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A/N: All these ideas are just popping into my head for later on in the story.

But nothing for right now in the story.

Argh.

Well here's the next chapter, it's not really getting interesting yet, but it will a bit more in chapter 3 and then a LOT in chapter 4 (guess what happens then, ;-))

O, and nobody has asked about this, but they might: Hermione does not have a job, Harry left a fortune behind big enough for her never to need one.

Stories and Leaving Home

Hermione woke up early in the morning, shivering. Her covers were all on the floor and her sheets were bunched around her feet. She quickly pulled the sheets over her body and scrunched up into a fetal position as tears fell silently down her cheeks.

She had had the dream again, or rather, the memory. It was looking at the ruins of their battle, everything gone, including both Harry and Voldemort. Everyone assumed he had somehow killed Voldemort as Voldemort did something to make his body explode or…something. Hermione had not believed it, could not believe that he was gone. She cried for days, didn't eat, was throwing up. She thought many times about killing herself…then she found out she was pregnant.

And although it wasn't Harry, it was something to live for, something she had to live for. The dream was remembering the week after he had died, how badly she struggled…it was something she had wanted to forget, something she had tried to forget…something she could not forget.

She had told Lily things about him, when she had wanted to know. It hurt, but Hermione knew she had to know about him. And the Weasley's had told Lily things too, about Harry. She knew enough to know what he was. It hurt to think she would never know who he was. Hermione smiled when she thought about Lily, who was practically an exact mix of Hermione and Harry.

The two non-human things she loved most in the world were quidditch and books. How could that not be a Harry-Hermione mix? She was smart, brave, considerate, humble, and logical. She had quite the sense of humor also, and was only seldom mad. But when she was mad, she was mad. She was the perfect daughter, so why wasn't Hermione happy? Harry was gone, that was why. While being a great daughter, what was a daughter without a father?

And Hermione knew Lily suffered from not having a father. She knew how badly she wanted one, and sometimes thought about dating again. Everyone told her she should. But no, she had loved Harry so damn much that the thought of ever being with someone other than him truly disgusted her. And the reason she didn't date wasn't because deep down inside her she still thought he wasn't truly gone. Right?

Hermione's thoughts went away as Lily walked into the room. Hermione opened her eyes at the sound of the door opening and stretched back out from her fetal position. Lily stood shyly in the doorway and whispered,

"Did I wake you?" Hermione smiled at her lovingly and said,

"No, sweetie, I was already up. Come here." Lily rushed over to the side of the bed and sat down. Hermione opened up the sheet to her and she lay next to Hermione, on her side so they were facing each other.

"I couldn't sleep. I didn't think I'd be nervous about starting school, but I am. What if I'm put in Slytherin? What if I don't make any new friends?" Hermione hugged her daughter and said,

"I think you're a surefire Gryffindor, Lil, and if not, you definitely won't be a Slytherin, no matter what. And you'll make lots of new friends, you're too great of a girl not to." Lily smiled and snuggled in close saying,

"Thanks, Mum. Could you…maybe…while we're both up you know…tell me a story about Dad?" She said the last part very fast and looked up into Hermione's face hesitantly. Hermione smiled grimly and said,

"I suppose so, Lils. What do you want to hear?" Lily smiled and thought for a moment before saying,

"Your first kiss. Please?" Hermione sighed in mock defeat and said,

"This must be one of your favorites, huh?" Lily nodded and moved around a bit, getting comfortable, before she settled just as Hermione started,

"It was Christmas Eve of our sixth year, and we were the only ones staying behind in Gryffindor…"

flashback

Hermione sat in front of the fire with her hot chocolate that Harry had insisted on getting her from the kitchens, despite her protests about house-elf rights and such. They had just had a heated snowball fight, ending with both of them collapsing into the snow and lying there, looking at the stars. They had eventually gotten really cold and gone back to the common room, Harry telling her to stay there and pampering her utterly, as she complained about how he shouldn't be doing all this.

She had liked him for a while now, more than a year, so really she was completely enjoying all this. After he had given her the hot chocolate with a flourish, he went upstairs yelling back something about a present. She sat on the couch wondering about it as he came downstairs silently and put his hands over her eyes saying,

"Guess who?" Hermione smirked slightly and said in a mock tone,

"Severus? Is that you, darling?" He took his hands away and drew back in mock horror saying,

"I knew it!" They both laughed and Harry sat down beside her and suddenly seemed very not at ease. He drew something from his pocket, a thin golden wrapped box, and put it on Hermione's lap, mumbling quietly,

"This is for you." He looked away and Hermione smiled softly, setting her mug down on the table and saying,

"Harry, you didn't have to get me something. Thank you." She touched his shoulder and he looked back at her, smiling. She gently unwrapped the box and opened it, gasping,

"Harry! It's beautiful!" Inside the box was a simple golden chain, and hung on the end was an oval ruby set in gold. On impulse she reached out and hugged him to her, to his surprise she thought. He smiled and said,

"It was my Mum's. My dad gave it to her and I…I wanted you to have it." He looked at her questioningly, and she looked into his eyes. She pursed her lips and turned around, picking up her hair and saying,

"Put it on me?" He reached into the box and gently placed the necklace around her neck, clasping it in the back. His hands seemed to burn her shoulders, and she felt a loss as he pulled his hands away. She turned back to him and whispered silently, looking down,

"Thank you, Harry." He lifted her chin in one of his hands and looked at her questioningly. She gazed into his eyes and started moving her head forward. She stopped halfway there and looked at him as he looked at her. Maybe she moved, maybe he moved, maybe they both moved, but suddenly their lips were touching softly. It was chaste, pure, sweet, everything a first kiss should be. And when they pulled away they just smiled at each other. Harry hugged her to his chest and silently whispered,

"You're welcome, Hermione."

end flashback

"And from then on we were never apart. The end." Hermione smiled softly as a tear fell onto Lily's head. She looked into her daughter's face and realized that she was fast asleep. Smiling, she brought the sheet farther up and lay her head down, falling into a dreamless sleep.

