Greg, Michael, Ashton and Michele are Harry Jr, and Haven's cousins. Michael and Greg (2nd years) are Charlie's kids, and Ashton (2nd year) is Fred's son and Michele (3rd year) is Bill's daughter.
Draco Malfoy. Kylier was kneeling over him, muttering things like 'dirty bastard' and 'sick son of a bitch' as she tried to revive him. Hermione and Ron just stood in the doorway. They both knew that Draco had sold his father out to the Ministry and that he was 'dead'. Finally, the blonde man gasped, only to be forcefully picked up by the collar and shoved against the wall by an extremely distraught Kylier.
"Bastard, I told you not to," she hissed. Draco swallowed hard and looked over to Hermione and Ron.
"Weasel and Mudblood, how nice to see you-"
"Finish that sentence and I will kill you myself," Kylier muttered as she threw the floo powder into the fireplace. She grabbed Malfoy's collar as she shouted "The Ministry," and she threw him into the flames. "I'll be back," she said before she stepped through.
Hermione looked at Ron, and he looked at her and they began to laugh.
"Did you see his face?" Hermione asked as she tried to control the laughs.
"Yeah, he's scared to death of ickle Kylier Bennington," Ron responded, sitting down on couch. Hermione walked by, not paying any attention, and tripped, landing in Ron's lap. They both stopped laughing, and just as their lips were about to meet, Molly came downstairs.
"Ron, Hermione, nice of you to be up." Molly said as she walked into the kitchen. She didn't seem to notice their position, because she ruffled Ron's hair as she walked by. Ron blushed as Hermione got up quickly. They followed Molly into the kitchen, and sat down as she began to prepare breakfast. They avoided eye contact.
"Are you staying for breakfast?" Molly asked. She knew that the answer would be yes, but she asked anyway.
"Sure, um, but I have to go home to check the post," Hermione added, "Haven may have sent me something."
At those words, Ron wondered what he would do for Haven. Will I be able to be there? What's my role in her life? How am I going to explain being gone for the most important event in her life?
Breakfast was eaten in silence, everyone thinking the same thing. Haven still didn't know. Finally, after helping Molly clear the table, (only Hermione, Molly and Ron ate, everyone else had left last night, Arthur had worked the late shift, 12 to12) Hermione asked Ron if he wanted to come back with her. After a back breaking hug from Molly, Ron left with her.
Hermione unlocked the door and ran straight to the window where Haven's owl, Beanie, was waiting. Hermione took the letter and motioned for Ron to sit on the couch. She settled down next to him and began to read.
Dear Mum,
Hi, how are you? Would you believe me if I told you I haven't said a single bad word to anyone (except Harry) in the last three days. I can't believe you didn't tell me how amazing this place is. The headmistress, Professor McGonagall, has an impressive hold on all the kids here, including the Slythrins. George told me they are disgusting pieces of dirt that don't deserve to live, and I must admit, George is extremely wise.
"She's always been close to George. Probably because he doesn't have kids, but they've been very close, and frankly, I'm beginning to get worried." Ron chuckled and Hermione continued reading.
You know, every time I walk down the hallway, I see pictures of everyone, including dad. Last night, I used Harry's invisibility cloak to sneak out into hallway to look at his picture. I never really thought I'd miss him so terribly, considering I never knew him and I have so many people to remind me of him, but I do. I was sitting in the hallway, looking at his picture and I realized that I know nothing real about him. Yeah, I know what his favorite foods were and what he looked like, but I realized that I don't know what he sounded like or what he smelled like. I envy Harry. He knows these things about his dad, lucky bloke.
Hermione paused and looked at Ron, who appeared to be very deep in thought. She hadn't realized Haven felt this way. She never really said anything, to her at least. Haven always seemed content with the information everyone supplied about Ron. Hermione continued,
Anyway, my first day here made me feel very small. The Weasleys are famous. Greg, Michael, Ashton and Michele were kind enough to tell me. You and uncle Harry are too. All my cousins, save Harry, are pretty well known. I, obviously, am not. Quidditch tryouts are next month, but, being first-years and all, Harry and I can't tryout. That sucks, but Greg assured us that next year, chances of us making the team are high, because the Seeker and Keeper are both seventh years. Yea!
Ron smiled at that, even though he knew it frightened Hermione to think that her daughter could suffer the injuries like he did while playing.
Well, I have places to go, books to study and toilets to blow up. Just kidding, Fred hasn't sent me the stuff to blow things up yet. Tell him to hurry up with that.
Love, your one and only daughter,
Haven
(And Harry! Haven already has three boys chasing after her, but don't worry, me and Ashton'll keep an eye on her for you! Xoxoxo)
P.S. Tell George I did it, they loved it and it ended up the same.
Hermione continued to re-read the sloppily written letter to herself. She didn't notice Ron get up and stand by the window. She carefully folded the letter, tears in her eyes, and realized Ron wasn't beside her. She saw him standing by the window, looking out, his eyes glazed. It amazed her how much Haven looked like him. She had his eyes and hair, but she also had his nose, chin and smile.
Ron turned his head to look at Hermione. "What?" he asked as she looked at him.
"Nothing," Hermione said as she broke her gaze. She rose quickly, so he wouldn't notice her blushing. It was like being in Hogwarts all over again.
Hi, sorry I haven't updated, but my beta still hasn't emailed me back, and I have a slow mind, it takes awhile for me to think of stuff and I over analyze, and keep ranting and raving.....
Anyways, tell me what ya think, but, be easy, my brain is bruised. Ouch.
