A twenty nine year old Hermione Granger sat in her room, flicking through pictures of her school years. So many happy memories of times passed, she watched as herself and her two best friends smiled and laughed happily for the camera.

If only they had known back then what was going to happen to them, the photo would probably be a lot different, she thought.

She closed the album, straightened down her robes and got ready to head off out. She was wearing black, perfect for the occasion.

She had a busy day ahead of her, the first thing on her list of things to do was to drop her twin son and daughter off at her mothers house.

"Isabelle, Jack," She shouted, "time to go."

She went down into the hall way as she heard her children come running down the stairs.

"Mum, can't we come with you?" Isabelle asked, she looked just like her mother, except without the unruly bushy hair she had had when she was younger.

"No, I want to go to the Weasley's house, they have gnomes!" James said enthusiastically. Jack, on the other hand looked just like his father, Ron, with flaming red hair.

Hermione smiled at how different her children were, "I'm sorry Isabelle, but I can't bring you with me." She said, "anyway it will be a good chance to catch up with all your cousins, Andrew and Charlie will be back from Hogwarts now."

Andrew and Charlie were Fred and Georges' children, both born on exactly the same day at almost the exactly the same time. They had just started their first year at Hogwarts and were home for the summer.

"I suppose it will be fun," Isabelle said, she was only eight years old, but very smart for her age.

"Can we go now?" Jack asked, Hermione smiled at her son.

"Come on," She said and she went out into the kitchen and over to the fire place.

"Do you remember what to do," She asked handing them a pinch of floo powder each.

"Yes Mum," they replied in unison, she always asked that question.

One by one she watched as her children disappeared in the green flames, when they were gone she checked her watch.

If she didn't leave now she would be late, she made sure she looked presentable before apparating to Saint Mungo's.

She arrived in the reception, and went straight up to the ward 49, the same one she had seen Neville Longbottoms parents in when she had come here in her fifth year of school.

She was outside the door, she took a deep breath, and pushed it open and closed it quietly behind her.

"Hermione, how are you?" A healer asked coming away from the bed.

"I'm fine," She said quietly, "it just breaks my heart seeing him like this."

"I know it's hard, but the good news is I think he's improving," the Healer said encouragingly, "his speech is improving everyday, and I think seeing you really helps."

Hermione smiled meekly, "that's wonderful." She said. "Is he awake?"

"Yes, he's just woken up, go and say hello." The healer said and she left the room.

She went over to the curtain and pulled it back.

"Hello Ron," she said pulling the curtain closed behind her and going to his side, "how are you feeling?"

Ron just looked at her with a blank expression, he opened his mouth and a load of garbled noises came out.

Hermione held back tears, even though he had been like this for quite some time she still couldn't get used to it. They had been engaged to be married, she was pregnant with the twins, life couldn't have been better. But then they were attacked by Death eaters, trying to find out where Harry was, she got away but they tortured Ron until he was reduced to a blubbering lump of a man who couldn't speak, walk, or do anything else.

"The twins send their love," she said, "you know Isabelle is going to be just like me, and Jack like you."

Ron made some more noises, it seemed like he understood her, but was that just wishful thinking?

"I'm going to visit Harry tomorrow, and Dumbledore, your brothers are coming with me, you remember Fred and George don't you?"

Ron made a noise that sounded remarkably like yes.

"After we've seen them we're going to visit Charlie's and your mum and dad's graves, put some fresh flowers down." She said, "maybe when you get better we'll take you, you can say goodbye you never did make it to the funeral."

She put her hand on Ron's face, "I do love you," she said and she kissed him on the forehead. "I'll pop by maybe tomorrow tell you how it went, how everyone is."

She blew him a kiss and left the cubical, she went down to reception and apparated back to her house where she sat at the kitchen table and cried.

This is something I thought I'd do as a change from my other stories, please tell me what you think so I can maybe improve it.