Chapter 1: Divulging Information
Summary: The battle is over and a marriage law has been put into effect, due to the rapidly declining population. Under the law, Hermione is forced to marry at eighteen or face being exiled from the wizarding world. But what do Fred and George Weasley and Oliver Wood have to do with this law? Join Hermione as she has to deal with her past, whilst looking forward to the future.
Disclaimer: All original characters from the books belong to J.K Rowling and I am not making a profit from posting this story.
AN: If you have read my other story 'Soul Bonded' you will notice that I have used the same characters that I created for the Puddlemere United Team. I thought I would re-use them since we know their personalities and what to expect from them. Besides, I couldn't resist using them again, I love them too much. I tried to make this different from other marriage law fics and I hope you think I was successful. Characters are likely to be OOC.
I am trying to keep this story as accurate as possible, so I have done a lot of research and I will be using products that have been invented by 1998. Such as Flamingo Land, converse, MP3 players and TV's; however not all the music I will use in this story will be accurate. I will be using some from this decade, but most of it will have been released before 1998.
Warning – this is only my second fanfic and whilst I am improving my writing style and grammatical errors, I do repeat certain things a few times. I don't do it on purpose, I just tend to ramble, but I am working on curbing that habit.
Hope everyone enjoys the first chapter. This is mainly just an informative chapter.
Sunday 3rd May 1998
It was the day after the final battle. They had won and Voldemort had lost. Many lives had been lost that day and there had been even more wounded. Tonks and Remus had died and left behind their son Teddy. Other fatalities included: Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown, Professor Snape and Padma Patil to name a few. But the opposing side had come off worse, with over one hundred Death Eaters dead, almost one hundred captured and over eighty on the run.
There were casualties that had minor injuries such as Hermione with a few deep cuts and large bruises and then there were casualties like Fred Weasley.
When Hermione entered the great hall after the battle it was to see the Weasleys gathered around a lifeless Fred Weasley who lay on the stone floor. Hermione rushed forward to the Weasleys and she stopped five feet away from Fred's body and she looked at him shocked.
She and the twins never really saw eye to eye but they grew up together. Her eyes never left him and she stared wide eyed. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but then she noticed something; the faintest of twitches on the side of his neck; it was barely visible, but it was there. She lunged forward and dropped to his side.
She leaned over him and put her ear against his mouth and she could feel a scarcely there puff of breath against her face.
"GRANGER? HE'S DEAD! LEAVE HIM!" George yelled harshly and he picked her up and pulled her away from his twin's body with tears and anger covering his face.
"GEORGE, GET OFF ME!" she shouted and wriggled against his hold on her.
She elbowed him in the stomach and he dropped her in pain. She rushed back to Fred and fell to her knees beside him. She lifted his arm and pressed two fingers against his wrist looking for a pulse. She couldn't find one. She dropped his arm and shuffled so she could reach his neck.
"HE'S DEAD" George yelled at her furiously, but she ignored him.
She placed her hand against Fred's neck and searched for a pulse. She found one, it was almost nonexistent, but it was a pulse nevertheless.
"MADAM POMPHREY" she yelled, the sound echoing in the great hall.
Madam Pomphrey looked up from healing Dean Thomas' broken arm. "HE'S ALIVE" she yelled. Madam Pomphrey rushed over with a few healers from St Mungos and Hermione moved out of the way as they began running diagnostic charms. The Weasleys stared at Fred not taking their eyes off him.
"She's right, he's barely holding on, but he's alive" a healer said. "We have to get him to St. Mungos" he spoke urgently. A stretcher was conjured and Fred was levitated onto it before they rushed out of the great hall.
The Weasleys stared at her in shock? Awe? Relief? Before they rushed after them to follow them to St Mungos.
Later that night Hermione went into muggle London and did something she was convinced she never would do...
