A Twisted Life

Prologue

"Harry!" yelled Hermione Potter when her husband Apparated into her sitting room.

"Daddy! Mum, Daddy's home!" Brittany said as her mother kissed and embraced Harry.

"I know sweetie!" Hermione said as she kissed her husband some more.

"Hey, my two favorite girls!" Harry said as he embraced his wife and daughter. He was soaked; it had been raining all day.

"What do you want for dinner?" asked Hermione.

"Well, I was thinking of having Ron and Fleur over. Molly is the same age as Brit," Harry answered. At that moment Brittany ran into her father, and he gave her a noogie.

"Sure," Hermione told him.

When Ron and his family got there, they greeted the Potters happily. Molly and Brittany ran up to Brittany's room.

"Harry the Quidditch match is on tonight!" said Ron when he had hung up his coat.

"I know. Can we watch it?"

"Go ahead," answered Fleur with a laugh. Then they ran to the T.V. room and both sat in the same chair.

"Dinner's ready!" yelled Hermione. During dinner the girls sat together and Harry and Ron talked about Quidditch.

Dear Mione and Brit,

I got called out on the job late last night. I love you. See ya soon. Love, Dad

Chapter 01

"Harry? Harry!" Hermione was looking for her husband. "What's this?" She read the note. "Oh, that Cornelius Fudge. I can't believe he would call him out on the job when he had just come home from one. Hmph!"

"Mummy? Who is you talking about?" said Brittany. She had just woken up, so she had her blanket in one hand and a stuffed cat in the other. "Crookshanks!" Her cat walked up to her and started purring.

"Come here. I was talking about Daddy's boss, Mr. Fudge. He made him go on anther trip after the Death Eaters," Hermione explained to her four-year-old daughter. "Do you want some breakfast?" Brittany nodded. She was starving.

When they got to the kitchen, Brittany said she wanted CoCoa Puffs. Hermione went to the dishwasher and pulled out a bowl. Then she went to the cupboard over the sink to get the Cocoa Puffs and went to the refrigerator to get the milk. She gave Brittany her cereal and decided to have some herself. When she what little was left of the cereal into her bowl, she went to add Cocoa Puffs to the grocery list.

"We need to get ready to go. Go upstairs. I'll be there in a minute," said Hermione as she finished cleaning the bowls. When she was finished, she went up to her room to get ready for work. She put on her emerald green robes; they were her favorite. The she went into the bathroom and did her usual meatball-bun-do. When she put her gold wedding band on, she was devastated at the thought her husband could die at any moment. It had all began one day when she took Harry out to the stables at Hogwarts. They had gone riding together in Hogsmeade. That evening they had a romantic dinner at The Three Broomsticks. Then when they were riding back Harry had asked her to get off her horse. Then he kissed her and they had become a couple.

"Ahhh. Those were the days!" she told herself. She had to get on task. She finished doing her hair and make-up.

She walked into the room decked with bunnies and the other things they had done to her room the year before. She started laughing hysterically when she saw Brittany. She had her skirt halfway on and her shirt was over her head with her arms in the sleeves up in the air.

"Come here. I'll help you," Hermione said. She pulled her shirt down and her skirt up. "Put your shoes and socks on. I need to get the Floo ready." Brittany was having a hard time getting her socks on, but she managed. Then she put on her black velcro shoes with flowers on them.

"Come on Brit!" called Hermione. Brittany practically fell down the stairs when she came down them.

"Coming!" Brittany called back. She stopped in front of the fireplace. "What do I say?"

"Say Stargate School," Hermione answered her.

"Stargate School!" said Brittany with a smile. Then she got swept away by emerald flames.

When they got to Stargate School for Beginners Magic, Hermione walked Brittany inside.

"Have a good day at school, okay?" Hermione told her daughter.

"Okay," said Brittany simply.

"I'll be here to pick you up at 1:00. I love you!" She kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you, too Mummy!" Brittany kissed her mother on the cheek. The she apparated out of sight!

"Your LATE!" said Ms. Dupree as Hermione took her place at the front desk of The Three Broomsticks. It was no longer owned by the lovely Rosemerta, but her crabby sister. The ministry said she wasn't paying rent and someone with more money should own it.

