Disclaimer: I own this PEPSI can on my desk and that's about it seeing as I'm not 18 yet! Oh yeah I also own Joan!

Just to inform you: Hermione CANT keep in touch with her friends for her own and their safety! Now ON WITH THE SHOW (OR STORY)

"Mummy," a little girl of 5 shook her mother. "Mummy, wake up. Please, it's my birthday, mum."

The girl in question just turned 5 this morning. She had semi-bright and bushy red hair down to her mid-back with a few brown streaks here and there. Her eyes, which were fixed intently on her mother at the moment, were a bright topaz blue.

Her 24 year old mother was sleeping peacefully at the moment. She had brown, bushy hair, just like her daughters, and honey brown eyes which were closed for the time being. Or until she felt something pounce on her.

"Mum-my. Wake. Up. Now." The little girl, also known as Joan, said as she jumped up and down on her mothers queen sized bed.

Her mother, Hermione, groaned and sat up. "Alright, alright I'm up."

"I want my presents, NOW." Joan complained, but with a stern look from her mother added, "please?"

Hermione chuckled. "What do you want first? Your present or your story?" It had become a kind of tradition since the little girl had turned 3 that she got a story about her father every year on her birthday.

"Umm…" Joan thought, "My present first."

Hermione was startled, usually Joan wanted to hear about her father first. "Why the change of mind?"

"This way I won't think about what my gift might be and I'll listen better," was the young ones reply.

"Your so smart, you know that?" Hermione tickled her daughter, her world, for a few minutes.

"Mummy," Joan laughed. "I want my present… giggle… please."

"Okay," Hermione went into her closet and grabbed a very well wrapped gift (what do expect with magic? Joan knows about the wizarding world by the way).

Joan ripped off the paper to reveal a miniature broom (like the ones it the 4th book that only rise like 3 ft off the ground). The 5 year old gasped. Can I try it out, Mummy? Please?"

"Don't you want to hear your story?" Hermione inquired.

"Just 5 minutes, please," Joan begged.

"Go get dressed first and only in the backyard, we don't want any Muggles to get suspicious."

"Yes Mummy," she answered before bolting upstairs.

Hermione changed and went into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Joan came down 5 minutes later in jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Putting her shoes on as she walked.

"Hold it right there young lady," Hermione ordered. "Eat first."

"But mum…," Joan whined, but thought better of it and sat down.

Once they were both done Joan ran out the back door.

"Be careful sweetheart, ok?"

"Yes, Mum," Joan answered in a bored voice. It only rose 3 feet for goodness sakes.

Joan pushed off the ground just the right way. Even though the broom didn't go that high you could tell Joan had a talent for flying.

Just like her father. Hermione thought.

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After watching Joan fly for around half an hour Hermione made herself call her daughter inside.

"Ok, the story," Hermione said when they had sat down in the living room.

Joan had a glint in her eyes; this was her favorite part about her birthday.

"What have I told you so far?" Hermione asked so as not to repeat anything.

"Well," Joan thought. "How you and daddy and your friend fought all the obstacles to get the pretty stone and how you and daddy and your friend became friends, by fighting the troll right?"

"That's right, now lets see," Hermione said trying to think of a good story for her daughter.

"Got one," Joan clapped her hands and crawled onto her moms lap. "Your father has lots and lots of siblings. He has 5 brothers and 1 sister. His sister is a year younger than me, but we were still really good friends. Well his sister always knew your father and I would hook up. Everyone did except your father and me, of course. Well, one night after daddy and I had fought she pulled me aside and talked to me. She told that she knew he was in love with me and that he was just acting the way he was because of how he felt. Well, I didn't believe her so she got one of my friends to lend me his invisibility cloak so I could spy on them while they questioned your dad. Well, at first he denied the whole thing and I was sort of hurt, but then he just blurted out his true feelings."

