AN

IMPORTANT: um I was in a bit of a…. crazy mood when I wrote this lol… probably reflected through Hermione….

"Not good? NOT GOOD? THIS IS A CATASTROPHE!" She screamed and Emerald covered her ears frowning up at her mother. Hermione collapsed into her seat hopelessly, head in her hands.

"Mum… maybe dad will see…" the small girl whispered nervously and Hermione groaned.

"That is exactly what I am afraid of." She sighed and Emerald pouted. Lizzie quickly smiled reassuringly at the girl.

"Hermione… I think its time you visit them… the Weasley's." At this Hermione nodded knowing the Weasley matriarch would be expecting her any day.

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It was different than she remembered, yes it was still at an odd angle and was seven times taller than it was wide, but it looked fresher, newer. Arthur had been successful in the ministry since Kingsley took office, he was head of the department for the regulation of magical creatures, but Hermione suspected by the motor bike that sat next to the old broom shed, that he still adored muggles.

She walked forward quickly the cold having a slight bite to it and tightening her brown scarf, bringing her white coat around her more tightly Hermione walked to the back door. A door that lead to the kitchen and she smiled as the scent of good food and happiness reached her nose. Home. She thought as she breathed in the scent.

She knocked innocently on the door, it was Sunday, about eleven o'clock. Hermione heard noise from the inside, happy banter which ceased at the sound of her knocks. Hermione had her back to the door, looking around the yard fondly, she had missed the burrow.

When the door opened she sensed the twins immediately, they had a scent about them, it was a musky scent mixed with the smell of smoke, probably from their latest invention. Sunday brunch, I should have known. She cursed herself silently.

"Um hello-"

"May we-"

"Offer any-"

"Assistance?" they chimed the last word together and Hermione smiled, turning quickly and looking up into their shocked faces. She was surprised she could still just tell the difference between them, few could, but Hermione knew George had a different smile to Fred, George smiled more with his eyes.

"Fred, George… it has been a long time." Hermione whispered and squealed in shock when they did the 'Hermione sandwich'

"Hermione sandwich!" they chorused and Hermione laughed as they dragged her inside quickly.

"We thought you might be Harry-"

"Yea he said he would be late."

Hermione immediately found herself at the bottom of the dining table. Bill and Fleur. Charlie, Molly, Arthur, Percy and Penelope, Angelina and Katie all sat at the table, Hermione could hear children in the next room.

And immediately Hermione found herself being passed around the room in tight hugs, she fell at last to Molly whom had tears flowing down her face. Hermione frowned slightly at this until a smile lit up the older woman's features.

"Oh Hermione dear, we saw you in the paper just the other day! Oh dear I am so happy to see you home at last! Where have you been?" and so the questions began the moment Molly released her. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but found the words could simply not come out, she held back a sob as she threw her arms around Molly, bringing her into a tight embrace.

Hermione smiled when Molly patted her back in a soothing manner, oh I missed her hugs. Hermione withdrew and quickly dabbed her eyes.

"Oh I'm sorry!" she squeaked and was lead to a seat besides Charlie. All eyes on the table seemed to be watching her and Hermione felt her cheeks redden at the attention, they were obviously waiting for her to speak. "I thought… since the fact I am back in England was splattered over the front covers of every newspaper and magazine that I should… come see you… I wasn't… I didn't want to intrude when I came back… I'm only back because I was… persuaded…" she trailed off, she was finding it increasingly difficult to speak.

Arthur nodded with a slight frown on his face. "So you weren't planning on seeing us?" he asked quietly and Hermione's eyes widened.

"Oh… no I was going to.. It's just this is hard for me… being here back in England… when I left five years ago I had absolutely no intension of returning." She stated firmly and felt many hurt eyes on her. "It wasn't you… it was… oh it's hard to explain… I was… I had some issues… um… I was very ill… and I still suffer the side effects." She didn't know how much she should tell them, if anything.

"What's wrong with you?" Angelina asked, concern lacing her voice.

"I'd rather.. Not tell you yet…"

"What made you come back?" Molly asked gently and Hermione let out a small chuckle.

