A/N: Hi! I have been trying to get back to writing as I was not feeling completely okay. I mean, the ideas were there but I had a hard time finding time to sit and write. These past months I have been horribly busy at work and life but I am trying to come back to one of the things I love and treasure the most. Regarding this story, we will continue witnessing Hermione's early years a bit more before going back to Fleur's.

Mitzicrow: I am glad you liked it!

Thestral212: Una de las cosas que mas amo es escribir (lo sabes) pero pues toma tiempo, y eso sin contar todo lo que ha pasado en mi familial y esas dolorosas muertes que han desestabilizado mi concentracion. Cuando escribo dedico toda mi atencion y eso incluye investigar como lo estoy haciendo para esta historia donde estoy escuchando mucha musica de piano y violin para captar su esencia y poderla describir mejor en esta historia. Espero que este capitulo te agrade tambien.

Jaely: Thank you, this year has been an intense rollercoaster but I am hanging in there. I am trying to make this a light story but my angsty vein just bleeds out XD. Thanks for reading.

wolfy48: Thank you, I am glad you liked it.

Guest: Thank you, you're so kind. Yeah, that letter was one of my ways to deal with my losses. I hope you enjoy this chapter, too.

Enjoy!

3.- 3rd movement: Solo Leggiero

My dearest Hermione, happy 5th birthday! You must be starting elementary school this year. To think my mischievous little girl will start her formal education now. If you are anything like me, you should be able to read and write by now. I bet you love to laugh and play around, but no matter how spirited you are, you shouldn't hit the boys (I know they can be a pain in the arse).

I hope you like school and I am sorry for not being able to take you on your first day but please remember that I will always be in your heart as long as you don't forget me, pumpkin.

Study hard, have fun in school, and never forget how much I love you, dear.

Jeanne Granger, your mummy.

Around a couple of months after receiving the letters from her mother, Hermione decided on visiting the Granger villa by herself. With the excuse of a school project, she asked Amelia to get her a map of the tube so the young brunette would be able to find her way in the underground transportation. She also studied some bus timetables and all the possible routes to avoid getting lost.

She didn't have to pay for a ticket as long as she was accompanied by an adult which made traveling by herself a challenge if she was to move around alone. Amelia was kind and really cared about her but, stubborn as she was, Hermione really wanted to do this alone. Soon, she realized that nothing got past her nanny, so she didn't have any other choice than to tell Amelia about her plan.

"If you are okay with skipping one day of school to get there, I will go with you" the nanny shrugged before going back to her magazine. It was one of those lazy and rainy evenings when Hermione did her homework and Amelie joined her in case the youngster needed some help with her assignments.

"Why a school day? We can go during the week-"

"Your father is coming back this weekend since the training season will end in a few days"

"Ugh" Hermione trembled at the thought of seeing her father again.

"Yes, ugh" Amelie raised an eyebrow at the younger girl's face "so-"

"Fine, let's go on a school day" Hermione sighed. She knew that when her father came back, she wouldn't be able to roam free in the flat and even less go out unsupervised "I think Thursday works out."

"Thursday it is" Amelie clapped excitedly and Hermione giggled at her nanny's antics.

The night before going to her mother's home, Hermione tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep. A myriad of questions hovered in her mind and, despite trying hard to expect little from her expedition to the Granger Villa, she couldn't deny that she was looking forward to it.

Hours passed by slowly and the first sun rays filtered through the curtains of Hermione's room; Thursday had finally arrived and she couldn't be more scared and excited about that fact. The young brunette jumped out of bed before her alarm clock made a sound, and rushed to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for her upcoming road trip. After getting dressed in her school uniform and placing the keys and letters in her backpack, Hermione left her room and headed to the kitchen where Amelia served her something to eat as it was the maid's day off.

"Are you excited?" Amelia asked with a smile.

"I would say more nervous than excited" Hermione commented before taking a bite of her toast with jam.