"Well, Ms. Dupree, I hope that you still have that help wanted sign because I QUIT! GOOD-BYE!" Hermione yelled. She had to work on her anger management sometimes. Now not only was her husband away on business, but she didn't have a job. "Oh, great," she told herself as she walked out of The Three Broomsticks. "Look what you've gotten yourself into now, Hermione."

"Well, look who it is. None other than Hermione Granger. I see you haven't got a boyfriend," said a familiar drawl behind her. She turned around fast and glared into Draco Malfoy's eyes.

"For your information, dear old Draco, I'm married. And I have a daughter. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find myself a well paying job!" She yelled all of this right into his bony face. Right when she got into a carriage, did she realize she was much taller than him. She had grown since her Hogwarts days, when he towered over her along with everyone else.

"She probably just got fired, right Draco?" she heard the girl say. Then she realized it was Pansy Parkinson. She had gone to Hogwarts, too.

"Yeah she probably did," Draco answered her. She tried to block their conversation out of her head.

"Where to, madam?" asked the driver.

"Hogwarts, sir. Thank you," Hermione told him.

"You're quite welcome, milady."

Ahhhh, good old Hogwarts, Hermione thought. It'll be nice to see the school again.

Professor Finnigan, Arithmancy, said the plaque.

"Wow. Professor Vector quit. I wonder who the new one is," Hermione wondered out loud, standing outside her old Arithmancy classroom. When she walked in the person teaching was none other than her old school friend, Seamus Finnigan.

"Oh, hullo!" he said, happy to have a visitor. "Wait do I know you from somewhere?"

"It's me Seamus, Hermione!" said Hermione jokingly.

"Wait a second. You are Hermione Granger?" Seamus was awestruck.

"Potter, actually. Harry and I married three years ago."

"But Hermione's hair wasn't black! Did you dye it or something?"

"No. It turned black after we graduated." When he gave her a look she realized he noticed it was straight. "I had it straightened in our sixth year, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Who talked you into that anyway?" he asked.

"You did. You sat behind me in Potions and got tired of seeing bushy brown hair whenever you looked up. You liked seeing glossy brushed better than bushy not brushed hair. Do you remember where the Transfiguration classroom is? I forgot!"

"Of course!" he answered. So he walked her to Professor McGonagall's classroom.

"Hullo? Professor?"called Hermione.

"Hullo? Why Mrs. Potter is it you?"

"It's me all right! Can I have lunch with you and Dumbledore?" said Hermione.

"Why certainly! Follow me!"

Chapter 02

It had been three months since the morning Hermione had received note of her husband leaving for work with the Death Eaters. She also had a job, now. She worked as a reporter for the Daily Prophet. And Brittany was starting kindergarten at a Muggle school called Cotton Creek Elementary.

"Wake up Britty! Today's the big day!" Hermione said, shaking her daughter awake. She turned over and ignored her mother. Then Hermione picked up her daughter and stood her up.

"I'm woke up, I'm woke up," said Brittany. She was rubbing her eyes, when Hermione went into her closet. When she came out, Brittany's face lit up. The dress she brought out was beautiful. It was the prettiest thing Britty had ever seen. Pink velvet. Long-sleeved. With flowers embroidered around the bottom. "Mummy, I love it! It's so pretty!"

"And it snowed last night. It'll keep you warm. I got you new shoes, too!" Hermione was so happy to see her daughter's look of complete happiness, she nearly cried. She had gotten word on Harry's birthday that no one knew of his whereabouts. She hadn't yet told Brittany and didn't plan on it. Someone will find him soon, she told herself.

"Mummy! Mummy, how does it look? Mummy?" Hermione zoomed back to the present.

"It looks great, Britty, just great!" Hermione said as she walked her daughter into the bathroom to do her hair. "Now let's get you some breakfast. How about it?"

"Okay. Can we go to the bakery and get some breakfast there? Bagels?" Brittany looked up at her mother hopefully.

"Sure." In the next half-hour, they were at the drive-through at Sunrise Bakery.

"Good morning Percy. Percy!? What are you doing here?" Hermione was surprised to see Ron's older brother at her office.

"Well, I work here for one thing. And for another, I have a job for you. I want you to research the You-Know-Who incident. Thanks!" And with that Percy left.

"What! What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind? I have a child to take care of! I can't go around the world!" She followed Percy out of her office.

"Okay, okay. I'll give it to someone else." He sounded annoyed. "I want you to go to Hogwarts and interview a batch of your favorite new students. Then I want you to interview the new teachers if there are any. It's due September 18^th."

