Alright everyone.

Nervous because I have got my GCSE's thus week and I am scared! Hope I do well.

This chapter is the longest one so far and I think it's a good one but if you dont think so then review and tell me!

I have added two of my other best friends in the story as well. Jasmiine and Arathy are joining Marcy and Kim in this chapter and maybe in future ones as well. Hope you guys enjoy.

PS- French accent is still rubbish.

"Hello, Hermione," her voice was cold as her expression.

"How did you find me?" Hermione asked, confused.

"May I come in?" asked Molly, avoiding Hermione's question.

Hermione moved out of the doorway, to let Molly through, and she took it as a sign to come in. Molly walked slowly into the cottage, eyeing up everything that was in the house, with the same cold expression.

"So, Hermione, I- Molly!" Minerva walked into the living room and almost dropped her wand when she saw Molly. She and Molly looked at each other for a moment until Minerva asked:

"How are you Molly?

"I'm good," she answered.

Yeah right!

"Excuse me for a moment I just need to find something. Back in a mow," and Minerva waved her wand and disappeared in front of them.

What? Don't leave!

But she was gone. Hermione looked at Molly, who was looking at Hermione, and stared for a while until Hermione broke the pause.

"Molly, I-,"

"Please, Hermione let me speak," Molly sat down on the sofa and motioned for Hermione to sit down in front of her. Hermione did so with caution, scared that a single move might trigger Molly off, but she sat there, waiting for Hermione to get comfortable.

"I just want you to listen to what I say, Hermione. Don't interrupt, just listen," Hermione nodded her head and Molly carried on.

"Five years ago I lost a son. A son that had so much life to live but it was cruelly taken away from him. When I was holding my boy in my arms, I made a promise to make sure that I won't put any of my other children through pain, because I don't know if Fred felt pain at all, or was in agony. I tried to keep that promise, but only from the physical pain."

Hermione could see something happen to Molly that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Her face was the same but her eyes were different. They didn't change colour or shape or anything, but they weren't the same.

"Fred had a twin brother, George. To this day he can't celebrate a birthday without feeling like his heart has been cut in two, or even play another prank on his sister without a wave of consuming grief eating away at him. They were a team that would never separate willingly. My daughter, Ginny, cant get through the day without a bottle of booze in her hand because she cant cope with the fact that she cant have Harry, it's a way of numbing the pain. And Percy, well, he feels like Fred's dead because of him. So you see, Hermione, I failed to keep that promise."

Hermione's and Molly's eyes were both watering up but no tears were rolling down yet, but there was a feeling that they were going to escape soon.

"But my youngest son, Ron, found happiness in a girl named Hermione," Molly gave a tiny smile to her. "She had the power to make Ron smile, even when there was nothing to smile about. Then one day, she made an unintentional mistake. And she conceived a child, not knowing what to do, she left. Ron was like a ghost. He would wait for her by the front door, hoping she will walk right through, and he would cry when she didn't. And I would be standing there, watching my son in pain, having no idea what to do. And now another one of my children was in pain."

For the first time in years, Molly was crying. Those tears, she had kept in for all that time, were now flooding her face and Hermione soon joined her. They cried together with the story of a broken promise and with all the pain they felt. Molly looked at Hermione and took her hand and squeezed it gently with both her hands.

"I forgive you for what you did, it wasn't you fault. But I won't forgive you if you continue to let Ron suffer like this. I know that you are not ready to go home yet but do something. Send him an owl, visit him or call him on one of those moby phones, anything! Just stop his suffering!

Their tears almost looked like they wouldn't stop. Every drop spilled a memory of the loved and the lost. Sirius, Dobby, Fred, Mad-eye, Lupin, Tonks, Cedric, Dumbledore and all the others. Hermione understood, now. Molly wasn't cold, she was numb. A wound can be healed but a scar will always remind you of what happened.

"I'm sorry, Molly. I really am," said Hermione in a hoarse voice.

"It's okay," sniffed Molly. "I won't force you into coming home yet. But you must do something or I will tell Ron where you are."

"I will."

"Then all is said," Molly let go of Hermione's hand and stood up. She walked to the door and looked at Hermione.

"Goodbye," why did she say it like it was the last time they will meet. She was gone.

Hermione sat there for who knows how long, holding her belly and letting the last of the tears go. Until she heard the front door open and saw Minerva pulling Fleur into the cottage by the ear, who was saying "Ouch ouch ouch" over and over again.

"Fleur, how did Molly find out where we were?" Minerva asked.

"It was an accident. I never meant for it to come out," said Fleur, in pain.

"How did it come out?" was Minerva tightening the grip on Fleur's ear?

"I was with Bill in, `Ogsmeade, when `is mother came over to see us. We were talking and I mentioned that I knew a girl that was `aving a baby but it wasn't with `er `usband, so she left. I didn't think she add it up."

"What were you thinking when you said it?"

"I don't know, I don't think!"

The next day, Hermione kept her word. The conversation with Molly played in her head over and over again till she had to write a letter. She asked Minerva if she could use her owl and she agreed (but she did warn that the bird bites, so she got to be careful there). I t wasn't a long letter and it wasn't short, just the right length and everything was said. The owl took the letter (after biting Hermione twice) and off it went.

Then Hermione gets a call from Minerva, something happened to Fleur when she was out with Bill and a spell went wrong. Hermione didn't need to hear anything else; she grabbed a vile of Polyjuice potion and ran for it.

Hermione could see Minerva standing by Fleur's bedside, looking worried. Hermione went over to them and Minerva was glad to see her. Even though Hermione was now Lavender but Minerva kind of guessed.

"What happened?" asked Hermione.

