The next morning went as well as the day before. Rachel had woken Hermione up because of another nightmare. They got dressed and went down to the kitchens for breakfast. In earlier days, she would go down to the kitchen to see that Mrs. Weasley had made breakfast for them all. This morning, however, she found Harry and Ginny at one end of the table drinking coffee and reading the Daily Prophet. At the other end, the entire Weasley family was eating brekfast of egss and sausages. Mrs. Weasley was watching her boys and their wives eat, making sure to fill their plate up every time it looked a bit empty. In the middle of the table were Remus Lupin and Tonks. They were eating also, but not as heartily as the boys.  Hermione noticed that no one was bothering to offer any food to Ginny and Harry so she easily guessed what her fate would be. She sat down across from the couple and a couple seats away from Ron.

"I see she hasn't let her guard down," Hermione said.

"Of course not. She only cooks for us when there are other members of the Order eating with us," Ginny replied.

"It's like living with the Dursleys again," Harry said. The girls smirked.

"And to think, I'm her only daughter. Her youngest child. I might just not have any kids. THAT MEANS NO GRANDKIDS, MUM!" Ginny said. She increased her volume with every sentence. Hermione saw Mrs. Weasley look up, but she then began to fill Charlie's plate with more eggs.

"Can I have a bit of toast?" Rachel asked Ron. Hermione hadn't noticed that Rachel was watching him eat.

Ron looked at her, then at his toast, then back at her. "No."

"Just a little?" she asked giving him her puppy dog eyes.

"No."

"C'mon Ron, just a bit of toast? She'll be full quick," Hermione said.

"I'm not the one that's supposed to be feeding her," he responded.

"She didn't have any dinner last night."

"You're the one who fed her Chocolate Frogs."

"She conjured them up herself." Hermione was getting angry. How could he be so selfish to a little child?

"Never mind, mom," Rachel said. "The food doesn't look that good anyway."

Harry and Ginny snorted. Hermione stifled a laugh. Mrs. Weasley looked offended.

"Fine sweetheart, what would you like to eat?" Hermione asked.

"Pancakes."

"Okay, let me conjure them up."

"No! Muggle way!"

"The Muggle way? That takes too long." Hermione said that too late. Rachel had already conjured up all the ingredients to make pancakes. "Rachel!"

"Oh yeah, that's the muggle way," Ron said. Hermione glared at him.

"C'mon babe. We have to take these to the kitchen. Hermione grabbed a handful of ingredients and Rachel did the saem and followed her into the kitchen.

Fifteen minutes later, Rachel came out holding three stacks of pancakes in her hands. Hermione followed her holding plates, utensils, butter, and syrup. Everyone was still in the kitchen except Tonks and Lupin. Most of them had finished eating. They watched the pair come out of the kitchen. Rachel sat in the seat Tonks had occupied and Hermione sat down across from her. They each put a pancake on their plates and began to eat. Everyone was still watching them. Ron got up and sat down next to Rachel, who ignored him as he sat down.

"Can I have one?" he asked Hermione.

"Ask her," she replied pointing to Rachel.

"Can I have one?"

Rachel looked up at Ron then at the stack of pancakes in front of her, then back at Ron. "No."

"Why not?"

"Cuz you didn't give me some of your toast and you were mean to my mommy." Everyone laughed. Ron's ears were red. How could he let himself be talked back to by a five-year-old?

"Don't tell me you can eat all of these pancakes."

"Fine, I won't." Ron looked at Hermione.

"I thought you said she could be full quick."

"Well, she has an appetite like her father's," Hermione said. Everyone became more alert in the conversation. Hermione had never mentioned Rachel's father yet.

They were staring at each other then Hermione felt someone sit next to her. It was Harry.

"Hey Rach, can I have a pancake?" he asked.

"Of course, Uncle Harry." She didn't even bother to look up from her plate.

Ginny sat down next to her. "What about me?" she asked.

"You too, Aunt Ginny." She looked up this time and looked at Ginny. She looked sick. She stuck her fork on to the pancake stack and put another pancake on Ginny's plate. "Here, take another one. You look pale." She smiled and Ginny smiled back.

