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A/N: Ok, this time it's not my beta's fault if I haven't updated before, in fact she has been very quick! But this week I had 4 tests at school and I got my driving license two days ago! I'm so happy! Ok, sorry this isn't interesting for you, so I will stop here! Hey, thank you for reviewing! Ah, just a thing, I'm writing a story with the pairing Hermione/Harry, but I need a beta, if there is someone that wants to be my beta, just e-mail me! Thank you very much guys!

To Mleegirl42: Thank you so much for beta reading and for being so quick! I really needed you!

Ginny and Mrs. Weasley at the Grangers

A week after Lilian left for Hogwarts, Hermione woke up with a bad headache. She watched the alarm clock on her bedside table; it was 2 p.m.

She tried to stand up, but the headache didn't let her.

A thin ray of sunlight was entering through the window.

Her head felt very heavy, all she wanted was to go back to sleep.

"Mrs. Weasley, what a wonderful surprise," Hermione heard Mrs. Granger say from downstairs.

'Mrs. Weasley?'

Hermione tried to wake up very quickly, but once she was on her feet she felt a spasm of vomiting.

She sat on the bed again, but after a minute she had to hurry to the bathroom. While she was inside she heard some footsteps on the stairs and a knock on the door.

"Hermione, are you ok?" asked Mr. Granger.

"Yes, dad, I'm fine," she answered bended on the w.c.

"Can you come downstairs? There are some people that want to see you," he asked her.

"Some people? What do you mean, 'some people'?" she asked wiping her mouth.

"We are all in the living room, darling," he added ignoring her question and going downstairs.

Hermione grabbed the washbasin and tried to stand up. When she could be on her feet she washed her face and her mouth several times. Then she headed for her bedroom and dressed herself with a pair of jeans and a sweater.

She made her way on tiptoes to the beginning of the stairs and tried to listen to the voices.

"Would you like some tea, Mrs. Weasley?" her mum was asking.

"Oh yes, thank you Mrs. Granger," the familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley answered.

"Ginny, do you want something to eat?" asked Mrs. Granger from the kitchen.

'Ginny?'

"Oh, well, if you insist, I really would like some turkey with potatoes," she answered with a smile.

"But Ginny, dear, we just had lunch," said Mrs. Weasley.

"I know but I'm still hungry," she said with puppy eyes.

"Well, Ginny, I don't have any turkey here, but I think that my husband can do with a little walk to the supermarket, right darling?"

"Of course, don't worry I'll be back in a minute," Mr. Granger said smiling.

At the same time that Mr. Granger exited his wife entered the living room with four cups of tea and lots of biscuits.

"Mum, can I eat these sweets?" a little girl asked.

"Not all, leave some for me," said Ginny.

'Ok,' thought Hermione 'Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Ginny's daughter, Hagrid told me her name, what is it? Never mind. It won't be so bad I just hope that they won't come here all the days."

Then she made her way to the living room.

When she entered the room the first who saw her was Ginny, who smiled when she spotted Hermione and gently elbowed her mother to make her stop talking with Mrs. Granger.

When Mrs. Weasley spotted Hermione, she sat up quickly causing her mug to fall and crash on the floor.

Hermione was very different from how Mrs. Weasley remembered her; she was still beautiful, with long brown hair and chocolate eyes, but she was paler and thinner than ever, there were two big rings around her eyes and her bones were visible under her skin.

"H-Hermione," stammered Mr. Weasley.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Weasley," she said smiling, "Hi, Ginny."

"Hi, Hermione," Ginny smiled back, "Sorry if I don't sit up like my mum, but you know, it's quite difficult," she added putting a hand on her stomach.

'Of course, Hagrid also told me about her,' she thought.

"Don't worry, Ginny. And this little angel must be your daughter-" she said looking at the little 2-year-old girl that was trying to eat all the sweets that Mrs. Granger put in a box on the table.

"Yes, this – you called her 'Little angel'? Oh gosh, I don't think so, anyway she is Iris."

"Iris Creevey," added the little girl, "And I have this years," she said showing Hermione two fingers.

