Author's note : I'm a big fan of Ron and Hermione and their love for each other. I would try to do justice to them and this story.

This is a no Voldemort AU. Obviously every character is alive and thriving. I am going to mostly stick with Hermione and Ron in this story. There will be a romance between Harry and Ginny, it's going to be in background mostly.

And There's a whole mystery of what happened to Annabeth Weasley.

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. it all belongs To JK Rowling.

Chapter One

It has been two centuries since the fateful day when the enmity between the Weasleys and the Potters began. The day the Weasleys lost a daughter, whom they believe to this day was murdered by the Potters, who vehemently claimed she was treated like their own daughter in their house. Two centuries ago, the Weasleys and Potters became a family when their daughter, Annabeth Weasley, and their son, Enord Potter, fell in love and married each other. But that relationship didn't last long, as within a year of the marriage, Annabeth Potter, née Weasley, died in an accident. It never came out how or when she died, but all they ever found was her body a week later after she had gone missing in a forest located in southern France. The death of a daughter brought nothing but misery to the family, as in their grief for the loss of their daughter, they claimed she was killed by her husband and in-laws. Then came the story that the Potters had not always treated Annabeth Potter neè Weasley right. But eventually, no one could really show any evidence or prove that Annabeth Potter was really killed by her in-laws. The Potters always claimed she was treated like a daughter and that they never neglected or harmed her, physically or emotionally, but the Weasleys didn't believe in their innocence and swore vengeance on them. The vengeance did come as the youngest brother of Annabeth killed Enord Potter in a fierce duel. This began an enmity that still lingers between the families even after two centuries. For two centuries, the Weasleys never had a daughter until Ginerva Weasley was born to Arthur and Molly Weasley.

But this tale is about one Hermione Granger, who is an adopted child of James and Lily Potter and Ron Weasley, the older brother of Ginerva Weasley.


Hermione Granger

The life she has known is nothing short of a miracle and a nightmare. She was five years old when she was told that she was a witch, and life has never been simpler since. One day she was in the town's local library, as usual, reading to her heart's content. One of the books she was really interested in reading was on a top shelf, quite out of reach, but Hermione was stubborn. She somehow even tried to climb the shelves to reach the book, but it didn't work. Just when she was about to give up, the book suddenly came floating towards her, and she heard a gasp from behind her. When she turned around, she saw a woman with red hair. She knew her; she lived in their neighborhood, and her name was Lily Potter. She might have been coming towards Hermione after seeing her struggle to get the book and obviously saw what had happened. Hermione had kind of accepted that weird things happened around her, and it was not the first time. Once she somehow managed to repair one of her favorite books when it was soaked in water because of rain. Then the woman smiled at her as she introduced herself, "Hello dear, my name is Lily Potter. You must be Hermione?"

She remembered that day vividly, even after eleven years. The woman she met that day became her parent just a couple of years later when she lost her parents in an accident. After losing her parents, she didn't even know what was going to happen to her until Lily Potter and James Potter adopted her. She already knew Harry by then, as when she learned she was a witch, she almost spent most of her time with the Potters. But now, as she became part of their family, Harry became her younger brother. She has a younger sister too, as three years ago, they welcomed a new member to their family.

"Earth to Hermy?" she heard as someone snapped fingers in front of her.

"Don't call me that," she snapped at her younger brother Harry as he cheekily smiled at her and, with a single wave towards her, ran towards the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, disappearing. She heard her father James Potter say, "Now you, my lady." It was her cue to get to the platform, and she did. Just a couple of minutes later, she was surrounded by her family. Thankfully, her sister was peacefully sleeping on the shoulder of her mother. That girl was a heavy sleeper; once she was asleep, not even a dragon could wake her up.

She kissed her sister's cheek and whispered, "Bye, Pie," to her. She smiled in her sleep. Next, she hugged her mother, her sister sandwiched between them.

"You better write to me every week," her mother Lily Potter said. "Take care of yourself, and make sure that your brother stays in line."

"Yes, Mum," she replied.

Next, she hugged her father, who just messed with her hair. She punched him in the chest as he started laughing. He always did that with her—her hair was already a mess, and he created more of it.

"Hey, kiddo, try to relax too. You don't always have to study. You're better than most; if anything, you're the best," James said. "So don't take too much pressure just because it's an OWL year."

She huffed a bit, then smiled at her dad and replied, "Don't worry, Dad."

As her father helped her get her trunk into one of the compartments, Harry came bounding back to say his goodbye. After another round of goodbyes, Hermione boarded the train and sat in the compartment she found with her dad's help. Just a couple of minutes later, the train began to whistle aloud. It was already 11 o'clock, the departure time of the train. Out of the window, she saw it was her sister's cue to wake up, looking a bit confused as the train started moving. The last she saw was her sister trying to get away from their mother to board the train.

Her sister was a menace. She was asleep for most of the time on the platform because she didn't sleep even for a moment the previous night after realizing that Hermione and Harry were leaving for school. She was determined not to let them go.

