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"Wait… what?" Harry asked, completely confused.

Ron turned around and started walking over to the kitchen. The rest of the family followed him, wanting to know what he meant by his previous statement.

"Dad! Dad! Why is Lisa in trouble?" Lorel asked.

Ron shook his head, searching through several drawers. "Not Lisa…" he muttered absentmindedly. "You're mother," he said.

"What?" Bill asked, taking a seat at the table. "Ron, you're not making any sense."

Ron turned around to face all of them. "The woman who walked out that door just now was not Lisa Blakes. That woman remembers every freaking year of her life," he growled, slamming a map out on the kitchen table and smoothing it out.

"Wait… so you're saying that was Hermione?" Ginny asked, coming in from the hall.

Ron nodded, looking over the map intensely. His mind was racing. She remembered everything. She remembered!

"Then why would she leave?" Harry asked warily, not fully trusting Ron's mental state at the moment.

Ron took out a pen and started jotting down numbers on the map and he answered them. "Back when we first got married, we all knew the risk we were taking, especially after Hermione put that death eater in Azkaban. Anyway, we decided to make up some sort of way of communication just in case the other one got into a situation in which we couldn't say what was wrong," he explained in a rush.

There was a slight silence then Molly puffed up. "So that whole thing was an act?!" she asked.

Ron finally looked up. "Not the whole thing. The kids' crying was real, but other than that it was an act. Hermione not making eye contact with anyone. The kiss… and this," he said holding up the chain with the ring. "She remembers everything," he whispered.

"Then… what's wrong?" Harry asked.

Ron looked back down at the map. "Malfoy's got her…"

"What's going on, Lisa?" Brandy asked shakily as they stepped out of the taxi.

Hermione made sure to check her surroundings, noting the tree stump at the side of the road and the glistening of ice on the frozen lake. It had stopped snowing while they were in the car. Pulling the girls towards her, they followed Pansy off to the wooded area.

"I'm not Lisa," she whispered. "My name is Hermione Weasley," she said.

Brandy gasped and moved closer to her. "You remember everything?" she asked.

Hermione nodded, eyes flickering over to the man who appeared at the side of the snowy trail. He stalled until he was behind them and then took out his wand and started obliterating their tracks. Hermione leaned into Brandy. "It's best not to talk until we're inside. I'll explain then."

They followed Pansy a great distance, Hermione's thoughts traveling alternately between Ron, Lorel and her third daughter.

Ron… For the past seven years her other self had known nothing of the man. But now… now that she remembered… she wanted nothing more than to hold him again. To be held by him. To feel his heart and know that it wasn't a dream but a reality she had been absent from for the longest time. She wanted to relive their first night together. Their wedding night… She wanted to get rid of all the pain he had felt during her absence and the guilt she knew he felt.

Hermione bit her lip to keep from crying out loud as they continued their trek up the wooded hill.

Lorel… She had suffered so much after the loss of her mother. With Ron absent, Lorel had grown up not remembering a happy family moment. Hermione wanted to be able to hold her daughter. To tell her it was ok and that everything would be ok…

Suddenly Triniti's face came to her memory and Hermione stumbled slightly. Triniti… What had happened that night came screaming into her mind, reminding Hermione of the atrocity that had been committed and the ever burning vengeance that lurked in the dark corners of Hermione's pained heart. Hermione's loathing for Draco Malfoy grew as she continued to walk. The man had killed her daughter. He would pay…

Aphrodite… the baby girl had never met her father and already she had probably survived so much. Hermione could not imagine what Malfoy had done to her. Hermione blamed herself for what had happened…

"Hurry up. I don't like the snow," Pansy grumbled, picking up the pace until they reached one of the ugliest plants Hermione had ever seen. Though it was probably dead, but that wasn't the point. There was no way you could possibly describe how despicable the thing looked, standing alone in the snow. Pansy, however, leaned down and started tickling the thing. Brandy made a wry face as the thing started giggling like a school girl, wiggling around as Pansy continued to tickle it. Finally it let out a foul smelling odor that surrounded them all. The girls started complaining again, coughing and making faces at the giggling plant.

"Close your eyes," the man behind them commanded.

Doing as they were bid, they closed their eyes and felt the odor close in around them, constricting their lungs painfully. Suddenly the pain was gone.

"My, my… Hermione Jane Weasley… I never thought I'd see you again."

Hermione's eyes shot open and she found herself staring into the steel grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. Instead of letting out a yelp like the last time she had been in this position, she lunged at him, curling her fingers around his neck. The two fell to the ground, rolling around. Hermione held on even after someone kicked her in the head. Malfoy tried to shove her off, but failed seeing as she was driven by loathing.

"Daddy!"

Suddenly, Hermione was being hit by small hands as she continued to try to throttle the man in her grip.

"Stop! Stop please! Let go of my daddy!" screamed the little girl.

Hermione caught a glimpse of the girl and her eyes widened and she froze. Malfoy shoved her off of him and stumbled back, smiling at the shell shocked Hermione. Her eyes were on the little girl who clung to Malfoy, glaring at her.

"Aphrodite…" she whispered.

The little girl's eyes widened and she looked up at Malfoy. "Who is she, daddy?" she asked in a frightened voice.

Hermione's heart broke right then and there. Shattered by that one word that was bestowed upon the one man that she hated above all things. The girl… her girl… had called Malfoy… daddy…

Tears started to stream down her cheeks as she shook her head, not wanting to believe it. Not wanting to hear those words spoken again. "No… no… what have you done to her?" she asked, eyes going up to Malfoy.

He just smiled down at her. "She's my daughter…" he answered before motioning to the guards near by. They grabbed Hermione, pulling her away.

She snapped out of her trance and started struggling against them.

"NO!" she screamed, trying to get back to the little girl. "NO! Aphrodite, please! It's me! You're mother!" she pleaded, trying to get away from the guards. They yanked on her harder. "You won't get away with this!" she growled at Malfoy.

The man placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, watching as Hermione was hauled away with the others. "I already have," he whispered before leaving.

Aphrodite was left there by herself, frowning.

Mum?

A/N: Short, but I think it gave you what you wanted without spoiling anything. There will be an in-depth explanation on what happened after the explosion seven years ago.

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