Hermione walked into Fred's hospital room. It was fairly late in the evening and the only person in the room was George and he was sat beside his twin's bed with his head in his hands. The others had visited for most of the morning but they had to leave Fred in the capable hands of the healers. There was much to do in the wizarding world and the quicker it was done, the better it would be for everyone.
Aurors were out tracking and capturing rogue Death Eaters. Professors, students and civilians were aiding in the repair of Hogwarts to get it ready for September. Business owners and civilians were repairing Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade. Ministry employees were building the Ministry back up, under the watchful eye of the newly appointed Minister. Minister Kingsley Shacklebot. And when they weren't doing that everyone was with their families.
But Hermione didn't have family. She hadn't told anyone, but she had obliviated her parents the Christmas of her sixth year. She had removed their memories of her to protect them in the war; no matter how much it hurt her to do it, she did and she lived with that decision everyday knowing that they were safe. Or at least she used to.
That's why she was visiting Fred. She didn't have family that needed her. But the Weasleys did. George needed her, though he didn't know it yet.
She walked to the chair on the other side of the hospital bed and sat down. George lifted his head from his hands and looked up at her with tired eyes.
"Granger?" he said quietly. "What are you doing here?"
"Brought you some dinner" she said shrugging and holding out a bag from him to take. "I didn't make it. It's from your mum, so you won't be getting food poisoning" she said softly, making an attempt at a joke.
"Not hungry" he said, putting his head back in his hands.
"Alright, I'm done being nice. You eat it or I shove it down your throat" she said seriously. He looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. "I'd do it, do you not remember the mornings of quidditch matches were I would force feed Harry?" she spoke holding the bag out towards him.
He sighed and took it. He opened the bag and took out the turkey and stuffing sandwich, he took a bite and Hermione sat back when he did. She closed her eyes tiredly and that's when he noticed she looked exhausted. Worse than anyone he had ever seen. She had dry tear marks on her face and her eyes still had a red tint and slight puffiness to them.
"You've brought me my food, you can go now" he said.
She shook her head with her eyes still closed. "I'm needed here"
"I don't need you" he said gruffly.
"Maybe not, but I'm not leaving you alone. You need someone here with you to stop you from going off on your broom handle. Can't have you terrorising the healers" she spoke calmly.
She opened one eye to see his mouth twitch slightly and she knew he was trying to stop himself from smiling.
"You've been crying" he said simply catching her off guard at the change of topic.
"No I haven't"
"Yeah you have"
She sighed in defeat. "Fine I have. Harry and Ron..."
"Look no offence Granger, but my brother is in a coma. I don't really care about your tiffs with 'the boy who conquered' and Ronnikins"
"I'd actually have to see them in order for us to have an argument" she said sadly and he picked up on her tone and he noticed a look of betrayal enter her eyes when she looked at him.
"So why have you been crying?" he asked, taking another bite of his sandwich.
"Thought you didn't care"
"I don't really, but you're here. May as well make conversation"
She shrugged and leaned forward in her chair. She winced slightly, when her jeans rubbed against her right hip and then she sat back, after she had pulled out a piece of folded up parchment out of her back jean pocket.
She leaned over and handed it to him. He looked at her curiously and then put his sandwich back in the bag and he opened the parchment and read it.
I want you to know that I couldn't have done this without you. I am incredibly lucky to have had you in my life. Anyone else would've left me after being attacked by a three headed dog. Even Ron left us for a couple of months, but not you. You stayed. You stayed by my side for seven years. And that is why it is going to be so hard to leave.
Ron, Ginny and I are leaving the country. Maybe do some travelling. The war is over and we don't want to have to deal with the aftermath. I don't know how long we'll be gone. Maybe a year, maybe two, maybe forever.
I'm sorry for not being able to tell you this face to face, but I'm a coward.
Hermione, you can do this without us. You're a survivor. You are a true Gryffindor.
