Hermione's Secret Daughter: Rose Marie Granger

Chapter 1

After spending several years in the beautiful land of Australia, Hermione Granger finally made her way back to her homeland, England. Accompanying her was her adorable two-year-old daughter, Rose Marie Granger, affectionately known as Rosie.

With Rosie peacefully slumbering in her arms, Hermione approached the familiar door of the Burrow, the Weasley family's cozy abode. She gently rapped her knuckles against the wooden surface, hoping to announce her arrival without disturbing her precious bundle.

To Hermione's delight, it was Molly Weasley who answered the door. Molly's eyes widened with surprise and joy as she laid eyes on her long-lost friend. "Hermione, you're home!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement.

A warm smile graced Hermione's face as she embraced Molly in a tight hug, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her. It was as if she had never left.

In that tender moment, Rosie stirred from her peaceful slumber, her emerald green eyes fluttering open at the sound of her mother's voice.

"Mummy," Rose murmured, her voice laced with sleepiness, "where are we?"

Hermione, her mother, gently brushed her fingers through Rosie's soft, strawberry blonde curls, a tender smile gracing her lips. "We are in England, my dear," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and affection. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on the room, as if welcoming them to their new surroundings.

Rose gazed intently at the women standing before her, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and shyness. With a timid smile, she mustered the courage to raise her hand and wave at Molly, who stood there with a questioning expression.

Curiosity piqued, Molly turned to Hermione and inquired, "Pray tell, Hermione, who might this young lady be?"

Hermione, beaming with pride, introduced her daughter with a touch of tenderness in her voice, "This, Molly, is my beloved daughter, Rose.

Hermione gently lowered her daughter, Rose, down onto the soft grass of the Burrow's backyard. The little girl's emerald green eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in her surroundings, her gaze flitting from one object to another.

Molly, Ron's mother, observed Rose with a mixture of fondness and intrigue. Although she knew that Rose wasn't Ron's biological daughter, there was something about the child that felt strangely familiar to her. Molly couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she couldn't deny the connection she felt with Rose.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Molly couldn't help but ask Hermione about Rose's father. "Will Rose's father be joining us too?" she inquired, her voice filled with genuine interest.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She knew that Rose's father was already present at the Burrow, but she had chosen to keep his identity a secret from everyone, including him. With a calm demeanor, Hermione replied, "No."

Deep down, Hermione knew that she was weaving a web of lies, but she believed it was necessary to protect Rose. After all, not even Rose's father was aware of her existence. It was a secret that Hermione had guarded fiercely, fearing the consequences of revealing the truth.

As the hours passed, Rose found herself engrossed in a playful interaction with Teddy Lupin, who happened to be nine months older than her. The two children laughed and giggled, their innocent joy filling the air with warmth and happiness.

Word of Rose's presence had spread among the Weasley family, and they had all embraced her with open arms. She had quickly become a beloved member of the family, cherished by everyone. However, there was one person who struggled to accept Rose fully - Ginny. Despite her close relationship with Hermione, Ginny couldn't help but harbor resentment towards the mystery surrounding Rose's father. It was a lingering tension that Hermione hoped would eventually dissipate, allowing Ginny to fully embrace the love and joy that Rose brought into their lives.