Something Has Happened

PG

Summary: Based on her mother's last wish, Ron Weasley's spunky little girl tries to find the one woman who would love her father forever.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, not even the plot.... The plot is based on the Hindi film: Kuch Kuch Hota Hai... the title is just the same as well, just translated I thought it would be an extremely good thing to write... I hope you like my ripped off version of an Indian classic.

A/N: Just a quick note, this and every chapter after this is set eight years later...

Chapter two: The Day Before

He's late again! Thought a very distraught eight-year-old Hermione Weasley. She sat in the drafty hallway of the Ministry of Magic waiting for her father. She had come everyday to pick up her father from work, unfortunately, her father was almost always late. And it's almost my birthday too! She thought with a huff. She sat in the chair, her arms crossed with her face livid.

"Hi," said Ron. He looked down at his small daughter, holding out a bouquet of flowers.

"Humph!" she said as she pushed the flowers aside. Ron gave a small smirk, put the flowers down and took out a box of chocolates. Hermione eyed them curiously for a moment and pushed them aside as well. Ron put the chocolate down as well and pulled out a stuffed bear. Seeing this, she immediately seized it. "I'm mad at you," she said looking up, trying to keep a mad expression as she fought her emerging smile.

"I'm sorry dear, it's just...well, daddy has to work extra hard right now... I'm sorry..." he paused, waiting for that undeniable Weasley smile. "So... are you still mad at me?" He asked.

"No," she said as she gave her father a hug.

"Good, well, let's get home then... I know what we can do, let's stop by Uncle Harry's house, you always love going there."

"No, we can't because Uncle Harry's over at our house with grandma," she said, she suddenly dropped her voice to a low whisper "He's baking a cake for my birthday... but don't tell him I know"

"Okay," Ron whispered back. He took his daughter's hand and walked her home. When Ron opened the door, the wafting scent of baked goods filled his scenes. He remembered when he would come back and Katrina would make a fresh batch of cookies, but every time he would try to help he would end up burning his finger, many times on purpose, so she would kiss it just to make it feel better. Ron came out of his thoughts with a sigh. She's not here anymore. He reminded himself as he put his keys down and walked into the kitchen.

Hermione had already dragged Molly to the table and began explaining her day. Harry, on the other hand, was crouched on all fours staring into the oven, almost praying that his cake would not burn this year.

Molly was not a guest, but rather a resident at her son's house. After Arthur died, she felt no real happiness living all alone in her home. All of her children had gone to live their lives in far away lands but Ron stayed behind, so he decided to take his mother in. Molly had also realized that Hermione would need a motherly figure around the house, not to mention the fact that she wanted to keep her promise to Katrina. Ron was not an extremely wealthy person, but he had enough to get by with a few luxuries, it was almost a perfect life.

"...Oh and Grandma, can I have my letter now?"

"When is your birthday?" Molly replied

"Tomorrow..."

"So?"
"Oh,"

"Go... oh and Hermione dear, do clean your room, you cannot go to the performing center until you finish your chores, remember that."

"Okay," she said with a sigh as she huffed upstairs to her room.

"Oh, that's right, she's got that—"Harry snapped his fingers, searching for a word. "Contest thing, down at the performing center right?"

"It's supposed to give them confidence to speak in front of people, honestly the things these people come up with." Molly said.

"Well, she does like these kind of things, and besides it's good for her self esteem and personality." Ron said shuffling through mail that had just come in.

"Yes... well... I just don't want it to go to her head is all, besides what if she doesn't win? She'll be crushed!" Molly exclaimed.

"Don't worry about Hermione, Molly... she's a strong little girl," Harry said.

"Of course she's strong... she's my daughter isn't she?" Ron said grinning, as he put the mail down. Harry grinned back, chuckling under his breath, as he got up from the kitchen floor.
"Coming sweetie!" Ron called from the bottom of the steps as Hermione shrieked that a gigantic beetle was harassing her. "Harry?" Ron asked looking at the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Your cake..." Ron said pointing to the oven, which now had smoke coming from it.

"Aw... damn it!" Harry's cake had burned for the seventh consecutive year.

...

Ron, Molly, and Harry found their seats in the auditorium. It was fairly large and seated about three hundred people. The vinyl floor glistened as the sunlight filled the hall. Hermione sat on the wooden stage looking nervously for her family, the heat from the additional lighting made her sweat. She waved to her family from the stage when she found them; Ron waved back and smiled.
Ron was then painfully elbowed in the stomach by none other than Richard Parker, a man who's ego was as big as his company, Big Brooms which made family brooms.

"So Weasley, how's it going?"

"I'm good." Ron said with a forced smile.

"Ah! Look my sweet daughter is competing again this year. I know that she'll win, of course she always wins," He said looking at the stage.

