Eleven Years

Hilary Granger stepped into the shower. She had just finished a long Quidditch lesson with her mother's friend Viktor. He had been a famous Seeker in his time, but was fired when a younger, better seeker came along five years ago. He had moved to Cambridge because his Hermione was there, and had a job offer as the sports journalist for the Cambridge area Daily Prophet.

She loved Quidditch, and couldn't understand why anyone, like Mamma, didn't like it! Mamma could watch Quidditch, but she would not mount a broom! Hilary shook her head and lathered shampoo into her long red hair. Very much unlike Mamma's hair, which was brown and very curly. Hilary's hair was straight and striking red. She was tall, unlike Mamma, and had a lot of freckles. Hilary wanted to look like her mother. Not a tall, gangly girl with stoplight red hair.

"Hil!" yelled Mamma, "I'm back! How was Quidditch practice?"

"Fine!" Hilary yelled, applying conditioner, "But I'll tell you how it went after I get out of the shower."

"Okay, what do you want for dinner?"

"Mamma!" Hilary yelled

"Fine, just longer until you eat."

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"C'mon Aila!" whined Dad, he was holding out a broom, "Why don't you want to play?"

Aila stood up from her bed, "Because I don't like flying!"

Dad gasped and clutched his heart "My own offspring wont play Quidditch with her own father. I am ashamed to call you my daughter."

"Fine with me." She grabbed a pin from her dresser and pinned her chin length hair back away from her face. "I don't see what is so great about it. Aren't you afraid you'll fall? Uncle Harry fell, I don't want to risk it."

"Correction." Dad said, "He fainted as a result of dementors. It wasn't his fault. And he was fine, Dumbledore saved him and he wasn't hurt much at all."

Aila dropper her notebook onto her pillow, and stood. "Fine a short game, but then I wont play tomorrow."

"I don't understand why you enjoy things like, writing." He shivered and threw the broom at his daughter. "Clearing in the woods, five minutes. Be there."

"I can't wait." She said sarcastically. Dad left the room, and reluctantly, picked up her sweater. "I hate Quidditch."

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Hermione looked at her eleven-year-old daughter. She was so much like her father. She had straight hair, and his face. The only thing that wasn't inherited by her father was her eyes. She had the same chocolate brown round eyes as her mother.

"Mamma," Hilary said, interrupting Hermione and shaking her from her train of thought, "You are staring at me again. It's kind of creepy."

Hermione smiled and picked up the mail, the normal stuff, bills, letters from Harry (which she would normally read and not reply to unless she really had to), Letters from Ginny (which she would reply to because Ginny promised that Ron did not know about their correspondence), her business letters, and junk mail. There was only one letter that was not normal, a square shaped letter that was addressed to Hilary. And the seal on the back was from Hogwarts, Hilary's Hogwarts acceptance letter. Hermione wished she could throw it away and forget about it, but she remembered what happened when Harry's Aunt and Uncle tried to hide his letter from him.

"So Hil," she said casually, "I was wondering if you would consider going to Durmstrang for school, like Viktor. You know instead of Hogwarts."

"Why?"

"Uh, no reason."

"I want to go to Hogwarts. You wont tell me about it so, I want to find out why."

Hermione tensed up, "Oh, no, you don't really need to know why. Hogwarts is just a school, now uh, Durmstrang would be cool, ask Viktor."

"No," Hilary walked up to her Mamma, "I want to go to Hogwarts, why are you so down about it all?"

"Uh,"

Hilary jumped onto and sat onto the counter, "Does this have to do anything with who my father is?" she grabbed and apple and began to eat it, "Because I probably wont see him, what are the chances I would run into him?"

The chances are higher then you could possibly imagine. Thought Hermione sadly. "Fine. Go to Hogwarts. Here's the letter."

Hilary ran up and grabbed the letter, "Oh, I can't believe it's here!" she was grinning from ear to ear. Hermione smiled. If this made her daughter so happy, then she couldn't help but let this make her happy. Hilary's smile faded just as fast as it came. "No brooms for first years." She said sadly.

"Well, that's not too good."

"Didn't you tell me once that a first year got on the Quidditch team once?"

"Uh, yes, but the chances of that happening again are slim. It was a fluke. He happened to catch a flying object, while on a broom, in front of a professor." She thought about her words, it sounds like I am making this up!

"Huh," she said, pacing, "if you wrote them a letter do you think they would change it?"

"No, I am not going to ask them to bend rules just because you want to fly."

Hilary scowled and fell into a big soft chair, "I need to fly while I am at school." She said, mostly to herself.

Hermione took one look at the face her daughter was making and groaned. It was her scheming look. Much like the one Fred or George would wear when coming up with a particularly juicy prank. Hermione looked at the supply list, "We need to make a trip to Diagon Alley." She said offhandedly.

"Okay." Said Hilary, who was still in deep thought, "when?"

"How about tomorrow?"

"I don't care." She said, although Hermione doubted Hilary was even paying attention.

Hilary stood up and walked to her room. "I am finding a way to get brooms for first years at Hogwarts, even if I don't get to use them. It is an unfair and cruel injustice." Hermione smiled again, Like me and SPEW.

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"Dad!" yelled Aila. Ron stood up from his chair where he was reading the Daily Prophet. He saw his eleven-year-old daughter run in from the kitchen. She was waving a familiar square envelope over her head. "I got accepted at Hogwarts!"

"Everyone gets accepted at Hogwarts." He said standing up, and walking over to see the letter.

"Not Muggles."

"Yes, but Malfoy still got in." he grabbed the letter. It said the exact same thing that his Hogwarts acceptance letter had said. 'Dear Miss Weasley, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizard…' then a whole bunch of other things that seemed familiar to him.

"I don't care about Malfoy. As long as he didn't reproduce." She said taking the letter back. "It says here that you need to reply via owl. And," she said getting her supply sheet out, "we need to go to Diagon Alley."

Ron had picked up her Hogwarts letter and was reading it through again. He read through the letter with a smile on his face. His only daughter was going to Hogwarts. Maybe she will meet her sister!

He continued to read the gasped, "No brooms for first years!"

"Big deal." She grabbed the letter again. "I don't even like flying. And if I have to I'll use the school brooms."

"You mean use second rate?"

"You used second rate brooms while you were at Hogwarts." She mumbled.

Ron mumbled something about not wanting to remember that part of his past, and then smiled. His little girl was going to Hogwarts. "Lets go to Diagon Alley tomorrow." He said. "You can get all your supplies and your wand."

"Fine. That would be nice."

He smiled at her. She was more like her mother then she was like her father, 'Why does she have to look like me? He thought, at least she won't have problems with bushy hair. He did a mental shrug and folded the letter up and handed it to Aila, who was smiling the biggest smile in the world.

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