and cradled him. The baby's hair fell to the side of his face as he wriggled happily in Hermione's arms. And there, where his hair was a minute ago was a lightning bolt scar. At that instant, Hermione realized why the baby was unlike any other. There was only one reason why he's special. Because… he is Harry Potter.

As soon as Hermione realized it, she blinked her eyes. The baby fidgeting happily in her arms, changed in front of her. The once black hair changed its color to brown and its straight, untidy characteristic was transformed into a curly mess. The formerly visible scar vanished in an instant and the previously pale skin, became cream colored.

She smiled contentedly at the baby in her arms. He was a copy of Harry except for the hair and skin which seemed to mirror hers. The baby smiled back at her with twinkling eyes and he lifted his small hands and placed it in her cheeks lovingly before murmuring "Mama".

Hermione woke up that morning the same way she slept – with a smile in her lips. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around. Ginny was still sleeping soundly under her blankets. The curtains were drawn and the room was still slightly dark. Hermione's eyes wavered beside the bed where the crib was placed in her dream. She stared at the place as a small smile played in her lips. What could the dream mean? Was it her desire to have a baby with Harry? Maybe…

"What's with that smile?" Ginny said groggily. Hermione didn't notice her wake up during her daydreaming session. Ginny stretched her arms and slid out of the bed. She sat with Hermione and asked excitedly. "What did you dream of?"

"Hmmm." She answered dreamily. Her smile never left her lips. She had a hunch that she would be doing that a lot all day.

"What? Come on, come on. Tell me!" Ginny urged eagerly. She had already pulled her legs and bent it in a cross sitting position in Hermione's bed.

Hermione propped her head in her hands and looked at Ginny. "Well…" She started. Ginny listened to her intently as she recalled and told her about her marvelous dream.

"That means you desire to have a baby with Harry?" Ginny asked with a smirk after Hermione told her the whole tale of the dream.

"I don't know. Do you think that that's the meaning of it? Showing me my desire?" Hermione asked innocently. She doesn't have any hint of what the dream meant and being the brightest witch of their age, that is saying something.

"Maybe. You said you were happy in the dream. What else could it mean besides being your desire?" Ginny interrogated. The issue really made the both of them curious. "Why don't we just ask Fred and George about it?" Ginny offered.

"No way, I'm not going to tell them what I dreamt about. They would take the mickey out of me if I did." Hermione shook her head forcefully.

"Then. Let's just tell them that you forgot what you dreamt of and ask them what the potion does. That would do the trick." Ginny offered.

Hermione deliberated for a second and then nodded. "Okay, let's go eat breakfast."

Ginny stood up – apparently satisfied about their plan of interrogating her brothers.

The both of them set off for the kitchen. Just like the past morning, the whole family was already seated around the kitchen table when they went down – the whole family except the twins.

"Where are the twins?" Ginny asked as she and Hermione sat down at their usual spot.

"They're at their room. They insisted on eating breakfast there. Must be working on something." Ron answered Ginny while stuffing his mouth with food.

"Too bad." Hermione murmured. She started eating as well. As usual, the breakfast is unsurprisingly delicious. What could they expect? Molly Weasley is the cook.

Breakfast passed normally that day. Before they know it, breakfast was already over and all of them were extremely full.

While Hermione, Ginny and Ron was staying at the living room after breakfast, (Ron and Hermione were sitting separately in the two single couches while Ginny sat in the big sofa) a brown owl swooped through the windows and landed on Hermione's shoulder. The owl was holding a letter in its beak and the letter has the Hogwarts' seal in it.

"It has the Hogwarts seal. It must be from McGonagall." Ron said as he patted his bulging tummy.

"Do you think Hogwarts would be reopening this year?" Ginny asked her brother.

Hermione took the letter off the owl's beak and looked at it. It was addressed to her. While Ginny and Ron were having a conversation of their own, Hermione opened and read the letter silently.

Dear Ms. Granger,

I am honored to invite you to teach at Hogwarts. A witch with talents like yours would be the most suitable to have the post of Transfigurations Professor. In your days at the school, I, myself, have seen your talents and I would be honored to have you as the new Transfigurations Professor and Head of Gryffindor House.

In connection with this topic, I know that you haven't taken your N.E.W.T.s. yet. As you know, in order to be a professor at the school, you must have an OUTSTANDING grade in both your O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. in the subject you are applying – or in this case, offered. Considering your talents and knowledge, I know that you can pass your N.E.W.T.s with high grades even if you don't go back for your seventh year. And your O.W.L.s result in that subject is OUTSTANDING as well.

If you are interested in the post, I would like to inform you that I will be giving examinations next week. I will be allowing you to take your N.E.W.T.s in order to be qualified to teach.

If you are interested, send a reply to me or floo me. If Mr. Ronald and Ms. Ginevra Weasley are interested as well, they can also take the examination. I believe Ms. Weasley is planning to play for Holyhead Harpies instead of going back for her seventh year and might be highly interested.

