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.

Warning: This chapter deals with really tough issues. Like rape. It doesn't describe it. IT only mentions it. If you don't like do read thanks.

A little thing called

Chapter eleven

A little thing called unexpected

Remus sat down and looked at his old friend. Being a werewolf had it's benefits but this, he didn't know if it was good or bad. If it would bring his daughter and her fiancé closer or rip them apart.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded as he started to pick a hole in the table.

"You have to tell her."

"How? She doesn't even speak to me."

Sirius looked up at the werewolf.

"And who's fault is that?"

Remus looked at the slowly forming hole.

"I know it's my fault. I whish I could just, make it up to her."

Sirius stood.

"Maybe you should drop the whole I'm a werewolf thing and stop thinking about your self and help your daughter through this. It's going to be hard on her."

Hermione rolled over and saw Fred's soft body. They say absents makes the heart grow stronger, and it also makes the sex a hell of a lot better. But that's not the saying.

It was like her first time except it didn't hurt and it wasn't embarrassing and much more enjoyable.

Hermione stroked the side of his face not trying to wake him. He looked so peaceful.

It wasn't long until his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning sunshine." He chimed pulling her into a hug. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"It never is." She responded kissing him on the tip of his nose.

"Oh my ego it's hurt. Please snog it better." He said clutching his heart with his hands.

"I'm kidding. I missed this."

Fred ran his hand up her smooth white legs.

"I missed this too. So much. More than anything in the world."

"MUM! DAD! WAKE UP! WHY IS THIS DOOR LOCKED? OH I GET IT! YOU SICK PEOPLE THAT I CALL PARENTS. GET UP NOW." Shouted Casey banging on the door. "FEED ME!"

"Feed yourself." Fred called back with a hint of laughter as he watched Hermione getting up and pulling her clothes on.

"Get dressed." She mouthed to Fred who gave her puppy dog eyes.

Fred jumped on the bed and wiggled his naked bum in her face.

Suddenly a blast of cold water hit him. He turned around to see Hermione pointing her wand at him.

"Hay!?" He pouted as he pulled on his pants.

"How else do you think I got your daughter out of bed everyday before she went to school."

"My daughter? Yes she is a lot like me. Charming, witty and she had every member of the opposite sex after her."

Hermione raised her eye brows.

"No, I don't think so."

"I got you." He said with a perfect smile and a flick of his hair. "Didn't I. I won your heart."

"No I just gave up fighting." Said Hermione rolled her eyes and walking away from her love.

Christine felt sick, maybe it was the upcoming Healers appointment, or it could be something she ate yesterday or it could be…

'No. It's impossible. George has put all of these thoughts in my mind. Now I'll find out the cancer is back. Yay just my luck.' Thought Christine as she slowly sat up.

Her throat begin to feel hot and sticky. Sweat began to form on her forehead. Christine knew this feeling, she had to live with it everyday when she was fifteen.

She covered her mouth with her hand and ran into the bathroom. Lifting up the toilet seat (It had taken Christine a long time to teach George to put the seat down after each use). Bile escaped her mouth.

Christine took a breath as she grabbed a tissue and dapped the sides of her mouth.

Then the feeling started again. She got her self into position ready to lose everything she had eaten in the past twenty-four hours. Then when Christine was emptying her stomach she felt two hands pulling back her hair.

The warm bile escaped her mouth again.

She sat up. Her face was white and her eyes looked glassed over.

"Are you ok?" Asked George. "I mean I know you're not Ok. I'm just asking if you'll be alright."

"I don't know." She sobbed as George wrapped his arms around her.

George went to kiss her on the top of her head but she pulled away. So he sat next to her. Her eyes changed from the glazed over to the depths of sadness. He hated to see her like this. He felt so hopeless.

George rubbed his thumb over the ring he gave her.

"George." She cried as she grabbed hold of his arm. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I better get ready." She said dismissing his question.

After much debate Christine told George that she was going to the healers alone. She left with a small Pop.

George stood there, his eyes fixated on where his fiancé once stood.

'Why doesn't she want me with her? I'm meant to be with her. I'm meant to share her problems. Why? Why is she pushing me away?' Thought George running his fingers through his red hair. He needed to talk to someone who knew her.

He couldn't talk to Hermione, she would worry, as Hermione does best.

Sirius…no.

Remus when has he cared about her?

George was at a dead end. So he decided to visit his older brother Charlie.

Grabbing his wand he Apperated to his brothers place.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Fred's and Casey's conversation. They were talking about pranks and how to execute them with out getting court.