Love Harry, Ron and Ginny
He looked up at her in shock, no wonder she looked like hell. She had just gone through a war which she had been fighting for seven years and her best friends left her to deal with the aftermath and public. Hell, his little brother and sister had abandoned their family, but he knew it would affect Hermione more than it would them.
"I found that this morning. Ginny left it on my bedside table. I checked. Ginny's clothes are gone from our wardrobe and Ron and Harry's things are gone from their room. Even their brooms are missing" she said sadly. "After that I dressed and left the Burrow. I haven't been back yet. I don't even know if the rest of your family knows yet. They left them a letter too on the kitchen table. They didn't even have the guts to tell me to my face"
"They left" he said in shock. She nodded.
"They left everyone behind, injured and not" she spoke sadly looking at Fred.
At that point a healer walked in.
"I'm sorry but you have to leave, visiting hours are over" she said, not even bothering to look at them.
"We're not going anywhere" Hermione said with her eyes closed and head tilted back.
"Visiting hours are over, if I have to I will call security.
"You do that, but they won't do anything to me" she said looking at the healer with a hard look in her eye. "I helped take down Voldemort" the healer flinched at the mention of the name. "My name is Hermione Granger, I'm sure you've heard of me. Now please leave us and we won't be going anywhere until Fred is discharged" the healer paled and had a look of fear on her face, before she backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
George stared at her in something akin to awe. 'Wow, scary' he thought.
"So what's the prognosis?" she asked in a more pleasant tone and changing the subject.
He reluctantly went along with it knowing that she was putting on a brave face and she had been through a lot. He picked up his sandwich and began eating the rest of it.
"He's in a coma. He has crushed bones from the wall falling on him; that will take a few days to heal. He had some organ damage, but with a few potions they have been healed. He should be fine, just have to wait for him to wake up and then he should be able to leave"
"That's good to know" she said sincerely and she leaned further back into the chair and slumped down.
They sat in silence for a while stuck in their own minds.
George would never admit it, but he was glad he wasn't alone. Hermione had saved his brother's life and having her in the room with him brought him some comfort. Hell, she had even scared the staff into letting him stay with Fred for the remainder of his time in hospital. He found it odd since they had never really spoken except for a few arguments about his and Fred's pranking ways.
"You should get some sleep" Hermione said out of nowhere. "You should go home and see the rest of your family. I'll stay here with him so he won't be alone"
"I'm not leaving" he said simply.
"Very well" she said sighing. "Stand up" he raised an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes. "Just stand up, George" he reluctantly stood up. She removed her wand from the inside of her jacket sleeve and pointed it at the chair he was previously occupying.
She transfigured it into a single bed. She then pulled out her beaded bag –the one that she used whilst on the run– and opened it. "Accio blanket" she said and a blanket flew into the air and she caught it.
He looked at her shocked. "Don't ask" she said and she threw the blanket at him. He looked at her strangely before laying down on the bed and covering himself with the blanket.
"Just go to sleep, George" she said sighing and he shuffled to get more comfortable.
Hermione waited for his breathing to even out and then she turned her attention to Fred. He had a slight pink tint to his skin and she frowned. She leaned over and placed her hand against his forehead and he felt a little warm. She conjured a bowl of water and a cloth and she wiped down his face before resting the cloth against his forehead. She could have used a cooling charm, but she preferred to do it herself.
She would do this periodically throughout the night until George woke up the next morning, after the healer had done his morning diagnostic spells on Fred and administered his treatment.
"You're still here" he said groggily, stretching and yawning.
"Told you I wouldn't leave him" she said shrugging her shoulders. "Do you want to go home and get changed?" she asked him.
"No, I'm not leaving him" Hermione nodded.
"Your mum will be here soon. So if you don't mind, I better head off. There are a few things that need my attention. I'll be back later this evening; I'll bring you some clean clothes and dinner" he raised an eyebrow at her as she stood up and she stretched her arms out in front of her, before she rolled her neck and shoulders and she winced when her jeans rubbed against her right hip.
