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Questions

Harry couldn't help but smirk.

"There's no way that we can hide Mia in this house until Ron remembers everything, and

there's no way I'm going to lie to my daughter if she asks about him."

"I know you're not going to like this idea, but it's probably the only way to avoid

problems."

"What's the idea, Harry?"

"Let her stay with Neville and Luna for awhile."

"Harry, you know I've never been away from her for more than eight hours at a time in

her whole four years and three months of life. She's my baby."

"You know when I knew you would be a good mother?" Harry asked. "Way back in our

first year. You're always looking out for everyone else, trying to protect them."

Hermione smiled a bit.

"Neville and Luna will take good care of her. I'll send my son too, that way Mia won't be

lonely, and she'll have family with her."

"Fine," Hermione said. "I'll go pack some things for Mia and Ron. You call Neville."

"Alright," Harry said.

1 hour later…

"You be a good girl for mommy, okay? You're going to have lots of fun with Neville and

Luna, and your cousin is going to be there too."

"I'm going to miss you, mommy."

"I'm going to miss you too, baby. But I'm going to talk to you all the time, and before

you know it, you'll be back here again," Hermione said, hugging and kissing her

daughter.

"Bye Mommy."

"Bye Mia. I love you," Hermione said, waving goodbye.

Hermione turned around, and was about to head back to the Burrow, when she walked

right smack into Ron.

"Honestly Ron, watch where you're walking," Hermione snapped, forgetting for a minute

that this wasn't the Ron she was used to.

"Sorry," Ron apologized.

"I didn't mean to snap at you, I'm sorry. It's just been a really crazy day," Hermione said.

"I can imagine," he smiled. "Who was that little girl?"

"That was Mia. She's ou-. She's my daughter," Hermione said nervously.

"She's very pretty. She looks like you, except for the-"

"Except for the colour of her hair," Hermione said, finishing the sentence for him.

"Take after her dad for that?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Hermione answered awkwardly.

"Ron, Hermione," Harry called out.

"Thank goodness," Hermione muttered.

"Come inside."

"Let's go then," Hermione said, heading back to the house.

When they got back inside, Mrs. Weasley handed Ron his old wand.

"Is this mine?" he asked.

"It is," she answered.

"We're going to help you learn magic again," Harry said.

"Are you sure you'll be able to?" Ron asked.

"Hermione is the smartest person I know. If she's helping, I guarantee you'll be able to

remember," Harry said.

"So, one of my best friends is a genius. What was Harry?" Ron asked.

"He was the hero," Hermione smiled.

"Stop with the hero crap, Hermione. If anything, you and Ron were the heroes. You came

with me everywhere. You were always by my side; that's something you didn't have to

do," Harry said.

"The three of us were family by loyalty to each other. There's no way Ron or I would

have let you do it alone," Hermione said.

"The three of us must have been really close," Ron said.

"You were practically always together," Mrs. Weasley said. "Harry and Hermione were

unofficial members of this family. As the years passed, I'm glad to say those two are

literally and officially part of this family."

Hermione shot Mrs. Weasley a look that said 'Don't say another word.'

"Harry married my sister, so I see how he's part of the family. What's our family

connection, Hermione?" Ron aksed.

"Oh, I just remembered. Mia forgot her purple blanket. I'm going to apparate over to

Neville and Luna's to bring it to her," Hermione said, leaving the room quickly.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ron asked. "I'm just trying to understand everything."

"No, don't worry. You didn't do anything wrong. How about we just stick to magic for

now, though. I think once you get the hang of it again, everything else will be a lot easier

to understand," Harry said quickly.

"Alright. Teach me some magic then," Ron said eagerly.

Tiny Memories

1 hour later…

"So, how's the lesson going?" Hermione asked, as she walked through the door.

"Well, we started it, but then I decided to wait for you to get here. You're a better

teacher than I am," Harry said.

"And lazy is what you are, Harry," Hermione laughed. "Leaving all the work to me was

something you two did oh so well at Hogwarts."

"Was that our school?" Ron asked.

"Yes it was," Hermione said, smiling a bit. "But we need to teach you magic, so for now,

this is your school."

"Educate me then, professor," Ron smiled.

"I will," she replied.