"Remember Casey, school work—"

"Comes first, yeah I know mum. But it unlike you did other things besides school work."

Hermione looked at her daughter.

"They were different times."

"Yeah the stone age."

"Hay I'm older than your mum."

Knock, knock.

Fred got up with out a word and swang the door open.

There stood Christine. Droplets ran down her cheeks.

"What did George do?"

She shook her head not saying a word.

"Did my mum do something?"

Once again she shook her head.

"Did any member of my family do anything?"

"I just want to see Hermione." She wept rubbing her eyes.

Hermione stood and walked towards her.

"I need your help." She whimpered and Hermione held her.

Hermione shut the door behind her.

"What's wrong?"

Flashback!

Christine sat in the waiting room. The white walls surrounded her. In front of her were two little boys, no older than two, wearing matching blue pants and light blue shirts with dark navy blue boats on the colour and sleeves. One of them had sandy blond hair and piercing blue eyes, while the other had a mop of tight curly red heir and soft brown eyes. Their mother watched them with a hawk like glair, her hand was place over a little bump which was her stomach, she was pregnant. The two little boys played with the magic building blocks.

Christine looked at her feet. Nerves started to set in. Truth be told she was bloody nerves before she even left the house. She didn't want George to be with her. She didn't want to see his reaction when the bad news hit him. Christine told herself when she was told that she had cancer again she was going to leave George. He deserved a life, one carefree one. That's why she thought he asked her to marry him. Because they would never have children not a problem with in-laws. It would be just the two of them.

"Miss Christine Madden." Called out the snotty Med-witch.

She stood hating Healers and the news they will tell her.

Christine walked down the long corridor to the last door on the right with black name painted on it. 'Healer Steven Thai.'

She stepped inside the smell of latex gloves hit her like a punch. It was clear to her that this Healer liked to do some things the muggle way.

"Take a seat Miss Madden."

Christine sat with out saying anything.

"So Miss Madden, how are you today?" (AN I hate it when Doctor ask how you are. I hate it. It's like it's a test to see if your faking a sickie.)

"I'm seeing a healer, how do you think I am?" She snapped.

He closed her file and looked at her.

"Well I'm seeing your not up for a check up for your cancer for an other three years. So it can't be that. What's wrong?"

Christine explained her symptoms and when she finished she looked at him. Like she expected he did the spell to check if the treatment that she use to have had found cancer cells and were fighting them off.

"Interesting." He muttered to himself. Then he preformed another two spells.

He looked at her with a warm smile.

"I believe a congratulations is in order."

Christine twisted her engagement ring.

"Thanks." She muttered.

"No not that." He responded. "I can tell you that you don't have cancer. To be exact you're a miracle. Your pregnant."

Christine looked at the Healer.

"You must be kidding. I was told—"

"Well I know but it looks like you've beaten it. Your luck has changed."

The healer wrote down her results.

"You might want to send a copy if this to your old healer they might want to keep this on record."

"Yeah, yeah what ever." Came the response.

Christine stood and walked out of the room.

Her world as she knew it changed.

She had lost control.

Once again everything was out of her hands and she needed to put it right again.

Christine Apparated to George's and her apartment. Her heart was rasing one hundred miles per an hour.

'I have to do this.' She thought to her self. 'George deserves to live a carefree life. One with out me.'

Christine walked into her bedroom. Tears pricked in her eyes, she really didn't want to leave. But she had to. It was George's own good.

After putting some clothes in a bag she walked over to the fridge, it was the first place George always went to when he got home. So she pined the results on the fridge and started to write a note.

Dearest George,

I'm sorry that I have to write this letter, but it's for your own good. The thing is you deserve, nah should have better than me. You deserve a carefree life one with out our unborn child and me…

You have been there for me this past month and that I have been forever grateful but you need more, I have nothing to offer you. My cancer might come back. Knowing my luck I'll end up losing it. George I love you with all my heart, that's why I'm doing this. It's for the best. I'm so sorry. But I can let you have a bad life because of me. I want you to be happy.

Please be happy George.

Please forget me.

It will be for the best.

I love you.

I'm so sorry.

Christine Madden.

P.S Hermione will get the rest of my stuff.

P.P.S I have to give this back to you.

Christine pulled off her ring and placed it next to the tear stained note.

She grabbed her bag.

"Bye George." She whispered, before she Apparated away.

END OF FLASHBACK!

"Your left George. But…"

"Hermione don't. Ok." Tears were in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around her. "Good bye Hermione. Thank you."

"No you cant go. Who will help you? Who will take care of you and your baby?" Questioned Hermione trying to get her to stay.

