Well Howdy there people! I just thought I grant you today with an update! Which is a bit later than you would probably like it, and for that I'm sorry, I've been kind trying to find a way to start this chapter, and then I needed to find a way to continue it without writing something I didn't want to write until later.

On July 12th,I got hold of tickets to a pre-screening of Harry Potter 7 part 2. So I got to see the 3d version of Harry Potter early, plus I got cool 3d glasses that are shaped like Harry's glasses. Isn't that amazing?

Well I will stop babbling now. Get to reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, the book would probably have turned out somewhat differently. Like per say, Draco would be nicer, But then I don't think I'd like Draco as much if he weren't mean. :)

Chapter Six: Hogwarts

I heard the ringing noise in my ear knowing that somebody just stepped inside of my place. I knew who it was. It couldn't be anyone else. Lucius had been killed in the war. It was a bloody good thing to. Don't get me wrong I felt sorry for my old friend. He was a good man despite the racial issues he was having between purebloods, half-bloods, and muggle-borns. I personally think life was just rough on Lucius. He ended up in a loveless marriage, which made him be hard on his son. In the end though, Lucius had gone mad, and if he wouldn't have been killed, they would have another dark lord rising on their hands and lets face it, the wizarding world was not ready for another dark lord.

I d the door creeping open slightly interrupted my thoughts and I said, "I know your there Draco." How could Draco not know about the wards I put up? Although it seemed nobody could get through my house without my permission as there were multiple wards and charms placed upon my house; there was one person always welcome. One particular charm was put on for my godson, and that was to make sure I would always know when he stepped inside my house.

"Fine, I give up." Draco raised his hands as a sign of defeat. Stupid boy. Sure, He's thirty or so know, but for some reason I still see him as a boy.

"So what have you come here for today?" I eyed him suspiciously, I knew what he was going to say. I was there; I saw the mass of tangled curls. I knew them very well.

"Hermione's back in London." Draco said. My face went blank, and the emotion was sucked out of me. I tried so hard to get over her, but nothing worked. She worse than Lily. Hermione is my drug, while Lily was like a pretty flower. Barely comparable, if not, then not comparable at all.

"And, Why, Draco, would this concern me?" I said in monotone. I didn't like being treated like some fragile person. I am hard to break, but I am also hard to put together.

"Don't act like you weren't lurking in the shadows of the Leaky Cauldron a few days ago. Might I say, though, I don't think stalking the know-it-all will help you." Draco scolded me.

"She is nothing to me Draco. If she wants to come back after running away eleven years ago hoping to win me back then she is wrong. I will not have her coming in and destroying everything I built up since she left" I retorted, which is a of course, was half the truth. If she came back to me, and wanted to patch things up then I would have to try it. The only thing I had built up was intolerance to petty teenagers. I have become the evil greasy dungeon bat since the summer I went to look after her. The little know-it-all was out with a 'friend', that Katherine girl said. Even though it was eleven years ago, I couldn't believe she moved on so fast.

"The two girls were her's." Draco blurted out. My heart fell. I saw those little girls in the Leaky Cauldron from the dark corner of which I was standing in. The queezy feeling of my falling heart was replaced with a rush of anger.

"I do not know what you are talking about" I lied, "Aren't you supposed to be getting primped for your date with that girl?" There. That would put him in his place.

"We're only going as friends. I have no need to 'primp'" Draco seethed at me.. Isn't that a charming look on his face.

"Oh, so the great Draco Malfoy has been turned down and reduced to a 'friend'" I smirked at my comment, happy with myself.

"It's better than being used as a sex toy only to be left to suffer." Draco said under his breath, but I heard him.

"GET OUT!" I frowned. That last comment sent me into a rage. I had dropped the pen which I was writing with and furrowed my brows in frustration. I couldn't concentrate on my work no longer. How could she have kids? And the bigger question was, Who's kids were they? I covered my face with my hands and noticed the wetness coming from my eyes.

The memory of his and Draco's conversation repeated themselves until he had to leave to go to Hogwarts. Severus was walking towards the Grand Hall when he ran into somebody.

-Hermione Granger-

She had run smack into somebody when she was hurrying towards the Grand Hall of Hogwarts. Everything was just so familiar and it felt like she hadn't left at all. She didn't realize she wasn't paying attention to what was in front of her when she was knocked off her feet and her books flew everywhere.

"Excuse you, Miss Granger. Maybe you should watch where your going next time." A cold voice sneered. She looked up to meet a familiar pair of coal colored eyes. Guilt flooded her body. Butterflies hit her belly like they did when she was 17.

She was watching him walk away when she blurted out, " Severus.." He whipped around only to snarl, "It's Professor Snape to you." He then walked himself into the Great Hall, leaving Hermione feeling

just as heartbroken as before.

