Come on now do I really have to do this? Everyone knows that I am not J.K Rowling but anyhow here it is. I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters.(I wish I did, I'd be really rich.) This is the long awaited update.

A/N: Thanks to my reviewers it feels great to have someone review me. Real boost on my writing.

Chapter 3 Boxes and letters

"Ron would you and Parvati mind helping me pack my stuff? I'm going to leave my flat because as I've told you I have been building my house in Godric's Hollow. The new house that I'm building is exactly like the original building. Sirius is going to live with me because he has not gotten a house yet and need's somewhere to go. I am also doing it because I know that if Hermione were here she would have been thrilled about the place." At the mention of Hermione's name Ron looked up surprised that Harry had said the name for they hardly ever brought her up in their conversations.

"Alright Harry, we'll meet you at Hogsmeade.

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"You guys, I'm over here!" as usual Ron and Parvati had missed the place where Harry was standing in the crowd. " Man, am I glad that you are moving away from this. Hogsmeade isn't like it used to be." Ran stated in a sad tone. "Harry remember when the five of us, you, me, Draco, Ginny and..." Ron's voice faded when he came to Hermione's name.

"Ron it's all right to talk about it, it is always good to be able to talk about the good times." Parvati had been starting to feel left out of the conversation for she had not started hanging out with them till their seventh year, so as soon as she could she changed the subject.

"Harry, Ron let's go to the flat so that we can finish packing today."

At the flat... "Parvati will you do the dining room, Ron do the living room please, and I'll do the bedroom, all right?" With that they all set to work. "Harry! Will you want me to do the glass first or the china?" Parvati called. "Just do which ever you want, Oh and I put a charm on the boxes so if you drop the box nothing inside will break," Harry answered. In that way they worked for three hours and all they had to do was shrink the boxes so that they could carry it more conveniently. When they finished Parvati and Ron started talking about going to their house and cleaning themselves up and then coming back to get Harry and go out to dinner. Harry agreed to the plan. After being left alone, Harry remembered that he still had one place to pick up, the storage room of the apartment complex. When he got there, he saw the box that belonged to him. In that box there were things that belonged to Hermoine. Old letters he had sent her, perfume bottles, ticket stubs bent combs, etc...

"I think I'll just take a peek at the letters, it'll bring her back in a way." In the letters he found funny ones, serious ones, sad and romantic ones. But after one more glance he found one that looked as if no one had bothered opening it, and it also looked new. Harry opened it and read it for it was addressed to him.

It read:

Dearest darling,

I'm writing this inside our room, I want to let you know that I'm really very proud of you and of how you've handled the supposed defeat of he-who-must-not-be named. However, he is not defeated yet, he is lying low now merely a spirit but he will gather supporters as he has done many times before, thus I am leaving. I'm leaving because I'm pregnant and if he-who-must-not-be named returns, the only way that he can insure your downfall is by using a complicated curse that involves your child. Therefore, if he finds you it will be easier for you to defeat him for he cannot get to your child. I really want to tell how you can get in touch with me but it's for the best that you don't know.

Love and lots of love to you. You will never see me again. Tonight's dinner will be our last night together.
Love,

Hermione

Harry was too shocked at what he had read, he was a father, Voldemort was not defeated. All those thoughts came rushing and then he remembered clearly the dinner that Hermione referred to in the letter. That day, he remembered how nervous and sad Hermione had been. She had also been looking at him as if she would never see him again as if she had to get her fill and memorize every line of his features. She had looked as stunning as ever in her dark red gown. Her hair had been made up, and she was wearing a necklace that he had given her back in their seventh year at Hogwarts. He had asked her if anything was bothering her, she had said no, nothing was, but he remembered that she had been jumpy afterwards as if she were waiting for something to happen. Yet, nothing had so he had never paid attention to it, for she left the next day while he was at work

That's it for today folks I hope you liked it. Next chapter will be longer I promise. Read and review.

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