"Hermione, I always land on me feet." She sobbed before she left her best friend.

Hermione looked at her friend disappearing from her life. She turned to the door painting and opened it.

"Mum?"

"Hermione? What happened?"

"She left." Sobbed Hermione as let the sliver tears ran down her face.

"She left George? As in my brother? As in my twin brother?" Asked Fred looking angry.

"I know."

Casey jumped up from her seat and hugged her mother.

"It's Ok. Christine will be fine."

"Oh Casey."

George ruffled his nephews hair and left his older and brother and went back to Apartment.

George opened the green painted door with the old numbers on it. As soon as he stepped in the room it felt cold, heartless.

"CHRISTINE! I'M HOME!" He called out as he walked over to the fridge. "Where's dinner woman." George laughed at his own joke.

The fact that Christine pulled away from him that morning still fresh in his mind.

"Christine?"

There on the fridge door had a yellow folder he pulled it off the magnetic clip. He opened the folder and read it.

He was going to be a dad.

A smiled reached his lips as all of his dreams were coming true.

But then something caught his eye.

A sparkle.

He turned and saw the engagement ring he had given Christine.

He stepped closer to it.

'Why wasn't she wearing my ring?' He thought as the smile quickly faded.

He picked up the note and read it.

Tears pricked in his eyes.

"The hell she is." He muttered to him self angrily. "I'm not letting her leave."

Clutching his wand in his hand he walked over to the fireplace. It wasn't long until he was at Hermione and Fred's place.

"Uncle George." Chimed Casey.

He gave her a small smile, but everyone in the room could tell that he wasn't here for a chat.

"Where is she?" He said choking back the tears.

Hermione gave him a sympathetic look.

"I don't know. I'm so sorry."

"If I hear I'm so sorry I'll will kill someone."

"Mate, just forget her."

"Like you did with Hermione?" He snapped. "I cant. She is pregnant."

"Do you even know if it is yours?"

George clenched his fist.

"I know your trying to make me hate her so I can just forget. But I cant. It is mine. I know it is. Do you know where she could be?"

"I'm—No I don't."

"Fine." He said shortly.

Remus sat up. Something felt wrong. He needed to think.

Slipping by the sleeping dog, other wise known as Sirius he walked to the local park.

Remus stuffed his hands into his pockets when he saw her, his daughter, looking so sad. He was about to try and attempt to comfort her when he saw his old mentor walk up to her.

He hid behind some thick scrub so he could over hear the conversation. Hay he was a parent, and when you become a parent there's no such thing as a child's privacy.

The old man sat next to her.

"You seem to like this spot." He said in a wise tone that Remus knew too well.

"Yeah and you seem to like to come here and tell me how to live my life." Bit Christine, once again a tone which Remus and Sirius in fact the whole wizarding world knew very well.

Dumbledore looked over his half moon glasses and stroked his long sliver beard.

"Yes it seems like I do. Well Miss Madded, I have to do something before school comes back."

Christine wiped the tears from her face.

"Yeah well maybe you should get a better hobby than taking care of my life. I've done alright for the past thirty years."

"Well I normal don't tell my students or ex-students how to run their lives, but seeing you never went to Hogwarts, I can."

"And let me take a wild guess, your going to tell me to go back to George and raise a family."

Dumbledore smiled.

"You should become a Professor at Hogwarts. We need some fresh blood."

"So what instead of telling me to go back to George, your going to tell me to leave and teach the next generation of Voldermolt's and Harry Potter's."

"And don't forget Christine Madden's." He said with a knowing smile and a twinkle in his eye. "Do you want me to tell you to go back to George?"

"Your putting words in my mouth aren't you?"

He smiled again.

"Are just like talking to your mother."

She turned to him.

"Just like talking to a senile old bat…wait that's what you are."

'She even rips into Dumbledore. Ok she is so totally like her mother.' Thought Remus with a smile.

Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle.

"Good call Miss Madden."

Christine rolled her eyes.

"Did you leave George because of your him? Are you scared that George will turn into him?"

"I just cant stand what Rem—well you-know-who, did to my mother. And I promised myself that I'll never end up like at." She said with a distant look in her eyes as she place her hand on her tummy.

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."

"We are talking about my dad here not Voldermolt. I think your running out of quotes."

"I think I am to. But I can see it in your eyes. You love him. You care so much that you think you'll bleed to death of the pain of it all."

"I think you've that one as well." She laughed.

"Well yes I have, but I think it also works in this case."

"Professor, I'm not denying the fact that I love him. Bloody hell. I do, but I'm doing it all for him. George deserves the best. The best I cant provide. I don't know why I even said yes when he asked me to marry him."