"You are a very clever girl, Iris," said Hermione with a smile.

Then she made her way to the couch in front of Ginny's and sat down.

Mrs. Weasley was still on her feet.

"Mum, I think that you can sit now," said Ginny.

"Oh, of course," she said.

Ginny took out her wand and muttered "Reparo" pointing it at the floor where the pieces of cup lay.

"Thank you Ginny, dear," said Mrs. Weasley taking the cup.

"You are welcome, mum," she said then turned to Hermione, "So Hermione, what's up?"

"Uh? Nothing, really, my life is so boring," she said without life.

"Hermione, dear, how is my granddaughter going?" asked Mrs. Weasley with a sweet voice.

Hermione wanted to cry, why did she wanted to cry?

"She is alright, I asked Ron to take care of her when – well I don't know if Ron had talked to you about me-"

"No," said Ginny "Ron didn't say a word, luckily Harry told us everything."

Ginny's smile never faded from her face, it was a relaxed smile, something that warmed her hearth.

'Maybe it's the pregnancy,' thought Hermione.

"Oh, well, so he must have told you that at the end of her school year she will stay with Ron, I hope he doesn't live too far away from the Burrow and – what?" she asked seeing a smile on Mrs. Weasley's face.

"Ron and Harry live at the Burrow now," answered Ginny.

'Of course, Hagrid told me about that, too; why do I keep forgetting things?' she thought angrily.

"Oh, yeah, I heard something. Anyway I really hope having Lilian at the Burrow won't be a problem for you," she asked anxiously.

"A problem?" asked Mrs. Weasley shocked, "No, we are so full of children that nobody will notice if there is one more," she smiled.

Hermione smiled weakly back.

"And plus she is your and Ron's daughter, my niece and mum's granddaughter, and Iris' cousin," she added, "Do you really think that she will be a problem?"

Hermione shook her head.

At that very moment Mr. Granger entered the living room with a package and his arm.

"Darling, I bought the turkey," he said handed the package to his wife.

"Very well, how do you want it, Ginny?"

"Hmmm, I don't know, maybe with some ice cream-" she answered thoughtfully.

Hermione stared at her.

"I only have vanilla ice cream, is that ok with you?"

"No!" she said quickly "I mean, no thank you, just cook it with some potatoes, its fine with me."

Mrs. Granger disappeared in the kitchen again.

"Hermione, I need to use the toilet, can you show me where it is?" asked Ginny.

"First door on the right," she said.

"Can you please come with me?" she asked stressing 'please'.

"O-of course."

"Mum, I need the bathroom, too," said Iris.

"Then come with us," answered Ginny, "But I'm going first, I don't think I can wait any longer.

While Ginny was in the bathroom, Iris stared at Hermione.

"What?" Hermione asked her gently.

"You looked very like the girl in the photos in Uncle Ron's bedroom, Aunt Hermione," she said simply.

"A-aunt Hermione?" stammered Hermione.

"My mum said that your name is Hermione and that you are my aunt, aren't you?"

"Yes, my name is Hermione, and the girl in your uncle's bedroom must be me," she said.

At that moment Ginny opened the door of the bathroom and let Iris enter.

"Don't close the door, honey, and if you need help, call me," she said to her daughter.

"Ok."

"Why did you tell her those things?" Hermione asked her.

"Because if she gets closed inside she wouldn't be able to open the door again and-"

"No, I meant why did you tell her about me being her aunt?"

"Because that's what you are," she answered smiling.

"No, I'm not," Hermione answered firmly.

"You are her cousin's mother, you are her aunt."

"I'm not married to Ron."

"It doesn't really count, does it?"

"I don't know," she added doubtfully.

"No, it doesn't. Iris have you finished?" she asked knocking on the door.

"Almost," answered Iris.

"Why did you come?" Hermione asked with a sad look.

"Because it's been eleven years since we've seen you. We missed you. And then mum wanted to try to convince you come at the Burrow with us," she added quickly without looking into her eyes.

"Do you live at the Burrow?"