"Yes, well... my daughter is competing too you know Parker."

"She can come in third, or maybe she'll scrape through second!" he said still not looking Ron in the face. Harry made threatening gestures toward him, but Ron shook his head. Ron had become more level headed in his later years, mainly because of his daughter, but also because Katrina never really appreciated his temper.

A plump woman dressed in purple robes made her way to the front of the stage. She enhanced her voice to ten times it's normal volume and spoke.

"Welcome, welcome to the tenth annual 'One Minute' competition. Reminding all contestants of the rules: You will come up choose your topic and have exactly one minute to talk of this topic, okay let's start, first up Hermione Weasley!"

Hermione made her way to the front of the stage and chose her topic. She gave her father two thumbs up which he returned and unfolded her topic. It seemed for a moment that words had failed her, or that she had become nervous. Her face had fallen and her mouth opened and closed every now and then.

"Say your topic and we'll start the timer," the plump woman said quietly to Hermione.

"Mum..." she said the tears beginning to fall. "My topic is mum... I'm sorry, but I can't do this" she said as she turned to get off the stage.

"Mum is a person who loves us," said a familiar voice. Hermione whipped around to see her father making his way up to the stage. "Her happiness is our happiness, her sadness is in our sorrows, and yet when we're upset she can always smile and be there for us, and she loves us even when she's not around..." he said as he kneeled in front of Hermione wiping her tears. "Unfortunately, you never had one but just remember, she's always in your heart, and she'll never leave... besides you have a dad, and I suppose he's just as good." He said trying really hard not to cry. Hermione cried on her father's shoulder as he gently patted her back.

The whole auditorium stood up clapping; Parker could even be heard saying, "That should be number one!"

"Let's go home," he said taking her hand and leading her off the stage. Harry, Molly, Ron and little Hermione left the hall without another word.

...

Ron came downstairs to find Harry setting up the chess set which was a difficult task because Ron's pieces kept on trying to bite Harry's fingers.

"Here let me help," Ron said setting up the rest of the pieces. "So... how's life?" he asked.

"Not very interesting... you?" Harry asked.

"Okay I suppose. I'm up to my ears in paper work, but that's relevantly normal now. But hey, didn't you have a date with that girl from the Department of Magical Creatures?"

"Yes, but I cancelled because of Hermione's birthday... and other things,"

"Whoa, what's this? I have to compete with my best friend for my daughter?"

"Hey, I'm the cool 'uncle' slash godfather, while you're the dad..."

"Yeah sure..."

"Hey, Ron when are you gonna start dating again?"

"I'm not"

"Okay, I understand that you're trying to preserve the memory of Kat and everything, but I think she would have wanted you to date again... I mean, don't you feel like your family's incomplete?"

"Harry, my family is not incomplete... it's just different. And no, I have not given my social life for the sake of Kat's memory... I live by one rule, 'You live once, die once, marry once, and love only once... and I wouldn't want to break my own rule right?" he said as he nudged his pawn to move two spaces.

"Rules can be broken you know, remember what Hermione said in our sixth year? 'Rules are meant to be broken...ring a bell?"

"I really don't care what Granger had to say." Ron said coldly.

"What the hell is your problem mate? I mean, every time anyone mentions Hermione Granger you either refer to her as 'Granger' or worse, or you storm out of the room? I mean, why? Why do you resent her so much?" his voice rose slightly.

"Listen Harry, you wouldn't understand...okay...let it go."

"No, I'm not gonna let it go until I get some answers."

"You want answers? I'll give you answers Granger left us alright, she left," at this point Ron was on his feet looking down at Harry, "She left when I needed her the most alright? That year so many things happened, I mean you defeated You-know-who, my dad died, I married Kat! She wasn't there! She didn't support me when I needed her the most... friends don't do that to each other Harry!"

"She had a very good reason for leaving alright, if you knew you would understand."

"Really? Okay Harry enlighten me, what was the bitch's reason for leaving?" he said in a scathing tone. Harry stood up, took out his wand and pointed it at Ron. "What are you going to do? Kill me?"

"Don't you ever call her a bitch all right? She— Listen I can't tell you but I will tell you this, if you were in her shoes you would have never even thought of coming back." Harry said and with that he took his cloak and left.

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Okay this wasn't a really good chapter, but it had to be done, I needed to show the pain Ron felt because of and how much he resented Hermione Granger and how much his life hurt without Kat... now to all those who reviewed thanks! I would comment of some of them if I weren't too tired. Also the questions you all put in your reviews... they'll be answered in chapter three... yay! Well, hope you enjoy the rest of the story...

URG! Stupid computer's screwed up... again... that's why it's not indenting... gack...