Long time no update aye? Sorry guys! But here we go, a massive dramatic chapter. I would just like to say three things about my storyline.

Firstly, it basically follows the books, except the last one. As you will see later in the chapter.

Secondly, this is set after the 6th book.

'Thank you, Mrs Weasley. I'll take it from here.' I politely smiled, gesturing the suitcase she'd just dragged out of the trunk of the blue Ford.

'Hermione, for heaven's sake, don't be ridiculous! You're our guest; we'll take care of everything!' Mrs Weasley tutted in reply.

'Well, if you're sure...' I trailed off.

'Oh of course, It's no trouble.'

'Well thank you for everything.' I smiled. 'Especially putting me up, after... well... the whole thing with my mother...'

'It's no bother at all, if anything, it'll be nice to have another woman in the house.'

Not knowing how to respond, I merely smiled.

'Now let me look at you.' Mrs Weasley announced, stepping back and looking at me up and down.

'Heavens Hermione, what have they been feeding you at school? You've just given birth, yet you look like you haven't eaten in months!'

Fred rightly chose this time to interrupt. 'Is Isadora's cot set up yet, mum? She usually has a nap about now.'

'Oh yes, of course, everything is set up. I made Arthur put it all together a few weeks ago.'

'He didn't have to Mrs Weasley, we could have done it.' I replied.

'Can you imagine how excited he was with all those disassembled muggle objects lying around? He was like a child in a sweet shop!' She laughed.

'Typical dad.' Fred chuckled. 'When's he home anyway?'

'He won't be home this evening, he's had four emergency calls already. The ministry has been so hectic since Voldemort's return. Last week there were 64 claims from people saying they'd been put under the Imperius curse.' Mrs Weasley sighed, shaking her head.

'Yes, it's terrible. The whole country is in a terrible state.' I replied uneasily. There was a war fast approaching, and I'd just sent this woman's youngest son off too god knows where, even after she was kind enough to take me in.

'Well mum, we better take Isadora upstairs.' Fred interrupted, obviously sensing my unease.

'Yes of course, and I'll make a start on dinner.' Mrs Weasley grinned.

I nodded politely and followed Fred up the stairs. He entered Ginny's bedroom, where the cot was set up, and placed Isadora in it. After that I followed him into his own bedroom, and flopped down on the bed.

'Sorry about mum, you know what she's like.' Fred apologised, and I chuckled in response.

'Well, she's just concerned.' I smiled, opening an overnight bag, and fishing out my pyjamas. 'Is it okay if I take a shower?'

'Of course.' He nodded.

'I wouldn't ask, but I just never feel clean when I've been in hospital...' I began.

'Just get into the shower, Hermione.' Fred ordered, shooing me out with his hand.

'Ok, I'm going! I'm going!' I giggled, running out of the room.

'I don't want to hear another sound from you, until you've showered!' He shouted, at my retreating figure.

I walked into the bathroom, and closed the door behind me. The shower was pretty easy to operate, and I was in and out within about 5 minutes. I grabbed a fluffy white towel off the edge of the bath, and reached for a smaller one to wrap my hair up in. I'd left my slippers outside the door, and I slipped them on as I left. Fred was downstairs, when I went back into the bedroom, and I merely shrugged and changed into my pyjamas. I wandered downstairs and into the hallway. I could hear Fred and Mrs Weasley's voices, from behind the kitchen door. As I reached for the door handle I heard my name being mentioned.

'Think about Hermione, and Isadora! Fred, what are you thinking?' Mrs Weasley was shouting.

'They'll manage without me!' Fred was shouting, 'They'll be fine!'

Feeling confused I chose this time to let myself be known. 'Fred where are you?' I shouted.

'In here Hermione.' He shouted back.

I waited a few seconds before pushing the door open.

'Hey Hermione, dinners ready now anyway.' Fred smiled.

'Oh great! Thank you Mrs Weasley.' I replied politely.

'It's no trouble Hermione.' She said rather coldly.

I slid into my seat opposite Fred, not even looking down at my plate.

'I'm just going to owl Percy.' Mrs Weasley announced.

Fred nodded, and turned to sit down. I also looked down at my food, feeling awkward.

Mrs Weasley busted out of the room, and I was sure I heard her mutter 'Stupid boy' as she left.

I looked up at Fred, and saw he was busy stabbing his spaghetti with his fork.

'Fred.' I said, my voice showing no expression. 'What's the matter?'

'Nothing.' He snapped. 'I'm fine.'

'I don't believe you, I heard you and your mother arguing before I came down.' I explained.

'You were eavesdropping?' Fred hissed.

'No, I heard my name. I have a right to know, if it affects me.' I responded calmly.

Fred merely ignored me, and continued to stab at his food.

'Fred...' I began.

'Ok Hermione, you really want to know?' He shouted.

'Yes, I do.'

'I'm going to war.' He bellowed. 'I'm joining the 'WUA' and I'm going abroad, to fight the death eaters.' He finished, his voice getting quieter.

'The WUA?' I questioned, feeling rather baffled.

'Wizards Under Age.' Fred answered. 'For anyone still in school.'

'And what about me, and Isadora? What about your OWLS, and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?' I demanded.

'You'll manage, and so will the shop.' He reasoned. 'And I'll only be gone about a year.'

'A year?' I screeched. 'But it's not just any year is it? Its Isadora's first year. You'll miss her first words, her first steps, maybe even her first birthday!'

'Hermione, it's got to be done.' He reasoned. 'For the greater good.'

'The greater good? Leaving your teenage fiancé, and one month old baby, is for the greater good?'

'In the long run, it will be.' He pleaded.

'Okay.' I replied coolly, standing up suddenly, and marching out of the room.

'Where are you going?' Fred shouted, after me.

'To check on Isadora.' I snapped, in reply. I stormed up the stairs leaving a fuming Fred downstairs, and an untouched plate of spaghetti bolognese.

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