Hermione and Rachel walked down Grimmauld Place and stopped in front of the space between 11 and 13. Both of tem were carrying suitcases.

"Now baby girl, I want you to think of Number 12 Grimmauld Place real hard, ok?"

Rachel nodded and suddenly the Black House appeared in front of them. After Sirius Black's death, Tonks inherited the house. Kreacher didn't go along with this at first, but then he died. Dumbledore gave Dobby and Winky to Tonks, and she pays both of them wages.

Hermione rang the doorbell. She didn't hear the usual screams from Mrs. Blacks' portrait so she figured they found a way to shut her up. Harry opened the door. He looked absolutely flushed, yet he still had a smile on his face.

"Thank goodness you're here. All of the Order is here and we were waiting for the last member to show up." He bent down to Rachel and gave her a big hug. "How's my favorite little girl doing?"

Rachel beamed. "I'm doing great, Uncle Harry!"

"Good," he replied.

"Um, Harry, we have a problem," Hermione said. Harry looked confused. "Who's going to watch her?"

Harry smiled. "Tonks let me charm a room that is perfect for five-year-olds. There's a bed, a TV, and toys galore."

Harry led Hermione to the kid's room and dropped off their luggage in another room. As they went downstairs, Hermione looked at the painting of Mrs. Black. There was something in her ears. Harry looked at Hermione staring at the painting.

"Tonks painted earplugs on her." Hermione laughed.

Hermione followed Harry to the downstairs kitchen where all the previous Order of the Phoenix meetings occurred. As Harry walked in he said, "Since everyone is here, let's begin the meeting."

Hermione followed him inside and everyone looked at her. She scanned the crowd and instantly made eye contact with her redheaded ex-husband.

"Oh look who decided to join us Brits again," Ron said.

Hermione ignored his comment and sat in a seat next to Ginny in the front of the room where Harry was standing.

"Guys, c'mon." Harry then said a series of spells used to lock the doors. "Okay, welcome back to the Order of the Phoenix. From what I and Dumbledore think, Voldemort is back." Harry continued talking and informed everyone of his dream. Mrs. Weasley cooked up dinner for the entire Order, which they all ate while Harry was talking.

"So, I say that Snape should go back and become our spy once Voldemort calls all his death eaters –"

Just then the door to the room slammed open. Most of the people in the back of the room, near the door, rushed to the front. A little redheaded girl came through the door crying and shouting.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Hermione stood up and picked up Rachel. She began to rock her while carrying her back to her seat. She ignored everyone's stares.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"I-I –I had another bad dweam."

"Oh, it's alright. They're not real. Remember that."

Hermione continued rocking Rachel in her lap and everyone continued staring at both of them. Finally, Ginny spoke.

"May I introduce you all to Rachel, Hermione's daughter."

After this announcement some people went back to eating their dinner, but others, including Harry, Ron, and some other Weasleys, were still staring at Hermione. There was another silent pause.

Harry spoke up. He sounded confused and bewildered and he was talking quickly. "How in bloody hell did she do that?"

"Harry!" Ginny said, very disapproving of the words Harry chose to say. Hermione finally looked up.

"She used magic, of course." Hermione said.

Harry looked mad. "But HOW!? I used an EXTREMELY, COMPLICATED spell to lock that door. Most trained wizards couldn't even open it. Plus, how can she do magic without a wand?"

"Um… I got her a wand for her last birthday. She's been doing spells easily. I guess she's just really powerful." Harry was still in awe.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," Rachel said tugging on Hermione's shirt to get her attention.

Hermione looked down at her. "Here, this is all I have," she said as she pointed at her plate.

"But I don't want to eat that." Hermione gave Mrs. Weasley, who was still watching them, an apologetic look.

"Fine, what do you want to eat?"

"Chocolate Frogs!" she said, with a huge grin. Chocolate Frogs was her absolute favorite food in the entire world.

