Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a few weeks, but life has been manic! I did think about finishing this story after the last chapter but decided to continue till the wedding! So enjoy the longest 'Our Family' chapter so far!

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THIS HAS BEEN RE-UPDATED BECAUSE OF A MISTAKE WITH THE BABY'S NAME. IT HAS BEEN RESOLVED, THANK YOU FOR POINTING IT OUT DAZZLED-MIDNIGHT-MELODY :) X

Hermione's POV

I sat upright in bed, rocking Isadora back and forth gently in my arms. Her small pink hand clutched my finger loosely, as she slept peacefully. Occasionally stretching and wriggling in her sleep. She was so beautiful, so...perfect. I couldn't believe she was there, lying in my arms. Until that day it hadn't seemed real, but suddenly it had become reality. I was slowly getting used to it, accepting my new responsibility. Fred was struggling though. He'd visited me briefly that morning, but when I'd began breastfeeding Isadora he'd left, claiming he had 'baby shopping' to do.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, creaking loudly and causing me to jump in surprise. A few seconds later a mop of long frizzy black hair appeared. I quickly racked my brains, trying to think who might possibly be visiting me. After drawing a blank, I gave in and waited for the visitor to reveal themselves.

A short stocky woman appeared in front of me. Her long black hair reached her waist and was extremely messy and tangled. Her eyes were a vivid green and her nose was small and freckled. Her healthy looking tan and pearly white teeth complimented her pale pink lips. She looked about 25, give or take a few years. Her robes were blood red and she wore dull black combat boots. But the two things that stood out most were a large scar that dominated one side of her face, and also her vivid purple lips.

'Hello Hermione.' The unknown woman greeted, smiling sweetly. 'I'm Isadora, I leant your fiancé my broom.' She explained.

'Oh, of course!' I grinned, remembering what Fred had told me about her scar. 'Come in!'

She nodded politely and approached the bed. She walked slowly, as if expecting to be attacked. Finally she reached the bed and smiled at Isadora and I. 'Wow, she's beautiful.' She breathed, looking down at the infant in my arms. 'She has your lips you know.'

'Thank you.' I replied, genuinely happily. 'Would you like to hold her?' I asked.

'Oh, yes please. If it's okay with you.' Isadora beamed.

'Of course.' I reassured her.

Isadora gently sat on the edge of the bed, and I handed her my little girl. She cradled the child in her arms, and stared down at her.

'What's her name?' Isadora asked casually.

I hesitated, before taking a deep breath and announcing 'Isadora, her name's Isadora.' I paused for a few seconds. 'She's named after you. Isadora Aletta Weasley.'

'Wow thank you.' She replied, her voice getting caught in her throat.

'Well we were just so grateful to you, and...' I trailed off, not sure how to phrase the next part.

'You know my story.' Isadora sighed.

'Not all of it.' I confessed, looking down.

'Four years ago I was in a flying accident. The wind was harsh and I lost control of my broom. I fell off and was knocked unconscious. At the time I was pregnant. When I was found it was too late to help the baby. It had been killed on impact.' I felt my heart drop as I looked up at Isadora and saw tears in her eyes.

'I was only 19 at the time.' She carried on, roughly wiping the tears away. 'I'd just left school, and my parents had kicked me out when they'd found out about the baby. I had no family, no money, no home, the only thing keeping me going was that baby. I managed to become Puddlemere United's reserve keeper, and shared a flat with one of the reserve chasers. I vowed that I'd bring up my baby correctly, and not let it make the same mistakes I did. I also vowed that I'd work my way up and become the keeper for Puddlemere united and make my child proud. I even had names picked out. Aletta Imogen Bevirelle for a girl, and Jacob Harley Bevirelle for a boy.'

Isadora stopped speaking for a few minute, clearly lost in her thoughts. After a few more minutes she began speaking again. 'After losing the baby, I found out I was unable to have any more children because so much damage had been done during the accident.' Isadora confessed, her voice becoming hoarser as she tried to ignore the tears. 'After finding that out, I began suffering depression, and only turned my life back around a year ago. I've moved on, but I'll never forget it. This scar is a constant reminder of my unborn little baby, but it also helps me when I feel worst. When I'm in a quidditch match, I remember the scar and I play for my child. My parents still don't speak to me, but its okay. '

'I had no idea...' I began before I was cut off.

'No it's okay. I've moved on, and am actually planning on adopting twin a brother and sister from Northern England' she explained, her tone beginning to sound less subdued.

'Well, that's great! Good for you.' I encouraged her.

'I'm sorry for boring you with such a long story.' Isadora apologised. 'But if you'd like I can tell you a little bit about the name Isadora if you'd like' she offered.

'Oh yes please!' I replied enthusiastically.

'It means 'Gift of Iris. Iris was the Greek goddess of rainbows you see. My mother chose that as my name because when I was younger my lips would change colour on their own accord. They changed four times within the first day, starting red and finishing green. I can still do it now, but I can actually control the colour. But if I get angry they turn black on their own.' Isadora giggled clearly remembering an occasion when her lips had changed colour.

'Wow, that's fascinating.' I grinned, happy to know the baby's name origin.

'Where's your fiancé by the way? Fred, I think.'

'Yes, his names Fred.' I answer, he's gone shopping. The reality of the whole thing hasn't sunk in yet.' I explained.

'Oh.' Isadora grinned, before we both started chuckling.