Chapter 2: Coming Back

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:-:-:-:-: 12 Years Later :-:-:-:-:

Kelly Richmond walked with her 10-year-old daughter to the limo, the only thing left of her husband, waiting for them.

Her husband was in Australia when a car hit the billionaire, Ryan Richmond, three days ago, and now Kelly was leaving his funeral. She and her daughter, Trish, climbed into the limo, dressed in black. Once they got inside, Trish broke out into sobs.

Kelly comforted Trish as they rode back to their mansion. Kelly was 29 years old and beautiful in every way. She had lovely curly hair that was a deep brown in color, piecing brown eyes, and ruby red lips. And, of course, a wonder figure that every girl wanted. And to top that off, she was a model: the model that was voted Sexist Woman of 2009.

Kelly's daughter, Trish, was soon to be 11 in two months. She had straight blonde hair and green eyes. All like her father. But she had her mother's lips and Trish hoped for her mother's figure too.

They pulled into the mansion and got out of the vehicle. Kelly dried Trish tear-filled eyes. They were welcomed sadly into their mansion by all their maids and butlers.

"Miss Richmond," said one of the butlers, "you have an important letter here. According to the address, it came from London, England."

Kelly's eyes widened and she grabbed the letter. She rushed up to her bedroom, leaving the sad girl behind her. Trish didn't like this much, and she decided to follow and snoop. As soon as Kelly reached her bedroom, she plopped onto her bed and ripped the envelope open.

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My Dearest Hermione,

It's been so long since I last talked/wrote to you. What was it? 10 years ago! I kept your promise and have told no one where you've gone, even though Harry and Ron almost killed themselves when I wouldn't tell them. They miss you, hun.

Anyway, there's a reason why I wrote this to you. You see, I have not forgotten what you told me: only contact you if something happens to me, and well, hun, something happened.

I've come down with cancer.

Since your father died a long time ago (A/N: he died in her 6th Year), I need you to come and take me out of this joint. And, well, here's the really bad news: the doctors say I have less then four months to live. I know it's only May, but if you could come and be with me for my last four months, I couldn't express my gratitude enough.

I miss you, and please come. I promise won't tell anyone that you're coming here, my 'Mione. I just want you here for my last four months.

Love always,

Mum

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Kelly cried and cried. Not now, she just couldn't handle any more death. Just then, the door opened and Trish walked in from her eavesdropping spot.

"Mom, what happened?" Trish asked, concerned.

"We're going to London, England, Trish," Kelly said as she wiped her tears. Pack your bags for five months."

"Mom," Trish cried, "I have school still! And why?"

"I SAID NOW!" Kelly yelled. Trish jumped up and ran out of the room and told the maid not to bother her mum. She was crazy, and, Trish told her, they were going to London!

Trish called Ruth, her personal maid, and ordered her to pack her clothes while she called all of her friends to tell them that she would not be in school for the rest of the year because she was moving to the one place where she had never been.

Her father and mother traveled all over the world, due to their jobs, since Trish's mom was a model and her dad, Ryan, was always so busy (but Trish never knew what his occupation was).

That's when things started coming back to her.

Her father was no longer alive, but now rested six feet under. Trish started to cry again, Ruth comforting her. A while later, the crying was over (Trish's tears had run out) and the packing was done.

Trish and Kelly left that night, and Kelly told everyone who worked for her that they would be back in five months. She gave them all the information on how to reach her. They then got on their personal jet and flew to London, England.

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Kelly and Trish arrived in London.

They gathered their bags and Kelly signed a few photos of herself for girls who wanted her signature. When their limo arrived, Kelly told the driver to take them to London General Hospital (A/N: Sorry, I don't know what any hospital names are in London, so I'm just taking a guess). When they got there, Kelly and her daughter stepped into the hospital lobby.

"Hello," Kelly said to the secretary. "I am here to see Anna Granger."

"Floor 4, Room 467..." the secretary started. "Wait a minute! You're Kelly Richmond! The model billionaire! Oh, I heard about your husband, what a shame! May I ask why you are seeing Miss Granger?"

"Friend of family," Kelly replied and grabbed Trish before the nutty desk person could ask any questions. She inwardly thanked her, though, for forgetting that no children were allowed in the patient's room.

"Mom, why are we here?" Trish complained while they walked out of the elevator on the fourth floor. "In a hospital? They're so dirty and full of sick people!"

"Shush, Trish," Kelly hushed as they got to Room 467. "Please, this is hard enough already." Kelly opened the door and saw her sick mother in bed.

"Can I help you, Miss?" Anna Granger asked. "Are you lost?"

"Mom, it's me!" Kelly said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Hermionemy 'Mione! My 'Mione came to see me! And who's this charming young lady?" Anna looked at her granddaughter, although she didn't know it at the time.

"My daughter, Trish," Kelly said, gripping her daughter's shoulder before she ran and hugged her weak mum.

"Mum," Trish stared at her mother, still standing in the doorway. "Why did that sick old lady call you Hermione? Your name is Kelly!"

"Sit down, Trish, but close the door first," Kelly said. Trish did as she was told.

"Ok, Mum," started Kelly, "and Trish, you as well. I changed my name when I left. I changed it to Kelly Corbett. I didn't want Ron or Harry to find me. And Trish, you see, that old lady is my mum. And, well, she called me Hermione because that's my real name. Before I changed it to Kelly."

"Ok, then" Trish nodded nervously. This news was shocking, of course, but she didn't see the big deal of it all. And she had a grandmother! Nice bargain.

"Wow, 'Mione," Anna said, "or should I say Kelly, since I don't want to blow your cover. I'm sorry."

"Why, Mum?" Kelly asked, confused.

"Because I just read about your husband and how he died four days ago," Anna said. "And how I dragged you out here right after his death. I'm sorry, babe."

"Don't worry, Mum," Kelly said. "It's ok. Seeing you cheers me up a lot."

"So, 'Mion-Kelly. I see you're a model and a mother, plus a billionaire. Way to go!" Anna smiled.

"Yeah, Mum," Kelly smile back as she went to fill out the forms for her sickly mother to get her out of the hospital. "Now, let's get you out of here fast. Then we can catch up some more"