Disclaimer: Well, my Christmas wish is to own Harry Potter. Santa isn't in a giving mood this year is he? Well, I could settle with the Gryffindor/ Slytherin messenger bag but I can't find it anywhere. Maybe Santa will give me that. All in all, I DON'T own Harry Potter or the masterpieces of JK Rowling.

CHAPTER 6!

The next morning, when Hermione awoke, she temporarily forgot where she was.

This isn't my room. My room is white with a boring comforter that has ugly 'flowers' on it. Where am –

"Hermione," Ron knocked on the door. "Are you awake?"

Oh yeah, I'm at Ron's place. "Yeah, I'm awake," she shouted through the door.

As Ron opened the door Hermione realized she wasn't impressively clad in her grey sweat pants and worn T-shirt. She pulled the covers up to her chin and gave Ron a questioning look. What did he want that was in her room? Ok, his guest room.

"What's up, Ron?" she asked.

"Well, I was wondering, considering if you were awake or not, if you wanted to help me make breakfast. I'm not the best cook in the world," he admitted.

Hermione giggled at this, remembering the fiasco one year at the Burrow; Ron had attempted to make breakfast for Mrs. Weasley on Mother's Day. Hermione, whose parents had been killed before she left, but during the war, had to clean the kitchen and help him with breakfast. The kitchen took up most of her time though and they had to settle with toast, eggs and tea.

She got out of bed and remembered to late how she looked. She tried to jump back in bed, but Ron grabbed her arm and held tight.

"If it makes any difference; I really like the way you look in sweats," with that opinion stated he captured her lips in a wonderful kiss full of passion. Hermione was lost in the moment; until, that is, Joan woke up.

"G' morning mummy," the little girl greeted.

The two jumped apart so fast you would have thought one of them was an electricity jack and the other had stuck a fork into it while still holding on.

"So… um… breakfast?" Ron looked guiltily at Hermione.

"Yeah, of- of course," she stuttered.

The rest of the morning was interesting to say the least, the very least. Breakfast was only toast, package muffins, and tea. Yet the kitchen looked as if a bomb had been hidden in a bag of flour and exploded. Hermione pushed the other two out of the kitchen and preformed a top to bottom cleaning; she was busy cleaning all morning and napping all afternoon on her first real day back to England.

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"Hermione," Ron called through her door, it was 11:30am and she was still sleeping.

Ron opened her door to see the love of his life sleeping soundly. He hated having to wake her from the peaceful slumber, but if he didn't they would be late for dinner at his parents house.

Everyone was joining at the Burrow again for dinner, just a get together. Molly loved bring the family together just to bring them together.

He sat on her bed and rubbed circles on her back, trying to wake her without startling her. He was beginning to see that this wasn't going to work when Joan came running in.

Before he could stop her, his 5 year old daughter pounced on her mother's bed only to be tickled by said mother for her 'wrong doings'.

"You had to bring in the big guns didn't you?" Hermione looked at Ron.

"Hey," Rod said standing up and putting his hands in front of him in the 'put your hands up' position. "She came in on her own, but I'm quite glad she did 'cause we have dinner at my mum's remember. It's noon now."

"NOON?" Hermione screeched.

She pushed her daughter and love out of her room to quickly dress and get ready. As both who were subject to her little break down were walking away they heard: "JOAN BRUSH YOUR HAIR!" coming through the door.

"I'll help you if you like," Ron offered the little girl.

She merely nodded and ran to the washroom to get her hair brush.

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Dinner at the Weasley's was the same as usual. Everyone was there and dinner was suburb. The adults stayed and talked in the kitchen after dinner with tea all around while the kids went upstairs to play with the games and have fun with their cousins.

Dinner had ended around 7:30 and now it was about an hour later; Hermione didn't think any of the children would be sleeping or sitting still now that she thought about it. She had gotten up to go make sure all was fine upstairs when Ron held her back.

"They're all fine, I promise. Relax nothings wrong; a blue light would shine over the ceiling if something was. Don't worry, ok?"

Hermione nodded her consent and sat back down getting engulfed in the conversation.

Claire was telling them all about her delicious homemade corn muffins and they were all listening eagerly, the girls were anyway.

The guy's had their own conversation going. It was about Quidditch, real shocker there.

None of them seemed to notice the blue ceiling above their heads.

Upstairs 8:30

"What should we do?" Sam asked her older cousins. "I'm bored," she complained.

"How 'bout a puzzle?" David suggested.

"No," everyone coursed.

"Let's play a game," Olivia offered.

"Ok, what game," the twins, Jackie and Kate asked at the same time.

"Um… hide and seek!" Joan shouted.

"Yeah," Olivia agreed.

"Sounds fun," The twins and Sam said at the same time.

Every one of them looked at David.

"What? No way, I don't want to be it!" David exclaimed.

"Pleeeease?" all the girls begged.

He couldn't hold in the 'ok' he's only 3!

They had been playing for a while and David still couldn't find Joan, no one would help him either. He'd been looking for the whole game and once every one else was found they all left the play room so they wouldn't give away Joan's ingenious hiding spot.

David looked in the toy box, again, and she wasn't there (not that he had expected her to be), then he looked in closets, under cots and blankets finally he sat down, about to shout that he accepted loss when he heard a distinct thump coming from inside the closet. He had looked there, though.

David was of course terrified. He called in his family and asked them to look with him. He pulled back the closet door and looked around; nothing.

Then, something red, the color of Joan's sweater, caught his eye from the ground. He looked down and couldn't even scream, it seemed no one else could either.

Lying there was his newest cousin's body, chest rising and falling slowly, the smallest tinge, yet still visible, color of blue and eyes shut.

WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS NEW COUSIN?

Finally, Olivia gained movement and ran as fast as her five year old legs would go. She started screaming and weeping.

"MUMMY!" she screamed as loudly as she could. "MUMMY, DADDY COME HERE!" she screamed and ran at the same time. She heard thunders coming from the kitchen as all the adults got up fast as they heard her cries but she didn't stop.

"Come quick," she pleaded with the adult portion of her family. "It's… J… Joan…" her breath caught in her throat from the sprint.

Fred picked up his daughter and they all ran upstairs; Hermione and Ron leading.

They reached the play room and Hermione nearly fainted; the kids had pulled her daughter out on to the floor and her head was resting in Jackie's lap. She was blue and almost unmoving.

"What happened?" she managed to croak out.

"We… we don't know," David was crying on the floor. "We were playing hide and seek, I heard something from the closet and went to see if it was her. She was just lying there. I'm sorry." The little boy's eyes held fear, sadness and pleading.

"No, no David," Ron knelt down next to the boy. "It's not your fault."

Hermione ran over to her daughter and carefully picked her up.

"She just fell over?" Mr. Weasley asked the children. They all nodded in unison.

"I'm going to Mungo's," Hermione told everyone still looking at her daughter. She was telling them without acknowledging anyone. In a trance like state she walked out of the room.

What happened? How did this happen? It can't be a natural faint because she would have woken up by now. What am I going to do? Hermione questioned herself.

She walked downstairs and into the sitting room, she was just about to throw floo powder into the fireplace when Ron grabbed her arm.

"I'm going with you," he said looking into her eyes.

Hermione merely nodded and stepped into the fireplace. "Saint Mungo's" she yelled loud and clear. She was immediately engulfed in green flames and spun round and round while clutching her daughter for dear life.