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4 years and 9 months later

Hermione was just putting the finishing touches on her report on a case she had just gotten involving a suspicious man who was accused of putting the Imperius Curse on an elderly witch. It had taken her a great deal of effort but, it was well worth it. Her boss would be overjoyed to see she finished it a week earlier than what was expected. Hermione worked as an Auror at the Ministry of Magic, and was an excellent one at that. At only 22 years of age she had climbed the ranks to just under the highest ranking Auror, Kingsley Shacklebolt. She had even risen above The Savior, Harry Potter, which many thought that he was mad she had higher seniority over him. In reality he was happy and totally impressed in her achievements.

"Mione, I'm home," Ron yelled as he opened the front door of their tiny three bedroom house. He came home with a large bouquet of roses and a large bunch of balloons in every color imaginable. He opened a cabinet and found an empty vase. He filled it up with water from the sink and put the pretty flowers in it. Where he got the money to buy the dozens of balloons and the roses were beyond Hermione's knowledge. Ron currently did not have a "real" job. He failed miserably at Auror training and, no amount of begging and pleading from Harry, Hermione, or him would help him get in. Everyone in charge of the training deemed him an unworthy wizard to become an Auror. It had devastated him to the point where Hermione had almost quit her job. Once in a while he would work in George's joke shop if they really needed the extra cash but, usually his job was to watch their now four year old daughter Rose when Hermione was off at work. This was the only thing that worked out to their advantage because; Hermione didn't want to put her baby in wizard day care all day long.

"Rosie will love them!" Hermione beamed. It was April 1st Rose's fourth birthday. They were throwing her a surprise birthday party. They couldn't tell her, she would never come out of her room if they did. The thing about Rose was none of the other children in her family got a long with her. She always ended up crying or hurting one of them. No one else but Hermione ever noticed though, which was probably a good thing for everyone.

"Mummy?" Rose's little voice called out from the top of the stairs. "Are those balloons all for me?" She ran down the stairs and jumped into her mother's arms. She had a big smile plastered on her face.

"Yes, angel." Hermione said and shivered. Rose had that 1000 volt smile that made the person who saw it want to do anything for her. That smile haunted Hermione's dreams and thoughts frequently. "Guess, what day it is?" Hermione asked her daughter. Rose's little face scrunched and she chewed on her lip, the same way Hermione did when she was deep in thought.

"My birthday!" Rose shouted happily when she figured it out. Her pale face lit up again. Hermione nodded. The timer on the oven went off and, she went over to fetch Rose her favorite breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes. She would only allow Rose to eat them a few times a month, due to high amounts of carbs and calories. Normally, Hermione would only let her eat them on her birthday but, when Rose had gone to her yearly check-up at St. Mungos the healers had concluded that she was extremely underweight. Hermione explained that she sometimes ate more than her at mealtimes. "Good genes then, I suppose." The healer had said to her. Ever since then Hermione let her eat nearly everything she wanted, even though she barely gained any weight.

Rose ate happily while Hermione cleaned the house and Ron had put up the decorations. When Rose was done Hermione put her dishes in the sink and started brushing her daughter's pretty ringlet curls. When she was done she led Rose up the stairs to get dressed in a pretty emerald sparkly dress. As Hermione watched her change she couldn't believe her baby was already four years old. In seven and a half years from now she would be waving to her on the platform that was right in front of the Hogwarts express. Hermione hugged her daughter and stroked her curls.

"10 more minutes," Ron shouted up the stairs. Hermione jolted back to reality. She quickly ran into her and Ron's bedroom and got changed into a snug fitting purple tank top and black skinny jeans. She realized it was chilly outside and grabbed a black cardigan.

A few minutes later as Hermione walked down the stairs the doorbell rang. Ron went to go answer it. The whole Weasley/Potter clan was standing outside their door. "Fancy seeing you," Harry said and slapped Ron on the shoulder. He led the family into the family room where Rose was sitting on the couch drawing.