"Wait. That's my birthday. I wanted to spend the day with Brittany." When she saw the puzzled look on Percy's face she said, "My daughter."

"Well, I'm sorry, but you'll just have to finish it before then. I'm not making any more exceptions for your personal life. The Hogwarts Express leaves tomorrow at eleven."

"Ron, either Brittany stays with you, or I swear, I will do whatever I can to get your brother fired!" Hermione was pacing up and down Ron's sitting room.

"Wait a second, Mione. What does Percy have to do with this? And why does Brittany have to stay with us?"

"Well, Percy says I have to go to Hogwarts." When Ron gave her the that's-not-so-bad look, she said, "I have to leave TOMORROW! I HATE YOUR BROTHER!"

"Okay, now I see your point." Ron was trying to hide his laughter.

"I am staying with you tonight. YOU go get our bags." Hermione said that and fell asleep.

"I think your Mummy and my daddy are fighting," said Molly leaning over the banister.

"No, she's just really mad at your uncle," Britty answered her.

"Which one? Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, or George?"

"Percy."

"Oh."

Chapter 03

"I, sniff, love you, sniff, Mummy. I'll miss you." Brittany was crying really hard.

"I'll be home next, honey, I promise! Bye Ron! I've got to go! Bye Brit!" called Hermione. She ran to get into the train. When she got into a compartment, she took out her laptop to do some research.

"Hey, dude, look at the hot chick!" said Todd Thomas. "Dyl, you could totally get her to go out with you! You have the gift!"

"What do you mean by the 'gift', man?" said Dylan Brown.

"He means you can charm the chicks without even tryin'! Come on do it! You're the only one of the clan who doesn't have a gal!" said Michael Longbottom.

"Fine. I try not to 'shame the clan' anymore than I already have." Said Dylon. He knocked on the door to the compartment.

"Hullo? Who is it?" said Hermione. Dylon walked into the compartment.

"Hi, I'm, uh, Dylon Brown." He was shaking like mad.

"Hey, dude, look! No uniform!" said Mike.

"Special privileges! Impressive!" Dylon was trying to be as quiet and cool as he could.

"I guess you could say that," Hermione said.

"Well, I was wondering, would you, like, go to the dance with me?"

"I'll have to think about it." Ring! Ring! "Hullo? Hi Brittany! How do you like staying with Ron? That's good. He bought you a bicycle?! Why? Oh. Well, I love you too. Can I talk to Ron? Thanks!" The three boys were very interested in her phone call. "A BICYCLE? I mean, all I need is for the apartment to get all dirty. Well, I've got to call Percy. I have some questions for him. You think I should tell him he's on twenty questions? Ron, I may like to tease him, but no one's THAT mean. I'll tell him you say hello. Okay. I'll ask him how Penelope is. Good-bye, Ron! I'm hanging up now!" And she hung up. "Hullo. May I please speak to Mr. Weasley? Percy. Thank you. Yes, I'll hold." She waited. "Finally! Percy, how many students do I have to interview? Four? Okay. Bye!"

"We will be at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please sit and pack up your things," said a voice over the intercom.

"Professor Snape? Are you there?" Hermione was looking for her old Potions professor.

"W-who is it?" said Snape. Hermione could tell he had just stood up, pulled his shirt down or something.

"Um, it's me Hermione. I don't know were I'm going to sleep," she said as she went into his room. She heard someone moving around in the bathroom.

"Well, I think your sleeping in Gryffindor Tower. I'm not sure." He took something from a pot and called Dumbledore to his room.

"Why hullo, Hermione, my dear!" said Professor Dumbledore.

"Hullo, Professor."

"Call me Albus. You aren't a student, anymore," said Albus with a wave of hand.

"Hermione needs to know were she is sleeping," Snape told him.

"Well, then, follow me Ms. Potter!" Dumbledore levitated her bags and she followed him. While they were walking to her sleeping quarters, Hermione thought she heard giggling, but she thought she was hearing things, because when she turned around no one was there.

"Here it is!" said Dumbledore. He opened the double doors. The room was breathtaking. Hermione loved it.

"If I ever teach here, this is the room I want! This is SO cool!" Hermione was amazed at how modern the room was. If the inside of Hogwarts could be seen standing outside it, this room would definitely stand out. "This room is the BOMB!"