"Emerald asked me too." She immediately mentally slapped herself. Damn it.

"Who is Emerald?" Molly inquired and Hermione sighed, running her fingers through her hair. May as well tell the truth idiot.

"My daughter." Hermione whispered and she looked up from her hands which had been writhing in her lap.

Silence. And then the reaction, Fred and George both exchanged glances, Arthur choked on his water, the rest stared, but Mrs. Weasley, she had burst into tears.

"Molly, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you-" she begun but Molly shook her head.

"No… it's not that… but you were all alone… all these years raising a child… wait… where is the father?" Molly suddenly sounded serious and Hermione felt all their eyes back on her.

"He…" she pursed her lips. "Is dead to me." she knew her voice carried a warning tone and the Weasley's immediately sensed it.

"Where is Ginevra? Surely Mrs. Potter wouldn't be at work?" Hermione asked in a dangerous voice and Fleur, Penelope, Angelina and Katie immediately excused themselves to check on the children. Hermione frowned suddenly. "Molly? Arthur?" Hermione pressed and they bowed their heads.

"She isn't Mrs.-"

"Mummy? Dad? We're here." Her familiar voice called from the back door and Hermione immediately went rigid, Ginny. Ginny entered a small boy in tow. Hermione stood and her eyes widened in horror when she saw the chocolate skinned child. She immediately looked at Ginny whom had her mouth half open, eyes wide in fear.

The boy, whom looked just older than Emerald shied away from the stranger, then ran into the playroom. Hermione watched him go in disbelief.

Hermione kicked her chair back and felt a cold storm rage inside of her. The lights in the room flickered and lightning flashed across the now black sky. Hermione realised she was trembling as her magic pulsed through her veins.

"You ungrateful WHORE!" Hermione screamed and Ginny took a step back, Hermione's wand was in her right hand, she immediately silenced the door leading to the children and then held it loosely by her side, bright blue sparks trickling from the end.

"Hermione listen-"

"Its Hermione now, I thought it was mudblood, or was it tramp I can't remember exactly when you last called me Hermione, Ginevra was it when we were in school?" Hermione taunted and Ginny felt her eyes water.

"Okay… I deserved that, you must listen-"

"He married you… you cheating, overbearing, sorry excuse for a woman; and you were carrying someone else's child?" Hermione immediately accused and Ginny swallowed. The thunder outside shook Ginny out of her frozen state and she bit her lip.

"I was wrong… I didn't realise it wasn't Harry's until-" Hermione raised her wand hand slightly and Ginny froze in fright, she looked to her family, but they were simply watching on, wands in hand, prepared for Hermione's wrath.

"Until the day you gave birth? It was nice wasn't it… having him there, your family, friends… in the hospital room? Wasn't it?" Hermione spat and Ginny cowered slightly. "You know who was there when I gave birth? No one… not one person was there, and when I held my daughter in my arms, she was all I had left and she still is the only reason I am alive today." Hermione spat and tears of frustration were falling down her cheeks.

"Hermione I-"

"NO!" she sobbed when Ginny took a step towards her. "You have no idea how much you have RUINED MY LIFE!" she screamed and took a deep breath just as a tall dark wizard walked in, dripping over the floor.

Dean Thomas looked at Hermione in shock and then guilt, Ginny had her hands, Hermione noticed, over the large swell of her newest child.

"You better make sure that kids yours." Hermione said indicating Ginny's belly and Molly let out a trembling plea for her to stop.

"Hermione… that's enough." Arthur warned and Hermione nodded walking past Ginny and to the back door.

"I'm sorry… I didn't… I will leave you… I should never have come." Hermione whispered and exited into the now clearing sky, her temper had weakened and now only a small drizzle remained, drops of rain which ran down her cheeks with her tears. She raised her wand and looked to the sky, letting the water dance on her face.

The kitchen glowed green as a man entered the house via floo.

"HERMIONE!" she froze, his voice echoed into the cool air, she turned and there on the back porch was Harry Potter. "wait." He said and Hermione shook her head.

"I am not your whore Harry James Potter."

And with a deafening crack.

She was gone.

AN so….

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