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Sunday, September 28, 1998

That morning as she sat between Draco and Theo on the couch, her parents puttering around the library, she couldn't help thinking about all the things that got her to where she was.

Sunday, July 9, 1989

Hermione was always odd, she knew that, but her parents refused to see reason. Not for the first time, she hadn't been invited to a classmate's birthday party. She'd actually only been invited to a few and mostly it was because the parents were colleagues of her parents.

Parties weren't fun necessarily. mostly they were lots of silly games like Pin the Tail on the Donkey and subpar home baked cakes. But it was the premise of the matter. She was ever so grateful that they went to Martinique for a few weeks every summer as it meant she never had to feel bad about not having other children to spend time with.

Last year she'd decided that she didn't want to have a birthday party and instead asked her parents to take her on an adventure. For her Ninth birthday, they'd gone to Stonehenge in Wiltshire and had toured much of the countryside. This year she was hoping since it was her 10th birthday, a very big deal, thank you very much, she'd request to visit Scotland.

"Child, come inside!" Called her grandmother from inside the house. Hermione stood and ran inside, her copy of Anne of Green Gables wedged under her arm. "There you are," her grandmother said with a grin, "thought you might have gotten lost in the trees."

Hermione giggled and sat next to her grandmother where she was de-shelling shrimp. "Mimi, do you think I'll ever have friends my own age?"

Her grandmother looked at her with a knowing twinkle in her eye. "I don't think you have any idea just how much you, my child will change the world."

Hermione huffed, "But when?" she whined. "I'm almost ten years old and no one wants to be friends with me!"

Her grandmother jutted her chin towards the book Hermione had set on the table. "And how old was your Anne with an e before she made any real friends?"

Hermione looked at the book with a frown. "Eleven… are you telling me I have to wait until I'm 11!?"

The old woman laughed. "Eleven is a very important time for any young lady. For now, you just keep spending time with your old GRANDMOTHER and reading your books."

resent Day (9/27/98)

"Was Mimi a Squib?" she asked suddenly.

"Oh no," Jean said with a laugh. "Magic is just part of Martinique in ways that it isn't here. The Statute of Secrecy isn't in effect in the same ways. We all knew it was around, but in this day and age it's become more like folk tales than reality."

Hermione tilted her head thoughtfully. "Did Mimi know about Hogwarts?"

"She never said anything explicitly to us," Richard said with a shrug, but she made sure we knew that she'd always be there to support us and you. "

"What about Yasmine? Did we ever find out if she had Magic?" Hermione asked.

"You know, I have no idea," Jean said softly. "These past few years have been so busy and since Mimi died we haven't gotten back nearly as much as we should and with the cost of calling…"

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. It was odd how disconnected she felt from her family in Martinique. Growing up she'd always felt so close to them, but since Hogwarts they'd just drifted further and further apart. She mad a mental promise to herself that after everything was over, she'd take the boys for a long trip to reconnect with her family.

That evening found Hermione, Richard, and Jean cramming for the dinner with Madame Zabini. They only had two more days to finish up and with Hermione being at school all day on Monday, she was feeling like she was going into a test, wildly unprepared.

"You'll be fine, darling," Draco said, unconvincingly. Both he and Theo had been trying to placate the three Grangers for hours, but they weren't doing a very good job. Madame Zabini was well known for being able to read people. Hermione didn't think she'd be able to make it through the dinner without giving herself away and in her professional opinion, there was no way that Richard and Jean wouldn't give up the ghost either.

With a sigh, Hermione laid her head on the parchments in front of her. "We'll have to do one more review session tomorrow, but I don't think there is anything else we can do…"

Jean and Richard looked almost as defeated as her, while Theo and Draco just kept carefully blank masks. When they'd separated for the night, Hermione turned to her husbands. "What are our chances, really?"

"Your mum is doing great," Theo said gently, "she's a natural storyteller. Your dad and you are more fact driven, so it doesn't sound as natural."

"I just think you need to come up with stories for your facts and not just know things about the places," Draco added, trying to make sure he wasn't being too harsh.

"Stories…" she said allowed, and let her mind whirl around what she would have done if she'd actually gone to Castelobruxo.

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