Thank you to Leowyn Evangolen for her review. I am glad you liked the story and I am sorry that you felt bad about Ron's death. I myself cried a little when I wrote it. Ron was one of my favorite characters as well.

Serina was nervous. She was about to teach a bunch of witches and wizards about muggles. Besides that, she had a strange feeling about this building, almost like something was familiar about it.

The thought was thrown out the window when her students began to arrive. She was teaching Gryffindor students now. She had some Slytherin students prior to lunch and seemed surprised at how familiar they seemed. Something about them, the way they acted.

"Welcome to Muggle Studies," Serina said. Once again the students stared at her with wide eyes.

"Okay, that is the third time a class has looked at me like that. Would anyone like to illuminate as to why?"

Hermione stood up and looked straight at Serina. "I think that is because you aren't dressed like other professors. You're dressed like a…muggle."

Serina looked at her outfit, a pair of black slacks and a white blouse with a black jacket over it. She smiled.

"I guess that I should explain. I am not a witch I'm a muggle. I was invited to teach Muggle Studies because I have lived in the muggle world all my life. I am quite qualified to teach this class."

The class was stunned into silence. The same question running through everyone's mind, "a muggle?"

Serina sighed and sat on her desk, facing the class. "I am sure you all have questions, and I would be happy to answer any questions you might have."

Hermione, always on the quest for knowledge, stood up. "How did you get a job at a wizard school when you are a muggle? Surely there are rules about this."

Serina smiled. "I expected such a question. What is your name?" "Hermione Granger."

"Well," Serina said hopping off her desk and walking toward her, "my daughter, Professor Connor, was offered a job by Dumbledore. When she discovered that he was also in search for a Muggle Studies professor, she asked him if I could teach, being a muggle myself. I guess it intrigued him, considering that my daughter is quite sneaky and conniving, and so I was offered a job and I accepted."

The class continued with several students asking questions about Serina, and she answered then all, except one.

It was near the end of class and everyone was looking over something in their books when Hermione raised her hand. Serina nodded and Hermione stood.

"I have another question. I understand that your daughter is gifted with Wellsgardo, a rare mind-control power gifted only to witches. In all my readings it has only been present in pureblood witches. I was curious as to how a muggle-born could come about this power unless her father was a powerful wizard?"

Serina's smile faded. "I think that is the end of class today. Please prepare a three-page essay about muggle beginnings. It will be due next week. Dismissed."

After the student's left, Serina sat in her chair. Tears slowly entering her eyes as the memories of Molly's father rushed back to her.

FLASHBACK

The table was set. Flowers and candles were everywhere as an eighteen-year-old Serina rushed about dressed in a long black gown.

"Tonight I'll tell him," she thought. A smile graced her face as she quickly rushed to the kitchen to check on dinner.

She was making his favorite, spaghetti and hand-rolled meatballs with her homemade sauce and fresh garlic bread.

Only the candles brightened the room as she wandered over to the stereo and started playing some Beethoven, his favorite composer.

"Tonight he is going to know just how much he means to me." She thought with a smile. She glanced up at the clock. "Five minutes to ten. He should be here soon."

Serina placed the spaghetti on the table and sat waiting for him to knock on her door. The time passed and still there was no knock on her door. Suddenly a loud tapping came from her window. She turned to see a large brown owl pecking at the window.

She opened the window and noticed something on the owl's leg. She picked took it off and gave the bird some bread. The bird accepted it and flew away.

"How strange," she thought. She opened the paper that was on the bird's leg. It was a note.

Forget about me and everything I ever said to you.

You mean nothing to me and I never want to see you again.

You are nothing more than a muggle whore and that is all you will ever be.

Serina fell to the floor and let all the tears fall. She crumbled the paper up and threw it across the room, her heart breaking into a million pieces. She fell to sleep there on the floor from exhaustion from crying.

When she awoke she made two decisions.

"I can't stay in London anymore, I will move to America and start over. I will not allow anyone to get too close again. Never again."

She left England at the end of the week and moved to America, just her and her unborn child.

END FLASHBACK

Serina looked up as her daughter walked into her classroom.

"Mom, are you okay?" Serina nodded. "I'm fine. Just being back in England after all these years. It reminds me of your father."

Molly rushed up and held her mother close. "Don't think about that bastard anymore. He did the cowardly thing and left you. Don't cry over him anymore. Come on, let's go to dinner."

Serina nodded and wiped her cheeks clear of tears. Molly smiled and preformed a simple spell on her mother to make her appear like she hadn't cried at all.

"Thank you," Serina said hugging her daughter close.

Molly smiled. "Come on and let's get some grub, I'm starved."

Serina laughed and followed her daughter out of the empty classroom and toward the Great Hall.

If you haven't figured it out by now, then it will be quite interesting to see how you react in the next chapter. I hope everyone is enjoying this story. Please read and review. This may sound a little crazy, but I am a crazy person by nature so it all makes sense to me.