Chapter 13

"I don't' know how protected the house is Kinsley. I had never seen it before, it is only a block or so from my own home. There is a large weeping willow tree in front of it. Who knows how many times Hermione and I walked by that wretched place."

"Ron, I really think you should come with us. You could be the only one able to see it."

"The only place I am going right now is home to my wife. Until I see her, I will go no where else. But, knowing my wife as I do, we will be there shortly after our reunion."

A wide smile spread across Kinslye's face. "What is it you always said? Oh , yes, I believe it was ' Hell has no fury like Hermione's wrath?"

"Yup, and that was just when I was late for supper. Now, I'm going to the apparating room and going home." Ron turned to leave. When he reached the door he placed his hand on the knob, pausing he looked straight ahead at the door, "Kinsley, they really messed with me. Be ruthless, but don't kill them. Killing them is too good for them. I want them to go to trial, I want them to go to prison, I want them to suffer and I want to watch them suffer."

"They will Ron, they will."

Ron turned the knob and walked out the door.

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Ginny reached across the table and took Hermione's hand. "I really hope you're right, Hermione. I really do." Smiling at her weakly.

Hermione smiled back and nodded her head. Clearing her throat she said, "Well, I think we need to get you and our packages back to your house. We don't want Harry to get to carried away with the pink. If we're quick we could get to him while there's still time."

The two women rose and Ginny dropped a few coins on the table. Gathering up their packages they proceeded to the front and out the door. Walking into the small alley beside the cafe they had been in they disapparated back to the Potter's.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Mummy and Aunt Hermnee are here." a bouncing five year old with unruly fire red hair and bright green eyes shouted out. Not only was the child bouncing, but he was covered in chocolate.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, GET IN HERE!" boomed Ginny.

"Well Ronni, I see you inherited your namesakes sweet tooth," grinned Hermione as she took the wet wash cloth she had produced with a wave of her wand, and proceeded to wipe her nephew clean.

"What did I do now Gin?" asked Harry as he came into the room.

As soon as Ginny saw her husband, she burst out in laughter. This caused Hermione to look up and when she did she saw Harry like she had never seen him before. His normally raven black hair was now a rainbow of pink, in fact, he was simply a rainbow of pink. Hermione had never seen so many ghastly shades of the color. The longer they looked the harder they laughed until Ginny had fallen into a soft chair laughing and Hermione was now sitting on the floor doubled over in laughter.

"What are you two laughing at? You two are mental, completely mental. You, Hermione, I've always known you are cracked. But Ginny, really? You two didn't eat something your brothers gave you did you?"

Her laughter finally calming, she turned to Ginny and said, "I think we should go and see what damage he has done to the nursery. Hopefully it is nothing like what he has done to his clothes.

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Ron arrived back at his house with a loud crack. He walked through the house calling her name out in each room he came to. As he walked through the familiar rooms he was shocked to find she had changed so little. In one room he found the chess game they had been playing, untouched. In the library the book he had been reading on the arm of his chair still marking his spot. "I'll have to start that one over," He chuckled and said to himself. He slowly found his way to the bathroom where he quickly undressed and hopped into the shower, washing five years of dirt and grime off his body. He dried just as quickly as he had showered and then picked up the electric shaver Hermione had bought him. She promised it would be one muggle device that he would like, and she was quite right. After brushing the last of the whiskers from his body he looked in the mirror and thought, now I look better.

Into the bedroom he went, hesitantly. It seemed so strange going in there without her with him or there waiting for him. He walked into the closet and chuckled again, "Well at least she found it in herself to do my laundry." He dressed in fresh jeans and a sweater, and made his way back down the stairs and sat on the third step, having no where to go til she returned to the house

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"Ginny, thank you so much for a lovely day. I always enjoy our shopping days so much." leaning in to give her a hug Hermione whispered, "and the room really isn't that bad, don't be to hard on him."

"I won't. And if you find out anymore about what we talked about let me know." she whispered back.

"I will. Harry, see you soon. I'll be here for my weekly meal and do try and do something about that hair of yours"

"Ha, ha. You're the funny one today. Ginny, stop sniggering at me."

"Bye boys, don't be to much of a bother." she said to her two grinning nephews. They had inherited to much of their twin uncles personalities for her liking.

"Bye Aunty."

The goodbyes said she was gone from the room and at the door of her house with a crack.

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Ron sat up suddenly at the sound of the crack in front of the house, he wasn't sure what to expect until he heard the keys jingling in the lock. It's Hermione he thought to himself, joy surged through his body. As he waited on her to come through the door he ran his hands through his hair trying to make himself look better than he knew he did. Over the years of torture he had lost some weight and he was covered in bruises from the many hits and kicks he had received over the past few days.

Finally Hermione came through the door, her head down flipping through some letters that had come in the mail tossing them into different baskets that sat on the side table beside the door. She looked up and scanned the room, something she had been doing for the past five years.

She looks so sad thought Ron, waiting for her to look at him. Then their eyes met, locking onto one another.

"Ron." she asked, her voice cracking and tears starting to fill her eyes. "Is it really you?" she asked she could feel her body being pulled to the man sitting on the stairs.

"Yes, love it's me. It's really me." He felt finally at home as her hand slid into his and she came to rest beside him on the step. He looked deep into her eyes, letting her see it was truly him. Slowly and tentatively their heads came together as their lips met in a soft, tender kiss.