A/N: Hey there everyone! Tammy here. I'm so glad that you all like my chapters. But can I say that I'm very disappointed that I only got two reviews and they were from Insanity-of-the-owl, ThikningOfaName, and Lady Pyrefly. Which by the way, I really appreciate. But what happened to all the other slackers? I try to post these on a regular basis.

Insanity-of-the-owl: Hey there! I'm really glad that you like how I bring in the real characters. But let me let you in on a little secret. You've probably noticed I use people who are already dead, right? Well I also do it in reverse order, Like Priori Incataetum,. And guess what ghost I'm going to use next?

Lady Pyrefly: You're welcome! I'm just really glad to know that you want a happy ending as much as I do.

ThinkingOfaName: You are such a sweet heart. I love you! You should send me some of your stories so that I could read it. And I'm so glad you like all of my ideas and the whole "Cedric coming back as a ghost."

And to anyone who is kind enough to read my story, you can send me some of your stories to read. Just as long as it's not rated 'R' because I really don't like those fics. I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

And now we're going to move on.

Chapter 4: Hermione's house

They appeared in front of an old Victorian house. The paint was chipped and the shudders were hanging ever so loosely on the side of the house. Ron had the feeling that this was not a very welcoming neighborhood. He looked through the frosty glass around the edges of the window, where he found a small bushy-haired buck-toothed-girl that he assumed must be Hermione herself.

Even then she looked as cute as she did now. Wait a second. What am I thinking? Ron thought a little grossed out that he would possibly thinking of his bestfriend as more than a friend did. Maybe all of this stuff was working. With the whole spirit thing and showing him past memories of both him and Hermione. Perhaps, Ron really did have more than friendly feelings for Hermione. He may have had it since he first came to Hogwarts just before first years, when they met on the train. But the thing was that he was too scared of getting the harshest rejection that has ever been thought of.

Hermione was sitting in the den of her house holding a baby boy on her lap and supporting the delicate little head of a tiny baby boy. Her parents were watching their precious daughter with sparkles in their eyes.

But this was impossible; Hermione never had any siblings. He was so sure of that. At least that's what Ron believed. He had never even asked Hermione if she had any siblings and thought that the more he thought about it the less he knew about Hermione herself.

After a moment of watching the tender baby in Hermione's arms, Ron asked, "Hey Cedric?" Cedric turned his gaze to Ron to show that he had his undivided attention. "Why didn't Hermione ever tell me that she had a baby brother?"

"That is because Hermione's brother died shortly after this. I'm afraid that the cause of his death was tuberculosis, which is a major disease. But after he died Hermione vowed never to talk to anyone about it. She was so heart broken by this sudden loss that she cried for it for weeks to come. And yet she still cries about it. I'm afraid she never really has gotten over it."

Ron continued to watch as Hermione joyfully ripped apart present after present. He was so entranced by her general beauty even as a kid? Yet he would never admit it. At least not yet anyway.

"That year Hermione had a horrible Christmas." Continued Cedric. "But she knew that he was dying even then. All of this happiness is just an act she was putting on even then. Her parents tried so hard to keep it from her but she was too smart. They didn't know she knew until after he died."

For the first time ever Ron knew that Hermione wasn't perfect like he believed to be. But she too had suffered a great deal as much as any normal person, muggle or wizard.

"I just have one question!" Cedric turned yet again to look Ron in the eye. "What did they name the baby?"

Without any hesitation what so ever Cedric replied, "his name… was Menalaus."

Ron smiled mischievously, "I always did think her parents came up with the craziest names." Cedric just smiled but remained silent. "I'm ready to go home now.

A/N: That's all for now! If you can guess what mythological story that is, and then your house will receive fifty points. But if you guess wrong then you get squat. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH (cough cough! Hair ball). Please Review. I'll still love you if you don't! But I'll love you even more if you do! Happy Holidays!!!