Mum's Side

Aila finished the letter that her father wrote and handed it to Hilary. She and Hilary had become immediate friends. There were both eleven year olds, same birthday same face, sisters. So the two were inseparable. The first night at Hogwarts they spent the entire time filling each other in on how their lives were, talking about their parents, laughing, sharing stories, and trying to figure out WHY they had to be separated. The letter from Dad answered a few questions, but she needed the other half of the puzzle.

Hilary handed the letter back to Aila, "So now we need to write to Mamma don't we?"

"That would be a good idea." Replied Aila folding the letter from Dad and putting it in her "keepsake" box. She had a keepsake box for all of her pictures and letters she would get throughout the year. Then at home she had a bigger memento box in her room back at the Burrow.

"Okay, Aila," said Hilary holding out the letter she had just written, "Here it is."

Mamma-

How are things out there? Things are fine here. Anything new? Well there are some new things here. I have a question. By any chance, do I have a long lost identical twin sister you forgot to mention? The reason I ask is because there is this nice girl named Aila here, who looks exactly like me, we have the same birthday, and well I am just curious.

If so, then we have more questions. Why didn't you take Aila with you instead of me? Why did you and my Father separate? And, finally is my father's name Ron Weasley?

Love you!

Hilary

Okay I guess, but there are a million more questions you could have asked? And why are you asking about the Ron Weasley thing? You already know! Why waste your ink on that?

"I want to hear it from her." Said Hilary, "I am going to take this to the Owlry. Coming with?"

"No, I am going to get ready for bed, and don't let the old man Filch catch you. I heard he got a new cat."

"He had an old one?"

"How else is he going to catch students? He is almost deaf and blind, he needs a new job." Aila sat on her bed and Hilary left the room. Aila loved having a sister, she had wanted one all of her life. All she had were her numerous cousins. There were so many in school and out, and just yesterday Jonathan had told her that his mother was pregnant with her fourth child. Aila was happy for Aunt Katie, but there were so many cousins! I wonder if Hilary has any cousins, I may have MORE?

She didn't mind having so many cousins at first, but now it was just plain annoying. When a very cute boy, Michael Harris, asked her to be his girlfriend Patrick ran up and pretty much beat him up. Aila forgave him but she hoped that he didn't scare away all the other guys.

Opening her trunk Aila thought about her father. Did he still love her mother? Was he waiting for her instead of getting married? And if he did, did she love him? Aila's head hurt thinking about all the problems that could ensue by them forcing their parents to see each other again. She pulled out her pajamas and her soap and hair care potions and walked to the bathroom to take a bath.

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Hilary picked out a black owl to deliver her letter. She was still trying to find a good owl to use that would get used to her. She tied the small scroll to the owl's leg and told it where to go then let it fly away. She sighed and watched as the owl disappeared into the night (which happened rather fast seeing as the sky was even blacker than the owl). Hilary missed Mamma and their camaraderie. They had something like a perfect mother-daughter friendship. They were almost never mad at each other, and when they were they lost no time making up.

Turning back to the door she realized that she forgot to tell her mother that she had made a friend that was a metamorphmagus! Her friend Jenna could change her appearance. She had turned her hair green once for a dare. Hilary knew her mother would have loved to know that and meet her. Her friend Tonks had been killed by a death Eater then night that Voldemort was killed for the final time. Mamma would have loved seeing another person who could change their appearance at will.

Hilary finally got to the portrait of the fat Lady and said the password, (Ismednus), and then hurried, in. When she was finally in the girl's dormitories she sat on her bed and leaned her head against the pillow. Hilary loved Hogwarts. She wished that she had been able to come earlier. She breathed in the scent of her pillow and drifted to sleep.

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Hermione got home from work. She had run into Joshua many times since the party and was going to go have dinner with him in a week. Hermione loved dating again. It was like being a teenager, only when she was a teenager she did not receive letters from her daughter concerning her conceited ex-husband.

Groaning she took out a quill and wrote a hasty reply.

Hil'

Glad you are having fun. We each took the one we named, I named you he named Aila. So that is why you two ended up with the parent you did. He was an arrogant Git and I couldn't stand another minute with him. He was very insensitive. When I was pregnant with you and Aila he was never there when I needed him and the night before you were born he went out got drunk and had a massive hangover when you two were born. He was stupid enough not to think to take a hangover potion and could not comfort me. So I got angry and soon after that we separated.

