A/N: This is the epilogue. The last part. The end. How sad. I loved writing this story. Sorry this part took so long to get out, I'm in the middle of two longer stories. Oh and thanks to anyone who reviewed. I love you all!!!! And now on with the story…
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"Harry is this really the best idea?"
"You can't hide here forever. You have friends who still care about you in England."
"After what I did?"
"What you did? You did nothing except ask you best friend to come to your graduation. IT IS NOT YOU FAULT! I wish I had found you sooner. You've been hiding away in America, because you thought it was your fault. What a waste. You could have gotten any job with your grades." He lowered his voice. "You have to come back Herm, I'd miss you to much."
Hermione laughed and kissed him. "I suppose I'd miss you to. Are we apperating?"
"Yes, have you told Sarah?"
"Yeah I did this morning. She understood that I had to go back. She didn't believe me about the wizard thing at first, but I convinced her. She's sworn to secrecy." Hermione thought about what it would be like to go back to England. She hadn't been there in six years, except for that short visit with Andy. She would see the Weasley's and her parents. "Harry, have you seen my parents?"
"Yeah, they really miss you. Come on we have to go."
"Harry I am so scared."
"It'll be ok," said Harry and with a pop he disappeared.
"Here goes nothing." Hermione took a deep breath and apperated to the Weasley's house. It looked a lot different then the last time she had seen it. Instead of the 'about to fall over any minute' look, it had the look of a well-built house. A lot of extra rooms had been added on too. She supposed they must have gotten some extra money. Harry was standing there looking at the house.
"Fred and George's joke shop was really successful. They have two shops now. One in Hogsmeade, the other in Diagon Alley. Do you want to play a trick on them. See how long it takes them to realize it's you."
"I don't know." That seemed a little mean. But it was no use. Harry was already walking up to the door.
He opened it and yelled, "I'm back." Mrs. Weasley ran to the door and pulled it open all the way in order to give Harry a hug.
"It's so good to have you back Harry dear."
"Nice to see you too Molly." Mrs. Weasley had not changed at all. She was still slightly plump the only different thing was that her hair had lost most of its Red. "Oh please Excuse me, this is Hazel Goodman. Hazel this is Molly Weasley. I met her in Salem. She's one of us. I suppose you could say she's my girlfriend."
"Hi Molly."
"Hello Dear, please come in, both of you. It's about time you got yourself a girlfriend. Ginny, Neville and Chris are here too. Charlie's due back any moment. I haven't any idea were the twins are. Come in." Hermione followed Molly into the house and to the kitchen. The outside appearance of the house might have changed but the inside sure hadn't. It was still as cramped as ever, although there were new doorways that Hermione assumed were to the additions.
Hermione's first big surprise came when she saw Ginny. Even though Ginny had been twenty when she left Hermione still pictured the little girl that turned red whenever Harry looked at her. But this was no little girl sitting at the table. Ginny had grown up into a beautiful young lady, and she had a baby on her lap. Neville Longbottom was sitting next to her. He too had changed. He had slimmed down a bit and was quiet handsome.
"Ginny, Neville, this is Hazel Goodman, Harry's girlfriend," said Molly. Ginny looked up form the newspaper that she was reading and stared at Hermione. Hermione had the distinct impression that Ginny knew who she was. "Hazel this is Ginny, Neville and Chris Longbottom." Hermione had to use all the will power that she had not to laugh out loud. Ginny and Neville? She shot a look at Harry who shrugged and looked away.
"Molly," said Harry, "would it be ok if we stayed here for a few days? I have some business to take care of, and its closer to here than it is to my place."
"Oh course. Harry you know where you will be staying, Ron's room. I'll show you your room Hazel."
"No mom, let me." It was Ginny. She gave Hermione a meaningful look then waved her hand to signal that she should follow. Ginny led her out of the kitchen down a hallway and into a room that hadn't been there six years ago.
Ginny said, "You can stay in this room. It's new. Wasn't here the last time you were." She gave Hermione a half smirk. "Oh yes you don't fool me Hermione. But does Harry know?"
"Uh yeah he wanted to see how long it would take for you to find out."
Ginny laughed. "That's Harry for you. Now I suggest we tell my mother. It didn't take me too long to figure out, but she's getting a little um absent-minded, she may never realize. You know you really should dye your hair back. Blonde just isn't for you."
Hermione followed Ginny out of the room and back into the hallway, wondering what was wring with blonde hair. "Mom!" Ginny yelled. Molly's face appeared in the doorway. She a nervous look on her face. Ginny's yell had sounded urgent.
"Yes dear. Is something wrong? Don't tell me it has anything to do with Fred or George."
"Nope. Guess who our guest is," said Ginny. Harry also appeared in the doorway. He was looking from Ginny to Hermione, trying to figure out if Hermione had told or if Ginny had guessed.
"Ginny are you ok? It's Hazel Goodman. Harry's girlfriend."
"No it isn't. It's…your never going to believe this…it's Hermione!" Molly's jaw dropped, her eyes grew wide, and the color drained out of her face. She seemed frozen to the spot. Then all of a sudden she ran forward and threw her arms around Hermione.
