Disclaimer: okay, so this shouldn't be in her but, J.K. ROWELLING JUST FINISHED THE SIXTH BOOK!!!!!!!!!! about freakin time!!!! and as for a real disclaimer I own nothing, and make no money, at this job. wait I do own Krystal and Kerri!! ta-da, that is my short list of things I own.
After getting ready for bed, I went and talked with my mom.
"You ready for bed?" my mom asked me when I arrived.
"Yup," I said, and then added, "Mommy, what happen between you and Ron?"
"You must really want to know; you haven't called me mommy since you were 7," my mom said.
"Well, I think I better hear it from you before I spend time with my dad," I told her.
"We were young, we were in love, and we were both stupid," my mom told me, her voice going up at the end.
"Is that it?" I asked disappointed.
"No," my mom told me. "We eloped and got married. We didn't tell Ron's friends and family, though. We told them we were just engaged, and they tried to talk us out of it, but we didn't listen."
"But why lie?" I asked.
"'Cause, we thought it would be better if the didn't know, but it was just worst," my mom explained.
"But what went wrong? Did Ron really not love you?" I asked.
"No, he loved me, I just I wasn't his first love, Hermione was," my mom told me. "If I had been his first love, I am sure very thing would have worked out fine. But alas, I was the second love who was in a different country, and his fist love was at the same school as him. We thought we could do the whole long distance relationship, but we were wrong."
"Ok, but what made you leave him?" I asked.
"You know Celia?" my mom asked. I nodded and my mom said, "Her husband is a teacher at the school were your dad went, and saw Ron and Hermione kissing. He told me, and then told Celia, who helped comfort me because her husband wasn't good with emotional people."
"Is that why I only met Celia's husband once?" I asked.
"No, he just doesn't like children," my mom told me.
"Hermione?" I asked.
"Ron's first love," my mom said sadly looking at the floor.
"Well, what kind of name is Hermione? What nickname can you get out of it? Herm?" I asked trying to lift my mom's sprits.
My mom laughed, and I asked, "Why did you wait so long to tell him about me?"
"The wizard world uses owls to carry mail, and I didn't know how to get an owl, and they don't have phones," my mom told me. Then she added, "I found out I was pregnant with you a month after we split up, and I figured I would find him when we came here for school."
"Ok, well good night mom," I said, and gave her a hug.
"Good night," my mom told me as I left to go back to my room.
The next morning I woke up around 8 and quickly took a shower and got dressed. It was 8:45 and I went down to the lobby to see my mom had order me some pancakes, and was sitting there with a fruit salad and coffee.
"Good morning, here eat something," my mom said as I sat down next to her.
I was too excited to eat, but I knew my mother wouldn't let me go unless I had some breakfast. I started eating quickly, and every time I heard the door open I looked for my dad.
"He probably won't come through the door," my mom told me.
"How then?" I asked.
My mother thought it over and said, "Floo Powder."
"Which is?" I asked.
"You use it to travel from fireplace to fireplace," my mom informed me.
As soon as she said it I saw my dad emerge from a cloud of ashes and step out of the fireplace.
"Dad," I exclaimed, as I jumped up and ran over to hug him. He was wearing navy blue robes, and had a bag of fudge for me.
"Hi," he said, and gave me the bag of fudge. "Here, your grandmum made you some fudge."
"Do you know how unhealthy that is?" my mom asked.
"Ah, come on Kerri, let her have the fudge," Ron said.
My mom shrugged and I knew that was a yes. She turned to Ron and said, "Just have her back before midnight, alive."
"You have that little faith in me?" Ron asked.
"Yes," my mom said.
"Okay, I'll have her home by midnight, and alive," Ron said.
I turned to my mom and said, "Bye, luv ya."
Then I pulled Ron by his hand outside of the Leakey Cauldron, and let him open the doorway to Diagon Alley.
Once in Diagon Alley, Ron asked, "So, what do you want to do?"
I shrugged, and Ron said, "Do you know how to play Wizard Chess?"
"Is it like muggle chess?" I asked.
"Yes," Ron said with a mischief like smile.
We went into a game shop, and my dad brought a Wizard Chess game set for me. Then we sat at a table outside an ice cream place, with the cones my dad bought for us. My dad showed me how to set up the game and filled me in on the rulers. I didn't tell my dad I had won a local chess competition at my old home, and I just smiled in agreement.
