"So..." Said Jacob. "Your grandmother was my grandfather's friend."

"And Harry Potter's." Said Annette.

"Did you know?" Asked Jacob.

"Not...not exactly. No." She answered. "I mean I knew that she did something important 50 years ago, I didn't know exactly what."

"What do you think it is that she did?"

"I dont know. No one ever told me anything. My mum never really talked about her much." Annette sighed.

There was an awkward silence.

"So..." Jacob broke in "do you think that's why Longbottom wanted this dinner tonight? He was a friend of Harry Potter's too."

"I guess so. I thought it was only because my mum is head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports." She thought about what she just said and laughed. "Not much to do with Harry Potter I guess though, huh?"

Jacob laughed too. "No...not exactly. But...I think we can find out."

"How?"

"Look at all these papers in here. I'm sure there's got to be something about Hermione Granger."

Annette was skeptical. "You mean snoop through the trunk? I dont know. Jacob there might have been a reason why your father didn't want you up here."

"Like what?" Jacob asked rhetorically. When Annette didnt answer but just crossed her arms, Jacob said "I promise, no harm."

She gave him a look that told him she was giving in, and Jacob began to dig through the trunk. As he ruffled through the papers in the trunk, he threw some books and old parchments out, and Annette picked them up and sorted through them.

"Here's a picture of her. Harry Potter's Secret Heartache. Jacob look at this."

"What is it?"

"It's an old article from Witch Weekly. Look at the date, this must have been when they were in their 4th year."

Jacob took the article and read it. "Wow...your grandmother was...well...see for yourself."

Annette scanned the article. "My grandfather's in this."

"What? Who?"

"Victor Krum. My grandfather."

"Victor...Victoria is your mum's name."

"Yes. Do you think this is true?"

"Well I mean it's in Witch Weekly. That's a gossip magazine."

"I guess you're right." She put down the magazine. "Did you find anything?"

Jacob looked in the trunk, and then pulled out a bundle of envelopes tied together by a piece of string. "Here's some letters." He untied the string and sifted through the envelopes. "They're all addressed to Harry. Looks like a girl's handwriting though."

Annette took some of the envelopes and took out the contents. "Dear Harry, I'm confused about my feelings. I'm sorry but I dont think I can go through with this. Hermione."

"Dear Harry." Jacob read. "My feelings for him are too strong, I can't let him go. I'm sorry to be leaving you, but it's for the best. Hermione."

"This proves the article doesnt it?" Annette said, looking disgruntled.

"Annette...no, not necessarily. They're vague they could be talking about anything. You dont know that the article is true."

"Yes, yes I do. You know why no one talks about my grandmother? Because she broke Harry Potter's Heart. No one recognizes her as a hero, just someone who helped."

Annette was close to breaking down. "Every professor I've ever had told me that I was getting to be more and more like my grandmother everyday. But now I'm not sure I want to, if this is the kind of person she was."

Jacob slid close to Annette on the ground and put an arm around her. "Don't, Annette. You don't know anything about her."

"The proof is here."

"What proof? This proves nothing. You're a good person Annette." Jacob saw a tear slide down her cheeks. He wiped it off. "Look at me." And she did.

Their eyes locked on each other, neither of them seeing the other one this way before. Jacob leaned in closer to her so that their noses touched. He started to move in closer when "ANNETTE!"

Suddenly they broke apart. "My mum's calling me. I have to go." She jumped up and brushed off her clothes and wiped her eyes.

"No wait..." He called after her, but it was too late. She already ran downstairs.

He hurried after her and by the time he got to the grand staircase, she was already at the bottom with her coat on, next to her parents by the open door.

"Where have you two been?" Asked Mrs. Kensington.

"The study." Annette answered. "I was reading."

"You always are dear." Said Mr. Kensington.

"Jacob..." Said Mrs. Weasley. "Come down here and give your guests a proper farewell."

Jacob walked down the stairs and stood next to Annette. "See you at school." He said.

"See you." She answered.

The Kensingtons and Longbottoms waved goodbye to the Weasleys and left. After Mrs. Weasley closed the door behind them, Jacob walked over to the window and looked out after them. All he could see was Annette's long dark hair blowing in the wind. He imagined the scent of her hair when they were close together just a minute ago, and thought about what would have happened if they were given just a minute more together.

No. He thought. Shake it off Jake. You're from completely different ends of the social spectrum. Think of what this will do to your reputation. What would your friends think? Stop thinking about Annette Kensington, and think about Francesca. She'd make a much better match for you, the quidditch captain.