A/N: Anna Banana Boat: Since Harry is pretty rich, he hired Anna to take care of his house while he was away on business trips and the like. But she sort of became like a mother to him, that's why they're so close. Sorry, I should have explained that earlier. I was planning on explaining it later though, but I guess that's not needed after this! LoL...Oh, the story is R because of things later on in the story.
The clock struck 12:00 pm and the huge house rang with the sound of it. Mya got up with a start.
"Happy birthday, Mya," she said to herself, and ran downstairs to greet her mountain load of presents. But she didn't care about them. She was looking for one thing in particular.
With a big smile on her face, Mya began to throw present this way and that until there was a single thing left on the table. Something more precious to her than anything...enclosed in an envelope.
She slowly picked up her mother's last letter to her with awe on her face. She couldn't wait to read this one.
She opened the envelope hastily and took out the letter inside. She unfolded it and began to read.
Happy Birthday, Hermione. You are eight years old today! I'm sure you look just like your father. That same smile, those same eyes. Isn't that right, Mya?
"No," she said aloud, pouting, "I look like you."
Tell me, Mya. Does your father still go to bed with his shoes on?
Mya nodded, giggling.
Old habits die-hard.
Mya shrugged.
Today you are a big girl and you will be able to understand what I have to tell you. Today, I will tell you a story about your father, me, and Hermione...
"Hermione?" Mya wondered aloud, but she kept on reading.
A/N: Sorry about the short chapter. Longer chapter coming up next, hopefully.