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"Mum! Wake up! It's already 6 o clock, wake up!" Lily pushed and prodded her mother until she cracked open her eyes a tiny bit, groggily saying,

"Six o clock? We're not leaving for the Weasley's till ten. I'm going back to sleep." She rolled away and closed her eyes again. Lily sighed in exasperation and got on her mother's other side, saying,

"But Mum! We still have to shower and get dressed and eat breakfast and make sure I'm packed and…lots more stuff! Please get up?" Hermione sighed quietly and sat up, saying,

"Yes, alright. I'll go make you a nice healthy breakfast and you take a shower and get ready." Lily jumped out of bed and ran into her room with an adjoined bath while Hermione slowly got up thinking, How can that girl be so energetic at 6 in the morning? She put on a robe and walked into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Four hours later, armed with a huge trunk and her owl Hedwig (named for the original Hedwig), Lily got into the fireplace and threw down some floo powder, yelling "The Burrow!" and rushing away. Hermione left after her with a queasy feeling in her stomach during the ride, thinking Ugh, how can Lily like this?

Lily arrived smoothly and quickly stepped out of the fireplace to be greeted by her best friends, the twins. She turned back and winced as her mother hit the ground of the fireplace and toppled over. She walked over and helped Hermione up as she brushed off soot and muttered something about hating floo powder.

"You could have just apparated, Mum, I don't mind." Hermione smiled at Lily and said,

"Yes, well, too late now. I will next time." Right then Ron and Luna walked in and they both hugged Hermione. Ron stepped back and smiled at her, saying,

"It's nice to see you, Herms." Luna echoed his sentiments and Hermione smiled with her eyebrows raised saying,

"You see me every day. But oh well, nice to see you too." Just then Tammy ran into the room and into Hermione yelling loudly,

"Aunt Hermy, Aunt Hermy!" Hermione winced at the nickname Tammy had decided to give her while Ron and Luna just chuckled quietly. She hugged Tammy back and smiled at her when she pulled away.

"We should probably go if we want to get to the train a bit early," said Luna. They would be taking a muggle car to the station. Matt and Maggie took their trunks along with Maggie's white cat Dessie and Matt's owl Orlando. Lily also picked up her trunk and birdcage and walked out the door behind them. They all piled into the muggle van and headed to Kings Cross station.

"Now kids, you walk into the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't worry, you'll go right through it. Just run through it with your trolley and you'll end up at platform 9 and ¾." Ron said as they approached the barriers. Tammy went first, giggling like she had a secret or something, and walking in with her mouth and eyes wide open. Maggie and Matt shrugged at each other and went in one after the other, Lily following them. Ron, Luna, and Hermione headed in last.

Tammy had found her 7-year-old cousin Samantha Malfoy, Draco and Ginny's daughter, and was playing with her. Maggie and Lily were arm in arm talking to Bill and Fleur Weasley's daughter Emily, a third year, and Matt was joking around with his cousins Fred and George Weasley. Fred was George and his wife's son, and George was Fred and his wife's son. Although just cousins, they looked almost identical and were often mistaken for twins.

After meeting some people, and reminiscing with parents they had gone to school with, Hermione, Ron, and Luna hugged their children goodbye. Hermione had tears in her eyes as she said,

"Be good to all your teachers, and do your homework. Have a good time sweetheart, I'll miss you." She pursed her lips and Lily threw her arms around Hermione's middle, saying,

"Oh Mum, I'll owl you once a week at the least, and I promise to be good and do my homework. And I'll miss you too. Love you." Hermione smiled at her daughter and said,

"Love you too, Lils. See you Christmas Break!" Lily smiled at her and said,

"Yup! Better get me something good!" They hugged again and Lily followed Maggie, Matt, Emily, Fred, and George onto the scarlet train. Well then, she's gone, Hermione thought as she waved back to Lily as the train moved off. She tried to smile at Ron and Luna, but instead a tear fell down her face. They knew right away what she was thinking, which was, I wish Harry could have been here to see this, and they all hugged her close, even Tammy, although she didn't know why.

"I'll be all right, you guys. Thanks." They all smiled at each other and walked off without saying anything. Nothing needed to be said. When they got to the car they hugged again, and Luna said,

"Come over anytime, okay? We'll still have Tammy and Arthur and Molly, but it'll be quiet without the twins. And I'm sure it'll be deathly quiet for you without Lily. So…so come over anytime you want to." They smiled again and Hermione said,

"Thanks, I will." She hugged Luna and apparated back to her living room, falling on the couch and sobbing her heart out.

A/N: Aww, poor Hermione…but you see how depressed she is without Harry? And it's been 11 years! Next chapter…whatever happened to that Harry Potter? REVIEW!!!!

-Emily

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