Well this is my last chapter and I hope you like it. But thanks to all who took the time to tell me there thoughts. And thanks for the support.
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"One more second", Hermione said
She looked down on her daughter one more moment. Could she really leave her forever? Could she really leave Ron forever? If she did stay as a spirit on earth she could be there for them. She could still love them...
Without warning the world around Hermione drifted away and she was someplace new. She was in a room she had never seen before. It looked like a small sitting room. It was nicely decorated. The colors of the furniture and wallpaper blended nicely. Hermione could smell the freshly cut roses that sat on a nearby table.
When she looked on the wall across from her she saw a picture of a young girl in Gryffindor robes. After staring at it for a few seconds Hermione drew in all her breath. It was Grace. She had long red hair and her light brown eyes. She was smiling back and waving in front of Hogwarts. She had to be about 16 in the picture. She still had the same nose as Ron. She was in the future. But who's future? A future that she was still in? Why would this guide torture her with premonitions of the future she would never be in? Or perhaps it was a future with her as a ghost.
But where was everybody?
Hermione walked through the door to be led into a long hallway. Randomly she walked in and out of rooms. Finally she saw a servant in the kitchen so Hermione walked in. Silently she worked and Hermione was about to leave until another servant came in and struck up a conversation.
"I love the holidays", said the young servant
"After we're done here I'm going home to wrap Adam's Christmas presents. He's been looking forward to this for so long. I'm so glad Mr. Weasley gave me this job because I couldn't bear to see Adam's sad eyes last Christmas. Me, his own mother, couldn't afford to give him more then 2 things. But oh no he will be showered with toys this year.", said the older woman mopping up the floor
"How nice. Give Adam a hug from me. I'll be sure to be over Christmas Day."
"Oh that'll be wonderful", she said checking on something in the oven
"So wait how many people are we putting out plates for", asked the younger women
"Let's see Grace should be arriving today because of Holiday break. And that's it besides Mr. and Mrs. Weasley of course. Mr. Weasley didn't mention any more of his family coming", she said while sprinkling some spice in a stew
So I am in this future, thought Hermione.
But why was she being shown this?
Puzzled, Hermione walked out of the room and wandered into another room. There she saw many pictures of the Weasley family and there offspring. One picture had a beautiful blonde little girl who Hermione thought instantly was Bill and Fleur's child. Hermione laughed as she saw the picture with the entire Weasley family and the sea of red everywhere. They were like penguins, it was hard to tell who was who from a distance.
A bang caught Hermione's attention and she thought it must have been a door. So she started to walk towards it. When she walked into the room she saw Ron and Grace hugging. A trunk was at there feet. Grace had just gotten home from Hogwarts.
"Sorry I couldn't pick you up I had some paper work that I needed to finish by today. I'm glad the ministry sent someone out to pick you up though. So how was the trip?", Ron asked levitating her trunk into a nearby closet
"Same as ever. But Cynthia and I got in a fight with some Slytherins and, well, let's just say those Slytherin's parents are going to have trouble recognizing them", finished Grace with a huge grin on her face
"Grace what did I tell you about dueling in school", Ron said giving her a stern look
"Oh c'mon Dad the Slytherins are all brutes. Besides, it's not like you never got in fights with them", she said giving him a sly smile
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked
"Well, the way uncle Harry tells it you were one with a hot-head. Always getting into fights with Slytherins was the way he put it", Grace said flopping down on the couch
Hermione started to giggle at the way Ron's ears started to redden.
"Well, you tell your uncle that he's one to talk. If there was anyone as rebellious and combative it was him. Besides we're getting way off topic here young lady-"
"He told me about this one time you stood up for mum. Someone called her a Mudblood and you stood up for her." said Grace smiling
Ron grew silent and watched as Grace left to go to the bathroom. Then he looked up at the ceiling and ran his hand through his hair. As he walked out the room Hermione heard him mumbling.
"I swear I'm going to kill Harry. I try to discipline my daughter and he goes off telling her stories. He was the one to get kicked off of the quidditch team for attacking Malfoy along with my brothers. But no I'm the savage. I'll kill Potter when I see him later on"
Hermione laughed at the two. She was happy that Grace was so strong. She knew how to stand up for herself.
Hermione followed Ron while he called Grace for dinner. They both sat down and she wandered where herself was.
"Will Mrs. Weasley be here for dinner", asked a servant putting out rolls
"She's going to be late. She has a lot of work", Ron said
"Is she still working on getting the nifflers rounded up and out of London?" asked Grace buttering a roll
"Yeah ever since they got loose they've been multiplying like crazy. So she's been working some overtime at the ministry", he said
Hermione thought it a bit strange that she was doing such lame things at the ministry. She always imagined herself doing bigger things.
Well, she thought to herself, the wizarding world must be at peace.
