It was early morning and Hermione sat in the kitchen, across from a piping cup of tea staring out the window into the seemingly never-ending morning sky, "I'm starting to worry, Fred." she announced as he made his way into the kitchen with the morning paper in hand.

"Gwen's Hogwarts letter. It hasn't come yet." she shook her head reluctantly, "What if it doesn't come, Fred? What if she isn't like us?"

He smiled, sitting down at the counter next to hers, "Hermione, if Gwen's Hogwarts letter never comes it won't change anything. You know that."

"Fred, when is the last time you've heard of a Weasley Squib? Could you imagine it? You know everyone says she's just like me, Fred, but what if she's too much like me."

"That's not something you need to worry about. Even if she doesn't get her letter, that doesn't mean any of us will love her any less. It doesn't mean you've somehow failed her. That's just who she is and we'll deal with it when it comes to that."

Red rims began to assimilate around Hermione's eyes, "I don't know how to explain this to her, Fred. How are we going to tell her that she's not like us."

"That isn't something we have to think about yet, okay? It's only June. We've got a couple of months yet. If August comes and goes...then you can worry." he offered.

"I wish I could just...phone over to Hogwarts like I can with her school now."

"I think I need to think about taking the school's phone number away from you, speaking of. I imagine after another month, you'll be ringing up, asking them if she's been showing any signs of magic."

"But she hasn't." Hermione snapped, "She hasn't shown a single sign yet that she has any magical blood in her at all. I can't do this, Fred. I'm losing my mi-"

"There's no need for that, Hermione." he snapped, his face draining of color as he looked to the window over the sink, which led to a flowering pot, "Hermione, look." he guffawed and Hermione jumped to her feet, flinging the window open for the owl perched there.

"Fred," she gasped in utter relief, clinging to the sink as her knees wobbled, "Fred, it's the letter. She got a letter." she squealed, jumping up and down as she clung to it.

"Are we going to open it?" he asked, tossing a biscuit in the direction of the owl as he made his way over to his wife, "We're going to open it, aren't we?"

"It's for Gwen. We should let her open it, shouldn't we? We should wait until she gets home from Harry and Ginny's." Hermione reasoned, pacing it down gingerly on the counter top.

Fred shook his head, grabbing the letter before she could tell him to stop, "For a bright witch, you really can be stupid, can't you?" he chuckled, "We'll spell it shut after we're done with it and leave it on the porch for her to find."

"We're terrible people, Fred." Hermione cackled, clinging to his arm as he tore the envelope open.

"She's in." he sighed a gasp of relief, his eyes twinkling with excitement, as he twirled a sheet of paper which read Required Materials between his fingers and skimmed through the letter the preceded it, "Hermione, she's in."

"I can't wait for her to find out on her own. We need to go see her right now." Hermione insisted, grabbing her jacket from the back of one of the kitchen chairs, "Harry probably has her awake by now, wouldn't you think? We need to go over there."

"Let her enjoy the morning with her aunt and uncle, Hermione. She'll be back in a couple hours."

"I can't wait a couple of hours, Fred. I think I might actually explode." she chuckled,, "I'm going to Harry and Ginny's now to go see our girl. Are you coming or not?"

"Damn it, Hermione; let me get my coat." he cackled in utter glee, practically skipping down the hallway to the closet.

"What are we going to tell her? How are we going to do this? We can't just hand her the letter and say 'Well there it is.'."

"I'll tell you exactly what we're going to do. We're going to go to Diagon Alley and pick her out that ugly little imp of an owl that she's had her eye on for so long and we're going to bring it to her along with this letter and she's going to be so excited, she won't even know what to do with herself."

"Alright, we've got to go. Owl Harry and let him know what we're doing." Hermione shrieked in utter excited, "We need to go now."