CHAPTER SIX

The golden trio sat in the kitchen table of Number 12 Grimmauld place eating dinner that same night after work. Kreacher served them Meat loaf and mash potatoes with cheese cake for dessert.

Looking around the place, Hermione thought it needed a little work. The atmosphere of the house was dark and dreary. It's as if something toxic has been hanging in the air above them for too long. Not to mention the repulsive portrait of Sirius Black's mother. Thankfully magically curtained off they didn't have to hear her shrill ear shattering voice. They still haven't yet figured out how to get that

blasted portrait off the wall.

"Harry, If you're going to be living here permanently you might want to think about re decorating." Hermrione scooped some potatoes off her plate. Harry chewed before he spoke," I haven't really had the time. I could use some help." "We'll help you. Right Ron?" Hermione turned to her ginger friend in disgust as he stuffed his face. Ron nodded as he continued eating.

"Anyway, When Malfoy and I escorted Dolohov to Azkaban earlier. He paused. Hermione and Ron gestured for him to go on. "He said something to Malfoy about him meeting his cousin soon and to behave himself around her as she takes after her mother." Harry finished.

"Cousin? Wasn't Tonks his cousin. How is he suppose to meet her if you know..." Ron trailed off looking down. The lives lost during the war were hard on everyone and they all grieved in their own way. Still the pain of losing friends and family in such a horrible way stayed with them as they

remembered the fallen.

"Well Ron your right. Tonks is Malfoy's only cousin we know of." Hermione cleared her throat. "Unless for some reason Andromeda had another child we don't know of."

"Or Bellatrix." Ron piped in. Hermione flinched, her hand subconsciously rubbing her scar.

"Sorry Mione." Ron reached out to squeeze her shoulder. "It's fine Ronald really." She patted his hand. "Anyway Bellatrix is dead. We know she didn't have any kids with her husband."

"Bloody hell! Could you imagine someone as mental as she was for her to reproduce." Ron shuddered at the thought. Harry and Hermione agreed.

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Hermione stepped out of her floo into her small cozy flat. She sighed and dropped her bag onto the

couch.

Her living room had a tan colored couch and armchairs, a cherry wood coffee table with a matching bookcase in the back corner. On the fire place opposite the front door lay pictures of her family and friends. A small tv hung on the wall across from the couch.

She purchased her flat after she was made deputy head to the minister. She was proud of herself. All that hard work paid off. She was doing well for herself. She glanced at one of the pictures on the book shelf. Her parents.

She, together with Harry had located her parents in Sydney Australia. She had managed to undo her spell but it caused a rift between her and her parents.

They owled regularly over the past two years. They were still upset with her but they are slowly rebuilding their relationship. Hermione missed them so much.

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She went to the hall towards the bathroom. Once out she was freshly washed and in her pajamas. Grabbing a hair brush running it through her curls.

She thought back to the dinner with the boys. They concluded that Dolohov was just desperate and spouted meaningless threats to have the final word. But Hermione had a gut feeling that there was something more to that threat. Considering the possibility of either Andromeda or Bellatrix having another child. She shook her head. Trying to get the thought out of her head.

No way that could be possible. Maybe They had another sister no one knew about?

"Stop it Hermione. You're never going to get to sleep at this point." She admonished herself. Though she knew that when ever she got this feeling she would never be able to let it go.

AN: Kind of a filler chapter but it's slowly getting there. Please follow and review! Thanks to my beta mychellefennell :)