I'm hoping that you would accept my offer and take the post of Transfigurations Professor. I will be expecting you. Thank you and Keep safe.

PS: If you want to talk to Mr. Potter, I slipped his address in the same envelope of this letter. Say hi to him for me.

Yours truly,

Minerva McGonagall

Hogwarts Headmistress

Hermione finished reading the letter and looked inside the envelope. As mentioned, the envelope contains a card. She retrieved it and read the contents.

Number 17 Monsieur Francesco Demeure Paris, France

She slid the address back in the envelope – thinking that it wouldn't be needed at the time.

"What did she say?" Ron inquired.

"Well, McGonagall's offering me to teach Transfigurations and she said that I can take my N.E.W.T.s next week even if I will not be coming back for my 7th year. She also said that you can take the examination as well, and also Ginny. Somehow, she managed to know that she's planning to play for Holyhead. We have to study on our own if we won't be coming back." Hermione finished. She settled the letter down on the table and faced Ginny and Ron. "So, are you taking the exam next week?"

"Wait! How did she know that? I didn't tell her I'll be joining the Harpies." Ginny asked incredulously.

"Well, she's just like Dumbledore. Knowing things by herself." Hermione answered Ginny.

"Heh! Being Head of a school has it's perks." Fred explained to them as he descended the stairs – George following behind. The twins took a seat at either side of Ginny on the big sofa.

"Yeah. So are you going?" Hermione turned her attention to Ginny once more.

"Of course. You'll help me study, right?" Ginny asked hopefully.

"Yeah, of course. Ron, what do you think?" Hermione asked. They all turned their attention to Ron.

"Do you think I can make it if the deadline is next week? I hardly got through my O.W.L.s and I got the whole year to prepare." Ron grumbled.

"I'll help you review, don't worry. Just make sure that you pay attention." Hermione offered to him and gave him a stern look. Ron placed his hand on his chin to think and after weighing the odds, he came to a decision.

"Okay. I will. Besides, if I don't pass, I can always work on your joke shop, right Fred, George?" Ron asked his older brothers.

"Of course, bro. We'll give you the highest position." Fred said and turned to George. "Right, George?"

"You bet, brother." And their signature grin was back in their faces again. "You'll be our Chief E.S."

"What's that?" Ron asked curiously.

"Chief Experimental Subject. In short, Chief Guinea Pig" Ginny answered for the twins and laughed out loud. The others joined the cackling fest.

"That's not funny." Ron grumbled and faced Hermione. "By the way, if you're going to accept the job, that means that you'll be staying at Hogwarts?"

"Yes. I guess so." Hermione replied as she wiped her teary eyes after laughing so hard.

"Then your problem is solved. You were looking for a job and a place to stay, right?" Ginny said while she straightened her posture. Something shimmering from Fred's shirt caught her attention and she prodded it.

"Yeah. Do you think I should accept it?" Hermione asked the opinion of her best girl friend.

"Why not? You're perfect for it." Ginny answered while absent-mindedly poking Fred's shirt. A part of his sleeve has gold glitters – the same shade as the potion. "What's this?" Ginny asked her brother while holding up the glitter she picked up from Fred's shirt.

"That's from our potion. Speaking of which, we'd like to know what you dreamt of last night, Hermione." Fred said. Ron suddenly perked up from his seat and waited for Hermione to answer.

"Well. Err." Hermione started hesitantly. She was about to say that she forgot her dream when George suddenly interrupted.

"We'd like to know about it. But we have some business meeting to attend to. Right, Fred?" George cut in. He stood up and dusted his shirt. He shook his shirt and the glitters clinging into it flew in the air and like the glitters in the potion, it circled them and formed a shape – a star, this time – and flew out the window.

Everybody stared – with amazed eyes – out the window where the glitters exited. A smile crept up in Hermione's lips at the sight of the amazing exhibition.

"Wow. I still can't believe that we made something that amazing, George. It's not fit for a joke shop but still, mystical and fantastic at the same time. Congratulations again, brother. We've done it." Fred proudly said. His chest popped out smugly.

"Congratulations too, my brother. I can't wait to sell this one on the shop. Though it's not for joking purposes, it will still be a bang – that's for sure. Now come on. We'll be late." George smirked at his twin and then turned to Hermione. "You'll tell us about that dream of yours later, Hermione."

"S-sure. Alright." Hermione stammered. Whatever happens, her mind is set that she would never recount her dream to them.

The twins went to the door and swished their wands. From their room, two broomsticks flew into their hands. They both mounted it and waved. "Ginny, tell mum that we'd be at the shop and then at the ministry." Fred said. "We won't be back until dinner." George piped in. the both exited the house and with a kick, they took off. As they were passing the window, they both said "Goodbye!" and then they were zooming like lunatics in the air.


A/N: Another chapter is up, guys. I'll give a jar of virtual chocolate chip cookies to anybody who can interpret Hermione's dream. You want some? Then start guessing. Haha!