"Don't be" the babysitter placed her coffee cup back on its saucer and turned to look at the young brunette "everything is going to be fine, you'll see"

"I hope so, Amelia" Hermione finished her breakfast and turned to look at her nanny with a lopsided smile "I really hope so"

After making sure that the flat's front door was properly locked, both Hermione and Amelia started their trip to the Granger villa. It took them almost an hour to get to the bus station as the babysitter let Hermione enjoy her first ride in the underground since she normally walked the girl to school.

One bus ride later, the babysitter and the brunette stood in front of the gate of the villa and Hermione looked at her surroundings with wide eyes. She thought that the place would be neglected and in ruins, but it was the complete opposite as the villa looked well-kept and there was even a video intercom that looked brand new on a side of the beautifully decorated gate.

Maybe someone is living here.

"Wow, this place looks-"

"Let's go back to the flat" the brunette whispered.

"Why?"

"Look how neat and tidy the entrance looks" Hermione pointed at the gate "there's a high chance that someone is already living inside"

"If that's the case, you should talk to them" Amelia added in a soft and reassuring tone; the least she wanted was a gloomy Hermione "they might still have your mum's things"

"I-"

"Hermione, is that you?" a female voice asked from behind the pair, and the brunette stiffened before turning around "oh dear, you look exactly like your mum"

"Who are you?" Hermione took a step back and wrapped her arms around one of Amelia's.

"I am sorry, dear I mean no harm" the mysterious woman with dark hair and hazel eyes added in a softer tone while withdrawing a business card from her expensive-looking purse "My name's Olivia Jones and I a-was your mum's agent" noticing that Hermione stood rooted to the spot, her sitter took the initiative and raised her right hand to greet at the agent and take the card.

"Nice to meet you, I am Hermione's sitter, Amelia Graham" both women shook hands and the young brunette observed them with wide eyes. At this, Olivia smiled and kneeled in front of Hermione to be at her eye level.

"I presume you got your mum's letters," the agent asked and Hermione released her sitter's arm "that's why you are here, right?"

"You sent them?"

"I did" Olivia smiled and rubbed the brunette's arm "your mum entrusted them to me when she was pregnant with you"

"How did you know I would be here today?" Hermione asked with a tilt of her head and a small frown. Her mind was racing to catch up with the overload of information.

"I didn't" the agent giggled "gods, you sound just like her"

"Then why are you here?"

"I came to check if the alarm was working properly as the insurance company called me due to an alert coming from here last night" Olivia explained patiently before pointing at her car that was just behind them "if you fancy, I can give you a ride and you can explore the villa, after all, it belongs to you." Hermione looked up and locked eyes with her sitter that smiled at her as if waiting for the youngster's decision.

"I'd like that, thank you" Hermione replied and Olivia stood once more.

"After you, ladies" the agent unlocked her car and they got in. After pressing a button in a remote control attached to the sun visor, the gates of the Granger villa opened leading to a red maple tree-lined driveway. Since it was the middle of fall, the red, orange, and yellow leaves were falling and the road looked like a carpet of warm colors and Hermione's amber eyes observed everything in awe.

It was not a long ride but for Hermione was like she was traveling to a new and unknown world. A couple of curves and a small hill later, the car stopped and Hermione blinked in surprise at the size of the manor that belonged to her mother. A soft knock on the car's window snapped her from her thoughts and curious amber locked with warm hazel.

"Do you want me to show you around?" Olivia asked with a smile "it's a big house, after all."

"Yes, thank you Miss Olivia" Hermione added the moment she opened the car door and jumped out of the car.

"Please, call me Olivia, or aunt Olivia since your mother was like a sister to me" the music agent stepped aside and let Hermione lead the way. The stone porch led to beautifully carved French doors. The young brunette fished the keys from the velvet pouch her mother had sent her and looked at Olivia as if asking for permission.

"It's your home, dear" the dark-haired music agent commented with a wink "you can enter the flat whenever you want," Hermione looked down at her hand before choosing one of the keys to try to open the door that creaked softly.