"Rosie, doodle let me see what you've been drawing this time!" Mrs. Weasley called out to the pale girl. Rose looked up and handed her grandmother the drawing. "Oh, it's wonderful!" Rose smirked. All the children glared at her, except baby Lily who was barely a year old. The drawing was truly magnificent; it was almost like she took a photograph of a dragon and gave to her grandma. It was so life like. The fire the dragon was breathing out made it look like the paper was in flames. Mrs. Weasley passed the drawing to her son Charlie. He beamed at the drawing. "Rose, do you mind if I keep this?" he asked her. Rose shook her head and smiled. Charlie patted her head and kissed the top of it.

"Go on kids. Go play in the backyard," Ron told the children, trying to get them out of the house.

"We might as well go out, too. It is a beautiful day," Hermione said walking out the door. She didn't mind staying in the house with the rest of the family but, she had to keep an eye out for Rose. Something always happened between her and the other children. It was best to get her out of the situation early on if she could.

Ron looked livid as everyone filed outside. He wanted to have a nice quiet conversation indoors without the kids yelling or screaming. It wasn't much to ask for. Hermione had to ruin everything. He reluctantly followed everyone out muttering swear words under his breath.

Teddy, Victoire, James, and Albus all loved to gang up on Rose. Well, the two older ones made James (who was only a year older than Rose) and Albus (who was a month older than Rose) despise her. Victoire decided Rose wasn't good enough to be her friend because of her unnatural and beautiful hair color. What Victoire said was law to the other kids. They all obeyed her every command. After all she was 1/8 veela and, she only had boy cousins she could play with besides Rose and Lily.

"Let's play tag," Victoire suggested. The boys all nodded in agreement. Rose didn't say a thing. Her Mummy had told her to ignore Vicky if she wasn't doing something she wanted to do. "Rose is it." All the children ran in different directions. Rose walked away and sat next to her Auntie Ginny and Uncle Harry looking at Lily with interest.

"Go play, Rosie." Ron said shooing her away from the crowd of grownups. Once Rose was out of earshot he said, "God she's strange, she never plays with children her own age." Everyone laughed. Hermione let out a fake giggle. She felt bad for her angel. She could see the other kids didn't like her very much. She was also ticked off at Ron, who recently started shooing her away from them all the time. "She's intruding upon our grownup time," Ron told her when she questioned him about it a week before. 5-6 days a week Hermione was at work from 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. She barely got to see Rose and, now when she got home from work Ron would tell Rose to go away.

"Who wants to sing Happy Birthday and eat cake?" Hermione called out. All the children came running towards the cake shaped like a butterfly. Even though it was Rose's birthday cake, cake was cake. Even Victoire wouldn't deny herself a piece.

Mr. Weasley shut off the lights. The whole family began to sing. Once they were done Rose blew out the four candles and made a wish. Everyone clapped (besides the kids). Uncle Bill whistled loudly. For the first time since the doorbell rang Rose Weasley was smiling her 1000 volt smile that melted everyone's hearts.

"Rose, you get the first piece." Hermione said as she cut part of the purple butterfly wing out for her daughter. Victoire was mad because she wanted the first piece. Everyone besides Aunt Hermione let her. She didn't dare do anything to make Rose upset in front of her mother, either. Hermione could see right through Victoire, unlike the rest of them. She knew that Vicky really pulled the chair out from under Rose at Albus' party even though Victoire claimed it was "on accident".

Rose ate slowly. She got Hermione's brains and knew that the longer she ate her cake the shorter amount of time she had to play with her mean cousins. Sadly, her cake disappeared rather quickly even though everyone was already done enjoying their piece. She stared at her plate for a while until someone swiftly grabbed it and threw it in the nearest trash can.

"Enough, Rose. What's gotten into you? Play with your cousins! NOW!" Ron shouted at her. Everyone became silent, even Lily who was making fussing noises didn't make a peep. Rose's lip trembled. Her Daddy was yelling at her for no reason at all. Didn't he care that Vicky, Teddy, James, and Al didn't want to play with her? Rose was scared and she got up and went by the kids anyways. Her Daddy sometimes hit her really hard when he was mad and yelled at her. Mummy didn't know.