"Don't you have family that you want to see?" he asked her. A brief flicker of pain filled her face before it disappeared, but he noticed it.
"No, your family needs me more. The healer has been in this morning. He gave Fred his treatment and a dose of pain relief potion as a precaution" she said. "I'll see you later" with that said she walked out of the room.
The Burrow – Monday 4th May 1998
Hermione flooed into the Burrow to see it empty. Everyone had already left to do their tasks in helping rebuild the wizarding world.
Hermione headed up stairs into her and Ginny's room... her room and she climbed into bed not bothering to change. She was exhausted.
She woke up four hours later sweating and tears flowing down her face. She had the nightmare again. She dreamt of her parent's torture and death. But then it changed. She was back in Malfoy Manor being tortured by Bellatrix. Bellatrix being the thing that haunted her dreams was a recent thing, since the night of their capture. She was glad Mrs Weasley had killed her; the world was better off without her in it.
She climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. She showered and dressed in white converse, black skinny jeans and a grey hooded jumper. She tied her hair up in a messy bun before heading down to the kitchen. Mrs Weasley had left a plate full of breakfast food on the table for her with all the appropriate charms on.
Mrs Weasley had noticed that Hermione had lost a lot of weight after being on the run and she had made it her mission to fatten her up. She quickly ate her breakfast and noticed that the letter Harry, Ron and Ginny had left had been opened. So that meant that everyone knew and she knew Mrs Weasley wouldn't be taking it well.
When she was done eating, she walked into the living room and used the floo.
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Hermione stepped out of the floo and into Fred and George's flat above their shop. The place had been ransacked, but it wouldn't take long to set things straight.
She grabbed her wand and began banishing rubbish, repairing furniture, putting things back in their places and repainting the walls. She then moved onto the kitchen. She fixed the smashed plates, cupboards and smashed up sink and she repaired the wooden kitchen table. She cleaned the counter tops and floor and put the plates and cutlery in the correct drawers and cupboard.
She then walked over to a door and opened it. It was one of the bedrooms, whose she wasn't sure of. She used her wand to put everything back in order; placing the clothes back in the wardrobe and chest of drawers and placing items back on top of the chest of drawers and bedside table.
When she was finished she moved onto the room next to it. The bathroom. The only thing that needed doing was putting everything back in its place and cleaning the floor, mirror and shower door, removing the dust and grime.
She moved onto the room next to it and it was another bedroom. She fixed the shattered double bed, put the clothing back in the chest of drawers and wardrobe and put the items and trinkets where they belonged.
She moved onto the last room. It was another bedroom. She fixed the double bed, the broken chest of drawers and the broken wardrobe door.
When she was finished she walked back into the living room and slumped down on the couch sighing.
She knew she didn't have to do anything for the twins. But she couldn't help it. She was projecting her mothering behaviour on to them now that Harry and Ron had left; she was using it as a distraction from everything she had been through.
When she looked up, she saw the time on the clock; she had fixed and noticed it was seven o'clock.
She couldn't believe she had gotten the flat completely repaired and cleaned within a day.
She stood up, accioed some of George's clothes which came from the first bedroom she fixed and then she flooed to the Burrow, she quickly made George some food since no one had returned yet and she flooed to the hospital.
Hermione walked into the room, George had taken the other chair and moved it near the bed so she conjured another chair and she sat down as she had the day before. She handed George his food and put his clean clothes on the transfigured bed.
"Be careful" she warned him as he took out the ham and cheese panini. "Your mum wasn't back yet, so I made it" she noticed his mouth twitch before he shrugged and took a bite.
"We're at a hospital anyway" she chuckled at him and sighed sitting back in the chair.
"What've you been doing all day? You're covered in dust and... paint?"
"What do you mean?" she asked confused.
"You have paint on face" he said amused and she just shrugged.
"Just doing some repairs for a local business" she said cryptically.
