A New Beginning
A/N: Hey, I'm back, not that anyone cares or knew...
Thanks to Jackie (no, she's not going to be in anyone's grade...LoL, but she's in their seventh year, and she's sixteen, I don't think that'll work, LoL), Amanda (no, that's right), and Eilidh (yes, you do need to update...LoL, like the new penname) for reviewing! Well, here's the next chapter, I was going to put this up before I left, but I couldn't :O oh well. Please Read and Review!
--Chapter 5--Dang Ron
"Hey Hermia, where's your..." started Kaitlin, coming back down the stairs, looking for Hermia, but seeing no one. "Hermia?"
Nobody answered and Kaitlin ran back upstairs to her dorm where Chantal was laying on her bed, reading a book or a magazine, Kaitlin couldn't tell.
"Hermia's not down there," Kaitlin said, sitting on her bed.
"She's probably off snogging Eric," Chantal replied.
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"Kyle, what's your family like?" asked Kasandra.
"Well, they're OK I guess. I mean you know how many people are there," Kyle replied, just lounging on one of the chairs in the Ravenclaw common room.
"I mean, are you parents like caring, or do they fight a lot?"
"They have their fights – what couple doesn't? – but they don't have them that much that I know of."
"I see."
"I don't know what they could have done though to be shunned from Nick's family; they're really nice and caring and stuff."
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Hermia looked at the date of the Quibbler she was holding. It said September 1997.
"So that means Dad and Hermione are in their last year here at Hogwarts; that also means that Dumbledore is Headmaster, not McGonagall," Hermia thought aloud. "I should see him and ask him how I ended up here."
She put the Quibbler down and left the common room. Everything looked the same as Hermia made her way to the Headmaster's chambers. Once she reached the stone gargoyle, Hermia realized she had no clue what the password was. In her time, McGonagall used book titles as her passwords, but Hermia doubted Dumbledore did the same. So Hermia slid down to the floor and waited for someone to come by. A few minutes went by before Dumbledore came out.
"Oh, who are you?" he asked, looking down at Hermia, bending slightly with his back.
Hermia stood up. "I'm Hermia Potter."
"Potter you say?" he asked, shaking Hermia's out-stretched hand.
"Yeah...umm, can we talk in your office Professor Dumbledore?"
"Of course," Dumbledore said, turning to the gargoyle. "Skittles."
The gargoyle sprung to life and Dumbledore led Hermia up the steps. Dumbledore sat at his desk and suggested that Hermia do the same so she sat in the chair across from him as he suggested with his hand.
"Now what brings you here? You certainly aren't a student here, nor are you related to the Potters," Dumbledore said.
"Yes I do go to school here, and I am related to Harry Potter," Hermia replied.
"How?" he asked, leaning forward, his arms folded on his desk.
Hermia fidgeted in her seat. She didn't know the Dumbledore in her time – he was buried six feet under – but from what Hermione said, he was a great man. Her father didn't have the best things to say about him because Dumbledore did try to kill him, but he couldn't deny the fact that he could be trusted as Hermione also said. "I'm his daughter."
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"Jane, clean that mess you made on the table," Harry said, looking at the things scattered across the table.
"But Daddy, it's –" Jane started.
"No buts, go, clean it up now."
"Mum, Daddy wants me to clean up my homework that I haven't finished yet!"
"Harry, let her finish her homework," Hermione said, coming into the living room that held the tiny coffee table that Jane was working at.
"But she has to go to bed now, it's 9 o'clock," Harry pointed out to his wife.
"Jane, when's this due?"
"On Wednesday..."Jane said, "but it's not a school night, it's Friday!"
"Finish it up tomorrow honey, then you can work on it all day, but right now you have to go to bed," Hermione said.
Janenodded and went down the hall, completely ignoring her father's orders to clean up her homework mess. Hermione sat next to Harry on the couch. Harry put an arm her shoulders and kissed the side of her head.
"I can't believe it, Hermione Granger telling her own daughter to wait to do her homework," Harry said, kissing her cheek this time.
"Well I am Hermione Potter now...I guess it's the Potter name that makes me like this," Hermione laughed.
"Probably," Harry agreed. "Is Harley asleep?"
"Of course, it's been out like a candle for a half now."
"WhenJane goes to sleep, do you want to...you know?"
Hermione just pushed Harry and stood up laughing.
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"Ron, what the hell are you doing here? Give me my daughter!" exclaimed Ginny.
"Come on Gin, I have never seen my niece," Ron said.
"Ron, give Ginny our daughter back, now!" Draco said, taking a threatening step towards Ron.
Ron handed Summer to Ginny. "You're still with this loser Ginny?"
"Draco is not a loser; he is the love of my life. At least I didn't end up marrying a whore like you did," Ginny said.
"Mum, can I –" Meadow started, coming into the kitchen, but stopping when she saw Ron.
"Is this another one of my niece's?" asked Ron, looking at Meadow.
