An unpleasant encounter as requested by Warriorwitch13.
"Màthair." Diana pulled on her mother's arm. "Can we please go to the park?"
Picking up the six month old Morgana, Hermione nodded. "Go ask your deirfiúr mhór if she wants to join us."
"Can seanmháthair come too?" Diana pleaded.
"Go ask her." Hermione smiled and gently popped her daughter's bottom.
Giggling, the young Gryffindor skipped out of the room.
Hermione sighed, Diana had turned five two weeks ago and had asked where her father was. It broke her heart, every time, she had to tell Diana that her father was dead. Shifting Morgana more comfortable on her hip, Hermione starting packing the picnic basket.
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"Did you have a good picnic?" Minerva asked, smiling at her middle granddaughter.
"Yes!" Diana grinned. "But màthair forgot to pack the ice cream."
Hermione smiled. "You don't need any ice cream."
"I can get her some." Minerva grinned at her daughter. "She can even spend the night in my quarters."
"I see your master plan." Helena smirked.
"Oh?" Minerva arched an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Helena nodded. "You want to spoil your granddaughter."
Minerva laughed. "You caught me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Go get my daughters ice cream, Màthair."
Standing up, Minerva headed in the direction of the ice cream shop.
"Màthair." Diana bit her lip. "You're not mad?"
"No, Kitten." Hermione lifted Diana into her lap. The young witch snuggled into her mother's embrace.
Helena smiled, placing a kiss Morgana's forehead. The infant giggled and grasped a handful of her black hair.
A man and a woman approached the blanket.
Hermione was tickling Diana, causing her to squeal and didn't notice their approach.
"Do I know you?" The woman asked.
Hermione froze, before slowly turning toward the familiar voice. Recognizing them immediately, she quickly stood up and moved in front of her daughters. "Helena, would you please take your sisters and go find your grandmother."
"Màthair?" Helena cradled Morgana to her chest and reached toward Diana.
"Màthair?" Diana tugged on her mother's hand.
Grabbing her younger sister's arm, Helena tucked her to her side. "How do you know my màthair?"
"I'm not sure." The man admitted. "We don't remember, but we recognized you."
Hermione hissed, causing the couple to step back.
The woman held her hands up. "Please, we just want to know how we know you. We mean you no harm."
Hermione snorted, then burst out laughing. "You… you… you…" She was laughing so hard she couldn't form a complete sentence.
"I fail to see what's so amusing." The man frowned.
Dropping her Occlumency shields, Helena thought: Are these the people who sired you?
Immediately sobering up, Hermione nodded.
Helena barred her teeth and glared at the couple. Sensing the tension, Diana gripped her older sister's leg tighter.
"You know." Hermione cocked her head. "I surprised you recognized me at all."
The couple shared a look.
"I recognize you, how could I not, Jean and John Granger." Hermione snarled.
"Who are you?" Jean asked. "And what did we do to you?"
"Would you like the short list or the long?!" Hermione shouted, magic crackling.
"What's going on here?" Minerva asked, four ice cream cones in hand.
John's eyes widened. "I know you."
Minerva's head snapped toward the man and she growled. Quickly, she moved between the Grangers and her granddaughters, her own daughter seemed to be handling herself quiet well.
"Hermione?" Jean asked.
"Oh, so you do remember?" Hermione caustically asked. "I'm no longer afraid of you."
John swallowed, perhaps it had been a really dumb idea to abuse someone who had powers beyond their comprehension.
"Do you realize what I could do to you, and you would never even realize it?" Hermione cocked her head to the side.
Helena's eyes widened, she had only seen Hermione this angry when she was protecting someone, mostly Helena herself.
"Please." Jean begged.
"Tell me, how many times did I beg you to stop?" Hermione was breathing heavily. "I like you begging. Do it again."
Both Grangers were shaking in fear.
"But I won't." Hermione sighed. "If you know what's good for you, you will stay away from me and my family."
Jean nodded. "I will don't worry. And I'm so sorr…"
"Don't!" Hermione snapped.
"How dare you interrupt your mother." John growled. He remembered Hermione bloody and sobbing on the floor, begging them to stop. He didn't see the grown woman, obviously, no longer afraid of them, his wife did.
Standing to her full height, Hermione looked at him, eyes full of contempt. "Your wife is not, and never was, my mother. Minerva is my mother."
"Yun ungrateful bitch!" John was shaking with rage.
"You may leave, now." Hermione ordered.
Minerva smiled, she was proud of her daughter.
"We will not." John snarled, before swinging his fist at Hermione.
Reflexes honed by war and training with Godric, Hermione blocked the blow and kneed him in the groin.
John dropped to the ground, holding his crotch.
It took all of Hermione's strength to turn around and not knee him in the face. Picking up Diana, she kissed her daughter's cheek. "Why don't we walk and eat our ice cream?"
Diana wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and buried her head in her shoulder. "Is he a mean man?"
"Yes, Kitten, he's a very mean man." Hermione nodded. "But we won't let him hurt you."
"No we won't." Helena frowned, holding Morgana closer to her chest. The infant had fallen asleep during the argument, lulled to sleep by her sister's warmth.
Minerva smiled at Hermione. "I am so proud of you Kitten."
Hermione grinned at her mother. "You know, after fighting in a war, they don't scare me anymore."
Ruffling her daughter's hair, Minerva smiled.