"Well I hope they know how lucky they are to have you" he said taking out a second panini.
She shrugged. "They needed my help and they have worked hard to get where they are today, they deserve it. They have a lot to deal with at the moment"
They sat in silence for a while, and before Hermione suggested George get some sleep he spoke up.
"Why are you here with me and not your family, Granger?" he asked her and a look of sadness and pain filled her face again.
"I told you; they don't need me"
"No, I'm not"
"Yeah, you are"
"No, I'm not"
"You're a terrible liar"
"What do you want from me, George?" she asked annoyed.
"I want you to tell me the truth"
"Fine" she snapped. "My parents don't need me because they are dead" she said tears filling her eyes.
"What?" he asked, staring at her in shock as tears began to fall down her face.
"Christmas sixth year; I obliviated my parents and wiped all their memories of me from their minds, from their lives. I watched as every picture of me disappeared, I watched the dazed look cross their faces and I felt a cold wave wash over me. I gave them new identities, and I gave them the urge to pack up and move to Australia" she pulled her feet up onto the chair and wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them tight against her chest. "Just before Bill's wedding I received word from the Australian Ministry that the tracker I asked to be placed on my parents alerted them to something. When they arrived at their new house, they found a blood bath. They were tortured and then slaughtered by Death Eaters" she said sobbing and he stared at her not knowing what to say.
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" he finally managed to get out.
"Because I was ashamed of what I did. I took away my parents memories to protect them and they still died. They were still murdered. Everything I did was to protect them and I failed. They died because I am the most famous muggleborn in the wizarding world and that's because I was by Harry's side and I didn't once leave him. For seven years I have put up with the death attempts, the danger, the torture, the arguments and bad treatment and I still stayed"
He just watched her and she stared at the wall behind his head and continued to rant.
"I have been into the forbidden forest for him, I turned myself into a cat for him..."
"Wait, you turned yourself into a cat?"
"Well half cat half human. I brewed poly juice my second year in a girl's bathroom, so we could break into the Slytherin common room"
"What?" he asked stunned. 'She broke into the Slytherin common room and brewed poly juice in second year?' he thought in awe.
"Well Harry and Ron managed to get in, but I accidentally used a cat hair. I was in the hospital wing for a week. I grew fur and whiskers for Merlin's sake. Then I was petrified for months. Do you know what that's like, George?" she didn't wait for him to answer. "It's like being frozen in time but everything else is still moving. I could hear every conversation, I could still feel people touching me and I could still see people looking at me. But I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. And Merlin I was starving. Third year I put my friendship on the line to protect Harry from a possibly jinxed broom. And I was right, it was from Sirius. I was just wrong about it being jinxed. The Whomping Willow thought it would take me for a ride and threw me around like a rag doll whilst I clung onto it for dear life. I attacked a Professor, I was attacked by a werewolf and I time travelled for him"
"Professor? Werewolf? Time travel?" he said dazed.
"I hexed Snape. Remus attacked us because he forgot to take his potion, but Sirius distracted him and we got away. I was given a time turner in my third year to help me get to my classes. I was taking twelve classes that year. Then we used the time turner to go back and save Sirius from the dementors and Buckbeak from being executed. Don't even get me started on everything I did for him in fourth year. I spent hours teaching him defence charms and I was stuck in the middle of him and Ron. Fifth year I planned all of the D.A meetings for him and he led the class. Then I almost died for him in the battle at the Department of Mysteries. Sixth year was a nightmare and that's not including what happened with my parents, and the year on the run... We ran out of food and I starved myself so they could eat. But Ronald still complained. I have lost three stone, George, and they never noticed I was giving them my portions of food. There's a reason I look the way I do now. You're mum puts food in front of me every time she sees me. Do you know Ronald left us? He abandoned us for months. Harry was attacked by Nagini and I saved his life. I pushed him out of a window and I didn't have time to cast a cushioning charm so I used myself. I broke the fall for Harry. And when his wand was snapped in half, I gave him my wand. You know how funny we are about people using our wands, but I gave him mine without a second thought. Then I was tortured for hours on end, both magical and muggle means. Several people tried to rape me. Then I broke into Gringotts for him and flew a dragon and then the Final Battle. After everything I have done for him, for both of them... and they left me alone to deal with the fall out. I am going to have to deal with the press, the Ministry, the questions and the attention on my own. How could they do that to me?"