20 Minutes Later…

"No. Stop. Stop. Stop. You're going to take someone's eye out," Hermione said, taking

hold of Ron's wand.

"It's Wingardium Levi-o-sa, not Levio-sa," Ron said quietly.

Harry let out a heart laugh and looked over at Hermione who was smiling.

"What?" Ron asked.

"It's not much, but you and Hermione had that exact same conversation back in our first

year at Hogwarts, except this time you took the words out of her mouth," Harry said.

Ron looked over at Hermione, and she nodded.

"I'll try the spell again," Ron said.

"Just say it like you said it a minute ago. You'll do fine," Hermione encouraged.

On the next attempt Ron was successful.

Harry and Hermione applauded.

The trio continued the re-education for several more hours, and Ron was making good

progress. Most of the magic was coming to him easily now.

"I think we've done enough for today. You look a bit tired, Ron," Hermione said.

"I am," he admitted. "How about you two tell me more about Hogwarts?"

"Where do we begin?" Harry laughed.

"How about the beginning?" Hermione grinned. "The Hogwarts Express."

"What's that?" Ron asked.

Harry began to explain everything about the train.

"More important than the details about the train, is what happened on the train,"

Hermione said. "You and Harry became friends on the Hogwarts Express."

"What about you and me?" Ron questioned.

"Well, we first met on the train. I thought you were a bit foolish, and you thought I was

annoying," Hermione laughed.

"So it wasn't friendship at first sight?" Ron joked.

"Not right away, no. But soon enough all three of us pretty much became inseparable at

school." Hermione told him.

"What was the school like?"

"The students were all divided into 4 different houses," Harry said.

"The three of us were part of the same one, right?"

"Right," Harry said.

"We were in Gryffindor. And then there was Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin,"

Hermione said.

Ron made a face at the mention of Slytherin.

Harry and Hermione smirked.

"We didn't really get along with the Slytherin's did we?" Ron asked.

"Draco Malfoy in particular," Harry said.

Ron closed his eyes for a minute, concentrating. "He was a snobby git, wasn't he? White

blond hair?"

"Yes," Harry and Hermione answered excitedly.

"He kind of tortured all three of us, didn't he?"

"Yeah," Harry replied.

"What's a Mudblood?" Ron asked.

"Why, are you remembering something?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, and it involves slugs," Ron answered.

"That was in our second year," Hermione smiled.

"Mudblood is a disgusting term that translates to 'dirty blood'," Harry explained.

"Why would Malfoy say that to Hermione?" Ron wondered aloud.

"I come from a non-magical family. I'm the first which," Hermione said.

"She's muggle-born, just like my mum," Harry explained.

"What about your dad?"

"My dad came from an all magical family. Some people would refer to them as

purebloods."

"I think I understand… It's pretty stupid how some people think they're better than others

just because of the family they're born into. If I understand correctly I'm one of these so-

called purebloods, and Harry' you're dad was one. But look at Hermione here, she kicks

both of our butts at magic, and her family isn't magical."

Hermione smiled a bit. "How about we continue this tomorrow guys?" Hermione said,

letting out a small yawn. "We should all get some sleep."

"Before you head off to bed, I'd like to talk to you Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Sure," Hermione replied.

Mrs. Weasley took Hermione's arm, leading her to the kitchen.

"Talk ," Mrs. Weasley said. "I hope you didn't say yes to Daniel."

Hermione actually laughed. "You were the one who told me that Daniel would be good

for me, remember?"

"I thought my son was dead, and I didn't want you to be alone. But Ron isn't dead, and

you can be with him now… What did you say to Daniel?" Molly asked.

"Despite your encouragement to say yes, I told him no."

Molly gave Hermione a big hug. "You have to tell Ron everything now."

"No," Hermione answered.

"Why not?"

"He doesn't really remember any of us," Hermione said.

"He's having tiny snippets of memories," Mrs. Weasley argued.

"And that is wonderful," Hermione said. "But he's got to remember me and him on his

own. I don't want him to be with me because he feels obligated to."

"What if he doesn't remember, dear?"

"We have to give him some more time, but if he doesn't remember, I will tell him about

Mia. Don't worry."

"Will you be able to handle him not remembering what you shared?" Mrs. Weasley asked

gently.

"I think so, but I really don't want to think about that," Hermione answered quietly.