"Is it really you? Really? Oh it has been so long. Hermione. Oh where have you been?" She pulled away and looked at Harry who was grinning, to Ginny who was just staring, to Neville, who had joined them and had a look of shock on his face, and to Chris who having followed his father. Chris did not really understanding what was happening and was looking concerned at Molly, because tears had started down her cheeks.
"Grammy, don't cry. It be ok," said Chris. The was a moment of silence then everyone in the room started laughing.
"Who is crying?" Called a voice form the front room. It was Charlie.
"Oh Charlie come here quick." Charlie ran in to the hallway, obviously thinking something as wrong. He stopped as he saw the group all standing in the small space. Neville and Harry were still chuckling, Molly was still crying, Chris was looking confused, and Ginny was smirking. Then his eyes feel on Hermione.
"Dear God. Is that Hermione?" Hermione nodded trying to surpress a smile. He held out his arms and hugged her just like Molly had. Hermione couldn't help grinning. These people didn't care that she had been gone for six years or that she was partially responsible for their family member's death, they still cared about her. Harry had been right. She looked over at him and saw he was grinning like an idiot too.
Molly kept wiping her eyes on her apron, smearing flour all over her cheeks. "I'm going to call Arthur, then I'll somehow contact Fred and George, oh and Bill, I'll have to tell him. Everyone back in the Kitchen. I'm going to make something. Hermione, hun, what would you like to eat? Oh that doesn't matter I'll going whip up everything we have. Ok? Now—."
"MUM! It's ok, no need to get so emotional," Ginny said still smirking.
"Yes Molly no need to make anything special. Hermione and I are going over to her parents house now anyway."
"Oh ok Harry dear, do you need anything before you go?"
"No we'll be fine. Bye!" He waved his hand and disappeared.
"Its been nice seeing all of you again, bye!" And the Weasleys disappeared form her view. When the swirling stopped she was in front of the house she grew up in. So many memories flooded back that she had to take a moment to control herself. When she was sure that she wasn't going to burst into tears she looked around. Harry was standing next to her.
"Harry no guessing games this time. These are my parents. Oh god! How do I do this? 'Hello mom, remember me? I'm your daughter.' That seems just a little insensitive."
"No don't do that. I'll go up and say I brought someone they might want to see and we'll go from there. Don't worry it will be ok." Almost as to reassure her he put his arm around her and they walked up to the door together. Hermione was almost shaking under his arm as he raised his free hand to knock.
The door opened a crack and head poked out. It was Hermione's dad. She gasped and jumped back.
"Hello Harry, can I help you with something?" He looked so much older than when she had left them.
"No, but I think that I can help you. I have brought someone with me that I think you might like. Is Mrs. Granger here too?"
"Yes," he said and pulled the door open all the way. He just noticed Hermione who had tears running down her face. "Is your friend ok? Does she need anything?"
"Can we come in? We need to talk about something. Go get Mrs. Granger." Harry led Hermione, who was still under his arm and crying, into the house.
When Mr. Granger returned with Mrs. Granger Hermione couldn't hold it any longer. She broke free of Harry and threw her arms around her mother sobbing "mommy, mommy" over and over.
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Two hours, many tears, many kisses, and a lot of explaining later Harry and Hermione we sitting on Ron's old bed which was still covered in a Crudely Cannon's bedspread.
Hermione's eyes were puffy from crying, and Harry was absent-mindedly stroking her head. Suddenly Hermione looked up form her hands and asked, "Harry why were you in Salem? Why were you disguised."
"I'm a spy."
"Oh." They were silent for a while. Harry had expected Hermione to freak out when he told her but she didn't. And he was grateful. The silence wasn't the uncomfortable kind of silence but the kind that is better then any conversation.
After a while Hermione started talking again. "I love you Harry."
"I love you too Hermione."
"I was just thinking, you know that song Beautiful Stranger by Madonna?"
"Yeah."
"Well that's how I thought of you at first. I thought I had fallen in love with the beautiful stranger. Ironic huh?"
"Yeah."
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay
Haven forbid,
I take my chance on a beautiful stranger,
I looked into you your eyes and my world came tumbling down
You're the devil in disguise
That's why I'm singing this song,
To know you is to love you
And everywhere I go
And everybody knows
To love you is to be part of you
I paid for you with tears and swallowed all my pride… beautiful stranger….
If I'm smart then I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I'll stay.
Haven't you heard?
I fell in love with the beautiful stranger
I looked into your face my heart was dancing all over the place,
I'd like to change my point of view
If I could just forget about you
To know you is to love you… beautiful stranger…
A/N: Ok I know that totally stunk. Please don't flame me (I finally figured out what a flame was) unless you say why you hated it or how I could improve it ok? Maybe I should have just left it without the epilogue. Now I want to know who you think Harry's visitor was in part five. Tell me when you review. Ok? But if you liked this story, please read some of my others. Thanx.
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to J.K Rowling, except Sarah and the doctor.
~Ice Lily