A/N: Okay, here I am again. What a quickie I am. Oh, thank you to all of my reviewers. Especially the ones who got the father right… should I tell you who it is now… nah, you've gotta read this chapter first!

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Chapter Two: Your Family

Sophia Granger was once again sitting at her kitchen table, confused. This time, she was even more confused than last time, and yes, it was all because of her mother. Stupid Hermione.

Sophia did absolutely nothing last night. She was very bored, so she went to bed very early. She woke up in the middle of the night. She couldn't get back to sleep, so she decided to get a glass of water.

She tiptoed across the kitchen. She stopped when she noticed something. A noise was coming from the living room.

Sophia quietly made her way to the living room and poked her head inside of it. She almost gasped at what she saw.

Hermione Granger was sitting on the couch in their living room with the photo album from the trunk, crying.

No, she wasn't just crying, she was sobbing.

So, a very confused Sophia decided not to disturb her mother and went back to bed instead.

Hermione was very tired last night. She knew that she had to tell Sophia about the Weasley's, though, and to do that, she would have to get out the trunk. So she decided to look through the trunk after Sophia was in bed.

She pulled out the item on top, which was the photo album.

The first picture was one of Hermione and Ron, holding hands in their cap and gowns on graduation day.

"Congratulations, Hermione!" said Fred Weasley, coming over and giving her a hug.

She smiled. "Thanks, Fred. That means so much coming from a guy who thinks school is a place for advertising only."

Fred grinned at her.

Hermione walked over to her parents and hugged them both. "We're so proud of you, baby girl," her mother told her.

"Thanks, mum," replied Hermione.

Someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder, and she turned around.

"Ron?" she questioned.

"Hermione. We need to talk. Come with me."

So the two of them walked out of the Great Hall. They stood under the tree by the lake where Harry had first seen James in his fifth year. Ron kneeled.

"Hermione Jane Granger. I love you so much. Would you be my wife?"

A million thoughts were going through Hermione's head, including one of a night she had not so long ago with a red haired Weasley. She felt slightly guilty about that night, but the though of that was not enough to keep her from anwsering her lover.

"Of course!"

So they were engaged.

"Why did you leave him?" Hermione asked herself through her tears. "You would've been so happy." And then she remembered.

It was the night of the Final Battle. Harry and Voldemort were fighting their own duel, and they were almost finished. It looked like Harry was on top, but Hermione couldn't watch them for long.

She saw Mrs. Weasley being hit with a curse by Lucious Malfoy not too far away from her. She ran over to them.

"Mrs. Weasley! Mrs. Weasley are you all right?" she screamed.

Mrs. Weasley stirred a little bit, but she was cut off by Lucious Malfoy.

"If she is now, she won't be in a minute!"

Hermione stood up and yelled, "No! I won't let you hurt her!"

But it was too late. Malfoy sent a curse flying at Mrs. Weasley, who crumpled on the ground at Hermione's feet.

Suddenly, there was a shout, and all of the Death Eater's disapparated. Hermione knew that it was finally over, Harry had won. They had won. But she wasn't concerned about winning right now. She leaned over Mrs. Weasley.

Hermione heard footsteps approaching her very fast. She looked up and saw Ron and Harry running towards her.

"Hermione, are you al-" Ron started, and then stopped.

He stood, chalk white, looking at his mother.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" he exclaimed. "You killed her!"


"Ron," started Hermione in a very small voice, and then she stopped. He was right. She had killed Mrs. Weasley. She was too slow. She hadn't saved her. This was all her fault.

Then again, maybe she wasn't dead. Maybe this was all a mistake. Maybe-

Who was she kidding?

"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly, and then disapparated to her parents house, packed her bags, and left forever.

"Oh, yeah. That's why I left. Poor Mrs. Weasley. Damn Ron's temper. Uh!"

A month after the Final Battle, Hermione had found out that she was pregnant because of that night with the Weasley that had made her feel guilty a lot.

She then had Sophia.

