Chapter One

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Hermione
I walked down the street, gazing into store windows trying to find a present for Ron. I give up trying find him something in the Wizarding World and make my way back to our house, which happens to be near the Burrow. Sneaking in silently I head towards the fireplace and grab a handful of Floo powder. I make my command and POOF I'm gone.
After aimlessly wandering around the mall I decide to go with a bag of sweets, Ron, being 26 now, still loves his sweets more than anything. I walk back to my parents house, where I keep my second stash of Floo powder and use it to go back to my house.
I enter the house and throw down my bag and yell, " Ron, I'm home! I got you your anniversary present!"
"Hermione!!" I hear Ron answer back. Why does he sound so alarmed? I clearly stated its me and still so surprised? I decide to investigate, I creep up the stairs silently and come to the room we share, I twist the knob and, it's locked. Why would he lock the door? He never locks it. I pull out my wand and say " Alohomora" with a swish and a flick of my wand the door unlocks. I push open the door and gasp. Ron is sitting in the chair in front of the television with his hands entwined with another girls. At the sound of my gasp, he looks up and says," Mione! I, uh, well I thought you were leaving again." He flinches at his pathetic attempt to clear up the current position. The girl he's with stands up and struts over to me, I notice she has long blonde hair, she's average height, she has blue green eyes, and wears a lot of makeup. " Lana," she says, sticking out her hand. "And who are you? Ron's cousin?" She questions me.
"His wife." I reply with venom in my voice. " Happy anniversary Ron. I hope I never see you again!" I say, shouting the last bit.
I slam the door behind me and say, "Colloportus," and listen as the lock clicks into place.
I head into the children's room and collect their stuff, pack it into a bag, and do the same all throughout the house, taking whatever is mine or the children's. Once I've got everything I leave, not looking back.

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