A/N: I own nothing I don't even think I own this message. I only own Christine and Casey. But really I am not making a profit from this so there is no real use of doing this message is there? Any way if you are one of the few people who read this message please review or else I'll forget to update.

A little thing called

Chapter one

A little thing called self worth

Hermione Granger sighed as she looked out a stormy window. Tears ran down her face like they always did when it rained. It reminded her of one of the worst days of her life. She ran her fingers through her bushy brown hair and rubbed her brown eyes. It wasn't that late, but it felt like she hadn't slept in days. Out of her window she could see the beach. With the storm howling around the palm trees and making the normal clam beach chop and the white foam washed up in the wet sand.

Hermione closed her eyes for only a second. Just for a second of peace a second of forgetting. Forgetting everything that had happened to her, forgetting were she was and who she was.

She was a friend, a hard worker and a single mum.

Hermione Granger did the most stupid thing anyone could do. She gave someone her trust, her heart and her body. What did she get in return? Pain, suffering her little thirteen-year-old girl.

Casey. She was beautiful, smart and quick whited. She had beautiful bushy ruby red hair dark brown eyes and the cheekiest smile with the whitest teeth. Casey only knew very little about her father. A picture that Hermione gave to her on her fifth birthday, and the stories, which were mostly fake from their room mate/Friend/savour Christine Madden.

Christine was an adopted family member of the Granger family. When Hermione moved to Australia Christine was the only person who wouldn't except any money from Hermione until she had Casey and until she had enough to set up Casey's future and Hermione's own. Christine cared for Casey like she was her own child, well she was the god mother so she had to do something. Christine was a magical lawyer so money was never a problem. Christine had long brown hair and hazel eyes. Hermione always felt a little guilty for imposing on Christine, cause Hermione always felt that if Casey and herself weren't their, Christine would be married and having her own children not taking care of a child that the father didn't even know existed. When ever Hermione said anything about it, Christine would always say that she would be dead or really fat cause the only thing she can do in the kitchen is order pizza.

"Ok Granger. I don't care if you are PMSing or your just having a bad day but no one cries on my movie night." Said Christine as she pulled Hermione away from the window.

"It's not that Christine."

"Then what the bloody hell is it?"

"Well...um...I've been offered a promotion."

"Oh Jesus I can see why your so upset. I mean getting payed more is always a problem." She said sarcastically.

"It's in England." Replied Hermione slouching into a chair.

"Near the Devil lair."

"Yeah." She responded with a slight smile at Christine's joke. "But I don't know what to do I've worked so hard for it. And now I've got it, I don't know what to do. I can move in with my parents but I'm going to have to move Casey out of school and in to Hogwarts, I just don't know."

"And also you going to miss me right?"

"Yeah I don't what I'll do with out you."

"Well you don't need to worry. I want to open up a privet legal office where better than in England."

"But what about Casey?"

"What about Casey?" Asked Casey as she walked in to the living room.

"Your wonderful mother has got a promotion in England, London to be exact."

"Wow. So am I leaving my school?"

Hermione nodded at her child.

"Great I hate it there."

"Told you. Now everyone is happy." Said Christine as she walked to the door and grabbed the pizza box from the lovesick teenager who was infatuated with Hermione and Christine.

"Thanks Brian." Responded Christine handing him over the money.

"It's Ryan." He replied looking glum.

Christine looked at his name tag.

"So it is. Thanks anyway."

He opened his mouth to say something but she shut the door in his face.

"Your mean Aunty Christine." Laughed Casey.

"Well you know. It is my job." She smiled.

"Hey boss." Greeted Christine as she walked in to her Bosses office.

On the walls were pictures of his wife. The dirty slut who had slept with every male member of the staff from QC to the Coffee boy.

Vincent knew this but for some stupid reason he stayed by her side. He has quite hansom with his black hair and grey eyes and very well built body.

Vincent got up and walked and shut the door behind her.

"Yes" he whispered into her ear. "What did you want to speak to me about?"

"Well...umm..."

Vincent held her hand and lead her to a chair and sat her down.

He sat on the table looking right at her.

"You look very beautiful today." He said running his fingers through her hair.

"Oh Vin." Christine moaned, she left herself leaning in.

He started to kiss her, it took a while before Christine's lips reacted.

Vincent pulled her into his lap, his lips travelled down her neck as he started to unbutton her top.

"Shit." She muttered as she pushed him away.

"What? Come on. You know I like you." He said walking over to her.

"No, Ok. You are married."

"So it's not like she's obeying our vowels."

"So. Don't bring me into this. I hate cheaters ok. And you just made me part of this cheating world."

"I think you kissed me back."

"No. I didn't I was trying to push you away with my lips. It's not my fault if you thought I was kissing you back."

Vincent turned his back to her. "What do you want."

"I wanted to hand in my resignation."

"What?"

"It's a paper thingy giving you notices saying that I will be leaving."

"When?"

"Two days."

"I need 10 weeks notice."

"Then I am taking ten weeks leave. See I have worked it all out."