Hermione made her way to the prefects' meeting with this year's appointed Head Boy and Head Girl. She was glad to be a prefect and wasn't really surprised to become one. What surprised her was the other person who became a prefect—someone she can't really understand how anyone in their right mind would make a prefect or give any kind of responsibility. That kid was lazy, obnoxious, selfish, and not that academically gifted. If logic prevailed, Harry should've been the one to become a prefect, but she found a sound reason for that, as her brother was this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team captain, so it made sense not to give him any more burden, especially since it was their OWL year. But then there was Dean and Seamus; they would have been finer choices than the guy they chose as prefect, but maybe their record of getting a lot of detention didn't sit well with the one who appointed the prefects. Still, they were left with one fine choice, and that was Neville. He maybe wasn't so bright when it came to classes or tests, but he was one hardworking boy. So why, instead of choosing Neville, did they choose the one guy who should never have been given such responsibility? Why would anyone in their right mind would make Ronald Weasley a prefect?

As her rant came to an end, she reached her destination. Everyone was already there, of course, except Ronald Weasley. He came to the meeting but after thirty minutes. Why bother even coming when the meeting was just about to finish?

"This is a joke, right? Weasley is a prefect?" Draco Malfoy said snidely, and for once, Hermione agreed with him.

"Enough, Malfoy," said Christine Blandworth, the Head Girl. She was a seventh-year Slytherin.

"Um—I'm sorry, it just slipped my mind that I was supposed to be here," Ronald Weasley said hurriedly, obviously embarrassed by the whole situation.

"Never mind, next time don't bother coming if you're late," said Alexander Worinson, a seventh-year Ravenclaw.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry," Ron replied as he sat down right beside her. Great.

After suffering another fifteen minutes in the presence of the Great Oaf named Ronald Weasley, as they patrolled the train corridors, she was finally able to join her brother and his friends in the compartment. Hermione didn't really make any friends during her time at Hogwarts. She tried in her first year, but she couldn't really get close to anybody. She was just happy with herself. It wasn't like Harry ever left her side. He was always there with her. He was her best friend even before he became her brother, and that didn't change at Hogwarts. He always made sure to be with her. She knew her brother was a sweet boy. Oh, she knew he wouldn't like for her to say something like this, as he was a boy, but he was.

The train journey was peaceful for the most part. Her brother and his friends did play Exploding Snap in the compartment, which made quite a racket, but aside from that, the train journey was smooth. She was able to read one of her favorite books during the journey, a fictional novel named *A Forgetful Day* written by a witch named Rosemary Septimus. She still found novels written in the magical world quite fascinating; they had their own charm, which was quite different from those written in the Muggle world.

After the journey, she was quite hungry and really wanted some food. So, when they finally entered the Great Hall, she just wanted to get the sorting over with and patiently waited for the food to appear. When it did, she tried to fill her plate as quickly as possible. She heard someone say, "Bloody hell, I was going to die if I had to wait another minute for this."

She shouldn't have looked in that direction, but against her better judgment, she did. She knew who it was—his voice was too recognizable. She had heard it one too many times here. He was sitting just a few steps away from her. From her angle, she could see him clearly, stuffing his mouth with chicken. It killed her appetite. Why did he have to eat like a monkey? Ugh.

She didn't want to do this, especially not with Ronald Weasley, but it was her duty as a prefect to escort the new members to their house—a duty she shared with Ronald Weasley of all people. He didn't try to talk to her, and she was thankful for that. They both gathered the first years, and he let her speak to them. After she finally showed every female student their dormitory, she headed to her own. Instead of planning tomorrow's lesson, she decided to sleep. She was just too tired.

The first week was a blur for Hermione. Their classes for the first years were about the introduction of the OWLs this year. They mostly revised what they had learned so far instead of starting anything new. She spent most of her time in the library, as she had to plan the whole year. She could not afford any lapses; this year was going to be significant for her life as a witch, and she couldn't let anything go wrong. She had to spend two days a week with Ronald Weasley doing their prefect patrols for an hour. He mostly kept to himself and showed up mostly on time—by his standards, always a couple of minutes late.

But as soon as the trials for the Gryffindor Quidditch team were announced, Harry asked her to come and watch. She had no interest in the game, but she still attended the trials as her brother requested. For some reason, he liked her presence whenever he played Quidditch. She had never missed a game since her first year when he unexpectedly became a Seeker. She obviously berated and scolded him for a week for being reckless. She couldn't let him think that breaking the rules was acceptable, even though he got away with it that time. Even if he was only helping Neville, he still broke the rules and put himself in harm's way, and she was against that.

The trials took a lot of time as so many people showed up for them, including Ronald Weasley and Ginny Weasley. Hermione had never really talked to Ginny. She seemed sweet enough, but Hermione had no interest in trying to befriend another Weasley. She still remembered when she tried to be friendly to one and how he reacted toward her. Maybe it was because of that blasted enmity between the Potters and the Weasleys, or maybe not. She never really believed in holding grudges this long, but maybe they did.

