A Beginning Must Have An End (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)
What if Hermione Granger had an older sister? Most of us know that J.K. Rowling planned to have Hermione marry Fred Weasley, but we couldn't just leave Ron hanging there. She also wanted Hermione to have a sister, but she couldn't find the place to fit her in. What if her wishes came true? What if Hermione did have a sister, and her sister did create a relationship with Fred Weasley? Emma Granger enters her 5th year with much more than O.W.Ls awaiting her.
The Leaky Cauldron
Her younger sister Hermione was a witch as well, but her parents were what magical folk called muggles. They were not, in fact, wizards, but they found the wizarding world extremely fascinating. They often questioned Emma and Hermione tirelessly about school. They were very good friends with the Weasley, a family who attended Hogwarts. Ron was Hermione's friend and the twins, Fred and George, were Emma's mates. Her parents were friends in particular with Mr. Weasley, who found the muggle world equally as amazing as they found the wizarding world. Emma, Fred, and George often left the room when such times arose where Emma's parents and the twins' father were questioning each other.
Emma unstuck her forehead from the glass of the window and looked over at her sister who still slept. Emma and Hermione shared a room in the small brick house that her parents owned. Emma glanced at the clock on the mantel and moved from the window to wake up Hermione. After doing so, she took a shower and dressed in knee length jean shorts and a Holyhead Harpies T-shirt. The Holyhead Harpies were the team that Emma supported in a popular wizarding sport, Quidditch. She also participated as a chaser in the house team at Hogwarts. Her half of the room was plastered with quidditch posters.
Hermione was already dressed and going over last minute packing items when Emma stepped out of the shower. They would be arriving at Hogwarts later that week and Hermione had been packing for the past few weeks. That day they would be going to Diagon Alley to stay there for the last few days of vacation. They were also meeting their friend Harry Potter at a London pub, the Leaky Cauldron. Ron had written the Grangers to inform them that Harry had accidentally blown up his aunt and that we were all going to stay in the Leaky Cauldron with him. Typical.
Emma compared Hermione's neat living area to her unmade bed and haphazard posters and she inwardly laughed.
Emma knelt beside her trunk. Her mother was a wizard at packing and everything was neatly folded and in the right place.
Too bad I'll mess it all up the minute I get to Hogwarts, Emma thought despairingly. As she followed Hermione out of the room, Emma's owl Sapphire flew onto her shoulder. Sapphire was a gift from her half-giant friend, Hagrid, for her 14th birthday. The barred owl had taken to her quickly and now rode with her most everywhere she went.
"Hermione!" Emma's mother called up the rickety wooden stairs. "Ron's on the phone."
Hermione rolled her eyes and gave Emma a look. Ron rarely communicated by phone and was absolutely clueless on its functions.
"HERMIONE! HERMIONE ARE YOU THERE!"
Ron bellowed through the phone at Hermione and she cringed. Emma had a silent laughing fit in the doorway.
"Ron," Hermione said shakily, shuddering at the after affects of the sound, "You don't need to yell. I can hear you perfectly fine."
Emma gave up on eavesdropping after Ron lowered his voice and helped herself to some bacon and eggs at the furnished cherry wood table. Her father sipped his coffee behind the newspaper. After 4 years of wizarding school, Emma had begun to expect pictures to move as they did in the magical world. She was quite surprised then when she saw a middle-aged muggle man advertising paper towels, his face frozen in a fake smile.
Hermione joined them 5 minutes later and Emma grinned at her across the table.
"Don't," Hermione said, raising a hand to ward her off. But Emma persisted.
"Why doesn't he just send us one of those talking patronus things. Those are so cool."
Emma stabbed an escaped bit of scrambled egg. Hermione shook her head at her older sister's immaturity and picked up her fork.
After the Grangers had finished breakfast, they piled into their car and drove down to the Leaky Cauldron.
When they arrived, 20 minutes later, Emma and Hermione rushed inside while their father hoisted their trunks out of the car. The large family, all with flaming red hair, was easy to spot out. Ron was the first one to spot them. He was noticeably taller, with more freckles and tanned skin. The Weasleys had recently gone to Egypt after Mr. Weasley won a sum of money, and Ron clearly displayed this.
"Ron!" Hermione cried. She ran, weaving through the crowd, and hugged him tightly. Emma watched her with an amused expression. She and the twins had watched the progress between Ron and Hermione for quite some time now and all three were convinced that they would get together. Emma followed her sister through the bodies of the others at the pub and flung herself into their midst.
She wrapped her arms around George, then Fred, and pulled away beaming with a flushed face.
"Is this really Emma, George?" Fred asked, circling around her.
"I'm not sure, Freddie," George replied, "/This/ girl is too tall to be Emma."
"And much too pretty," Fred applied. Emma swat them on the arms.
"Ooooh," George commented, "Someone's getting edgy."
"You guys are impossible," Emma informed them, "Take care to remember that."
She gave them a wink and moved over to Ron to greet him. She heard their laughter even after they were out of her sight.
"Hi, Ronnikins," Emma said behind him. He turned.
"Sorry to interrupt you from Hermione," She grinned, "But I believe I deserve a greeting."
"Mmhmm," he said, giving her a hug even though his face clearly revealed that he was disgruntled at the nickname the twins and Emma used for him.
Emma looked around at the crowd of people surrounded her and met Fred's eyes across everyone's heads. They smiled.