Chapter 13.
MUGGLE GIRL STILL MISSING'The muggle teenager Francheska Weinstein is still missing after running away from the Weasley's home 6 weeks ago.
She is reported dead in the muggle world along with her twin sister Mara. She has limited knowledge of magic
and is very confused on where she is.'
Hermione put the paper down, her maternal instincts doing overdrive. She was terrified; her firstborn was missing in the
magical world with hardly an knowledge on how to defend herself. 'What was she doing at the Weasley's?' then she
realized, Dumbledore had told Ron. Then why wasn't he banging on the door right now?
Before she could think about whether going to see Ron herself, her husband called from the dining room.
'Woman, where's my breakfast?'
'Just coming darling.'
She placed his favorite cup and whiskey on the tray along with a full English breakfast times 3, with 3 croissants, 2 chocolate
éclairs and 5 pieces of toast. 'He eats more at breakfast than the whole of Gryffindor table altogether!'
If someone asked her when she become an obedient middle ages housewife and where had the very independent confident
bookworm gone, she wouldn't be able to say. She would say that she was never confident, she had always done what was
asked of her and had followed the rules with a strict discipline. Anybody would be to shocked to remind her of all the
adventures the trio had had, and the conversation would change.
She watched her husband shovel down his food in less than 2 minutes flat. Lucy, the maid, had taken the children to school.
'Someone was looking for you yesterday.'
Daniel never spoke when at the table, so this shocked her more than what he had said.
'Do you know who?'
'Redheaded woman. Said her name was Potter or something. Had 3 kids with her, though none looked like her. No doubt
having an affair with different men and making the husband believing he's the father, bloody disgusting if you ask me.'
Hermione had stood up and had almost dropped the plates as it registered whom he was talking about.
'Yes, I totally agree. What did the woman want?'
'Don't ask me stupid questions. She left a letter; it's in the hall. I'm off down the pub with Roger.'
'See you for dinner darling.'
'Whatever.'
She closed the door behind her husband and almost began to hyperventilate. What on earth did Ginny want? When the hell
did she marry Harry? Hermione had been secretly receiving the Daily Prophet ever since she had left them behind and there
had never been anything about the worlds hero getting married or having a family of his own, a dream he had had since he
was 5 or 6.
Hermione felt sick. She had thought her leaving them was a good idea, but instead she had made the biggest mistake of her
life. When Harry had shown her the photo album with pictures of his parents in, she had found herself dreaming of becoming
the next Mrs. Potter. NEVER did she think Ginny would. Jealousy like nothing she had ever felt before filled her and without
warning all the glasses in the kitchen smashed.
'Shit, shit, shit.'
The last time she had done accidental magic, she had been 10, a few days before she had gotten her Hogwarts letter. She
hadn't done magic since she had married Daniel 14 years ago as he had forbidden it and also she didn't' want to be found.
She ran up to the attic, not noticing the door opening on its own accord, grabbed her wand from her trunk and ran back to
the kitchen to fix the glasses. That done, she remembered the letter.
She walked into the hall and picked up the letter on the table beside the front door silently debating whether to open it or to
burn it. She turned it over and saw a red seal with a lion surrounded by a G. a large P then dominated the seal. The Potter
family crest. 'Well, that proves their married.' She broke the seal and began to read:
Dear Hermione,
I'm so glad I've found you. Where have you been hiding all these years? Why did you leave? Harry and Ron have
never been the same without you.
You may have guessed but I married Harry and we have 3 children, Lincon, Jack and Georgia. Do you have
children? Are you married? I bet you're a top businesswoman with a high salary, beating the men away!
Hermione, please make contact with me, even if you don't want to meet up with Harry and Ron, though they miss
you terribly. I'm living in Godric's Hallow. You know where. Please contact.
Love Ginny Potter.
Hermione ran to the attic and cried. She opened her trunk and found her photo albums, full of photos of the three of them,
her and 'her boys', as they were known. They were all smiling and laughing, some of tem flirting with each other (the boys to
Hermione, not the boys flirting with each other) she missed tem just as much as they obviously missed her. She dried her face
and put the albums away along with her wand. As she walked out she saw a photo on the floor. She picked it up and saw 5
people waving at her, one more than the others. Sitting at the front was Harry and Ginny, with Ginny sitting between Harry's'
legs and Harry's' arms around her waist. A girl stood behind Harry leaning her head on his shoulder and hugging him from
behind. She had jet-black hair and emerald eyes, though without glasses, Hermione guessed her to be Lincon. The younger
girl sitting on Ginnys' lap was an exact copy of her sister and the only boy was copying Lincon on Harry's' other side. He
could have passed for Harry, except her didn't have a scar. They were all outside the mansion Harry had taken her to the
summer before 7th year.
Hermione smiled, but that quickly faded as she heard her husband come back with the children. She sighed and went down
to meet them.