"Meadow, now's not a good time...you should be in bed young lady," Draco said, kneeling by his daughter.
"Who's that –" Meadow started again, but Draco took her out of the room.
"What the hell are you doing here Ron?" Ginny hissed, holding Summer close to her.
"I've been back in England for three years, and I haven't seen any of my family," Ron said.
"Harry told you not contact Draco and me again. He said you could contact the rest of the family though."
"I know, but I had to see my baby sister first," Ron said, taking a step towards Ginny.
"Ginny backed up, stilling clutching Summer (who looked like she was going to fall asleep in her mother's arms). She still loathed her brother after all these years, and she couldn't trust him again.
"Ron, back away from Ginny," Harry said, pointing his wand at Ron as Draco stood behind him, doing the same.
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"Kasandra, can I ask you something?" asked Kyle.
"Yeah, of course," Kasandra said, crossing her legs under her on the chair she was sitting on.
"Nick's not here, so I want you to be honest. What are the other Weasleys like?" he asked.
"They're my second family, I love them all! Of course there's times when some get on my nerves, but other than that, they're all great."
"How many are there?"
"Well the ones that are related to your dad are Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny. Their wives or husband are – in order of the guys I just said – Fleur, Sarah, Penelope, Angelia, Alicia, and Draco. Bill and Fleur have two – Micheal and Samantha; Charlie and Sarah have two – Hannah (you've met her) and Shawn; Percy and Penelope two – Paula and Paige; Fred and Angelia have two – Jeremy and Jimmy; George and Alicia have four – Joe, Mitch, Jeff, and Mable; and Ginny and Draco have five – Drake, Nick, Meadow, Shane and Summer," Kasandra said, counting them off on her fingers.
"Wow...they all like to have two kids, eh? How many do you have in your family?" asked Kyle.
"Well I have my parents, Harry and Hermione, my older sister Hermia, and my younger siblings beingJane and Harley. All of our houses are pretty crowded...well, only mine, Nick's, and George and Alicia's, but at the holidays, there's a ton of us, including the spouses' families. We all normally meet at Molly and Arthur's – they would be your grandparents – my family calls them Nana and Papa, it's funny, but I've grown out of that now."
"I see, my house is also crowded."
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, for now that is," Kyle said.
"That turned out to be more than one question," Kasandra laughed.
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"So you're Harry's daughter? And I'm presuming you're from the future," inquired Dumbledore.
"Yes I am – to both your questions. I don't know how though. I went to work on my Potions essay when I lost my quill. When I found it, I picked it up and I ended up here. Well not here, but in the Gryffindor common room," Hermia said.
"It seems as if your quill was a portkey that travels back in time," Dumbledore said, looking at the quill Hermia handed him.
"Can you send me back?"
"I don't know, we should be able to, but I'll have to look in on this because this has never happened before."
"I know, but what will I do in the mean time? I mean Hogwarts isn't known for having transfer students."
"I shall inform the school that you are a lost witch who will be staying here until you can be on your way. You can stay in the Gryffindor common room and do whatever assignments you have to do. Now tell me, what year are you in?"
"I'm in my sixth year."
"Ah, one year younger then your father is now. And who may your mother be? Does she attend Hogwarts?"
"No, she attends Beauxbatons. Her name is Madeline Malfoy, but in my time, she's dead," Hermia stated, looking at her hands which were in her lap.
"I'm sorry, but I can't believe your father married a Malfoy. Harry and Draco Malfoy are quite the enemies."
Hermia snorted. Harry and Draco enemies? – that was crazy. They had been best friends forever. Draco was even her godfather!
"What's so funny?" asked Dumbledore.
"It's just that in my time, my dad and Uncle Draco are best friends," Hermia laughed.
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"Harry, are you here?" asked Draco, stepping into Harry's living room from the fireplace.
"Yeah I am Draco, what's up?" asked Harry back.
"Ron's at my house right now."
Harry looked at Draco, and with a pop, Harry Disapparated, Draco following suite as Hermione looked into the empty living room with confusion.
"Ron, back away from Ginny," Harry said once he Apparated into Ginny and Draco's kitchen. Harry and Draco both had their wands pointed at Ron.
"Chill out Potter, Malfoy, I just want to hug my sister," Ron said.
"Lay one finger on her and I swear to God I'll curse you to hell and back."
"Alright, alright, I won't touch her."
"So what are you doing here Ron?" asked Draco, lowering his wand.
"I wanted to see my sister," Ron said, glancing at Ginny.
"Tell us the truth," Harry hissed, moving closer to Ron. "I'm not like I was when we were thirteen – I'm not afraid to kill someone anymore."
"Harry, don't resort to killing him, I thought you were done with that after you killed the Dark Lord," Draco said, looking at Harry, worried that he would take up his old patterns.
"I am done with it; I have been for thirteen years! Now tell us the truth Weasley, why are you really here?"
