Yay, I've done chapter three! Sorry it took me song long to update, I doubt you want to here the details. In this chapter you'll learn a little bit more about the whole Millie/Nicholas past...the Nix character doesn't show up until chapter four though. So, you'll have to wait just ONE more chapter. (I'm going to try to make it chapter four; it might end up being chapter five though.)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, and incase nobody noticed:

Ron, Hermione, Harry, Draco Harry Potter characters (J. K. Rowling)

Millie, Nicholas Trigun characters (Yasuhiro Nightow)

Nix My brain (Me)


The rest of the week passed uneventful for Ron, having no brothers in the house to torture him. His younger sister, Ginny, was gone for the week at a friends house. Ron threw a fit at first, because he was convinced that the friend in question would have thrown some sort of secret orgy while her parents were sleeping. Granted the friend was Luna Lovegood, but she is a strange one. Who knows what she likes to do for fun! He was forced to spend the last weekend of his break doing nothing but writing a few letters and doing homework. He felt as if his summer was as bad as Harry's was, minus the Dursely's and the Dark Lord trying to kill him.

Hermione's summer was a bit different that Ron's. Since she started her schooling at Hogwarts she never really had anyone to spend her summers with. Her parents had to work double shifts at the Dentist because of all the students wanting to look their best before school started up again. Also, the tuition of Hermione's school wasn't exactly the cheapest. But it was what she found the day before she needed to board the train that brought a whole lot of questions that needed to be answered.

She was in her room that morning, reading the textbooks for her classes, so she would be ahead of the class. There was no way that Hermione wasn't going to keep up her appearances this year. In the middle of one of the Troll wars she heard a noise come from the room next to her, Millie's room. Hermione hadn't entered that room since her sister had left for America, she was always told to stay out of it. She figured that since her parents weren't here to stop her, she'd go ahead and enter the room anyway.

She exited her room and slowly made her way towards Millie's door, just in case they had put up some sort of alarm to ward her off. Hermione reached the door and touched the doorknob, and no sirens went off. Looking both ways she carefully opened the door and stepped into the room. It was as clean as remembered; everything put up neatly and perfectly. She was a lot like Hermione in that case.

"Where did the noise come from?" Hermione asked herself out loud, hoping to scare off anyone or anything that had found their way inside her sister's room.

The noise was heard yet again, only this time it came from one of the dresser drawers on the other side of Millie's room. Hermione slowly found her way towards the noise, her wand out in front of her incase of an attack. She reached the dresser and pulled open the drawer from where the noise was coming from, jumping back from anything that would possibly jump out at her.

"What?" She mumbled silently to herself and pulled out the picture situated on the top. It was an ordinary picture that Hermione was used to seeing. Except she had never seen the man next to the young woman in the picture. The young woman was her sister, and she seemed so much like she was in love. In the picture it showed her and the other man, who Hermione believed to be Nicholas, holding hands and laughing.

"Wait a moment," Hermione gasped, "This is a moving picture!" She stashed the picture away in her back pocket and dashed out of her sister's room and into her own.

As soon as she reached her own room Hermione took out a parchment and wrote a quick letter to Ron.

Ron,

You remember what I've told you about Millie? Well, I believe my parents have been hiding something from me. I'll tell you about it on the train.

Love,

Hermione

She sat in her room for almost an hour studying the picture, memorizing almost every detail about it. She hadn't seen her older sister for eleven years, and so many things about her she had forgotten. Looking at the picture was almost like looking into a futuristic mirror. Millie looked so similar to Hermione, except she had found a way to get her frizzy hair to stay down, so she looked stunning in the picture. She was in her normal summer dress with her light chocolate eyes glimmering, probably thinking about Nicholas.

Hermione has always heard how Nicholas looked, but those stories didn't give him any justice. He was handsome; that was the first word that popped into Hermione's head. Nicholas seemed to be a very tall man with light blue eyes that reminded Hermione of another boy with a similar color. Apparently her older sister had taste. Sure, Nicholas was nothing compared to Ron, but he wasn't that far behind either. His black hair reminded her almost of Harry, although it wasn't nearly as messy as her friends, but it did seem to suit the man who looked to be in his early twenties.

Without warning Hermione started crying. Her sister was gone, all the way across the world, in the United States. It has been over a decade since they had last seen each other, but that didn't stop Hermione from missing her. Millie was her big sister, and she was supposed to be there for Hermione. And even though she wasn't, Hermione couldn't seem to make herself mad at her.

Hermione was too engrossed into the picture to notice that her mom has entered the room and was watching her.

"What's that in your hand?" Her mom asked in an authoritative tone.

"Nothing." Hermione shot out quickly; trying to cover it up before her mom could see the full picture.

"Have you been in your sisters room?" Ms. Granger folded her arms across her chest and studied her daughter's face for answers.

Hermione nodded, never being very good at lying to her mother, who knew everything before even Hermione knew she was going to do it.

"What have I told you about going in there?" Her mother shouted at her, which caught the attention of Hermione's father and had joined the two in Hermione's room.

