Hermione is lonely. She's returned to hogwarts to make up her 7th year, but without Harry (but NOT Ron) she doesn't know what to do with herself. Well, there's always Ginny. Beautiful, talented, awesome, hilarious, sweet, funny Ginny. Wait...what? Hermione starts to realize her feelings for Ginny may be a little more...
Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)
𝗟𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗲̀ 𝘂𝗻'𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗶 𝘁𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲. 𝗟𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘁𝗼, 𝗺𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼 𝗱𝗶 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿�...