"Widdle baby Rosie," Teddy taunted. "Are you going to cry because your Daddy yelled at you?" Victoire and James started laughing. Albus had no idea why Teddy was being mean. He would have cried if his Daddy yelled at him, too.

"Rose the little baby no one but her Mum likes," Teddy sang. Victoire was laughing so hard tears streamed down her sky blue eyes. Teddy sang it again since it was really getting a kick out of Victoire. He secretly had a crush on her. James and Albus thought he was pushing it too far. Pure hatred showed on Rose's face. Albus got scared and closed his eyes. Rose was so mad she came charging toward Teddy. She rammed her whole body into him. He wasn't prepared for her to do that so, he fell down on his back. Rose started kicking, biting, and scratching him. Teddy screamed. None of the adults looked up since, Lily was throwing a fit. They all assumed it was Lily screaming louder than normal.

Victoire grabbed Rose off of Teddy and sort of tossed her aside. She helped Teddy up. He had a dumbfounded expression on his face; he was 3 years older than Rose. She had managed to tackle him to the ground. "You animal!" Victoire shouted her voice full of rage. "You don't belong in this family, Rose. Your hair is platinum blonde and your eyes are the color of a bar of silver. Your skin is ghostly pale and you are as ugly as hell. Mum was right! You don't look like anything like anyone else in the family, except a sliver of Auntie Hermione! Children are supposed to look like both their Mummys and Daddys and cousins, too!"

It was then Hermione heard the distinct cry of her angel. She ran towards Rose to see what was going on. The kids panicked as they saw Hermione come, especially Victoire. Rose had big crocodile tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "Ok baby. Mummy is here," Hermione said as she scooped Rose up in her arms. She took Rose up to her room and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

She let Rose cry for a few more minutes. She wouldn't get an audible answer for what happened any other way. "Tell me what happened, Rosie." Hermione said patting her baby on the back.

"Vicky… she-she t-told me I was ugly. She said I didn't belong. S-She said kids are 'posed to look like their M-Mummys and Daddys," Rose sobbed in her mother's arms.

Hermione suddenly got very white. She knew the Weasley family talked behind her back to Ron discussing Rose's parentage. They had even wanted him to get a paternity test done when they saw Rose come out with blonde hair and silver-gray eyes. Ron had refused, due to Hermione's claims that both features came from her side of the family. Ron had insisted it was common knowledge that when brown and blue eyes clashed they made gray. Whether or not the Weasley's believed him was an entire matter altogether. Hermione honestly didn't know if that was true but, in Rose's case it wasn't. At first Hermione had only had a few scary moments where she would believe that her baby could have a father that was not her devoted boyfriend. But, once she saw Rose for the first time everything changed for the worst. Oh, Hermione wanted to tell Ron that Rose was not his child. She honestly did but, things had gotten in the way. First, Ron seemed so happy to find out he was the father of a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Second, Ron had proposed to her seconds after the baby was delivered. He wanted them to truly be together so they could raise the baby as a family and give Hermione and the child a stable home. And third, there was no way she could have told Rose's biological father. He wouldn't have accepted her and, she would be turning down the chance to be happy with Ron.

Unfortunately, Hermione hadn't counted on that fact Rose had barely looked like herself. Rose was a spitting image of her father she had his hair, eyes, skin color, pointed features, and personality traits. Rose had her father's famous smirk and his dazzling smile. She was arrogant, self-centered, ambitious, artistic, cunning, sneaky, and had a knack for picking out the most expensive item in the store. Yes she was him to a t, no doubt about it.

Hermione remembered hours after she gave birth to Rose she thought, Yes, Ron I give you a perfectly healthy daughter, who I know for a fact is yours. Happy April Fool's Day!

April Fools. Ironic, huh? Well, the father will be revealed in the next chapter but, you may want to read the Harry Books again or see a movie if you still haven't figured it out. Please review!