Surprises

A/N- Here is a new and improved version to this story. And no, this was all my idea but my friend known as Forbidden Attraction helped with a few chapters with ideas to start them. I reread this story and noticed lots of minor and major mistakes to this story. So I going to retype this story myself this time and will be getting a beta reader. Thanks to my beta reader named Craftsman from Hawthorn &Vine, thanks for the help.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter at all. I only own this plot line and any new characters.

Summary: Raising two children on her own, Hermione now faces the big trouble, the twins' dad coming back into the picture; not wanting anything to do with him, she soon turns to him for help when she comes down with a mysterious sickness.

Prologue:

Hermione shifted around in her attic while her twins were with Mook. Hermione was making room for some new items and taking some old ones out. While she moved a large trunk, something caught her nut-brown eyes; Hermione moved over to it and smiled. It was her Hogwarts trunk. She unlocked it and opened it up to see her old school robes and some books that she had kept.

Hermione shifted things around in the trunk and saw her time tuner and her photo album with a moving picture on it that showed her friends, Harry and Ron, and herself. Hermione smiled at it and took it out as she held the precious album within her slender arms.

Hermione made her way towards the kitchen. When she got there, Mook came in and stated, "Mistress, the twins are asleep for their nap, could Mook get anything for you?"

"Yes, Mook, I would like to have a cup of green raspberry tea. I'll be in the living room," Hermione told her.

Mook nodded her head at her mistress and got busy making her tea, while Hermione took off to the living room. When she got there, she sighed at the mess that her twins had made. Hermione smiled and pulled out her wand as she didn't feel like clearing up the muggle way. With a wave of her wand, the toys were neat, tidy and back in their places.

Hermione placed her wand back in her pocket and sat down on large red chair as she waited for her tea; Hermione smiled at Mook and nodded her head to place it right beside her chair.

"Thank you, Mook," Hermione uttered.

"Welcome, Mistress," Mook told her as she disappeared to look after her charges.

Hermione reached over and picked her up tea cup and brought it to her mouth; she placed it back down after she took a drink. Hermione opened her book to see her first year pictures, smiling at this. She flipped through her photo album until she came across seventh year, as she thought it was her greatest and not so greatest time of her life…her final year at Hogwarts.

She missed Hogwarts a lot, the professors, the classes, and her classmates. Her Gryffindor common room, the chairs near the fire, the late nights of studying, Hermione missed it all. She remembered her speech at the graduation.

"Seven years it took all of us to get here, now we are here and can't help feel a bit sad about it. I know I will never forget what the professors taught us. Courage, strength, caring, knowledge and many more things. Each of us had different experiences that we will never forget and unbreakable bonds that we have made during our time here. Before I continue… I would like everyone to have a moment of silence to reflect on the final battle with Voldemort and how many that were killed in the battle here with Voldemort."

….Silence was heard without the hall, even the parents were praying.

"Thank you for your support during that divesting time. I would like to say I wish you all the luck with your careers and life. Come on, class of 1998."

Hermione had loved her speech; it was perfect. After all, she had revised that speech ten times before actually performing it.

Now, two and a half years had passed. As she was the most successful witch of her year, she was also the best healer, for two years now. After discovering a cure for squibs of magical families, publishing a book on the cure, Hermione also found a possible cure of werewolf bites, preventing the unfortunate victims from turning into a great beast themselves. She took that on after Lupin had died in the final battle. Hermione was doing it for Lupin's life and memory.

Harry had now become a seeker of the England Sparrows and they had not lost a game yet, while Ron had become a teacher at Hogwarts. He was now teaching first year through third year potions class. Hermione was still amazed that he wanted to teach that class; he somehow found out that he really liked Potions and took it over for Snape's death and memory. Harry also got married to Ginny and they had a son named James. Ron was dating Lavender, who was surprisingly good at healing spells, and was now the medi-witch at Hogwarts.

Hermione lived in a house that was four levels, with many rooms. A distant old family member that Hermione could never remember, which was on her mother's side, had left it to her upon his death. Hermione found out that her relative was actually a wizard and she was happy to take the house from him, but not so happy about the house elves that came with the house.

After two months, Hermione came to grasp that the house elves loved their jobs, so she and the house elves came to an agreement that they would have a salary and have good clothing instead of their old rags. Her relative wasn't mean to them, but he had forgotten that he had them most of the time.

That wasn't all that had happened to Hermione. During her final year, she was made Head Girl, her dream come true. But the Head Boy was a nightmare: Draco Malfoy. Unfortunately, that year, they started dating, and they ended up engaged. She had gotten pregnant, but before she could tell him, she caught him cheating on her with that Slytherin slut, "Pansy Parkinson." Hermione broke off the engagement and had never told him about the pregnancy.

Thank god for concealing spells and charms during that year. He would have found out, otherwise. It was three weeks after their graduation when she read the news; her heart felt as if it were breaking as she still loved him. But he was getting married to Parkinson. Apparently, Pansy had gotten pregnant by him in their sixth year and had had a son that she had kept secret.

When she went into labor that September with her twins, Harry and Ron rushed her to St. Mungo's, and three hours later, she was holding onto twin girls whom she named Mirabel and Sakura. They were now two and a half years old.

Hermione almost had the life she wanted; she had great friends, family, a successful career, but what was missing was a loving husband. Draco Malfoy would never know that she still loved him.

A/N- I hope you like this better prologue now. Until next time. Bye