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A few months later, September the nineteenth to be exact,

"Happy Twenty-third Birthday, Hermione!" Harry cheered at her bedside, with a tray of breakfast.

"Harry, shut up, I want to sleep. What are you talking about?" she mumbled.

"Hermione, I made you breakfast, and we've got mail," He said in a sing song voice.

"Mail! Breakfast! Give me a few minutes," and off she was to the bathroom.

"So, what's for breakfast?"

"French Toast and sausage." (Do they eat french toast in G.B? Sausage? Do they call either something different? Let me know if you know, thanks, people'll complain if I don't know or don't ask.)

"Yum! I love french toast."

"I know you do."

After they were finished eating, "So, shall we check the mail?"

"Absolutely!"

They opened the huge box, a bunch of junk mail, and bills, then a letter there jailers, and a... dum dum dum... oh the suspense... a computer.

"Shall we hook it up?" asked Hermione.

"A... I don't know how to hook up a computer, let alone use one."

"Really!? There easy to use, but I've never hooked one up...."

"Gotta be easy to use, if Dudley could, plus he chucked about ten out the window."

"What an idiot! And do you know how expensive a computer is?"

"No, but I have more then enough with all my damn inheritences, Sirius, the Blacks, what was already in my vault, the reward for defeating Voldemort, ugh, and from working as an Auror."

Hermione hooked up the computer with Harry helping any way possible.

"Hey Harry, any games in that box?"

"Yeah, 'ere you go.'

"There's a note with this one!'

"What does it say? What is it?"

"It's a game, and they've already loaded it in and created characters of us! We have to run our family, house, with a duplicate of eachother living with us."

"Really? What's the game?"

"The Sims."

"How do you play?"

"I don't know, I've never played it, I remember seeing commercials on TV, and Advertisements in Muggle magazines."

"Yeah, I think I saw a few ad's as well."

"Shall we find out?"

"Sure, can't hurt."

A few hours later... Hermione's disecting the manual and Harry's setting up his house.

'DING.'

"What's that?"questioned Hermione.

'A surprise!"

'What? What is it?"

A few minutes later he comes out with a birthday cake. "Happy Birthday, Hermy!"

"Don't call me that! But because it's you I won't make you die a horrible death."

"Thank you so much."

"Your so very welcome, plus it'd be wretched, stuck in this room alone."

"I know, that's why we must not kill each other, we'd go insane by ourselves."

It's now the first day of November. "Harry are you trying to make your Sims the Weasley's?"

"No."

"You have six kids! If you said no, you wouldn't have had so many."

"Hey, I lost my first two to Child protective services! Agh! This game is insane! My Son just got sent to military school!"

"Which one?"

"Sirius."

"That's not a surprise."

"Hey! You leave my kids alone!"

"Hey now you can have another kid."

"Your right!"

What'll it's name be?"

"Uh... I don't know, I already used, Lily, James, Ronald, Ginny, Fred, George, Sirius, and Remus."

"Who died again?"

"Uh.. Ginny and James, and Sirius just got sent away."

"Harry, I think we're both a little to into that game, why don't we do something else? How about.... we play Risk?"

"Sure!"

November the second, otherwise, known as the next morning. Ron comes into the room!

"Aww, isn't that sweet, your lying next to a board gamem in a pool of Butterbeer, with the Telwision and berio on."

"Ro- Ron?"both asked.

"Who else would it be?"

"An... ugh... How ya doin warden?"

"Yeah, and why did you send us here?"

"Well, I can't tell you that, but I do have some bad news."

"What!?" they asked at the same time.

"Doug's dead." he said solemnly.

"What! How?"

"A Muggle metal thing that comes out of this contraption, which fires in the back of the head."

"A Gun! Did a Muggle do it?"

"It appears so."

"But why?"

"We don't know, wrong place at the wrong time I guess."

"How's Ginny copeing?"

"Badly, that's why we're letting you out, maybe it'll help her, plus give the rest of us some breaks. Plus, your both Aurors, maybe you can look into it."

"No, we were Aurors."

"What!?"

"We were notified with letters in the package on Harry's birthday."

"That bites!"

"Ahh. You must be Ron!"

"So, Draco's dead..."

"What did you say Harry?"

"So, Doug's dead, is what he said." Hermione answered.

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Hope you all enjoyed, please review, I wanted to put out more, but just don't feel like it at the moment. I'll try to update again Thanksgiving break. Oh and any suggestions are very much apriciated. e-mail them to me at ears91@beethoven.com, or leave them in the review, I have a few vague unconnected idea's about totally different things, so...Thanks.

-ears91