Before he knew what he was doing, he stood up and walked over to her and pulled her up. He sat down and pulled her into his lap and she clung to him as she sobbed and he made comforting sounds and rubbed her back.
He couldn't believe what she had told him. He and Fred had always thought that she was a stuck in the mud, fun sucking, goody to shoes, bookworm. But that couldn't have been any further from the truth. He realised that they had seriously misjudged the young woman curled up crying on his lap.
She had broken more rules than he and Fred had combined, she had gotten 'the boy who lived' and his idiot brother through seven years of school; both academically and physically. She was a major contributor, second only to Harry, to why the wizarding world was safe again and she had saved his brother. If it wasn't for her Fred would be dead.
He couldn't believe everything she had gone through for the good of the wizarding world and its occupants. She starved herself, was tortured and almost raped for Merlin's sake.
She had long since cried herself to sleep and she was curled in his lap and clutching his t-shirt tightly.
Looking down at her, he realised that she would need taking care of. That it was her turn to be taken care of and he vowed that he would do just that. As would Fred when he woke up and he told him everything he had learned about The Hermione Granger.
St Mungos - Tuesday May 5th 1998
Hermione woke up after dreaming about her parent's murder. She couldn't remember much, just the screams and blood. She bolted awake and fell side wards falling off George's lap. She squeaked and then landed on the floor with a loud thud that woke George, who had fallen asleep some time during the night.
He looked down at her to see her sprawled on the floor and when he saw her embarrassed riddled faced, he burst out laughing, his first laugh since the battle. She grumbled and sat up.
"When you're quite finished" she said with a scowl and he laughed for a few more seconds before taking deep breaths and calming down.
"Sorry, Granger" he said, looking anything but.
"No, I'm sorry" she said sighing and rubbing her hands over her face.
"For?" he asked confused.
"For my outburst yesterday, you have other things to worry about and I shouldn't have burdened you with it" she said sadly.
"How many people have you told about your parents and what you've been through?"
"Harry and Ron don't know what happened to me at Malfoy Manor and they don't know about my parents. I didn't want to burden anyone with my problems and grief. You all have your own lives and there are bigger things in the world than my home life and mental and emotional state. You're the first person I've told" she said looking down at the floor ashamed. He looked at her strangely, not that she could see.
He couldn't believe he was the first person she had told about her life. He knew she was leaving out some details, but he would make it his life's mission to get her to tell him everything.
"If you tell anyone George I will... Well I don't know what I'll do... but I brewed poly juice in my second year, I led Umbridge to a Giant and she was attacked by a heard of centaurs because of me..." his eyes widened. "So you can imagine how creative I can be" she said pointing her finger at him and he gulped and nodded.
She stood up and brushed herself down. "I have to get back to helping with the wreckage of the shop. Your mum will be here soon and I should warn you, I think she knows about Harry, Ron and Ginny. I found the letter they written to your family open. I'll see you later tonight"
"You don't have to come, you look exhausted"
"I told you I am not leaving you alone. So stop trying to get rid of me because it will be harder than killing Voldemort" he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "What? Too soon?" she asked and he chuckled and shook his head at her. "There's still a change of fresh clothes on the bed for you" she said and then left the room.
'Who knew she had a sense of humour?' he thought.
Weasley's Wizards Wheezes
After Hermione had left St Mungos she flooed back to the Burrow, showered and dressed in a pair of black leggings, white converse and an old denim shirt. She ate her breakfast that Mrs Weasley left out for her and she returned to the twin's joke shop.
