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A second chance to get it right	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Fred Views: 6059 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter franchise so I'm not making any money writing this. If I did, Ginny would have died instead of Fred.

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Title: A second chance to get it right
Pairings: Fremione, SeamusxGeorge, DennisxAstoria, BillxFluer, OliverxPercy, ViktorxCharlie and references to DracoxHarryxBlaise, MichaelxGinny and RonxLavender
Rating: M
Summary: Side-fic to Be Careful What You Wish For. Follows Fremione and SeamusxGeorge's second chance at love. The rebirth of WWW and their growing families.

Chapter 6
Septimus was fed up with Arcturus after wasting eight minutes browbeating him about his Mind Healer appointment, so he dragged him to the floo, tossed him and called out, “St. Mungos’.”
Then he followed his son, where had they gone wrong in his raising?

XooooooX
With his grandfather’s support of his bonding to Hermione, things well on their way to a grand reopening of the Weasley Wizard Wheezes Diagon Alley shop in December and his father looked after by his grandparents, Fred arranged for a portkey for them to travel to Australia before moving became too difficult for Hermione since she was past six months.
He had allowed the Bulstrodes who he vaguely remembered from Hogwarts to offer them a place to stay while they were in Scamander.
While Australia wasn’t known for its extradictions, rather it was known for its asylum practices, Fred had a letter for its Minister requesting that they ask known Death Eaters to leave rather to have their community torn apart.
Hermione was sleeping on her side with her arms are her growing stomach, and he thought her budding maternity was beautifying her in his eyes.
They’d each taken a bit of sleeping potion to adjust to the time difference between Australia and Britain...
Hermione woke slowly.
“mm...Fred?”
Fred chuckled, “Yes Mione?”
“Are we here? I smell food, did you cook?” Hermione’s sleep-jumbled thoughts amused him.
“Yes we’re in Australia, our hosts asked to see to our needs while we’re here. Relax, I wanted you to have nothing to worry about,” Hermione’s frown forced Fred to clarify himself, “aside from finding your parents that is. What name did you give them?”
“Wendell and Monica Wilkins...” Hermione said in a choked voice, “They were to sell everything and move. I am unsure if the practice or our house sold but they were to put both on the market right away...”
Fred helped her to sit in his lap.
“I’m too heavy,” Hermione protested.
Fred laughed, “I’ve wrestled Charlie and he weighs more than you do. It’s fine. I’m sure that we can find a place for your parents in Britain; they would be so disappointed to miss out on the birth of their first grandchild. First we’ll have to get dressed and eat before we go exploring.”
“I don’t even know if they are in Scamander...” Hermione protested.
Fred shrugged, “It’s a good base and the Bulstrodes have agreed to help us.”
Hermione blushed, “I remember Millicent from Hogwarts, she was quite intelligent and strong but she never liked me.”
“She put you in a headlock during the ill-fated duelling club.” Fred reminisced.
“Then Fifth Year she was a member of the Inquisitorial Squad, she’s the one who attacked me and took my wand...” Hermione frowned.
“I know that they feel they owe Harry a debt for keeping them out of trouble due to the Death Eater trial mania and for getting Greg out of trouble what with that ridiculous sentence that Ron got for him. I can’t imagine how it got past Kingsley...” Fred snorted.
There came a knock at the door.
“Yes?” Fred called out.
“Giselle said to tell you that breakfast is served.” Millie said gruffly.
“Be right out!” Hermione replied.
“Good.” Then there was silence beyond the door.
The engaged pair rose to dress with Fred assisting a flushed Hermione...
The question remained to bond before searching for Hermione’s parents or not...

XooooooX
Giselle decided to take them sight-seeing which Hermione tried and failed to dissuade her from.
Fred was able to beg off only to be wizard-napped by Millie Bulstrode who didn’t seem to understand the words ‘no thanks’.
Millie to his surprise led him into the Muggle community which was less obviously rich compared to the Wizarding community that had the fancier houses.
There was an immigrant office where Millie to his bemusement confounded the clerk there into giving them information regarding persons who had arrived in Scamander in August of last year.
To Fred’s pleasure, there was a Wendell and Monica Wilkins who had arrived on the fifth of August the previous summer.
A search in this year’s telephone book that was offered when they asked how to find the Wilkins, gave them a number and an address thank Merlin.
A bit more prodding and the Muggle clerk gave them a Muggle map as well as written directions to the address.
With that in hand, Fred thanked the clerk while Millie removed the memory of their being there.
Following the directions was quite easy and they were able to locate the house which had a large front garden.
From the back of the house there was laughter, Fred glanced around before casting the notice-me-not on himself and then crept to peek over the wall.
He recognised Hermione’s parents despite her mother’s now short red hair and her father’s greyed hair.
The couple were dressed not unlike Professor Sprout; with large hats, dirt-covered aprons and boots.
Fred didn’t remember her ever mentioning that they gardened...
He located a tree that was surrounded by bushes that he marked for future apparition for himself and portkey use for Hermione.
He was under orders from Andromeda to avoid apparition to prevent their daughter from being adversely affected.
Parents found thanks to Millie’s Slytherin talents, Fred let the younger witch Apparate them to where they might find her wife and his fiancée.