"Well, I had Ron send me some pictures of your apartment." Her old Headmaster had made this room for her use!

"You decorated this for me? You shouldn't have!" She was really thinking, I would LOVE to live here! You did!

"Dang it! They don't have it!" Hermione was looking for a book over the computer in the Hogwarts library.

"My, my, my. What a surprise. Never thought I would see you here, Potter." She knew that voice. Who was it? Well, she thought. Maybe I should wear my hair down.

"No way. Lavender?" Hermione turned around. "It's you! I think you son has the hots for me."

"Hermione? I thought you were Harry! And Dylon? No way." Lavender was eager to catch up with her old school friend.

"Yah! He asked me to the dance! He thinks I'm seventeen! Really! Just watch! There he is!" Lavender left.

"Hey, sweet cheeks! Have you reconsidered my offer? To go to the dance? I have a lot of girls who want to go with me." Dylon was bribing her.

"I said, I will think about it, okay?" Hermione was exasperated.

"Hagrid, look at these! They're SO pretty! They would look just great in the garden." Hermione was looking at some sea blue tulips.

"Yeah, okay. Put 'em in the cart. I need to get some fertilizer." He walked away with the cart.

"Excuse me. Hey, sweet cheeks!" Dylon popped up out of nowhere and swung his arm around Hermione's waist.

"Ewwwwwww! Get off of me!!!" Hermione felt his grimy hand on her waist. "Okay let me ask you this," she said once she had gotten all the dirt of her waist. "Are you guys first years?"

"Not that we know of." Dylon seemed to do all the talking.

"Then I have no interest in you, whatsoever! And no, I won't go to the dance with you. You know why?" She didn't wait for him to even shake his head. "BECAUSE I'M MARRIED AND I HAVE A DAUGHTER AND I'M NOT SEVENTEEN, I'M TWENTY-FIVE! AND ALL I WANT YOU TO DO IS LEAVE ME ALONE!" Now every one in the Greenhouse was looking at them.

"Dylon, get back to the school! Not just him, all of you!"

"Lavender, I thought you were a different person just now! That was amazing! I didn't think you had it in you!" Hermione had cooled off after that big blow.

"Well I have sixteen years of experience, don't I? Moving on to other subjects, karoake tonight, Student Union! Are you coming?"

"Heck no! I hate karoake. It's all hippie, lala stuff."

"Hey guys! How you doin'? My, my. Could it be you?" Annie McGonagall, daughter to Transfiguration Professor, stood back to survey Hermione. "Well Granger, you've certainly changed. Did Harry dump you yet? I'm looking for a guy." Hermione heard her cell ringing.

"Hullo? Ron? What's happened? Fleur walked out on you? Why? Oh. She did it, not you? Well, do you want me to call your parents? Okay. I'll be right over. Bye."

"What's the scoop?" Lavender loved to hear this kind of stuff.

"Is he up for grabs?" Annie wanted to know. She had had a major league crush on him in school and still did.

"Hey Fred. Can I talk to Molly? Yes I mean your mother. Thank you. Hi Molly. Yeah. Ron is in major need of some emotional help right now. It's too hard to explain. He'll tell you over at the house. Yeah, I'll be there. I have to talk a bit to someone first. Bye!"

"Are you doing karoake tonight?" asked Annie.

"Only to humor you." Hermione hadn't exactly been best friends with Annie but they were buddies.

"Well, it's true," Hermione said as she entered the teachers' lounge.

"What's true?" asked Annie eagerly.

"Ron and Fleur's relationship has hit rock bottom," she answered. "Ron said that the only thing he's happy about is that he gets custody of Molly and Timmy. Fleur said that he and I were dating just because Harry is missing and Ron was bored with their relationship."

"Whoooohoooooo!" yelled Annie, jumping up out of the enormous armchair she was sitting in and punching her fist in the air. "I mean, how sad. I'll come to court when they get divorced. I'll even baby-sit the children."

"Annie, you can stop pretending now. We all know you have a major crush on him. And Fleur was the brightest flower in the garden." Hermione had always pictured Lavender as a psychiatrist. She always had such good advice.

"You can say that again. I remember the first time she came to the Burrow. Harry and I were there. When she saw it she nearly cried. She couldn't believe Ron had grown up in such a place. She said she never wanted to see her in-laws again.

