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Chapter One: Emily
She found out her mom had actually been classmates with the famous Harry Potter, which was so cool! She saw a picture of her mom, Harry, and a red- haired boy in one of her mom's photo albums. They looked as if they were really close friends, with their arms around each other and smiling and all. She saw a picture of her dad too. He looked like he was a really nice person too, but her mom never really talked about him. In fact, she never talked about her past life at all. Or at least, she kept it at a bare minimum.
Emily never pried about her mom's past. Just mentioning Harry Potter's name was enough to bring tears to her eyes. She never knew her dad's name, and she never asked. Her mom was a great mom. They could be like best friends, at times, except for when Emily got into fights at school. Then the 'mother- side' would take over. Emily slouched back into her seat and dozed off.
Hermione glanced over at her daughter and studied her. She looked almost exactly like herself, curly hair, and everything, except for her hair. Her hair was a dark auburn, which she kept short, and usually underneath some kind of hat. Emily's eyes were the same color, but the shape definitely came from George, as did her love of outdoor sports and playing tricks on people. Even though Emily was only 12, she was the same height as her mother already.
"Lee," Hermione whispered, using her nickname for her daughter. "Lee!" Hermione shook her daughter. "Get changed! We're almost there!"
"Fine, fine..." Emily yawned. She grabbed her carry-on and strode over to the bathroom and came out looking completely different in 2 minutes. Emily's hazel eyes were outlined with think black eyeliner, and her lips were glossed. Her curly hair was underneath a black beanie. She was wearing black fishnet stockings underneath dark red cut-off shorts. A fitted I 3 NY shirt was worn over a black long-sleeved shirt was under a custom-made black knitted sweater which remained unbottoned, and a pair of black Chucks completed the ensemble.
"Mom, go change..." Emily nudged gently.
"Going!" Hermione grabbed her carry-on, and changed quickly too. She came out wearing a pair of black, low-riding, flares, an emerald shirt, and a black leather jacket with black Adio shoes. Her short, wild, brown hair was left down. "You look cool Mom!" Emily exclaimed as her mother sat down.
Hermione laughed. "I try, sweetie, I try..."
In a half-hour, they arrived in the airport. Emily started off towards the baggage claim with her carry-on and 2 skateboards in her arms. "Lee! Get over here now!" Hermione hissed. "The Ministry has already had our luggage delivered to our new house!"
"Oh... Can we go shopping then?" Emily said pouting playfully.
Hermione laughed. "That look never works on me, but I suppose we should be buying your school things before it gets too late." Hermione dragged Emily to a bathroom. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the 2 carry-ons and shrunk them. Then she put the miniature bags into a pocket in her jacket, and zipped it up. "Let's go."
Harry, Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George say outside of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for lunch. They met there at least once a week just to be caught up with everything. Harry and Ginny have been married for 12 years and had a 12 year old son named James, after Harry's father. Ron and Luna have been married for 5 years and had a baby on the way. Fred and Angelina have been dating for the past three years, and have been engaged for 4 months. Their wedding is supposed to be in September, Angelina's favorite month because she liked it when all of the leaves were starting to turn yellow and fall. Plus, September meant that a new Quidditch season was starting.
Fred and George still run their joke shop. They opened one in Hogsmeade. They alternate weeks in each shop, and still come up with new, wacky things for Hogwarts students. Luna wrote for the Witch Weekly gossip column. Ron worked in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ginny worked in the Department of International Relations, and Harry was an Auror.
"Mom! Dad!" James called out from a nearby bench. He was sitting with his best friends Thomas and Michael. "Can I have that-"he got cut off by someone on a skateboard nearly crashing into him and fell over. He looked up and saw that person stop, pick up their board, and walk over. Everyone crowded near him asking if he was alright.
"Sorry dude. Are you injured? My mom can fix it, if you are. She's an awesome witch." said a stranger that sounded like they were from America. It was the skateboarder.
"No," James mumbled. He blushed partly because they group of adults near him were embarrassing him, and partly because they were embarrassing him in front of a girl.
Everyone looked up and the stranger and stood. They watched as the girl took off her beanie and shook out her curls.
"Hermione..?" George whispered, disbelievingly. "Is that you?"
"Uh-"the girl began.
"What have you done to your hair?" Ginny squeaked. "It's... red!"
They girl started to look irritated. "Look. First of all, my hair is auburn, not red. Second, my name isn't 'Hermione'. My name is Emily. Hermione is-"she got cut off by her mother's voice.
"EMILY ELIZABETH GRANGER!" Hermione yelled going over to her daughter on her skateboard, expertly stopping herself in front of the group of people and proceeded to scold her daughter. "What did I tell you about going near tables?"
"Hermione-"Harry said weakly.
Hermione ignored him. "You could have killed someone!"
"'Mione-"
"Not even 2 hours in England, and already you're pulling off stunts like this again?! You are so GROUNDED!"
"Hermione-"
Hermione turned to James and looked at him. "Are you hurt?"
"N-no..." James stuttered, afraid of this woman. His head hurt so bad.
"You're lying. I know you are." Hermione pulled James to her and examined his face carefully. "You're bleeding on your head, buddy." She pulled out her wand and gave it a wave. "There!" Hermione grinned putting away her wand. "All better!"
"Hermione..."
"That's my name, don't wear it out," Hermione said tiredly.
"'Mione..." Harry poked at her to see if she was real.
Hermione snapped. She glared at Harry. "Just who the fuck do you think you are? I'm helping the kid that my daughter knocked over, and you started poking me as if I were some kind of stuffed animal!" Her eyes narrowed. "Touch me one more time, and I swear to god I'll rearrange your face." She turned away, and started to go off on her skateboard.
"Hermione," said voice. A familiar voice.
Hermione's head snapped around to look at them. They all looked so familiar. "How do you know my name?" she asked.
"Hermione? It's me... George."
Hermione stood there, shocked. "George?" she whispered softly. She picked up her board and walked over to him. She reached out her hand as if to caress his face, just like how she did so many times, so many years ago.
SMACK!
Hermione slapped him across the face. "Fuck you," she spat. She turned to Emily. "Let's go." And they walked into a grate and yelled "12 London Alley!". In a flicker of a flame, they were gone.
Everyone reeled in shock. They 3 boys had disappeared right after James was healed, so that left the adults standing together, staring at the spot that Hermione had just been a second ago.
"Oh my god," Ginny breathed. "That girl... She was Hermione's daughter?"
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Author's Note: R&R! Give me some ideas for the next chapter!
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