"Baby, Chocolate Frogs can't be your dinner." But Hermione said this too late. Rachel had already conjured a basket of Chocolate Frogs and they began to hop everywhere on the table. Rachel climbed onto the table and chased after all of the frogs. Everyone was in a fit of laughter. Rachel was still chasing after frogs when most of the Order decided to leave. Hermione didn't eve bother to stop her because she knew better than to stop Rachel from eating Chocolate Frogs. All who was left at the table was Harry, Ginny, and Hermione on one end, and Ron, Bill, Fred, and Mrs. Weasley at the other. It was pretty quiet in the kitchens because they didn't want the others to hear the conversation. Rachel was sitting on the table looking at a Chocolate Frog Card.

Hermione, Harry, and Ginny were talking about Ben's death. The couple knew Hermione had been greatly affected by this and wished for her to stay in the US longer to cheer up a bit. But Hermione didn't want to stay; she wanted to get away from all the pain with her friends. It was too much.

"I-I just can't believe he's gone," Hermione said.

"We're really sorry, Hermione," Harry said.

"Oh, it's not your fault Harry. I guess it was just his time to go." She was quiet for a while. "It's just that-"

"Mommy, I didn't know Chocolate Frogs came with cards," Rachel interrupted. Hermione looked at her. So did everyone else in the room. She had broken the quietness.

"Well darling, you always go for the Chocolate Frogs, and never pay attention long enough on one of them to notice they come with cards," Hermione said. Rachel giggled and everyone smiled. They continued to go back into the conversations, but Hermione was watching Rachel. She was chasing after a Chocolate Frog that was trying to escape from her grasp. It landed on top of someone's nose. Hermione let out a snort. Rachel walked up to the man and started talking to him. She laughed at how funny the situation was and then she realized who he was. Then she became worried.

"Excuse me, can I have my Chocolate Frog back please?" Rachel had a huge smile on her face and was swaying back and forth with her hands behind her back. Ron could never say no to someone this adorable.

"Of course you can, sweetheart," he replied. Rachel's ears became as red as her hair.

"Rachel, honey, come over here please," Hermione said from across the table. She didn't look at Ron at all. Ron took the frog off his nose and handed it to Rachel. She skipped back to her mother and lay in her lap.

Ron watched Hermione. She seemed different. Like she was under a lot of stress, and pressure. Ron decided to listen in on the conversation.

"I miss him so much," Hermione said.

"You'll be fine, Hermione," Ginny said.

"It's just that her helped my life turn around after the divorce you know? He helped with Eric, and he helped a lot with Rachel."

"You love him don't you?" Harry said.

"Of course I do," Hermione replied quickly. She took something out of her pocket. "I carry this around everywhere I go, so he's always with me." She stared at the thing in her hands.

"Oh dear, I better get this little one to bed." Rachel was asleep in Hermione's arms. Hermione began to carry Rachel towards their bedroom. She got up and walked towards the door. It had been magically repaired after it was blasted, and Hermione had trouble opening the doorknob. She shifted Rachel in her arms and then finally opened the door. Ron noticed she dropped something. He looked around to see if anyone else noticed, no one had. He got up and picked up the thing she dropped, and began to follow her. It was a photo of an attractive redheaded man.

'I can't believe she got on with her life so fast. A husband, a daughter. What have I been doing these past five years?' Ron thought to himself.

He caught Hermione just in time to find her walking up the stairs.

"Oy, Hermione!" She looked down at him and glared at him.

"What?" she asked coldly.

"You dropped something," he said, holding up the photo. Hermione climbed down the steps and grabbed the picture from Ron. She looked at it for a sec then stuffed it into her pocket. She began walking up the stairs again. She glanced around to see if Ron was still there and found him staring at her.

"What now?" she asked, irritably.

He looked at her for a moment, and then said, "Has your life been good with him?"

Hermione was confused. Who the hell was 'him'? Oh duh, Ben.

"With who? Ben?" she asked in a mean voice.

"If that's the guy in the photo."

"Well…" What was she supposed to say? Ron thought he was her husband. "I guess he helped me start a new life." She walked up the stairs to the second landing, and went into her room.