(A/N: AND PART TWO IS UP AND RUNNING! WHOOT! I keep forgetting to put disclaimers in! OOPS!)

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING but the names Rosalyn and Emilie. J.K. Rowling owns Ron and Hermione, and probably a bit of the plot, considering it was her idea to put Ron and Hermione together… my logic sucks…

Chapter 2

Eleven Years Later

It was August 31, and not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…

Except for two VERY excited redheaded eleven year-olds.

"MUMMY! I CAN'T FIND SOARER!" yelled young Rosalyn, referring to her tawny owl.

"Isn't he in his cage where I told you to put him?" 'Mummy' answered.

"No. I let him out to hunt, like you told me to! BUT HE'S NOT BACK!" Rosalyn was crying now. "NOW I CAN'T GO TO HOGWARTS!"

"Oh, sweetie, Soarer will be back in time." Her mother told her soothingly, cradling her daughter's head.

"DADDY! I LOST TEDDY!" Emilie called to her father.

He came stumbling in, holding the struggling toad. "This what you're looking for?" he handed her the toad, sitting down on her bed.

"TEDDY!" Emilie shouted.

Her father chuckled. As he ran a hand through is untidy red hair, he admired how she looked like her mother. Except for the hair color; they had his hair.

"Hermione, dear, where's Rosalyn and Emilie's books?" he called out, remembering his little plan.

"Oh NO! I didn't get the books!" Hermione came running into the room. "What will I do?"

"Now Hermione, I specifically remember you going to Diagon Ally and returning with two sacks of identical school books. What did you do with them?" Ron asked, smirking.

"I don't know what I… hey!" Hermione playfully slapped him over the head.

"OUCH! What did I do this time?"

"You took the text books and hid them from me didn't you?"

"I did no such thing!"

"Oh yes you did, because you were never a good hider. They're right behind you head, Ronald!"

"Damn women and their eagle eyes…"

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CURSING INFRONT OF OUR CHILDREN!" Hermione screamed at him.

"That you'd rip of my man-hood and shove it down the drain…" Ron mumbled.

"And don't you think I won't do it, too!"

"MUMMY! DADDY! WE CAN'T GET OUR TRUNKS SHUT!" the twins yelled in unison.

"Hurry up, Emilie! You'll make your sister late! It's already 10:30!" Hermione scolded.

"I'm coming!" Emilie ran the brush one more time through her long, bushy, red hair. Running down the stairs, grabbing her trunk, she met her mom, looking angry, and her sister, looking menacing.

"WHAT? A girl has to make a good first impression, you know!"

Hermione shook her head; she really had no idea how her daughter could be so obsessed with appearances. "Come on, now. Out into the car, now." She ushered them into the car, with Ron waiting in the passenger seat (he couldn't drive considering he was from an all magic family.)

"I still don't see why I can't drive!" Ron complained as Hermione pulled out of the driveway.

"You don't know how, Ron." Hermione told him, smiling.

Ron sulked the rest of the way.

"Onto the train now, girls!" Hermione ushered her daughters onto the train, helping them with their trunks and pets.

"By, Mummy and Daddy! We'll see you at Christmas!" Rosalyn and Emilie hurried onto the train to find a compartment.

"Do you think they'll do ok, Ron?" Hermione asked her husband.

"Of course they will. How could they now, with such intelligent parents?" Ron replied.

"You, intelligent?" Hermione laughed.

"I didn't say in what, dear." Ron scoffed.

"Ok then, what are you intelligent in?" Hermione smirked.

"In my fantastic choice of a wife!" Ron smiled lovingly at Hermione.

"You know flattery doesn't work with me, Ron." Hermione told him, still not sure. He kissed her. "But that might."

THE END!

(WHOOT! I'm quite proud of that actually… hope you all enjoyed it! Oh, I'm still thinking about making this a longer story, but until I make a final decision, it will be a two shot! Bye now!)