"Did he love you?" Joan asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, he said he had loved me since we were 12, we were 16 at the time. He blushed so much his legs turned red, he was so funny. I had to run out of the room so I wouldn't laugh and blow my cover. Later that year we started dating and we've always loved each other since."

"Wow," Joan cooed. "That's so romantic, and funny." She laughed out the last part.

"Yeah, he could always make me laugh," Hermione reminisced.

"Mummy?" Joan asked, her mother had a far away look and it was scaring Joan. "Mummy, are you ok? You look weird."

"Huh," Hermione was pulled from her memories and back to life. "Oh yeah honey, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Ok mummy," Joan said. "Are we gonna bake a cake or buy one this year, Mum?"

"Let's make one, but I have to go to the store to get some eggs."

"Ok, can I go to Sandra's house?" Joan asked. Sandra was Hermione's friend, she had a 4 year old daughter, Kay, and a son, who was 1, named Brian.

"Sure, just let me call them," Hermione said.

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"Thank you so much Sandra, I should be back with in an hour," Hermione thanked he friend.

"It's no problem at all Hermione, we'll keep Joan busy on her birthday for a while," Sandra replied.

"Joan, I'll be back soon," Hermione called.

"Okay mum," Joan called from Kay's room. "I love you mummy."

"Love you too sweetie," Hermione called, then got into her car and drove to the local store.

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Hermione walked around the store getting other things they needed, and didn't need. She was walking down the frozen food isle when she heard a woman laugh, it sounded so familiar. Her heart wrenched, it sounded like Ginny's laugh. Almost exactly the same, but it couldn't be; Ginny was in England fighting the Dark Lord with Harry and Ron.

Hermione turned around to look at the happy couple.

That's strange, Hermione thought, she was looking at their backs because they were facing the other direction looking at what looked like frozen pizza's. The girl has red hair, and the young man has very messy black hair, just like Ginny and Harry. No, it couldn't be. Hermione scolded herself for thinking such farfetched things.

Hermione could have sworn she heard the girl shriek "Stop it, Harry," when the boy reached over to tickle her playfully. Hermione turned around again and nearly fainted at what she saw: a young man of about 24 with jet black hair that was messy all over and startling emerald green eyes slightly hidden by round glasses. Under the mess of hair she could barely make out a lighting bolt shaped scar. The girl looked to be a little younger than him with hair so red you could spot it a mile away that was pulled up into a high pony tail. Her eyes were a bright blue and sparkled with happiness.

"Ginny? Harry?" Hermione whispered to herself, not at all surprised that they didn't hear her.

Hermione walked towards them in a trance like state of mind. When the couple noticed they had an audience they stopped goofing around.

"Can we help-," The girl started, but then cut off. "Her-Hermione?" She asked.

"Ginny? Harry?" Hermione couldn't talk above a whisper. "Is it really you?"

Ginny nodded, then flung herself at Hermione and burst into tears.

"I've missed you so much," Ginny and Hermione wept at the same time.

When Hermione pulled herself away from Ginny she hugged Harry as hard as she could.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked. Tearing up slightly.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked.

Harry, who was quicker at composing himself, answered. "Next isle over," he pointed.

Hermione walked towards where Harry was pointing, linking arms with Ginny.

"Hey Harry," Ron called, not turning around. His hair is as red as ever. Hermione thought to herself.

"Do you think these are any good?" He asked, still not turning around, holding a box of fudge bars.

"Yeah, I was just thinking of buying a box myself," Hermione said to his back.

Ron dropped the box and slowly spun around at the sound of her voice. When he saw who it was he picked Hermione up and spun her around all the while kissing her as much as he could.

Hermione never left his arms when he put her down and asked her, "Is it really you?"

"Yeah, it's me. I promise." Hermione had tears in her eyes and they were streaming down her face.

"Sweetie," Ron whispered. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I'm j-just so h-happy to see a-all of you." Hermione wept.

End Chapter!

(INFO: Hermione never told Joan Ron's Ginny's or Harry's names)