XooooooX
Hermione was shown the first Minister of Scamander’s house, the current Minister’s house, the bonding office and was regaled with how one was married in Scamander.
Apparently, one only needed to exchange vows before any citizen that was appointed to the duty and then the citizen had to sign a writ that named them as witness.
The citizens were known by their having a pair of golden rings embroidered somewhere on their clothing.
They usually congregated in a teahouse on rainy days and a park on fine ones.
Giselle pointed some of these select citizens so Hermione knew whom to consider, of course she and Millie would attend the wedding as well.
Er... bonding? Wasn’t that the proper Wizarding term?
There was something strangely genuine about Giselle Bulstrode ne Goyle despite never having met before. Hermione felt a closer connection to the elder witch than she had to Ginny or even Luna...
Maybe it was because they were closer in age...
Luna and Ginny were younger and each in her way was spoilt...
Luna because she was her parents’ only child and Ginny was the only girl in a family of six boys.
Giselle was so unlike any Slytherin witch that Hermione had known like Pansy Parkinson or even Millie Bulstrode.
She was dawn after the longest night of the year, the first flower of spring, the first snowflake of winter...
While Hermione couldn’t fathom a girl being attracted to another, Giselle was to witches what Fred was to most males.
Giselle could be a good friend, perhaps...
Then in the middle of Giselle’s almost poetic rhapsodising about Scamander familiar arms wrapped around her and lips brushed her neck beneath her ear.
Hermione’s eyes closed, “Fred?”
“Hermione, if I ever say that Slytherins don’t have their uses hex me...”
Hermione turned to look over her shoulder, “What are you talking about?”
Fred smirked, “Millie with her sneaky Slytherin instincts found your parents, rather ingeniously I’ll admit. Using tactics I probably wouldn’t have and it would have taken ages.”
Hermione wiggled out of his arms only to throw her arms around the startled Slytherin witch. “You’re amazing! The best...How can I ever thank you?”
“Letting me go would be a start,” Millie said gruffly.
Hermione did so if only to avoid the witch lashing out physically. “Why did you do it?”
Millie coughed, “I know that Giselle wanted more than anything for her mother Honorine to have been at our bonding. I suspected that unlike myself that you would want her at your bonding if you’d go to so much trouble to save them from jerks like our fathers as to make them forget who you are as well as their own names.”
Hermione swallowed, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted my mother...”
“Do you want to see them?” Fred asked, “I marked the place so I could take you there by portkey.”
Hermione kissed him, tears dripping down her face. “You wonderful man...”
Fred pulled her close, creating a portkey and winked at the witch couple.
Hermione felt the familiar experience of a tug on her navel before her landed firmly via sticking charm cast by her thoughtful Fred.
It was a small house, much smaller than her childhood home filled with all of the flowers and plants her mother used to sigh about wanting.
Being in London meant they didn’t have a big enough yards, so they couldn’t have a garden.
Hermione swallowed, “Do you think they’ll forgive me?”
“I remember that they adored you; that they were proud of you and while they’ll be upset at first I’m sure that they’ll forgive you.”
Hermione nodded, pulling her wand out she walked towards the door of the house she had never lived in and used the unlocking charm on it.
Fred followed just behind; his hand on her lower back to assure her that she wasn’t alone.
Hermione walked silently through the unfamiliar, yet hauntingly familiar house.
It was furnished with different pieces and yet, her mother had recreated their old home.
There were no pictures of her, Hermione had kept those that only had her safe in her beaded purse but the pictures with them together had altered when she cast the spell to make them forget...
Hermione walked out onto the sunlit patio, whispering, “Please forgive me...” then she pointed her wand at her parents, casting first a spell to put them to sleep, another to cushion their fall and finally the counterspell to her memory charm.
Then exhausted she sagged to the concrete only to be swept up in Fred’s strong arms.
Fred carried her to a nearby chair and lowered her into before going to carry her parents to chairs also.
Then like the good man he was becoming because he was with Hermione who made him want to be at his best, he went to make tea even though it wasn’t his house.
After all, difficult discussions should take place over tea...

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll
Anon - The dinner party was posted in Be Careful, I couldn't seem to make it fit here even though it was Fred's idea...
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