((A/N: Hey everyone, it's Leahsa. And yes, I started a new story. I've decided to take down my other stories for now and focus on this one, as I have the most ideas for this one. I'd like to actually finish one story this time before starting another... Enjoy))

Differential

Bright Chocolate brown eye's filled with unshed tears as a mature young women stared down at the semi-freshly dug grave of one of her best friends, Harry James Potter. Slowly moisture tickled from her eye's and then continued on to make two small rivers on her pale cheeks. With a strangled cry she collapsed beside the tombstone in a full blown sob. Harry had been buried now for nearly six months, and Hermione knew she should have come to terms with his passing by now, but she hadn't, she just couldn't.

Her friends and family worried for her, she knew that also. Since the day they had buried him, many months before she had barly said a word, eaten, or left her bed, except to come here. And today she was finally ready. Finally ready to say goodbye.

Through Tear filled eye's Hermione sniffed and reached out, touching the tombstone. The stone was cool under her gentle hand as she traced the carver letters, then thought back to the one who had caused this to happen in the first place. A murdered. Voldemorte. The only thing that consoled Hermione throughout the whole thing was the fact that Harry had died a hero's death, killing the dark lord, but also killing himself also. One could not live while the other survived, so as soon as Voldemorte had fallen at the Great War, Harry fell to.

Shaking her head, she pushed the thought away and closed her eyes while taking a deep calming breath, then began to speak in a whisper. Finally she stood wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. A branch snapped behind her as someone approached. Turning she smiled weakly, the figure smiled back, then opened his arms for her to enter into his embrace, which she did so quickly, and gratefully.

"You Okay Mione?" asked the man, stroaking her hair soothingly. She looked up and nodded,

"Yeah Ron... I'm alright" Hermione said giving the man a gentle squeeze. The man was also her other best friend, Ronald Weasley. Without another word he steered her tword the car, and as he started away Hermione took one last look at the grave, and mouthed two words:

"Goodbye Harry"

Three Years Later

"Aunt Mia!" screamed a child with bright red pigtails as se dashed across the yard of the Weasley family home, The Burrow, and into the waiting arms of Hermione Granger.

"Hey Brat!" 'Aunt Mia' greeted scooping the two year old up into her arms and starting back across the yard, waving a hand in greeting to the others in the yard.

"I not a bwat" the child, who's name was Amber, informed Hermione with a giggle. Hermione feighned surprise:

"Your not?" she squeezed the girl for a second closer, then added, "Then what are you?"

"I'm Daddy's wittle pwincess" she said with a lisp, and Hermione smiled.

"That right Ambie! Your daddy's little Princess. Hey Hermione" said Ron coming up to Hermione and taking the child from her arms, then tossed her into the air. The child squealed as Ron caught her.

Hermione smiled in way of greeting, then with a quick survey of the yard asked, "Where's Samantha?"

Ron looked clueless for a moment the tilted his head, till his Colbalt Blue Eye's brightned.

"In the kitchen I think. With Gin and mum, finishing up with dinner."

Hermione thanked him and started inside.

The kitchen was alive with delightful aromas, and Samantha, Ron's wife, an expecting Ginny, and Molly Weasley were busy bustling around the small kitchen, putting the finishing touches on the food.

"Hermione!" Molly greeted warmly and hugged the younger girl, "I feel as if I havn't seen you in forever" she continued as Hermione gave a greeting to Ginny and Samantha.

Samantha was a petite brunette with soft features. Hermione had been the one to introduce Ron to his wife. Samantha was Hermione cousin, kindnatured, and also a muggle. A year younger then Hermione, Samantha had went out with Ron for six months, before Ron popped the question, Samanthat had said yes. Ten months after that Amber Lynn Weasley was born. Everytime you looked at the couple you could tell they were very much in love.

Ginny, who had married only last year, was expecting her first child. She was also deeply in love (something Hermione was envious of) with her Husband, Seamus Finnagan. It was a little known fact that during Ginny's last year, she had started to see Seamus, who had just gotten out of school himself, and then they had married.

As for Hermione, the last few years had been mostly spent alone. For the first year after Harry's death Hermione spent in mourning, then trying to readjust with everyday life without one of her best friends at her side. Then during the next year she had entered a relationship. A breif relationship, for she had been hurt deeply, when he had cheated. The worst part, in Hermione's opinion was, when confronted he didn't even have the decency to deny it, to preserve Hermione's feelings. After that, Hermione had mostly kept to herself, her family, and the Weasleys.

After her parents had moved to France, Hermione began spending more and more time with the Weasley's, who had sort of adopted her into the family. Though even before that, she had felt part of the family, being as close to Ron as she was. But now, the bond was even tighter, they were closer, Hermione wouldn't have it any other way.

Today was a special day at the Burrow, the whole clan had gathered together for Arther Weasleys birthday. With a quick glance back out the window to the back yard Hermione's heart swelled. Three generations of Weasley's, and still growing. And her, an honerary member of the Weasley crew.

"What can I do?" Hermione asked softly, and they quickly put her to work, carrying the silverware and plates out side to place on the picnic table. As soon as she began the task a loud "POP" was heard behind her and she turned quickly, then grinned as she saw 2 sets of identical faces. The twins were here. Literally.

Fred and George Weasley, had married a set of twins. Imagine, twins marring twins. Padma and Parvati Patill flashed a smile at Hermione and in turn gave her a hug. The twins looked at her.

"Fred is that who I think it is?" asked George elbowing his brother while grinning cheekily at Hermione. Fred seemed to think the question over while looking at her.

"I think it just might be...but...How?" asked Fred in mock surprise. Hermione smacked both there eye's before being wrapped up in a tight embrace, one twin on each side of her.

"It hadn't been that long" she scolded gently, returning the embrace.

"Not that long?" asked George in mock indignation, "Are you hearing this?"

Fred shook his head and sighed sarcastically, "Really now Mione" he said taking a step away from her, "It's been what...? A year? Two years?" he seemd to consider it.

Hermione sent them a look and said in a calm tone, "Three weeks."

They rolled there eye's then Hermione giggled. Fred and George sent her a look, then hugged her once more before moving to freat the rest of the clan, sending a, "It's nice to see you laugh again Mia" over there shoulder.

"I laugh" she called back, and returned to the kitchen to gather more things to take outside.

All to soon she was surrounded on both sides by Weasley's. Arther sat at the head of the table, Molly on his right, and Charlie on his left. Next to Molly was Ron and Samantha, with Amber between then in a high chair, then Fred and Padma, plus Ginny and Seamus. On the other side of Charlie was his fiancee Meghan, then George and Parvati, plus their son Micheal, who was 4, then Bill and then Hermione. Needless to say it was a long table.

It felt good to be surrounded with Family again, even if the Weasleys were not blood, Hermione considered them as such. The air was loud with voices, endless chatter, pointless chit chat. Giggles. She was home. This was home.

There you have it... Chapter One... Hope you liked it... Please Review...

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Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own Harry Potter. I do, however own Amber, Micheal, and Samantha, everything else is the fabulous J.K. Rowlings.

Leahsa