After Hermione had finished looking at all of the pictures, she picked up the next thing in the box. A photo of all the Weasley Family, standing together, plus Hermione and Harry.

In order: Arthur, Molly, Charlie, Bill, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione. The Hermione looking at the picture cried a little more, and put that down too.

The next thing in the trunk was her old school robes. She picked them up, dried her tears with them, and set them down, remembering Hogwarts.

The next thing was her first wand. She carried her second wand around with her. The wand in this trunk was her first wand, her school wand. She waved it around and said the first thing that came to her mind.

"Wingardium Leviousa!" she pointed the wand at one of Sophia's dolls that was laying on the floor. When she looked at the doll, she started crying again.

It was a troll doll. She remembered the time in first year when Harry and Ron had became her best friends. They had knocked out a full grown mountain troll using that spell.

She laughed a little through her tears now. This was very painful for her, and she would have to do it all again tomorrow, without the tears, for her daughter.

The next two things that Hermione pulled out were her Head Girl badge and her Prefect badge. She didn't cry over these, but she did sit there, remembering the moment she got both of the letters telling her she was these things, both times at the Burrow, with the whole Weasley family.

The last thing that she took out of the trunk made her cry the hardest and the longest.

It was a snapshot of Harry and Ron standing outside of the Shrieking Shack in their third year. It was mid December, and it was freezing out, Hermione remembered that.

Across the blown- up picture, Ron had written, "We will always love you, Mione."

The next morning, she woke up Sophia and decided to explain this whole thing.

"First of all, you aren't just a normal girl. You are a witch. A real witch, and you are from London."

Sophia gasped and looked up at her mother. Hermione did a charm with her old wand to prove to Sophia that it was true.

"Wow," said Sophia.

"Wow is right. Next, you have a big, no a HUGE family. But none of them have any idea that you exsist. Sorry about that, that's really my fault."

"Okay. What else? And who is in my family, if it's so huge? And where at in London are we from?"

Hermione laughed. "Calm down there, little one. I'll answer each question when I can, okay?"

So Hermione spent all morning telling Sophia all about the Wizarding World. While explaining about Hogsmeade, she thought for a moment and then made a very hard decison.

"Would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? We can go to Honeydukes and the Shrieking Shack and get a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks. I'll take you up to Hogwarts and you can meet Professor Dumbledore. I think he'll be expecting us anyways, knowing him. And then, after that, I'll ask him where your aunt Ginny is and we can introduce you. Does that sound good?" asked Hermione.

"YES!" shouted the very excited six year old.

"Here's the one rule: We are not going to meet your father. Not just yet, anyways. I don't think I'm ready. I'll tell Ginny not to tell him about us; I think she'll listen. Kapeesh?" asked Hermione.

"Kapeesh," replied Sophia.

Next, Hermione took out the photo of all of the Weasley family.

"Okay, Soph, this is your family. Take this picture, and I'll explain who everyone is. Okay?"

"Okay."

"First off, probably almost all of these men are married by now. They are your uncles. From the left are: Your Grandpa Arthur, Grandma Molly, Uncle Charlie, Uncle Bill, Uncle Percy, Uncle Fred, Uncle George, your father, Aunt Ginny, and Harry Potter."

"Wowza! I do have a big family!" said the amazed Sophia. To her, it had always just been her and Hermione. Now, she was being introduced to a whole other side of herself. And she loved it.

"Yes, you do. Oh, and by the way. Your full name is Sophia Lalaine Molly Weasley Granger. Sorry it's so long. But it is very pretty."

"I love it! I've always wanted a long name, anyways! OH, Mommy, this is so cool! I can't wait until tomorrow."

"Me, neither, babe, me neither."

"One more question, Mommy."

"Yes?"

"What is my Daddy's name?"

"Ron. Ron Weasley."

A/N: OK. QUESTION OF THE DAY: IS MOLLY ALIVE OR DEAD? YOU TELL ME IN YOUR REVIEWS, I'LL TELL YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. FAIR ENOUGH?

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