"She also told Ron they would never spend Christmas there. They would always spend it either at their house or her parents' house. Then when Ron said that wasn't fair, she suggested going on a trip to Jamaica or the Bahamas every year. Ron said that too expensive, but she ignored him. Then, when Molly was two, she got the Chicken Pox and they had to stay home and not go anywhere. When Timmy was two and she was four, Molly got the Stomach Flu and the Chicken Pox. Tim just got the Chicken Pox. But they were bad. They haven't gone anywhere since."

"Wow." This is all that Hermione's breathtaking speech could get out of them.

"I cannot believe I agreed to do this." Hermione was standing outside the student Union, in her best dress that she had brought. When Lavender and Annie finally dragged her in, Annie noticed another adult they knew that wasn't part of the staff: Ron. His kids were staying with his parents though.

"Ron! You're here!" Annie ran over to him and hugged him like she hadn't seen him in years. Hermione noticed a bag stick out of his pocket. She didn't tell anyone, though. She had told him Annie was going to be there that night and she knew that Annie was the only reason he had come. That and seeing her make a fool of herself.

"All right. Our first contestant is... Annie, Professor of the Modern Arts!" Hermione looked up to see who the announcer was. To her surprise it was- "Millicent Bullstrode?! She is one of the skinniest girls I've ever seen!" She whispered in Ron's ear.

"Besides you?" Before she could answer, Ron said, "Shhhhsh!"

"Tonight I'm going to sing 'What You Need' by Hawaiian singer, Hoku. Ron, this song is for you, the guy of my dreams!" And she started singing.

"Wow! She's good!" Ron whispered to no one in particular.

"My, does she have a beautiful voice!" said Millicent as Annie sat down. "She could very well be taking home our- wait I can't tell you the prize! So our next contestant is, Pansy Parkinson!"

"Hi, everyone!" She said in fake-sweet voice. Hermione made a face at her, you know, one of those I hate you smile faces. Then she rolled her eyes. "I'm going to sing a song I personally love. This song is 'Fly Away' from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. This song reminds me of how my fiancé, Draco Malfoy and I, will fly away together!" The music began. "Someday I'll fly away! Turn all this to yesterday..."

"I'm going to get some food. Want some?" Hermione asked her companions quietly.

"Yeah thanks!" Ron spoke for everyone when he said that.

"Thank you, Dylon. That was a..." She struggled to find a word that wouldn't hurt his feelings. "Nice rendition of 'Girlfriend'."

"No!!" Hermione had yelled when he was singing.

"Our final contestant is... Hermione Granger! Come on up Hermione!"

"Uh, it's number five," she told the DJ. "Hi. I'm Hermione Granger. I'm singing 'A New Day Has Come', by Celine Dion. Here goes!" The music started. "I was waiting for so long, For a miracle to come, Everyone told me to be strong, Hold on, and don't shed a tear!"

"Wow! That's one hot voice! Now, while the judges are tallying their scores, I'll tell you the prizes! The third place prize is a prepaid movie with free snacks at the Hogsmeade Theater. Second place prize is four free matinee tickets to see a Broadway Musical at the Hogsmeade Matinee Theater. And the first place prize is..." She paused for a moment just so everyone would tense up. "A shopping spree for Hogsmeade Mall or Diagon Alley or both! It is worth, you're not going to believe this, one thousand Galleons!" Millicent was looking as though she wanted all three prizes.

"Here, hon." The DJ came up and gave her the envelope.

"The third place winner is... Parvarti Patil with 'A Thousand Miles'! Come on up! Second place winner is... Annie! Congratulations, Annie! And our final and first place winner is... Hermione Granger! Come on up, Hermione and congratulations!"

"Oh my! Oh my!" Hermione was stunned. This was the first talent competition she had won in her life.

"GO!" said Ron.

"Ugh!" Hermione had woken up to a horrible feeling in her stomach. She ran into the bathroom. After she came out, she got dressed and went to the Hospital Wing.

"Hullo? Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione walked in to see the nurse caring for a kid who had something that looked like Dragonitous.

"Why, hullo. What's wrong?" Hermione told her what was wrong and she took her temperature and the whole drill. She went into her office.

"Well," she said when she came out of her office. "How can I say this without freaking you out? Your pregnant!"

"I'M WHAT?!"

"Ron, I just had the worst day of my life. First at lunch, I got deprived of my cookies and now, I have gotten a very embarrassing assignment that I'm not going to tell you!" Hermione plopped down into a chair and set down her briefcase.