Ronald Weasley. If you would have told me that name when I was your age my heart would have melted away in less then a second. I was so in love with him, funny how things, and people, change.

Please do not mention your father again and don't go to meet him. Do not communicate with him. And do not tell him or Aila where we live. You will see Aila every day at Hogwarts and after you have graduated you can live your own life. But I forbid you to have anything to do with your father. If I get married then you will have a father. A good one. Not one as stupid, insensitive and moronic as Ron Weasley. Give Aila my love.

I love you,

Mamma

(Tell Aila that I am so very sorry that she had to grow up in a dysfunctional home. But it is not my fault, and that I would help her if I could.)

Hermione quickly tied the letter to the owl and sent it back out the window after giving it an owl treat. She shook her head and thought about what might happen if Ronald Weasley was back in her life. Horrible things would happen. Hermione just knew it. He would probably try to woo her back to him if he was the same. But that was never happen. She was smarter now.

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Ron looked at the pictures of his daughter constantly. He missed her. Had she reached Hermione yet? And what did Hermione say if she did? Ron had thought about the time he had with Hermione when they were married. He regretted everything that he did. But Hermione wasn't perfect. She would always pick a fight over stupid things. Mostly she would do something and blame it on him.

He missed Hermione so much. If only they weren't so stupid. He might have known his daughter.

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It had been 2 days since they had sent the letter to Hermione Granger, her mother. Aila couldn't wait until they got the reply. Was she still desperately in love with Dad as much as he still was with her? She was eating in the great hall. It was breakfast and the mail would be coming soon. Aila had been looking forward to breakfast ever since the letter was sent. She knew that this would be the earliest day that there would be a reply of any type.

She took a big gulp of her pumpkin juice and stared out the window where the owls would fly in. "Calm down." Said Jenna, admiring her reflection in her goblet. She was practicing changing her nose. "It will get here eventually." She pulled the goblet away from her face, "Is this one okay?" she had changer her nose to a small one that was very dainty looking, like the nose a very small woman would have.

"What was wrong with your original nose?"

"I don't know what my original nose was." Said Jenna simply. "Mum says that I changed my face appearance so often as an infant she could never take me in public because it would be too easy to lose me. There is a picture of me as a newborn, but I was a baby, my nose would have CHANGED. So I am trying to find a nose." She looked back into her Goblet and closed her eyes in concentration.

Aila shook her head. There was a loud screech and then many owls began to zoom into the great hall. Aila looked at Hilary who was calmly staring into the cloud of fowls. "Is it there?" she whispered to her twin excitedly.

"I think so." As she said that an owl landed right in front of her plate. Hilary placed the goblet in front of the owl and untied the scroll from its leg. "It's her." She said.

"Can I read it?"

"Me first." Hilary unrolled the scroll and began to read it. Aila stared at her with anticipation, trying to read her face, seeing if it was good or bad news. Aila was an open book. You could look at her face and see was she was feeling or thinking. Hilary on the other hand was different. You would not know what she was thinking if you tried. She would have to tell you. Aila was so jealous.

Hilary rolled it up again and handed it to Aila, "Nothing big." Aila read the letter in less then 20 seconds.

"My father? Drunk? No." she sighed, "Not comfort her in the delivery? She doesn't want you to contact him? DISFUNTIONAL HOME?" Aila was mad. Her mother insulted her upbringing. "I DID NOT GROW UP IN A DISFUNCIONAL HOME!" she yelled standing up and stomping out of the Great Hall.

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Hilary ran after her sister. "I don't think she meant it that way!"

"If I grew up in a dysfunctional home, then I am dysfunctional! My mother thinks that I am dysfunctional!" She began to stomp up the stairs to the Gryffindor Common Room.

"She didn't mean it! I am sure of it."

"I am sure that I never want to meet her, talk to her, or be her daughter. I hope my father gets married!"

"You will always be her daughter. You can't change that."

"It is like adoption. Just because I came out of her womb does not mean I am hers. I am my father's daughter and whoever my father chooses to be his bride, if he gets married, will be my mother."

"I will write her and tell her. I am sure she didn't mean it that way! Please give her a chance."

"You can't give my father a chance, she won't let you and she won't let me get to know her. Works out perfectly doesn't it?" Aila "Ismednus." She yelled at the fat lady."

"Not need to shout it!" was the haughty reply as the portrait swung forward.

Hilary watched as Aila ran up the steps to the girl's dormitories. She needed to straighten this out. Her mother could not me so insensitive.

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