The first thing that Hermione saw was high ceilings and a double staircase that led to the second floor. All the place was painted in white and the marble floors gleamed with the light coming from the big windows by the front door.

"Do you want to see-"

"I want to see the attic first if you don't mind, Miss Olivia" Hermione promptly requested.

"Right this way" the music agent started climbing the stairs with Hermione in tow. When they got to the second floor, Olivia leaned on the railing and looked down "you can look around all you want, Amelia"

"Thanks" the sitter headed towards the living room to wait for Hermione.

"Are you sure you don't want me to show you the other rooms first?" Amelia asked while walking through a wide hall with several closed doors "your mum painted your nursery by herself"

"She left me specific instructions to go to the attic and that's what I will do first, please" Hermione replied with a lopsided smile.

"As stubborn as your mum, huh" Olivia chuckled before stopping in front of a dark oak door "here we are, young lady. This is the door that will lead you to the attic."

"Thank you, Olivia" Hermione gave her a sincere smile.

"I will be waiting for you in your mum's studio, that is this room over here" the music agent pointed at the closest door to their right "take your time, sweetheart" Hermione nodded before disappearing behind the dark oak door.

Hermione climbed the stairs and turned on the light to find a massive space filled with cardboard boxes and dusty labeled plastic boxes. The young brunette couldn't contain her curiosity and peeked at some of the cardboard ones.

There she found some old albums that belonged to her father and some of the old trophies that he won when he was a kid. She could not help but smile at a picture of her five-year-old father raising a trophy with both hands and smiling widely. She perused through the surrounding boxes a bit further before focusing once more to look for the steamer trunk her mother wrote about.

And there it was behind a wooden armoire. Hermione pulled hard at one of the side handles until she was able to reach the front. Taking the smallest of the keys, she tried to open the rusty lock. It took her several tries but, in the end, she was able to unlock it before undoing the drawbolt latches to be able to finally open it and cough at the cloud of dust that formed due to moving things around.

Inside she found two more journals, a couple of photo albums, and, wrapped in delicate fabrics, Jeanne's first violins. There were five in total and went from the smallest 1/10 size to the ¾ which was the most suitable to Hermione's arm length. The wood had a bit of damage and the strings looked about to break, but Hermione didn't mind that since it belonged to her mother.

She wrapped the ¾ violin in the fabric once more and delicately placed it in an old wooden express wagon she found lying around. She also grabbed the journals and the photo albums, and then placed them inside her school bag. After making sure that she could handle the weight on her back, the young brunette grabbed the ¾ violin and left the attic, and headed where Olivia was waiting for her.

"Oh, you got one of her violins, can I see it?" the music agent asked Hermione that nodded and handed her the wrapped instrument. After removing the fabrics, Olivia examined the violin and hummed "with some cleaning and a few touches, it would be as good as new"

"I think it's fine the way it is" Hermione tried to snatch it from the music agent's hands that were faster and raised it above her.

"I am still in contact with the man in charge of taking care of your mum's other instruments and I know he would be glad to restore one instrument of England's 'summer breeze' again" Olivia added

"Summer breeze?"

"That was how your mum was known of" Olivia placed the violin on top of a piano and kicked off her shoes and did a ballet pirouette before elegantly landing on her right leg "when the heat hits its peak, and the air turns heavy to breathe, there's nothing more soothing than England's summer breeze"

"That's so daft" Hermione snorted.

"Your mum thought the same but the nickname was catchy so she stuck to it" Olivia smiled before grabbing her discarded shoes "and her music was exactly like that, so it made sense to call her that at the moment"

"Were you a dancer, miss Olivia?" Hermione asked with interest as she saw the woman putting her shoes back on with the elegance of a ballerina.

"Long story short, I was a professional ballet dancer but after an unfortunate car accident, I was forced to retire and, later on, I became a music agent" Olivia explained before wrapping the wooden instrument in the fabrics once more and handed it back to Hermione "I met your mum when she was a guest violinist in one of my ballet company's performances and we became good friends. Funny thing was that she was my fan" the tall woman giggled before sitting on a piano stool while Hermione did the same on an armchair across from the agent "we always kept in touch and she was the first face I saw when I regained consciousness after my accident. She flew half a day just to check on me"

"She sounds like a caring person" Hermione voiced.