Ginny Weasley managed to perform very well in the trials. Even Hermione knew who was playing well enough to get on the team. Her family was full of Quidditch fanatics, after all. Only her mum and she were the sane ones in the family. When Ronald Weasley's turn came, he didn't perform badly, but he didn't perform that well either. He only saved 5 goals out of 7, while one named Roxy Timber, a fourth-year, saved 5 out of 7, and Cormac MacLaggen saved 6 out of 7. Cormac looked way fitter than Ronald, taller and more burly. Ronald was tall but lankier, not as burly as Cormac. Ronald looked much more nervous while keeping than Cormac, and knowing Harry, he was never going to choose a Weasley, especially when he had better options.

The next day, when the team was announced, Ronald Weasley's name was nowhere to be seen, not even in the reserves. She felt a little bad for him, as she realized he looked tired whenever he came for patrolling, and one day he had his broom with him—obviously preparing himself for trying out.


Ron Weasley

He should've known better than to try out, but maybe he liked humiliation. He tried his best to get selected as a Keeper for the team, but as always, his best wasn't good enough. He was trying to one-up Potter. He didn't really care much about the enmity that ran between their families, but he had to honor it. It all started for a reason. The Weasleys gave their daughter to the Potters, and even if it happened centuries ago, it happened. Since then, no girl was born in their family except Ginny. His father made them swear to protect their sister against everything, and that included making sure to stay on the other side of the Potters. It looked foolish to do this, but they didn't want to play with fate. History tends to repeat itself, as his father has told them multiple times. Potters weren't just their enemies; they stood against his mother's side of the family too when their maternal great-grandfather, Marvell Prewett, was betrayed by none other than Esmond Potter. Potters have a tendency to betray, and his family couldn't take that chance, so they kept their distance.

His uncles, Fabian and Gideon, were at Hogwarts when James Potter was there. They were two years senior to him, but that didn't stop what came after. There were lots of pranks and fights between his uncles and James Potter and his friends. To this day, the pranks that took place between them are legendary. It didn't end with the pranks; it ended with a nasty duel. His uncle Gideon lost an ear that day, and James Potter's friend Sirius Black got a nasty scar on his chest. At least no one died.

Ron was with the Potters in Hogwarts; they were in the same year, same house, and he shared a dormitory with one of them. And then there's Granger. She was the one who truly showed him how bigheaded the Potters were, despite not being one herself. She was just raised by the Potters, but she had all of their qualities. Oh god, how she shows off. She thinks she's the smartest in the whole world. She never misses a chance to show it. Even as an eleven-year-old, she had an air of being better than everybody else. She was condescending whenever she talked to him. She always tried to talk to him, when she got the chance to tell him how stupid he was. Whenever he tried to do a spell, she was like, "No, no, that's not how you do it." Who asked for your help, girl? Just keep your bloody nose in your bloody business, but she had to show him up. She was present in the Quidditch trials. He saw her sitting on one of the benches in the Gryffindor stands. She must've laughed at his poor attempts to save the Quaffle. Let's forget about it. It has been two days since those horrendous trials. What shocked him most that day was Ginny showing up to the trials. The way she flew, it looked like that's all she had ever done in her life. Obviously, he and the twins tried to change her mind about the trials, but she was as stubborn as the next Weasley. It was in their blood. She would've hexed them if they hadn't stopped. She managed to get on the team, and the twins will look after her. He wasn't that worried about her. Oh Merlin, it was time.

Hermione was, as always, standing in front of the gate to their common room. She didn't say anything; she just looked at him and started walking toward the corridor they were supposed to patrol that evening. They were always silent on their patrols, only saying what was necessary.

"You played well," Hermione spoke out of nowhere. Ron was a bit shocked to hear her say that. He looked at her for confirmation—she did speak.

"What?" Ron asked as they were still walking.

"About the trials, you performed well that day," She repeated.

"Oh," Ron was a bit dumbstruck. No way Granger was ever going to compliment him, but she didn't look like she was making fun of him. Her voice wasn't condescending; if anything, it was small but firm. They kept walking, and after a minute or two, when Ron digested her words, he realized if it was anything, it was pity. I don't need her pity. It made him angry. He wanted to shout at her, but instead, he spoke firmly, "I don't need your pity, Granger."

"I'm not pitying you, Weasley," she replied, her edge back. Now she sounded like herself.

"Granger, that was pity," Ron said, trying to keep control of his anger. He wasn't going to shout at her. "And I don't want it, especially not from you."

"Can't you just take a compliment as a compliment?" she said. "Why would I pity you?"

"Why would you compliment me?" Ron asked her back with a bit anger in his voice

"Maybe because you played well," she replied. "I just wanted to make you feel a little better—"

"See, right there—that's pity," Ron said snidely. Maybe she didn't want to admit it. It was out of pity. She felt like how could someone as dumb as him figure her out? Right?

"You know what? I don't care!" she shouted as she threw her arms up and walked right past him. For the rest of their patrol, they didn't try to talk to each other, nor did they walk alongside each other.

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to be continued.