"You've told me not to," Hermione mumbled, and then realized that her parents had probably known about the picture all along. Sitting in her bed Hermione became angry and her parents for the first time in her life. Sure, she had been plenty annoyed with them, especially when they told her she was to break it off with Ron. Knowing that they had lied to her for eleven years caused something in Hermione to snap at her parents, "But I heard some sound coming from in there and I went to check it out."

"What do you mean a noise?" Her father asked, sounded somewhat worried.

"I mean a noise, as in something was rustling around in there. So, I went to check it out and I found this." Hermione flashed the picture of her sister and Nicholas at her parents, who tried to reach for it, but Hermione pulled it back before they could get their hands on it.

"What is that?" Her mom looked puzzled, but Hermione was able to see through the lie on her face.

"Mom, don't do this to me. I'm your daughter, I deserve the truth!" Folding her arms across her chest, much like her mom was doing previously, she glared at her parents who seemed to become somewhat nervous.

"I don't know if you're ready for the truth yet honey." Her dad cooed her, trying to calm her down.

"Don't give me that," Hermione hissed at him, "I'm sixteen years old, plenty old enough!"

"She's right," Ms. Granger started crying, "Baby, you are old enough. I'm sorry I hadn't told you yet, I was just scared."

Seeing her mom cry caused a wretched feeling inside of Hermione. The last time she's seen her mom in this position, Millie has just informed them that she was going to live the country.

"Do you want to tell her, or shall I?" Mr. Granger walked over and put his hand on his wife's shoulder to calm her down.

"I'll tell her, you always exaggerate." She gave him a weak smile and moved to sit down on the bed next to Hermione. "Can I see the picture really quick, I promise I'll give it straight back to you."

Hermione reached into her pocket and handed her mom the picture, although she was mad she could always trust her mother.

"Millie." Ms. Granger called as she traced her finger across her eldest daughter's face. It had been the first time she had spoken that name since her departure.

Hermione cleared her throat so that her mom would be reminded of the promise she had just made.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry." Her mom smiled weakly at her and handed the picture back to Hermione. "You were always such a clever girl, you know that?"

Hermione nodded, not effected by the words just spoken.

"So was she, she was the cleverest girl in her class. She went to Hogwarts too, was excepted on her eleventh birthday, just like you were."

"Wait a minute," Hermione screamed, not meaning to raise her voice at her mother, "Millie went to Hogwarts?"

Her parents nodded at her, sadly. "Yes, she was top of her class, just like you were. Although she wasn't a Gryfin-whatever. What is that house you're a part of?"

"Gryffindor." Hermione answered quickly, trying to think up the house her sister was part of, hoping desperately that it wasn't Slytherin.

"Yes, Gryffindor." Her mother wiped a few stray tears from her eyes and continued, "Millie was part of that house called Ravenwing."

"You mean Ravenclaw?" Hermione corrected her mother and let her continue.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I never got an understanding for those things. Anyway, she was a Ravenclaw, as you call it. In her fifth year she met this boy, Nicholas Wolfwood. He was part of that house you're in, except he was a seventh year."

"Nicholas was a Gryffindor?" Hermione mumbled to herself and received nods from both of her parents.

"They became a couple right after fifth year, after he had graduated."

"Wait a minute," Hermione shrieked, "Is that why you won't let me and Ron stay together?"

"Now Hermione, that's for your own good." Mr. Granger tried to persuade his daughter.

"My own good?" She yelled at him, "MY OWN GOOD! Do you know how long it took me to get that boy to notice that he liked me?"

"Hermione," Her mom tried to calm her down.

"Don't 'Hermione' me," Hermione mimicked her mother's sweet voice and continued informing her parents of their mistake. "You think that just because Millie fell in love in fifth year, and got pregnant after school does not mean I will."

"It didn't happen exactly like that." Her father smiled sheepishly.

"What?" Hermione screamed and threw a pillow at the wall. "What lies are you going to fix now?"

"Well," He continued, "She got married after school, against our wishes."

"She was married? I had a brother-in-law and you didn't tell me?"

"You were five!" Her father started to raise his voice to match hers.

"Not for the past eleven years I haven't been." She moved off of her bed and walked as far away from her parents as possible.

"We didn't know how to tell you honey." Her mom tried to reach for her to pull her back, put Hermione kept a distance between her and her parents.

"I don't care, you didn't have to let me believe these lies all of this time."

"I know honey, I'm so sorry." Her mom's lip trembled and tears fell out of her eyes uncontrollably.

"Why didn't you want her to marry Nicholas, what was wrong with him?"

"Millie told me that his parents were part of that group of people who, what were they called again?" Ms. Granger looked to her husband for help.

"Deatheaters I believe."

Hermione let out a loud gasp at the mention of Voldemort's followers. Millie was married to the spawn of a deatheater! That was like Hermione marrying Draco Malfoy. She was going to be sick. Without another word she rushed out of her room and into the bathroom, where she let out the fluids from her stomach.

"I'm so sorry." Her mom called from the other side of the door, but Hermione sat on the floor in front of her toilet sobbing. For the first time in her life she was mad at her older sister, and she hated the feeling.

"Why was she married to a man like that?" She sobbed into the ground as she suddenly blacked out.