"Because you listened to your heart. It's is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."

Christine raised her eyebrow and smiled.

"Harry repeated that same quote last week."

"I just have that effect on people."

Dumbledore stood and turned to her.

"Remember, he asked you to marry him, I think he's already made it past Remus."

"I cant be my mum."

He leaned towards her.

"Then why are you running?" He said. Then with that a small POP, he was gone.

"Yeah why are you running?" Asked a voice from behind. Christine turned around and saw George standing next to Sirius in his dog form.

"George." She breathed.

"How many times do I have to tell you," he said calmly as stepped closer to her, "I'm not Remus. I'll never be him. I love you, God I ran around the whole bloody city looking for you."

"You should have better than me." Came her response.

Everyone even the little old woman who was walking her beagle rolled his or her eyes.

"What? You're a bloody lawyer!" Laughed George. "You got almost perfect NEWTS I didn't even do them. Your school project was to get me off my Quidditch suspension. Come on it's me who doesn't deserve you."

"It's true." Said Remus coming out of the bushes.

"What!? How long have you been standing there?"

"A long time." George glaired at him and Sirius. They soon got the message and left.

"Christine, please come back. I love you more than life it's self. Come one."

"Your only saying that because I'm pregnant."

George started to laugh.

"Yeah I looked into the future and saw that you were pregnant so I asked you to marry me."

"You asked me to marry you once you found out that I wasn't able to be pregnant."

George rolled his eyes and smiled.

Seeing her again he just felt complete.

George unbuckled his pants and pulled them down and showed Christine a very red butt cheek, he pulled down a bandage,with what looked like a love heart with black block letters which made out the name 'Christine.'

"Do you know how much that hurt?" He asked her.

"A lot." She mumbled.

"Not as much as when I saw your ring on the kitchen counter and that note."

"Really?"

"Yes, and for some stupid reason, I think you don't really want to leave. If you did you would have been gone by now. And you wouldn't be sitting in the same spot that I proposed to you in."

"Where are my bags?" She asked no one in particular.

George's heart dropped.

"Oh there they are. George be a doll and take them. I'm pregnant, I'm not allowed to carry anything heavy."

"So that means, your staying. Your not going to leave me?"

"No. I've leant my lesion."

"Well you better have."

George wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"Hello baby I'm your daddy. And your mummy is silly."

"Don't brain wash our unborn child."

"I can and I will but fist I must carry you back to our apartment."

Ginny sat at her table with her Quill posed over the parchment.

Dear Rena,

This is Ginny Weasley, other wise known as, well your biological mother. God I have no idea what to say. I was told you would like to see me. I would love to meet you. The person your mother asked to find me gave me a photo of you, right now I'm looking at it, you're a very beautiful young lady.

Please Owl me with what time and day you want to meet me. That's if you still do. I would love to meet you.

I have no idea what else to say.

All I have to say is that seeing your picture really did brighten up my weekend, and it will for the rest of my life.

Love always, missing you since I gave you away.

Ginny.

FINISHED THIS CHAPTER! YAY!

Oh ok so I was reading through all my past little Author notes and I have realised that they are really big, and funny if I do say so myself. Ok maybe not that funny.

Would you, my lovely readers, think any less of me if I told you I almost cried during the bit with Christine's flashback? I nearly did. Boy how sad of me. Anyway that bit with Dumbledore was fun to write. I laughed. Oh. Anyways I got this book for Christmas, 'A muggles guide to the wizarding world.' It's really good. It has all the physical descriptions and stuff, and it had the Dumbledore quotes. Heheheheheheh

ANYWAY please tell me any ideas, please I really need them. PLEASE. Ok anyway I'm going to keep ask you about this sequel with Casey and James and people. Hehehehe

Sorry I'm happy, anyway I'm going to give a shameless plug to these to fantastic writers that are Australian, greenrock (Who writes about Ron Hermione fics) And starlitestartbrite2 (Who writes about Hermione George and some other ones. So she just writes. And I say yes that's good. LOL. No they both are good, now put that gun down I plugged you PLEASE sorry I got a bit carried away.)

Anyway, I would just like have a moment to think about all of those people hurt by the tsunamis. It's easy for people like me who are sitting in a warm house always having food on the table and one of the major thing in my life is when I was hit in the head with a shoe a couple of years ago. I would just like to wish them a happy and safe new year, it might have gone off on the wrong foot but lets hope it all gets better.

I hope you all have a better year than last year.

And I also hope you REVIEW! Hint hint…

Chris Black