The next few days were the same sa the first. Hermione, Harry, and Ginny were ignored by the Weasleys, the magic community was informed of Voldemort's return, and Snape was a spy for the Order. Since the return of Voldermort was out in the open, Hermione was allowed by the U.S. Ministry to work for the Order. One day, Harry was teaching Rachel how to catch a quaffle.

"Okay, sweetheart, ready to fly up?" Hermione asked Rachel. Rachel nodded and they flew into the air. Rachel sat in front of her mother. Harry was already in the air waiting for them.

"Throw the quaffle, Uncle Harry!" Rachel said. Harry threw it and Hermione moved the broom a little so that Rachel could catch.

"Great job, Rach!" harry said. They continued to play with the quaffle until Harry said, "Okay, babe, can I practice training now?"

"Okay, Uncle Harry," Rachel said sadly. Harry flew towards hermione and Rachel and he kissed Rachel on the cheek. Rachel blushed and Harry released the snitch from his pocket and flew after it. They watched Harry fly around.

"Uncle Harry is my favorite Quidditch player in the entire world," Rachel said.

"Mine too," Hermione commented.

"Oh that's funny. I thought Krum was your favorite," said a voice from behind them. Hermione turned around. Ron was on a broom behind them.

"Can't you give that up, Ron?" Hermione said. Ron didn't reply. "I told you my side of the story and you didn't believe me. And this is how it turned up." Hermione turned back to Rachel and they flew down.

Hermione and Ron continued to bicker. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Soon, it was Christmas holiday.

"So you guys are going to pick up the kids?" Harry asked Fred and George. He was still on speaking terms with them because he helped fund their joke-shop in times of need.

"Oh course. Are we also going to pick up the boy?" George asked.

"What boy?"

"Ron and Hermione's kid," Fred said.

"Oh yeah. Hermione sent him a letter."

Eric opened the letter his mother sent him.

Dear Eric,

            Rachel and I have been in London on business for the past few months. Instead of your Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry picking you up at King's Cross, you Uncles Fred and George are going to pick you and your cousins up. You still remember your uncles right? Well, if you forgot, just stick with your sister. Uncle Fred and Uncle George will be taking you guys to where we are staying. Don't forget to keep stuff about Rachel quiet okay? Only Erin knows about her right? Tell her to keep quiet about Rach too. See you on your holidays! I love you!

Love, Mum

P.S. (in Rachel's scribbles) I can't wait to see you Eric!!!

Eric handed the letter to Erin. She read it over and looked up at him.

"Does this mean we're going to be spending the entire holidays with the family?" she asked.

"Probably," Eric replied.

"Cool!"

"For you. I haven't seen these people in five years!"

"Aww, it'll be okay. Guess what? I finally get to meet Rachel."

"Oh yeah. She'll know who you are. I show her a picture of you all the time."

Eric was nervous about seeing his father's side of the family. He hadn't seen them forever. He hadn't talked to his dad since the divorce. He had seen him at the train station while he was looking for Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry to pick him up. His father and his uncle had talked, but very short words, and they seemed tense.

Eric looked around the common room. Erin wasn't sitting next to him, but talking to one of their other cousins. He remembered his first day at the sorting ceremony. When he was called up, he remembered suddenly seeing a bunch of red-headed kids turn around and look at him. Some had shocked faces, while others looked at him with disgust. Now, his cousins were a bit nicer to him, though they tried to avoid him. He knew they disliked him because of his mum. Because he was raised by his mum. Because he chose to stay with his mum rather than his dad. He didn't care.

The next day he rode the Hogwarts Express in the same compartment with his sister. His best friend had decided to stay at Hogwarts. They got off the train and followed Erin to Uncle Fred and Uncle George. They were surrounded by all the other Weasley cousins.

"Hello Uncle Fred and Uncle George," Erin said.

"Hello dear. Where's you brother?" Fred asked. Erin pointed at him.

"Whoah you've grown," Fred said. Eric didn't reply. He heard one of his older cousins say, "He's coming with us?"

Then he heard his Uncle George say, "Yeah, his mom's staying with us."

He looked towards them and he saw his female cousin look offended.

Great, I'm going to be stuck with a family that dislikes me.