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Harry Potter Fanfic: Remembrance Day


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Don’t ask me why I decided to dump today’s post for a HP fan fic, and as you will see, one so sickly sweet as this one. I guess sometimes I need to take a break from a project, let it simmer a bit before diving back again. But no worries, I will finish Severus the Rogue. You can count on that.

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Hermione washed the dishes by hand. She could’ve waved her wand and be done with them, but there was something therapeutic about taking the time and doing them one by one.  Magical “shortcuts” as her father would have put it, were fine for the weekdays, with work, and school for the kids.

Muggle school? But they don’t need to go to Muggle school?

It will be good for them Ron. I went to Muggle schools and I learned lots.

But that was before you knew you were a witch Hermione. We know that Rosie and Hugo are not squibs. Mum taught us all we needed to know before we went to Hogwarts.

And who is going to stay and home school them? We both work, Ron.

Well, you could…..

Ron had learned not to finish that sentence. And Rosie did marvelously in the local school. The teachers gushed over her. That was good enough for Ron.

“Morning ‘Mione,” said Ron behind her.

Speaking of the red-haired devil.

Hermione dunked another plate into the soapy water, “Morning Ron.”

“Do you know what day it is?” he asked sheepishly.

Hermione looked at the calendar above the sink. A banner with a large V fluttered in the tiny squared marked by the number 2, “Victoire’s birthday,” she said.  She heard his footsteps.

“Mum send me a letter reminding me about Harry’s birthday. It’s a big one this year. Fleur’s family is coming and even Gabrielle is showing up, with her new boyfriend.”

“I’m sure it will be fine, as long as you all don’t gang up on him.”

“Why would we do that?”

“One word- Weasley.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Oh Ron!”

He chuckled, “Oh, alright, I’ll behave. But it’s Ginny you have to worry about.”

“Yeah, I know.”

On her first stay in the Burrow, she shared a room with Ginny. As soon as everybody else went to bed, Ginny turned to Hermione, “Hermione?”

“Yes Ginny?”

“Can I ask you about….”

By the tone of her voice and the pink spots on her cheeks, Hermione knew it meant only one thing, “Harry, right?”

“Yes. I know we are not in the same year, but he hardly ever talks to me and I…well I get really nervous around him, especially after the thing with Riddle’s diary.”

“Don’t worry Ginny. He is just a boy and boys don’t notice anything around them.”

Ginny smiled one of her trademark impish grins, “Just like my brother?”

This time Hermione cheeks went red hot, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Oh come on Hermione, everybody can see it…..”

“Hermione? Are you alright?” asked Ron in a low voice.

“Oh, I’m fine, just lost in thought.”

He leaned closed, his breath on her hair, “Did I tell you I love you?”

“Not of late,” she said. A familiar and welcomed chill went down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold water on her hands.

“Well I do. Let’s keep it between the two of us, okay?”

She giggled as only Ron could make her, “Sure thing Ron, it will be our little secret.”

She felt his moist lips on her thick hair and a trickle of bittersweet tears. This day meant more to him than his niece’s birthday, but she knew better than to bring it up. She did know how to cheer him up, “Go on, take the kids to the park. Rosie needs to get her nose out of her books and spend some quality with her father.”

“Where is Hermione Jean Granger and what have you done with her?”

“Sorry, she ain’t here no more. She married her thick school boyfriend and got herself pregnant with two bratty kids,” she winced as Ron pulled his lips from her tangled hair. He tried to spat a loose strand from his mouth without her seeing it, but to no avail.  “Besides, I didn’t spend every night for two years reading her Beedle the Bard.”

“But I love Beedle, I mean, who doesn’t? Better than Cinderella if you ask me. All that princess business, bah!”

“GO!”

“I’m going,” he said.

Over her shoulder she heard Rosie protesting loudly that she had better things to do than go to the park but change her mind once Ron told her that he would take Hugo instead.

She glanced at the calendar again.

2 May.

A single tear trickled down her face.

A bittersweet day indeed.

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2 comments on “Harry Potter Fanfic: Remembrance Day

  1. Awww! That is sweet. I love that look at domestic bliss. 😀

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