"Well, I and Bill were at the Leaky Cauldron," Fleur said, looking a little sick "and a boy named Neville came over to us. Bill and Neville knew each other and Bill said that `e couldn't do a spell. So Neville got out `is wand and, well, it went wrong."

"What spell," asked Hermione.

Before Fleur could answer, her face twisted up in a look of sickness and fear. Then her cheeks filled up, like a chipmunks, and tried to hold whatever it was in her mouth but was unable too for long. Fleur opened her mouth and out popped a yellow dandelion. Minerva tugged out the weed from Fleur's mouth and she spat out the evil taste in her mouth.

"Well at least he was sorry," said a voice from the background.

Hermione turned and saw Marcy and Kim from the Flourish and Blotts. Marcy was on the bed, with her foot bandaged up, and Kim in the seat beside her, reading the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.

"Hey we know you, you're the girl rehearsing for the play," said Kim.

"I thought I seen her before," said Marcy.

"What are you doing here?" asked Minerva.

"Well, Hagrid came into the shop because he lost another copy of Monster Book of Monsters, again, so when Kim was running up the aisle, I kind of slipped and the book started chewing my foot off. Very painful."

"I can tell," Hermione said, looking at Marcy's foot.

"Could have been worse, it could have killed her," said Kim.

"Thanks Kim," Marcy said, unimpressed.

"Don't mention it."

"Oh, by the way, we checked last night and there is no pregnant lady in Sweeny Todd," Marcy pointed out.

Great.

"So when is the little one due?" asked Kim, fascinated.

"Four weeks."

"Bet you it's a girl," said Kim, certain.

"You always think it's a girl."

"I am right most times."

"No your not. Remember the Weasley family, you said that all of their kids will be girls and most of them were boys!"

"I was right on the last one."

"No you weren't, you said she would be a boy. And remember the Potter's?"

"Yeah, I was wrong on that one wasn't I?"

"Just a bit," Marcy said, sarcastically.

"Hey Fleur, I found something that might help," said Bill who had now just come back.

"Really? What?"

Bill produced a big bottle, from behind his back, and everyone is shocked.

"Weed Killer? Are you crazy?" said Minerva.

"It could work."

"It will poison her."

"But at least it will stop the weeds."

"Yeah but she'll be dead afterwards," called out Kim.

Bill stood there for a minute. Clearly he hadn't thought of that. Then one of the Healers came over to check Fleur and….. Wait a minute, Slughorn!

"Right there missy, what seems to be the problem?" he askes.

"Professor Slughorn? What are you doing here?" asked Minerva.

"Minerva, nice to meet you again. Well, I thought you knew, I decided to become a Healer instead."

"Why?"

"I don't know really."

Fleur was waving in front of Slughorn and Minerva now as she had, again, got another weed in her mouth. Hermione grabs the weed and yanks it out and Fleur spits out the taste.

"Don't worry, my dear, this spell is easily treatable," said Slughorn, calmly.

"Good. How though," asked Hermione.

"With Weed Killer," he said, producing a bottle of his own.

Bill was trying so hard not to look smug for he knew that Minerva will give him an evil glare if he did.

"There you go, just put it in your mouth, don't swallow," Slughorn had poured a cap full of Weed Killer and Fleur put the whole thing in her mouth. Then her mouth twisted in a revolting look and Slughorn had prepared a bowl for her to throw up a pile of green weed covered in green goo.

"Here is the base of the problem," said Slughorn, poking the goo like he was fascinated by it.

"Can I go `ome," said Fleur, rather queasy. Bill was rubbing her back.

"Yes you can, but would your friend like a scan of her baby before she goes?"

During her whole pregnancy, Hermione had never considered about having a scan.

She doesn't even know, at this stage, if her baby is okay. What if she had lost the baby already and didn't know it? What if there was something wrong with it? What if there is more then one baby? What if-

"Are you alright?"

Hermione snapped out of her trance. A woman with long brown hair (her name tag say Jasmine) and another woman with thick black hair and dark skin (her name tag saying Arathy) were by her bed, setting up the ultra sound.

"So is this your first baby?" asked Arathy.

"Yeah it is," replied Hermione, who was lying on the bed.

"It's alright to be nervous, you would be weird if you weren't," said Jasmine.

"Have you got kids?" asked Hermione.

"No," they said in sync.

"Ready," asked Jasmine.

Hermione nodded and lifted her shirt over her belly. The Polyjuice had worn off by the time Jasmine and Arathy had came by her bed so they didn't freak out when she morphed back into herself. Arathy had applied a cold, blue jelly onto her belly and Jasmine put a transducer. On the screen, a little baby turned up, out of nowhere, on the screen with a little beating heart. Hermione couldn't take her eyes of the screen knowing that the baby on it was hers.

"Okay, everything looks fine," said Arathy, and Hermione's fears were gone.

"Do you want to know the sex?" asked Jasmine and Hermione nodded.

Jasmine moved the transducer a little bit and looked in closely to the screen.

"It's a… girl," said Arathy, wiping the jelly off Hermione.

"Congrats," said Jasmine.

A girl. A little girl. Wow.

Ron Weasley was at Auror HQ, looking through CCTV footage when Harry came in.

"Hey Ron, there's a letter for you," said Harry, passing the letter to him.

"Thanks," and Harry left.

Ron looked at the letter in his hand. Who is it from? Maybe his brother, Charlie, in Romania or maybe Bill telling him all about his new girlfriend, who he loves dearly. Or maybe it's Ginny, asking if he can ask Harry if he will go out with her, or maybe…. Wait a minute.

Ron eyes looked back at the screen and to what had caught his eye. He forgot everything about the letter and went to the screen that showed St Mungo's hospital. Ron enlarges the area of the screen and there was what his heart was aching for. The same hair, face, eyes, mouth, nose, arms, legs and everything.

It was her. Hermione.