"Well, Colin, Iris and I are living at the Burrow because of my pregnancy, Colin is at work all the day, so mum helps me with Iris and with everything else. You know Colin owns a photography shop."

"How many people are living at the Burrow right now?"

"Oh, only me, Colin, Iris, mum and dad," she answered excited. If Hermione wanted to know how many people were living at the Burrow maybe, if there weren't too many people, she wanted to come and live there.

"And everybody else?"

"Well, Bill and Fleur and their children are back in Egypt; Charlie and his family are in Romania; Percy and Penelope and their son are living in London near the Ministry of Magic; Fred, George, Angelina and Katie live all together, with their children, in a big house in Hogsmeade, their joke shop is going really well, and Ron and Harry are staying at Hogwarts, so the house is very quiet."

"Iris said that she saw loads of pictures of me in Ron's bedroom," Hermione said with a weak smile.

"His bedroom is covered with your pictures. But Iris shouldn't enter Ron and Harry's bedroom," Ginny said firmly.

"Why?"

"Because it's so dirty! Angelina said that she saw a mouse once, naturally Ron said that it was only Pig, but come on, Pig is too old to be so quick," she said thoughtfully.

Hermione smiled.

Then Iris opened the door, and all the three witches returned in the living room, where Mrs. Weasley and Mrs. Granger were talking in an undertone. When they saw Hermione the stopped and smiled.

"Ginny, dear the turkey is ready, I hope you like French fries," said Mrs. Granger, giving her a plate with some turkey with sauce and French fries.

"Oh, thank you very much, Mrs. Granger," answered Ginny starting to eat.

Hermione felt another spasm of vomiting, but tried not to spew.

"Hermione, dear, your mother and I were talking about you taking a little vacation, what do you think?" said Mrs. Weasley.

"A little vacation?" she asked trying not to be rude.

"Yes, darling. I asked your mum if you could stay at the Burrow with us for a few days," said Mr. Weasley hopefully.

"And did she say yes?"

"Of course I did, Hermione. I thought you would be happy," said her mum fearing that she wasn't very happy.

"Of course I am happy, but I won't go," Hermione said firmly.

"But why? We just want to spend some time with you," asked Mrs. Weasley.

"I know that, but I want to spend my last months of life far away from everything that can remind me of the happy days that I spent with Ron and Harry and your family. I just need some quiet."

"Well, I think that there's nothing we can do to change your mind," said Ginny with a smile. Everybody stared at her. "So it's better if we leave, mum, we still have to go to Diagon Alley to buy some Floo Powder," she said sitting up.

"But Ginny-" Mrs. Weasley started but was cut off by her daughter.

"Mum, lets go, the shops will close very soon," she said moving towards the door.

Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Goodbye Hermione, I hope to see you soon," she said hugging Hermione.

"Me too," Hermione said pretending to really want to see her soon.

"Of course we will see her soon mum," said Ginny with a grin, "Bye Hermione. Mrs. Granger, Mr. Granger. Let's go Iris."

So Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Iris left.

"Ginny why did you say those things? I almost convinced her come," asked Mrs. Weasley sadly.

"No, mum, you didn't. If what Harry said is true and she didn't want to come with Ron, why would she want to come with us," she said simply.

"So what do you think you are going to do?"

"Hmmm, I don't know yet. I think that I just want to make her come closer to magic again in some way. What do you think?"

"That's a wonderful idea, honey! But how?"

"Well, maybe if she remembers how wonderful her world is, she won't be so keen to die," she answered smiling.

At Hogwarts in the meantime Lilian, Josh, Alex and all the Gryffindor and Slytherin were having a normal Care of the Magical Creatures lesson.

It was a normal lesson except for the fact that Hagrid kept looking at Lilian, and she felt his eyes on her every second.

At the end of the lesson she ran at the castle, trying to avoid Hagrid like she did in the last week.

She was trying to avoid Hagrid, Harry, and Ron; of course she had to go to the lessons, but she was the last to come in and the first to leave the class.

Alex and Mark were ok, though. They tried to talk about her mum with her, but when she snapped at them twice, they didn't keep up the subject.

