I know the beginning is depressing but bare with me and ill try to make it a little more comical- my style! Oh and the name, I dont know it was the first thing that came to my mind.
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Chapter one
It was a year after graduation and although she never finished her schooling, she was still the brightest which of her time. She worked at a small wizarding hospital not far from her mom and dads house, where she was currently living. She was quiet now, she never spoke to anyone. Her two best friends were in the hospital, she was told they would never get better, and she was stuck being alive and safe.
The doorbell rand and Hermione in her pj's ran to answer it screaming to her parents, "Ill get it." When she opened it she was surprised at who she saw. The man looked her up ad down.
"Nice, shorts." George said smiling just a little before saying, "Can I come in?"
She stepped back to let him in hoping that he would stop looking at her like that. She was wearing green shorts and a black 'My Chemical Romance' t-shirt, a muggle band that she had found months ago and which she now listened to regularly.
"Who is it." Screamed a male voice, her fathers, from the other room.
"Its for me, it George Weasley." She said walking over and pointing him to the couch. She sat across from him and stared him down. After and annoying long pause she asked, "Why are you here?"
He pause again, "Well," he said, "To tell you about anoth… another death… in the family."
Before he could even say anything else, even who it was, she before into tears. "Who.. who is it?" she asked starring at a cola stain on the floor.
He was quiet and she looked up to see him trying to find the words. She realized with a start that he was alone and began to cry again, "Fred?" she asked whipping her nose with her hand.
George, still quiet, nodded and looked out the window. "Two." He stopped and she tried to figure out what that meant. "Two... nights… ago, I mean." He said. They sat in silence for a few minuets, neither wanting to say anything for fear they might break down again. "So." George said deciding that he should tell her how it happened, if she wanted to know.
"How did it happen?" she asked as if she knew what he was thinking.
"He k-killed him."
"He? He who?" she said as calmly as possible.
"P-P."
"PERCY?" she screamed and burst into tears again.
Her other and father came running in at this shouting, "Where?" Both had thought that the man they had heard so much about, since he put both Ron and Harry into a coma, was there. They saw only the red head and then ran to there daughter trying to comfort her.
"Mom wants you to come and stay with us for a few days. You know, she wants to know if you'll come to the funeral and well, I know that the rest of us would… appreciate it too. Well me and Ginny anyway." Being as they were the only Weasley children besides Bill and Charlie, who were still alive or conscious.
She nodded and pulled a hair tie off her wrist, throwing her hair into a bun. "Ill call work. It's a good thing I at least past my apperation test before I left school. Be right back." She said shuffling out of the room. George couldn't help watching her as she left the room, wishing that he would have listened to his brother, his best friend ealier, when he was able to see that his promise didn't count for nothing.
"Hermione." A crying Mrs. Weasley said throwing herself at Hermione. The was a thundering noise another girl came running down the stairs at Hermione, giving her a big hug.
"I missed you." She the girl, who Hermione didn't recognize at first. This girl had back hair and wearing a shirt that seemed to have a picture of the weird sisters dying in gruesome ways, 'They don't deserve it?' is said. "You stopped answering the owls." She said almost pushing Hermione over.
Realizing who it was she smiled a sad smile and said, "Sorry, Gin, my heart hasn't been home lately."
"Well," Molly said from the dinning room where she was setting another bowl at the table, "Next time you leave that long, consider getting your heart and answering machine because we were worried sick."
Ginny and George, who had both taken seats at the table laughed a little and then scooped out more food then they would be able to eat. "Mom, where's Hermione going to sleep tonight."
"Well, that's up to her, there's." Her eyes began to water but she didn't cry. "Your room or if she wants she can sleep in Ronald's room."
"I'd like to do that." Hermione decided.
"I've been going up there a lot. If you cant handle it you just go on down to Ginny's room, or mine- Aurther wont be home tonight so you cant do whatever makes you comfortable. Hermione didn't even ask why it was Mr. Weasley wasn't Coming home, just by looking at everyone's expressions she could tell they didn't want to talk about it anymore then they wanted to talk about everything that had happened in the last few years. "Bill and Charlie are coming tomorrow, early, so I better start cleaning there room up." She said waving her still full plate into the sink.
"Mom, why don't I do that." George offered.
"Yea, and ill help." Hermione suggested with a smile.
"That's nice of you two." She said and she almost looked like she was going to say no before she smiled, "I think then, that I'll go work in the garden, it's starting to look a little… ragy. Ginny, sweetie, do you think you want to come and help me a little? The garden gnomes are a little more then I want to worry about today."
"Sure mom." She said and with a flick over her wand Ginny cleared the entire kitchen and walked out after her mom.
"I always said she was going to make someone a great wife one day." George said staring at the clean kitchen.
"She is amazing isn't she?" Hermione said walking towards the stairs, George on her heals.
George on her heals seemed to be the way it was for the entire time she stayed at the borrow. Only leaving during the wake and funeral. But she didn't mind, it was like having Ron and Harry both back when he was around. He seemed to have the same qualities that she liked most about her two best friends. He was always trying to lighten the mood, like Ron, at the same time as being serious and worrying about other peoples feeling, Harry.
Hermione had stayed longer then she thought she would, because she just couldn't face leaving them all during this time. Mrs. Weasley wasn't into doing anything and often sat for hours listening to her music and staring at the nine handed clock which now, had a only a few of the Weasley's left on mortal peril.
Hermione did a lot of the housework now, with all the Weasley's in there room and the rest working harder then ever in an effort to keep there minds off everything. She stayed so long, that she would apperate from work to the Weasley's. By the time she got home Ginny and George had already cooked supper and were setting the table.
The twins shop was doing better then usual because everybody figured that was the best way to show there remorse. It was lucky for George that they already had their trusted friend, and manager, Lee Jordan, watching over the shop and doing everything. Because George hadn't really gotten the courage to go back to work yet.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Hermione laughed as George signaled for her toss him the apple. "I love work, its like, helping people is my thing I guess." She said smiling and knowing he wouldn't believe it if she plotted it in his mind.
"Give it up Nene, you are a creature person. What happened to that wacky S.P.E.W stuff?" he said peeling in on flick of his wand. She was surprise and you could tell it. "What?" he asked as she smiled in his direction.
"Your just the first person to remember, well not to say spew, that's all."
"I listen sometimes." He said smiling and catching the apple again. Both of them knew faster ways to do this but took there time and did it this way anyway. "The point I was looking for was, why you quit?"
"Well my heart-"
he cut her off "-just hasn't been in it."
She blushed, "Yeah."
"Well, what if this time around, I helped you out. I bet Ginny would too. I know a few people might be interested with all the recent stories about house elves turning on their old death eater owners. All those eaters that got away are probably sacking their elves left and right."
"Really?" she hadn't heard anything about this and was instantly thinking of All the things she could be doing right now. The ministry would trust the house elves, what a perfect time to get one into office. She froze, he was doing it again, making her feel like she could be doing anything. She didn't want to do anything, or did she. She smiled, "Tell me more about this and maybe ill consider it." She said chucking an apple at his head he ducked and they laughed.
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Um please review. Cause this one I haven't had to time to fall in love with yet like Garlands project, so I don't even know if I like it yet. Thanks
Cee