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***************FOUR YEARS LATER***************

"Mommy?" said a little voice.

Hermione Weasley awoke to fin her daughter by her side. She pulled off the covers, picked the little girl up, and put her in bed with her.

"What is it Emma?" Hermione asked the four year old.

"I can't sleep. Can you tell me a story about Daddy?" asked Emma.

A tear came to Hermione's eye as she thought about this. Hermione was married to Ron Weasley. When Hermione was four moths pregnant, Ro n died in a terrible car accident. Every day Hermione longed for him, to see his red hair and his freckled face. Emma was all she had left of Ron, because she looked exactly like him.

Hermione and Emma lived right down the street from the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley was always willing to watch Emma. So were Ginny and Neville, Fred and Angelina, and George and Alicia, who all lived by Hermione. Harry Potter, who was Hermione's best friend besides Ron lived in London, for he was the seeker for the Chuddley Canons. They had not seen each other since Ron's funeral, because of Harry's hectic quidditch schedule. Although quidditch kept them apart, distance surely didn't. They exchanged letters weekly.

"What do you want me to tell you about Daddy?" Hermione asked Emma.

Emma's bright blue eyes were shining. "When you got married!"

Hermione proceeded to tell her about the wedding day, tears shimmering in her eyes.