"Fine, I'm here because I wanted to clear things up. I mean Kyle, your daughter Kasandra, and Ginny and Draco's son Nick are friends," Ron confessed.
"Nick and Kasandra have been best friends since before they could talk," Ginny stated, thinking that Ron thought that the three all just met this year.
"Alright, but I don't want their friendship with Kyle to be ruined because of our old family feuds," Ron said, pulling a chair out and sitting down.
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"What do you think our families are doing right now?" asked Kyle when Nick and Emma rejoined Kyle and Kasandra by the fire. Nick and Emma had been looking up something in the library that either Kyle nor Kasandra knew because they didn't have homework yet.
"Well it's about 9 o'clock on a Friday so that means my mum should be at some bar, my dad's freaking out because she's not there, and my younger Toby is out somewhere, probably because Dad can't handle him," Emma said.
Nick, Kyle, and Kasandra all looked at Emma. Kasandra spoke first. "Do you have a bad home life, Emma?"
"Well my parents should get a divorce, but they won't, and me and my twin brother Ben normally have to watch Toby so he doesn't get caught in their line of fire. It's nothing big, I mean, they're not abusive."
Nick looked at Emma once more before talking. "My younger siblings Meadow and Shane should be arguing with my parents that they don't have to go to bed, Mum and Dad should be dragging them to bed while Summer is wailing her eyes out because Meadow and Shane woke her."
"Well my younger siblingsJane and Harley should both be sleeping peacefully while my parents get it on in the bedroom," Kasandra said, getting creeped out by the mental image of her parents having sex.
"You're parents have a sex life?" asked Emma amazed.
"Yeah, they can't keep their hands off each other, it's quite disturbing actually."
"My parents should just be complaining about me, Tom, and Lacey as Lacey listens because they think she's sleeping," Kyle said.
"Do your parents regret having you guys?" asked Nick, wondering how horrible his aunt and uncle were.
"Oh no, they're extremely nice and loving, it's just that they wished we would spend more time trying to get ready for a future career or something."
Emma whistled under her breath, that was crazy. Even her parents weren't that insane.
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"Your father and Mr. Malfoy are best friends?" asked Dumbledore, shocked.
"Yes, since they graduated basically," Hermia said. "Uncle Draco's even my godfather even though we are related. He was my mum's cousin. He actually introduced my parents to one another."
"Oh I see. Well we shall set you up in the teachers' quarters for now," Dumbledore said, standing from his chair.
"Wait, shouldn't I have another name? I mean I don't think there's that many Potters that look like Malfoys around."
"You're right, you're going to need a whole new name because Hermia is to close to Hermione, though I don't think you're related to Hermione Granger - one of Harry's best friends here at Hogwarts."
"Actually, she's my step-mother, her and my dad got married when they were twenty-four I think."
Dumbledore rose one of his eyebrows and shrugged. "Do you have an idea for what your name should be?"
"It could be Maddy - my mum's nickname - umm...let me think about a last name," Hermia said. "I know, I'll be Maddy Smith - Smith is a common enough last name."
"OK Maddy Smith, we should go now."
Hermia followed Dumbledore out of his office. They walked down the halls to a stone cat. Dumbledore looked at it.
"Frozen meat," he said and the statue moved.
"This isn't the teachers' lounge," Hermia stated.
"I know, it's the teachers' sleeping quarters," Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "You'll stay here for the night because I don't know how the students would handle having a stranger in their common room."
"Alright," Hermia said, following Dumbledore into one of the rooms. The room was coloured in red, green, blue, and yellow.
"You can sleep in here tonight, then I shall introduce you to the students tomorrow night. Good night Ms. Potter."
"Good night Professor Dumbledore," Hermia said after Dumbledore as he left.
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"Ron, get out of here, it's late," Ginny said.
Ron just looked at Ginny and Summer and smiled at them. "Not until we talk, my little darling sister."
"We'll talk tomorrow, just not while the children are here. I'll get Mum to watch our kids and Harry and Hermione's so they can come too," Ginny said, trying to be calm.
"How many kids do you have in the house?"
"Three, and two are at Hogwarts."
"What about you, Potter? How many times did you get my ex-fiancee pregnant?"
Draco held Harry's arm so Harry didn't jump Ron.
"We have four kids - including Hermia from my first marriage. Two attend Hogwarts and two are at home. Now listen to Ginny and go," Harry said through clenched teeth.
"OK, I can tell I'm not wanted, see you all here tomorrow at, I'll say, about 10 a.m. And I'm bringing Lavender," Ron said before Disapparating.
"Well I should go explain things to Hermione, see you two tomorrow," Harry said, also Disapparating.
"I'm going to put Summer to bed, then I'm going to bed myself. I'll meet you there," Ginny said, looking tired.
"OK doll," Draco said, leaving the kitchen.
A/N: Well that was the fifth chapter, what do you all think? Let me know by reviewing!
