" Ron, why?" Hermione would ask me. Always. I Wish I knew. I knew very well what happened that night. But I didn't like talking about it, because that was the night my best friend was lost. I'm not saying that our seventh year was horrible. Many good things happened, like for the first time in my life I realized that Hermione was beautiful and that I loved her. But it wasn't that that made things go bad. It was Harry. Harry and Cho were madly in love, and soon they had found out Cho was pregnant, but that very night, when we were all happy, the worst happened. You Know Who had attacked Hogwarts. It was disastrous, many people were killed, and if they didn't suffer that fate, they were tortured, but never killed. But Harry didn't die, no; he stayed strong and fought, unlike myself who was too scared to do anything. Well I did do some things, but I never said I wasn't scared. We were all scared, I knew that as a fact, mainly because Hermione told me. (Ha Ha.) Then, You Know Who (lets just call him Voldy for now) did a horrible curse. A curse that was unknown to all mankind! In a blink of an eye, Harry had become a faithful server of Voldy! He basically went crazy, and killed a couple of people. After the treacherous massacre, Cho was hysteric with grief, a thousand times worse than she was when Cedric passed. Cho was also too depressed to keep the babies, who turned out to be twins, one boy, and one girl. Cho insisted that gave the boy, James to my newlywed brother Bill, and his wife Phlegm- I mean Fleur. The girl Lily, to my sister Ginny, and her loving husband Neville Longbottom, both children being named after their grandparents. So much has happened in these 11 years. Hermione, who had been training to become an auror, was assigned to become a teacher at Hogwarts. She now teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts. Now for the best part, I am the headmaster! Cho works as a Divination teacher. Isn't that ironic? Yes, you have to agree with me, it is!
Our story begins, not with Hermione asking me, "Why?" again, but with sorting ceremony 11 years after the babies are born.
"Its them." Hermione says, staring into the crowd, Cho bursting into tears.
A note from xXgreendayrocksmasocksXx This was my first story on fan so go easy on me! Just to let you know I'm not a shipper, I just thought this would be a good idea for a fan fic. I hope you liked it, part 2 coming soon!