-Isabella Granger-

"Granger, Clairabelle" Professor McGonagall called her twin to the stool where she would be sorted. Isabella could feel her nerves. She didn't know what house she would be in. Her mom talked of her father, but never talked much about him. It made Claira and herself wonder which house they would get into.

"Gryffindor!" The sorting hat yelled. Claira smiled at her, and then walked of to the Gryffindor table and said hi to her new friends.

"Granger, Isabella" Professor McGonagall called. When she walked up to the stool she looked at the teacher's panel, seeing her mom smiling at her, and then that man from the bookstore glaring at her. She began to grow even more nervous. She took her place on the stool. The hat was placed on her head.

"Hmm.."" The sorting hat said, as Isabella jumped. She forgot for a second that the hat could talk.

"What?" She whispered, quietly hoping nobody could hear.

"Your brain sure is interesting" The hat said in a sort of awe way.

"What do you mean?" Isabella asked.

"It appears as though two brains who had passed under me had mixed together. Very interesting." The hat said.

"Two brains?"

"Yes, your mother's and father's" The hat grumbled.

"My father went to Hogwarts? You know him?" Isabella started to come up with a plan. If her father went to Hogwarts then that meant she might have a chance of finding him.

"Yes, you are a lot like him, but you have many of your mother's traits as well. Which makes it very hard for me to decide which house you will be in." The hat said. After another ten seconds, " I've found the gold. SLYTHERIN!"

A Confused Isabella went back to her seat. She knew she could find out who her father was. She just needed to convince Clairabelle to help her do it. That would be the hard part.

-Severus Snape-

He opened the doors out of the Great Hall, and shut them. He had to get out of there. He couldn't be there any longer.

A part of him was furious. Seeing them. Hearing their names. How could have she done this? Did she hate him that much? To not only have an affair shortly after she just left him, but to decide that she needed kids as well. They didn't even declare that the relationship was over. She just left. Left him broken, and never came back to fix him. Soon he was at the door to his quarters.

He settled into the couch and pulled out a book, and some firewhiskey to drown his thoughts out when he heard a knock on his door.

"Severus..." Albus said sadly.

"What?" He snapped. He was not in the mood for twinkling eyes and storytelling of the wise. He just needed to be by himself.

"You don't have to act like this. She's back. You might be able to win her over." Albus said as Snape just glared at him.

"Yes I do have to act like this. You don't know what it's like to see her after all these years. She had an affair with somebody else not even a month after we ended. She had their kids. She didn't even acknowledge our relationship. She used me while I loved her. I still love her." Severus vented.

"How do you know that she had an affair?" Albus asked.

"That black haired friend of her's. Went I went after Hermione, her friend told me that she was out with a friend." Severus sighed.

"Well, I cannot tell you what to do, but I can say that sometimes, things are not as they seem. Remember that before you rage out at her." Albus then left his chambers.

The blubbering fool! Always leaving some kind of puzzle you have to figure out for yourself. Severus wedged himself back on the couch and finished the glass of firewhiskey as he picked up his book and began to read trying to put Hermione from his head.

-Hermione Granger-

She didn't know he would take it that bad.

Hermione was sitting on the couch, crying the tears she had held in since the meeting in the hall way. Of course, the kids were in their respective dormitories. She was in her new quarters. She had nobody and she had to spend the night alone.

She knew she should have told him before, but she just couldn't. He was furious and she could tell by the way he walked out of the Great Hall extremely early. She walked to the trunk where she hid the picture of him.

"I'm so sorry Severus. I never meant for it to be like this." She whispered at the picture. Tears were coming out of her eyes. She was rocking back and forth staring at the picture. Every 7 days she had a ritual to pull out his picture to grieve over their relationship. Imagining conversations and what she would have said to him, and what he would have said back.

"Mommy, are you okay?" A three year old Clairabelle walked into the room. Merlin, she looked so much like him. Hermione quickly wiped the tears off of her cheeks and shoved the picture back into the dresser drawer.

"Yeah, honey, I'm fine." Hermione lied. She couldn't tell her three year old about what had happened.

"Then why are you crying?" Clairabelle asked as she moved to sit on her mothers lap.

"Because sometimes life is hard, and sometimes you think you have to do things you don't want to." Hermione explained as she stroked her daughters black hair.

"That happened to you?" Clairabelle asked.

"Just remember that if you want something really really bad, go after it. Don't coward and run away. Okay baby?" Hermione ignored her daughters question.

"Okay mommy." Clairabelle said as she hugged her mother.

"Go play with your sister." Hermione said softly.

"Okay" Clairabelle ran out of the room.

Hermione took one last glance at the picture. It had been so long since she'd last seen it, but she'd had a feeling she'd be coming back to it for more than grieving sessions this time around.

And that's a wrap! So we're finally at Hogwarts. YAY! But Sevy and Mione won't get together so soon, ehh.. I had a tough time thinking about what to write for this chapter.

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