"She was a kind soul and a great friend that helped back on my feet and introduced me to the right people to get back on track" Olivia gave the young girl a small smile "thanks to her I became a music agent and she trusted me so much that she became my first client."

"Do you miss her?"

"Every day of my life, Hermione" Olivia wiped a single tear that escaped her right eye "I lost more than a friend, but my sister"

"I am sorry" the young brunette looked down.

"Don't be, dear" the music agent kneeled in front of the girl and raised her chin with her right hand "it was not your fault, you know"

"But if I weren't born-"

"Still" Olivia caressed Hermione's cheek and smiled at her "you were her greatest illusion and treasure"

"I never met her" the brunette sobbed and jumped to Olivia's open arms that held her tight "but I miss her every day, too"

"Cry dear, let it all out" the music agent whispered by Hermione's ear and caressed her hair "you will feel better afterward" at this, the young brunette wept for the mother she had never had the chance to meet, hug or kiss. She cried until her tears and energy dried out. With a soft sigh, she closed her amber orbs and fell asleep in her mum's music agent arms.

When Hermione opened her eyes, she panicked as she was in an unfamiliar room. And then, it all came back to her, the letters, the trip, the mansion, the violin.

My mum's agent.

"About time you woke up" a teasing voice stated from her left "you have been sleeping for a while"

"Amelia, where am I?" Hermione asked still confused.

"This was your mum's room when she was a child" Olivia added from the door "your grandmother wanted to preserve it this way for her grandchildren"

"Where is she?" Hermione asked while putting on her shoes.

"Unfortunately, she passed before you were born" the music agent added with a small smile "but she was so sure that your mum would have a baby girl that she didn't let anyone, not even your mum, remodel this room"

"Can I see the rest of the house, please?" Hermione suddenly asked.

"Of course, dear" Olivia stepped aside to let the girl leave the room "shall we?"

"The house has six rooms in total plus two living rooms, movie room, a recording studio, laundry room, kitchen, and a guest house right next to the indoor pool" Olivia explained while going down the stairs and head towards the back of the house "there used to be a stable behind the guest house but when your grandfather retired, he stopped breeding racehorses and ordered to tear it down"

"This place is huge" Amelia voiced Hermione's thoughts.

"In fact, it is" Olivia chuckled "and I am not including the basement, the six-car garage, and the greenhouse"

"It is so beautiful" Hermione commented while observing a photo frame with a picture of her mother and a beautifully crafted violin "everything looks like a dream."

"It is not, dear" Olivia ruffled the brunette's curls "and all of this is yours"

"I-what?"

"Your mother left me her will and you are the sole beneficiary" Olivia explained "you have assigned a monthly allowance that covers your school tuition and extra expenses that were being handled by Mr. Muller, but now that he passed away, I will take care of it"

"How come he never mentioned you?" Hermione grew suspicious "I find it odd"

"Well, it was all because of your father, but it is a long story" Olivia sighed "and I bet you might be hungry by now"

"I-" a loud grumble interrupted the brunette that blushed up to her ears.

"Well, how about some fish and chips? I know a great place I used to eat with your mum" Olivia offered and couldn't help but giggle when Hermione's eyes lighted up "we can order and eat here so we can talk more, what do you think?" the young brunette turned to look at her sitter that just shrugged.

"I think it's fine but it's getting late and I have school tomorrow"

"How about I give you girls a ride home after supper?"

"You got yourself a deal" a serious-looking Hermione shook hands with the amused music agent that withdrew her phone and called the restaurant to place an order.

A/N: It's a bit short but it's just the beginning of Hermione's story that still has some chaps to go before we get back to Fleur's life in college. I will gladly read all your thoughts if you leave a review, and thanks again for reading and supporting my work.