Their Daughter { Ron Weasley x OC}|COMPLETED|

59. Forrest of Dean

I was singing in on my bed when Harry sat up.

"Hey." I mumbled

"Hey...where's Hermione?" He asked looking around

"Outside, it's her watch." I nodded my head in the direction of the entrance and he nodded getting up

"Are you feeling any better? Do you need another potion?" I asked closing the book I'd been reading

"I'm alright thanks." He smiled holding his hand out to me so I grabbed it and let him pull me to my feet grabbing my blanket to wrap around my shoulders as he walked outside

Hermione had been sitting by the fire reading with a blanket across her lap.

"Are you feeling better?"
She asked Harry

"You've outdone yourself this time." He smiled looking around

"The Forest of Dean. I came here
once with my mum and dad, years ago. It's just how I remember it. The trees. The river. It's like nothing's changed. Not true, of course. Everything's changed. If I brought my parents here, they wouldn't recognize any of it. Not the trees. Not the river. Not... me." Hermione explained sadly

"Where are they?" Harry asked softly I'd already known this but sat next her and listened anyway

"Wendell and Monica Wilkens now
reside happily in Sydney, Australia. They have two dogs, run a small sweet shop, but floss daily. No children." She smiled softly before it faded

"Maybe we should just stay here. Grow old." She suggested sadly and neither Harry or myself answered knowing she didn't really mean it.

"You wanted to know who the boy in the photograph was. Well, I know." She sighed quickly changing the subject as she held up the book we'd taken from Bathilda's cottage The life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore

"It was in Bathilda's sitting room. Rita Skeeter had sent it to her. Harry, it doesn't make for very nice reading-"

"Who is he, Hermione? The thief?
Did Dumbledore know him?" Harry asked cutting her off

"Yes."

"Well..?" I asked confused

"For a time." She continued shortly

"Just tell me." Harry said rolling his eyes

"Gellert Grindelwald. He's not
very well known in Britain, but there was a time, before You-Know-Who.."

"Hermione, I don't need to have
read A History of Magic to know who Gellert Grindelwald is." Harry rolled his eyes and I shrugged as she handed him the book that was opened to a picture of teenage Gilbert and Albus laughing

"For the Greater Good? Dark Days; Dumbledore and Grindelwald." I read  the photos caption aloud

"When Grindelwald was seventeen, he was expelled from Durmstrang.
He'd started doing some twisted things at school...experiments. A few teachers had always protected him, but they couldn't anymore. After he left, he traveled for awhile, then ended up in Godric's Hollow where his great aunt lived, Bathilda Bagshot." Hermione explained

"Get to the hard part, Hermione." Harry rushed and she nodded

"She introduced him to Dumbledore.
It made sense. Dumbledore's mother had just died, Grindelwald was troubled and they were both brilliant...they'd never really had anyone they could talk to on the same level. They did a lot of talking that summer. But they always returned to one particular subject." She paused as the two of us looked up at her

" Wizard rule over Muggles."

"And Dumbledore believed in it?" I asked part of me wasn't at all surprised