Hermione picked up the last box and looked out of her bed room window.

"No second thought, Mum. This is for the better. A change. Is very good. And who knows you might meet Mr Right." Said Casey grapping her mums hand and giving her a smile.

Hermione smiled she never had been in love since she had Casey. Casey's father hurt her badly, not psychically but emotionally.

"Yeah, who knows?" Responded Hermione as she walked into the kitchen, "Christine might even find Mr Right."

Christine lifted her head.

"There is more chance of seeing flying Elephants than that." Christine Joked. "Now my little ones ready?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and stepped into the fireplace.

"Lets go home." She said smiling. Hermione grabbed a hand full of Floo powder.

Fred Weasley stood stacking the shelves at WWW. He rested his head against the wall. He hated his family, to be more exact he hated Ron and Ginny. They should have been in Slytherin. They were monsters. He had lost everything that meant something to him because of those little critters. Those little brats.

He ran his freckled hand through his red mess of hair. Fred wasn't as happy as he used to be. He had grown up a lot since 'the incident' thirteen years ago. He no longer looked exactly like his twin. Fred's hair had grown and he started to get natural dark red streaks through it. He brown eyes now looked almost black, all because of her. When she left he couldn't eat and sleep, he couldn't be bothered to get a haircut he couldn't be bothered to do anything. It took a long time before he could be the same room as Ron or Ginny but soon he could stand it. He started to work out in the gym. But inside of him he felt like something was back, right where it should be. Fred shook the feeling when the door opened.

"Now lets be quick, I promised your mother that I wouldn't let you be exposed to any of this...really cool stuff." Said a woman looking at the shelves of 'Extendable ears.'

"You dragged me here. I wanted to go to the book shop." Pouted the girl.

"Book? What have books ever done for anyone? Now these could be used on spying." The woman held up some 'Extendable Eyes'. "Anyway your too much like your mother. I told her not to read to you in the womb. But did she listen? No. She read you Hogwarts: A history volume one, two, three, gold, palatum and Standard book of spells—"

"I get the point." Said the girl smiling as she ran her fingers across the spines of each box. "Anyway you are a lawyer you should be into books as well."

"Correction missy. I could use these to listen in on bord meetings and other low lawyer stuff."

The girl started to laugh.

Fred looked at George who was behind the counter. George nodded and he swapped places with Fred.

"How may I help you?" Asked George politely.

The woman looked up and saw George.

Fred might have changed but George hadn't.

She clenched her fist.

SMACK.

Her fist connected with his face.

Casey looked at her Aunty then at the red head man laying on the ground.

"What did you do that for?" Casey asked frantically. "Do you even know who how he is."

"That's what I was going to ask." Said Fred running to his brothers eyes.

Christine didn't answer, she just glaired at George's body, when her eyes caught site of his name tag.

"Shit sorry." Christine pulled out her wand. "I thought he was someone else. Let me heal him."

"No I'll do it." Fred said in a tired way.

Fred muttered a spell and George sat up straight away.

"Sorry." Apologised Christine helping George to his feet.

George looked at Christine.

"George Weasley." George stuck out his hand.

"Christine Madden." Christine didn't shake his hand though, because Casey had just clicked why her Aunty had just hit that man.

"I better be going." She grabbed Casey's arm and lead her out of the shop.

"How about we go out for dinner sometime?" Asked George with a Weasley smile.

"Do you want to be hit again?" Christine called out looking over her shoulder.

"No not really." Muttered George.

When the door shut, George turned to Fred.

"I bet she thought I was you."

"Why would she want to hit me?"

"I don't know have you had a one night stand with anyone lately, that could result in you becoming a dad?"

"I haven't been with anyone since Hermione."

"Yeah well I know you love her and everything, but that is really sick. Thirteen years. Mate your really sick."

"Shut up."

"Touchy. Mate you really need to get laid."

"And you just got knocked out by a girl."

"So. At least it made you smile. You haven't had a real smile in years."

"Yeah well..."

"Yeah I get you."

"You did what?" Screamed Hermione.

"Punched George Weasley. But Hermione I thought he was you-know-who."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Mum. I want to see if I can find my dad." Said Casey. "I am twelve and I need to know my father. Christine can only be a father figure for so long."

Silence.

"I have a big family that I want to know."

Hermione looked Christine for support.

Christine turned to Casey.

"It might not be what you expect." She warned. "He might have a wife and kids. He might not want to know you."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"I need to know him."

"Why?" Asked Hermione.

"Because...I want a father. I want to be able to celebrate fathers day."

Hermione sat down.

"I want to find him, please let me find my father."

"Casey..." Started Christine. "I grew up with a single mother. And I went to find my dad he didn't want me and it really hurt. I understand that you want to see him. Really I do. But if you think your old enough to do it, if you think you can cope with it all then, if it's alright with your mother, I'll help you track him down."

Casey looked at her mother with hopeful eyes.

Hermione looked at her feet then up at her daughter. She was going to regret her decision.

"Fine."

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Love you.

Chris-black