"I'll go easy on you," my dad said.
"Okay, I'll go easy on you too," I said. Then I told him, "My mom told me how to play chess when I was 5."
"Chess champion," my dad bragged.
"Let's play then," I said.
We started playing and I learned how this game was different from muggle chess. The pieces moved with out you touching them, and they attacked each other in a vicious, cruel, primitive manner. I found that fantastic.
After my dad lost his two bishops, a knight, a castle, and a few pawns, I said, "You can stop going easy on me."
"I stopped going easy when I lost both my bishops," my dad told me truthfully.
"So chess champion, getting bet by an almost 11 year old," I told my dad with a smile.
"Almost? When is your birthday?" my dad asked.
"September 9th," I told him, as he lost his last knight.
"Wow, I can't believe it," my dad said. "You seem so much older."
"Yeah, having no real family in a small town tends to do that to you," I said glumly.
"What do you mean?" my dad asked.
"First off," I said, "people in that town knew my mom, and they looked down on her since the whole fire. Also, they looked down on her because she was a teenage mom, and they didn't know she was engaged. People said she was a slut and when she won't tell people who the father was, they said she didn't know which guy it was."
"Oh, I didn't know things were that bad," my dad said quietly.
"You plain didn't know," I told him.
"I whish I did know you," my dad said.
"My mom's fault," I told him.
"My fault too," my dad told me. "I could have written to her after she left, and see how she was doing."
"I guess," I said, unsure. Then with a cry of victory I said, "Checkmate."
"How did that happen?" Ron said, looking at the chessboard.
Back with my mother, George was keeping his promise to me.
"Come on Kerri," George said for the tenth time, "it's just on little dinner."
"That dinner could be the death of me," my mom said. "Your mother hates me remember?"
"So she might want or try to kill you," George joked, "Krystal really wants to go, and isn't it some unwritten rule that grandmothers have to love their grandchildren?"
"Okay," my mom said. Then she added, "But if I get one death threat we are out of there."
"So, how did you and Mom meet?" I asked after my third win.
"At this beach," my dad said, still confused by how well I could play. "My family member had a house down there, and we went there for April holiday. Your mom was there with her dog, who ran out of the water and run up to me."
"Which dog?" I asked, starting a new game with him.
"The fat one K.C.," my dad told me, "but he died before you were born."
"Was it love at first sight?" I asked.
Ron laughed and said, "The truth was, when I first saw your mom I thought nothing. It wasn't until later that night I started falling in love with her."
"What happened?" I asked.
"She took me on an evening swim, even though neither of us had on bathing suits," my dad said, smiling at the memory.
"You didn't skinny dip did you?" I asked, a little scared.
"No," my dad said quickly. "No, she was wearing a tang top, and I had on my shorts, but it was just her willingness to just dive in with clothes on. She didn't care if her clothes got wet, and that's what got me. The other girls I knew would have died if just a drop of water were on their clothes. She was different, she was wild, she was crazy, and she was just what I needed."
"That sounds, somewhat, like my mom," I told him. Then I explained to him, "Mom was the quiet mom who really would be there, but not really be in it, just watch on the side. Of course if something happened, my mom would be in there yelling her head off. I remember one time, I didn't want to be in the school play, the play was talking about how a really family has to have a mom and dad, and they told me I had to. The second I told my mom, she was down at the school, yell about how that play was discriminative toward gay and single parents. She said she was going to sue, and the school dropped the play."
"I see your mom still has her spunky quality about her," he said. "She loved to argue."
"Still does," I told him. "Check mate, you can stop letting me win now."
"Yeah," my dad said sketchily, "I'm letting you win."
I laughed and then a brown wavy hair, with lilac robes came over and sat next to Ron. She kissed him on the check and said, "Hi honey, listen we just got an invitation to your mother's for Saturday night dinner, are you busy?"
"Nope," Ron said. Then he looked at me and said, "Hermione this is Krystal Molly Bailey."
Hermione looked at me with a look of distaste, and I felt a sliver of hatred towards her in my stomach.
"Well, um hi," she said. Then she added, knowing who I really was and asked, "How do you know Ron?"
I stared at her, my hatred growing, and said, "Listen, Hermit, I think we both know who I am so, stop playing dumb. Or maybe you are dumb, and you just slept with all your professors to pass school."