"Well you are getting a little big, Mione." Ron wasn't the only one who had noticed. Percy had worked it out and put her on bed-rest.

"Well you know what Ron? You know why? Because I'm pregnant, okay? Yeah, pregnant! And your brother put me on bed-rest today, too!"

Chapter 04

"Rooooooonnnnnnn! Get me Ron!" Hermione was in the hospital.

"It's okay! I'm here!" Ron reassured his friend he was there.

"Wwwwwwaaaaaaa!" Hermione relaxed. The twins were healthy. The nurse took the babies away to clean them up.

"Here they are! You're a mother of two!" The nurse handed her the babies and everyone left. She looked at her babies for the first time. A boy and a girl. She looked at them closely and saw that the boy looked just like Harry. Hermione felt a tear run down her cheek. She wasn't sure if she could raise them all by her self. The nurse came to take them away and she dozed off to sleep.

Hermione pulled a curly brown hair out of her face. When she saw she was in the hospital, she struggled to remember the past night's events. When she finally grasped she had had her babies, she heard the door crack open.

"Come on Brittany! Oh, sorry, I thought you were Hermione." Ron was holding Brittany in his arms. Annie was holding Molly and Timmy behind him.

"Ron! Brittany, sweetie, come here!" Brittany jumped out of Ron's arms. Her daughter embraced her and she started crying into Brittany's bushy red hair.

"We didn't think you'd make it. The doctors said you might have died." Annie had handed Molly and Tim to Ron and pulled up a chair. She started hugging Hermione and they started remembering the early years of their friendship. When they had been best friends.

"You know, I didn't really mean it. The thing about how you weren't fit to be popular and when you told them my secret I pushed you off the balcony." Annie was refreshing the day Hermione had said she would never speak to her again.

"I remember that I said 'I hate you Annie! I'll never speak to you again!' But look at us now!" Hermione thought that she might start bawling.

"Can we go see the babies? Pwease?" asked Tim. "I want to babies!" So they went to see the twins. Then they went out to lunch at P.F. Chang's.

"Merry Christmas, Mummy!" Brittany was now in second grade and getting taller. It was Christmas and she ran into her mum's room and shook her awake.

"Okay, I'm awake," she said as she got her bathrobe on and went into the twins' room and got the babies. When they got down stairs, Brittany stared under the tree with amazement. It was the giant Polly Pocket Mall that she had wanted, the one Hermione couldn't afford.

"Mum, look at it! It's the deluxe three-floor mall with food court, and working escalators and elevators! It's so cool! And it comes with some dollies, too!" Brittany was so enthusiastic, it was heartbreaking. Hermione knew that Voldemort was probably killing all the Aurors by the dozen now, he was so powerful. She was afraid that one day Brittany would find out where her father really was and that he was most likely dead. And Hermione was planning on going to look for a job offer at Hogwarts. But with Brittany not going there, she wasn't so sure. She didn't want Brittany to be sent away to boarding school, not being able to see her siblings until holiday, like Hermione had when her mother had died. She had been very close to Mickie and Kim when Susie had died. When Beth, (their step-mother), had sent them to St. Mary's Academy and Boarding School for Girls, Kim and Hermione had gotten closer. Meanwhile, she sent Mike to St. Brutis's Secure Center for Incredibly Criminal Boys, in London. Though she was a New Yorker herself, Mickie's pen friend, Dudley Dursley's, (yeah THAT Dudley!) father was sending his cousin there and she thought it would be good for Mike.

"Mummy? Mummy! Huulloo!?" Brittany waved her hand in front of her mother's face. "Can I wear this today?" She held a purple Hello Kitty jumper and a white turtleneck the matched up. "Can I go put this on? Can I wear it today? Pwwease?"

"Sure. I'm going to call Aunt Kim. Go ahead! Go on!" Hermione shooed her daughter away and went to get the phone.

"Hullo? Hi, sweetie pie! This is Aunt Hermione. Can I talk to your mum please? Thanks!"

"Hullo?" said Kim. "Hermione! Hi! How are you?"

"I'm great. I was wondering if you would come over today. Brittany would really like to see Seamus and Tom. So?"

"Well, okay! We'll be there in an hour at the most! I love you! See ya!"

"Go ahead up stairs, you little rascals! I need to talk to your mum! Go on!" said Kim when she got there.