Harry was the only one that didn't try to talk to her. He always said 'Hi' to her when they met in the corridors, and smiled to her; but he never asked her for a word.

Ron on the other hand was trying to talk to her every time that he saw her.

And Lilian kept running away from him.

But after a week he finally caught her right out of the Gryffindor Tower.

Lilian was going to the library like every day when she met her father right in front of the Fat Lady.

She stopped and looked at him.

"So, it's true," Ron said "You exit every day at the same hour."

"Were you waiting for me, Professor Weasley?" she asked coolly.

Ron shuddered.

"Yes, Lilian. I was waiting for you. I want to talk to you," he said.

"Why?" she asked starting to walk towards the library.

"Because," Ron said following her "I'm your father and I have some things to tell you."

"Like what?" she asked without stopping.

"Like why do you call me that?"

"What? Professor Weasley? Because it's what you are. My Transfiguration professor," she said sharply.

"But I'm also your father," he added.

Lilian was going to say something back at her father when she saw Snape coming from the other direction.

"I-I have to go, now," said Ron very nervously looking at Snape, "I'll talk to you later, ok?" he said stepping towards Snape and leaving behind a very confused Lilian.

"Professor Snape!" Ron called him.

Snape stopped walking and rolled his eyes.

"What do you want, Professor Weasley?" he asked in a very forced calm voice.

"Have you got a moment?" Ron asked with an imploring face.

"Well no, I was just going to-"

"Wonderful, thank you," Ron cut him off, "Can we talk in your office?"

Snape breathed and counted till ten in his head then forced something that should have been a smile and answered gritting his teeth "Of course."

They walked till his office's door in the dungeons.

"Please, don't watch," asked Snape.

"What? Oh, come on, I'm no longer a student, Snape. Even if I know how to open your office I won't open it," answered Ron with a big grin.

Snape closed his eyes and, trying not to take out his wand and shout an Unforgivable Course at Ron, opened the door.

"What do you want, Professor Weasley?" he asked again, trying not to stress the fact that he had to spend some more time with Ron and Harry after that terrible seven years at school.

"Well, Snape I-"

Snape coughed something that sounded oddly like 'Professor Snape'.

"What?" asked Ron.

"Nothing," he answered quickly.

"Hmmm, ok. Well, I was going say that since you are working against You-know-who as a sneak for Dumbledore, well, you know-"

"Yes?" Snape asked raising his eyebrow.

"I was wondering if you could teach me some Dark Arts," Ron said very quickly.

Snape's eyes widened, "What?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know I wanted to know how to do dark stuff-"

"Dark stuff? And exactly what do you want to learn?" he asked sharply.

"How to stop the death or something like that," he answered slowly.

Snape looked at him, "Weasley, do you want to learn Dark Arts to save Miss Granger's life, don't you?"

"How do you know?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well, I'm one of the men that Dumbledore trusts most," he answered very quietly.

"Dumbledore knows that Hermione is here and-"

"And that she is going to die? Yes, he knows loads of things," Snape finished for him.

Ron thought at what he heard for a moment. Dumbledore and Snape knew loads of other stuff about Hermione; that was great. Now he could have asked Dumbledore or other powerful wizards and witches to help him.

Snape had his eyes on Ron's. After a while of staring Ron felt his head hurting. And he fell on the floor.

"Nobody will help you, Weasley. Good wizards and witches don't use Dark Arts, and I think that if you ask the Dark Lord to help you, you'll find yourself on the floor as a pile of dust," Snape said without changing expression.

"Don't use Legilimency on me again," Ron said trying to stand on his feet.

"I won't. But I had to use it this time. I had to know what you were planning on doing."

"What?" asked Ron bemused.

"You cannot use Dark Arts. You are an Auror," he said in a matter of fact voice, "And even then, Miss Granger won't forgive you for using Dark Arts."

"I'll save her life, of course she'll forgive me," Ron said bitterly.

"I don't think so, anyway you are wasting your time; I won't teach you the Dark Arts."

And with that Snape's office's door burst open and Ron was pulled outside.

The door closed with a bang and Ron stared at it, knowing that he had to change strategy.