"So we did some great things in Potions this year. Professor Cantlebury is so great. She knows how to make potions that make you invisible for one hour. Of course she wouldn't give us any but she gave some to her pet ferret." Grace said eating
"Really I'm glad you're starting to have an interest in something", said Ron
"Yeah, how did you like Potions dad?" asked Grace
Ron snorted in his pea soup by accident.
"Well, um, let's just say it wasn't my greatest subject", he said
Hermione looked on from a corner just enjoying it all. It was so surreal. Two seconds ago her daughter was 8 and here she was almost an adult. But she grew up. And she was fine. That's what counts most.
"So I received a letter from the school saying there's going to be a spring dance." Ron said raising an eyebrow
"Oh yeah, it should be so much fun, but"she started
"But?"
"I don't have anything to wear." said Grace quickly
"Of course! Whenever you're around I spend a arm and a leg." he paused and looked at her pouting lip, "Of course I'll give you money for a dress"
"Oh thank you so much Dad!" she said cheerfully
Hermione remembered him saying once when Grace was 3 that he knew a teenage girl would be expensive and, well, he was right.
"So are you- are you- going- with- going with- a- another-ah- gender" he said stumbling over his words
Grace looked at him strangely for a moment trying to figure out what he said.
"Oh! A boy? Of course. I mean hopefully. It's early now and no one has asked anyone yet." she said laughing at her fathers face
"Good then there's still hope that you'll go with just your friends", Ron said
Grace rolled her eyes and something caught her attention. The door shut and someone came in. This was the moment. Hermione was going to see herself possibly wrinkled.
"Hello Mrs. Weasley. Dinner has been served but everything is waiting on the table for you", Hermione heard the servant say to her outside the room
The door swung open and there stood some woman.
Hermione stared at her for a moment and wondered who she was. She was tall with blonde hair. She was beautiful with a small figure. She was a bit aged in the face but had to be late 30's. Ron got up and kissed her on the mouth.
Hermione stood there dumbfounded.
What?
Mrs. Weasley?
She was Mrs. Weasley!
Not her.
Then it hit Hermione. This was a future without her. Ron got remarried. She was forgotten. Gone.
A tombstone.
Hermione sat silently as the woman sat down and chatted with HER daughter and HER husband. She ran out of the room to get away from her. She came into the hallway that was adorned with wedding pictures of Ron and Her. All the people were smiling. Even Grace. She was a bridesmaid and was smiling back in a picture that all 3 were standing in. Even Harry shared a picture with Her and Ron.
Hermione stared blankly at the pictures and made her way silently back to the dining room. Dinner was over and Ron and Her were snuggled up on the couch. Hermione couldn't stand to see them as they laughed and talked happily. So she followed Grace into her room. Hermione watched as her daughter unpacked her trunk.
How could she be so stupid? Why would she be shown a future with herself in it.
YOU'RE DEAD, she screamed throughout the room
The words were so foreign. Yet so familiar.
You're not apart of this world anymore, she thought to herself.
From across the room a flash caught Hermione's eye. Grace was holding a picture she just pulled out of her trunk. Curious, Hermione walked over to see what it was. It was a picture of Hermione and Grace. Ron took the picture just a week before, well, all this happened. It was the two of them whirling around in an open field by the Weasley house. They were spinning and spinning and would fall and laugh. Hermione felt the tears burning in her eyes.
She hasn't forgotten you, she thought to herself.
Grace placed the picture on her night stand and looked at it for a moment then went on with unpacking.
Then without warning Hermione felt a pulling sensation from her neck. She hit a hard cold white floor. She was back in the vast whiteness that scared her once before.
"Hermione Weasley I told you once you had a choice. Would you like to remain on this earth as a spirit or move on to the afterlife?" said the voice from above
Did she want to stay and be with her family in spirit? She didn't know what she wanted now. Poor Grace. Poor Ron.
No, she thought to herself.
She couldn't.
It would be selfish to stay and be a constant reminder of something nobody could ever touch. To be a ghost that would haunt Ron of something he thinks he could have prevented. With her there Ron would never move on. He was happy in the future and that's all that counts. Grace has Ron and his wife to support her. If there be would any reason for Hermione to stay it was for her own selfish reasons She never took into account of Ron actually being happy with someone else. He would make any women happy. The perfect husband.
But she knew she had to let go. There was a reason you were shown the future, she thought to herself.
It was to show that life does go on and people heal. Ron and Grace would never heal if she lingered around them. So Hermione knew what she needed to do. To let go once and for all.
So Hermione straightened herself up and put her head up.
"I'm ready to cross over", she whispered
And as the light in front of her blinded her she only had one thought crossing through her mind. Something a wise man once said.
Death is but the next great adventure...
Fin
I hope you guys liked this ending. I considered some but I felt this one was the right one. So leave a review and tell me how you feel. And thanks for reading. :)