Run

Chapter 2: Her Eyes.

Hermione had run away. She would never deny that, but she never regret the decision either. At the time it was what was best for her future, her heartbreak, her son, but now she had begun to realise the positive impacts of traveling the world with her little boy.

Thomas could speak nearly eleven different languages. English primarily, French, German, Latin, Italian, Russian, Spanish, Portuegese, Polish, Chinese and Japanese and little bit of Korean.

Although not in his nature, he had adapted to making friends quickly and grown used to saying goodbye to them.

He was used to not growing attached to a place, but every year his Mum would take him back to where he was born in Orlando, Florida. He also frequently saw his uncle Harry and aunt Ginny. In fact their eldest son, James, was one of his best friends.

But now he was eleven and fairly soon he would be off to Hogwarts. A place Hermione couldn't wait for him to explore.

Thomas had sharp features, chocolate brown eyes but he had his fathers platinum blonde hair which often made Hermione's heart stop.

Thomas knew next to nothing about his father, he didn't ask, he didn't want to know. As far as he cared a man who leaves a pregnant woman couldn't be trusted as far as he could be thrown. He was Granger and that was all that mattered to him. He had a loving stepfather, Cormac and sweet little sister called Rose. She was only three but quite the opposite of other siblings he didn't find her annoying or irritating.

Cormac had taught Thomas to play Quidditch, he had asked for Thomas's permission first before asking Hermione to marry him at age six. He had essentially raised him since the young age of four. By all intensive purposes Cormac McClaggen was his father. Hermione had even given Thomas permission for his ninth birthday to change his middle name from Harry-Ronald to McClaggen.
Thomas McClaggen Granger.

Cormac now stood proudly with one hand on his sons shoulder. It was nearly time for him to leave.

"Good luck son." He wished to the handsome blonde haired boy.

The thing was with Thomas, had his hair only have been a few shades darker, he could have passed as Cormac's son anyway.

"Thanks Dad." Thomas said hugging his father.

"Take care of yourself and write! Your mother and I will want to hear from you. I'll send you the address once we get to Vienna." Cormac said ruffling his hair.

"Ok, take care of yourself too. And Mum and Rosie."  He said looking at Cormac.

"You know I will. I'm going to miss you Tommy, but you're going to have the best time there." He finished.

"I'll miss you too." Thomas said.

Cormac bit his lip. He wasn't a man scared of hiding his emotions. He didn't cry or anything, but only because he had no reason to.

"I love you Thomas."

"I love you too Dad."

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express filled the platform.

"Quick say goodbye to your Mum and Rosie."  Cormac said standing up.

Thomas hugged Rose. "Bye Rosie. I'll see you at Christmas."

"You not coming with us?" Rose asked.

"No Rosie, I'm going to school, and you're going to have so much fun in Vienna." He promised.

"Ok, bye bye." She said kissing his cheek.

"Bye." He replied.

Hermione had tears rolling down her cheeks. Thomas had never been away from her for longer than two weeks and even then he was staying with Cormac. Her little boy was growing up. She pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

"Promise you'll write. Every week!"  She begged.

Thomas chuckled. "Of course Mum."

"That you'll take care of yourself?"

"Yes Mum." He answered.

"And that you'll stay out of trouble?" She added finally.

Thomas gave a small smile. "I'll try Mum."

"Good. I love you!" Hermione said hugging and kissing her son one last time before boarding the train.

"I love you too Mum. I'll see you at Christmas." He said hugging back.

"Ok, goodbye darling. Safe trip." She said as tears poured out of her eyes.

"Goodbye Mum." He whispered, wiping the tears from under her eyes with the pad of his thumb.

He then left and boarded the train along with James Potter, Roxanne Weasley and Michael and Mackenzie Finnigan.

He really was a sweet, loving boy. Hermione often wondered how he managed not to pick up any traits from his birth father. Whatever way he did it, she thanked Merlin for it.

Draco Malfoy had absolutely no idea about his oldest son. He had gotten married to Astoria a year after his official break with Hermione after finally coming to terms with the fact that she wasn't coming back.

He and Astoria had two children. Scorpius was eight and Astrid was three. He was currently working as the potions master at Hogwarts. This was unknown to Hermione as she and Cormac would never have allowed Thomas to attend had it come to their attention.

Draco sat at the head table along with the teachers when the first years walked in. Professor Longbottom stood where McGonagall once was.

"When I call your name, you will come up, take a seat. I will place the sorting hat on your head and it will decide." Neville Longbottom the Herbology teacher shouted over all the ruckus.

This was by far the most interesting part of the whole feast.

"...Finch-Fletchey, Celiette~ Hufflepuff.
Finley, Kevin ~ Ravenclaw.
Finnigan, Mackenzie ~ Gryffindor.
Finnigan, Michael ~ Gryffindor.
Flint, Adrian~ Slytherin..."

Neville paused.

Everyone turned to him.

"Granger, Thomas." He said less loudly.

Draco's head spun around at the word Granger.

Everyone looked to the young boy who slowly edged his way up.

Ever since the war the name Granger was just as popular as Potter and Weasley.

Draco gasped at the sight of the young boy. The eyes, his eyes. They were,..her eyes.

Longbottom placed the sorting hat on Thomas Grangers blonde hair.

'Blonde!?'Draco questioned  to himself.

"Gryffindor!"  Bellowed the sorting hat.