She had been there for four hours working on the shop floor, banishing rubbish, repairing shelves, windows, and displays, doors and the counter. When she finished she went on to repainting the walls and then she moved onto the second floor. She fixed the stair case and the banister, the balcony and the shelves, before repainting those walls.
When she had done that she moved into the storage room and the potions lab and work area, where she repeated the process. When she was in the storage room she went through the products and she thanked Merlin that the twins had been efficient and placed expiration dates on the products. The products that were damaged or spoiled, she banished and then she sorted the rest of the products into categories for easier management. Considering how brilliant the twins were, they didn't have a suitable set up in the storage room, so she rearranged everything and made it easier to find products through her system of category and then alphabetical order.
She then went back into the potions lab and work area and sorted through the ingredients, making notes of those that needed to be replaced and restocked and then banishing the damaged ones.
When it reached eight o'clock she called it a day, accioed more clean clothes for George and then headed back to the Burrow.
Hermione flooed in and went into the kitchen to see Mrs Weasley finishing up with clearing away the table.
"Hey Mrs Weasley" Hermione said smiling and sitting down at the table. Mrs Weasley put a plate of food in front of her and then sent a spell at the dishes so they cleaned themselves and she sat down opposite Hermione.
"How many times a day have you been eating?"
"Two" she said shrugging and putting a spoonful of beef stew into her mouth. Mrs Weasley frowned.
"You should be eating three times a day young lady" she scolded and Hermione couldn't help smiling.
"I can't eat anymore since my body isn't used to it. I already feel ill after eating two meals a day. I was barely eating one meal every two days whilst we were gone. The best thing to do is gradually increase the amount of food I eat until my body can handle it without making me ill"
Mrs Weasley nodded and then she looked at Hermione sadly. Hermione knew what was coming.
"I'm sorry that they left. I can't believe that two of my children left without any thought as to how it would affect this family" she said sadly.
Hermione put her hand over Mrs Weasleys and squeezed.
"It's not your fault. They are the ones that left us to pick up the pieces. They are the ones that have left me to deal with the aftermath alone. I can't believe Harry did that to me. Seven years and I've never once left, but as soon as it's over, he turns tail and runs leaving me to deal with everything. They are going to be on my case now. They are never going to leave me alone. But none of that is your fault. You are a wonderful mother and you brought your children up amazingly"
Mrs Weasley's eyes watered and she nodded.
"I'm going to head to the hospital; I'll take George's dinner with me. I brought him clothes yesterday"
"He said that you had stayed all night the last couple of days, so that he could get some sleep. He also said you threatened to force feed him" she said less sad and happier and with a hint of pride and amusement to her tone.
"Yes. The twins need me" she said simply and Mrs Weasley smiled.
"Thank you. Thank you for saving my son's life and taking care of my boys. But that's what you've always done isn't it? Taken care of my family" she said smiling brightly.
"Well it's hard not to, you have a wonderful family and you have raised your children well" she beamed at her and Hermione chuckled.
"You're covered in paint" Mrs Weasley said. "What have you been doing all day?"
"Fixing the shop up"
Before Mrs Weasley could ask her 'what shop?' Hermione took George's dinner and flooed to the hospital.
"Beef stew" she said handing him his dinner, putting the clothes on the bed and sitting down in what had recently become 'her' chair. She was glad to see he had changed clothes.
"What have you done today? You're covered in pain again" he said chuckling and eating his dinner.
"Been back to the shop" she said shrugging.
"Well whoever they are, they have great taste" he said pointing to the splashes of orange and purple paint on her face and clothes. She hoped he wouldn't catch on.
After George finished eating, they talked for a while before he got into bed under Hermione's glare and fell asleep. Hermione tended to Fred, adjusting the blanket, and placing a cloth against his head.