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked hurt.
"Krystal," Ron said shocked.
I just huffed and started walking away. I soon broke into a run, and started crying. I felt like Hermione had ruined everything. My dad with my dad, my chance at a normal family, and because of her, my mom was heartbroken and had stopped been the fun loving person that she was.
I heard Ron call after me, but I just ignored it, and started running back to my mom. I didn't really know where I was going, but I still managed to find my way back to my mom.
My mom was in the lobby reading a newspaper. I ran up to her crying, and my mom took me in her arms and said in a loving tone, "Krystal, whoa, clam down."
"I hate her Mom," I said crying.
"Who?" she asked, stroking my head.
"Hermione," I answered her sobbing harder.
"Why?" my mom asked, looking at me in the eyes.
"She ruined everything!" I told her. "She came and ruined my day with Dad, and she ruined everything between you and dad, if it wasn't for her I would have a normal family."
"Oh, honey," my mom, said pulling me into a hug. "I used to think that too, but it isn't her fault. It's nobody fault, we were just young, and too far apart to keep a good relationship."
"I still don't like her," I said, my sobbing turning into a small whimper.
My mom wiped a tear away from my face and said, "Then let's make a club."
I laughed, and hugged her. Then I told my mom, "I called her Hermit."
"Like the annoying green frog?" my mom asked.
"Yeah," I said nodding my head. It was my mom's turn to laugh.
"That wasn't very nice," my mom said, even though she was laughing, and then she said, "You should probably apologizes for that."
I nodded my head knowing she was right. Then Ron run in looking very worried. He spotted us and come over breathing a sigh of relief.
"Thank god, you're ok," he said, pulling me into a hug.
"Physical," my mom told him.
"Krystal, what were you thinking running off like that?" Ron asked angrily.
"I was thinking that you and Hermione wouldn't want me there, so I left," I told him, with a hint of anger in my voice.
"Krystal," Ron said, his voice calmer now, and he was trying to be understanding, "I want you there, if I had known about you earlier, I would have wanted you then too." You're my daughter, I'll always want you."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, I am," my dad told me. Then he asked, "How would you like to come to a family dinner on Saturday, which is tomorrow?"
I was about to say yes, when my mom put her hand over my mouth. Then she said, "We would love to, but we have plans."
"Um, okay, maybe next time," Ron, told us, sadly.
"So, are you two going to finish your day together?" my mom asked.
"If Krystal wants to," Ron said.
"Um, I think I should apologize to Hermione for being rude," I said.
Ron laughed and asked, "Your idea or your mom's idea?"
"Both," I told him.
"Well, I'll get her," Ron said, then he added, "what is Hermit?"
I was about to tell him, when my mom put her hands over my mouth again, and said, "Oh, it's just the American nickname for Hermione."
As Ron left to get Hermione I gave my mom a look of confusion. My mom smiled and ruffled up my hair and said, "Oh, what Hermione doesn't know can't hurt her."
"What are we doing tomorrow night?" I asked.
"We are going to that dinner, but as George's guest," my mom told me. Then she asked, "Don't you think it would have been odd if Ron brought his ex and his kid to dinner?"
"Yeah, I guess, but-" I started.
"Look, there's Hermione," my mom said pointing at the doorway.
Hermione and Ron came over. I faced Hermione and said, sulkily, "Sorry for being so rude."
"Well, that's ok," Hermione, said, nervously, "So you are Ron's daughter?"
"Yeah, but you know Ron didn't do all the work, my mom did some of it too," I told her.
"I didn't know you existed," Hermione said looking very uncomfortable, and nervous.
"I didn't know you existed," I told her with a smile.
My mom nudged me, and I mumbled, "Sorry."
"Um, well," said Hermione, "I have to go finish something at work. Bye."
She kissed Ron on the check, my stomach turned and I saw my mom angrily shifted her eyes away.
Ron turned to me and asked, "So, what do you want to do know?"
"Um, I think I better, just prepare for school," I told him, and then I head up to the room.
Ron looked at my mom, and she just shrugged and said, "Hey, she's your daughter."
A/N: ok, hi, thanks for reviewing, reviewers!!!!! and to all who don't, you are making me cry! so please review! thanks again!!!