Hermione;
I was born September 10th of 1979, the first girl born into the Weasley family in over a hundred years. My parents had welcomed five little boys into the world previous to my debut: Bill, who was seven (almost eight) at the time of my birth, Charlie, who was six (almost seven) when I was born, Percy, who was almost four, and Fred and George, who were a little over a year old when I was welcomed into the world. Due to a rare medical condition my Mum has, which gives her two uterus, seven months after I was born my youngest brother Ron was welcomed into the world... and then a year later Mum and Dad brought their eighth and final child into our home and suddenly I had a younger sister. Up until his departure to Hogwarts in September of 1982, my oldest brother spent his days watching over Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and I... then when he left for Hogwarts we became Charlie's responsibility. Percy was never one to play with his younger siblings, instead of going out to play in the yard with us when Charlie took us, he preferred to stay locked away in his room reading...
Which was fine until Charlie began attending Hogwarts in September of 83' and suddenly Percy was thrust into the role of responsible older brother until the winter and summer holidays when Bill and Charlie would return and save their five youngest siblings from days of sitting indoors reading instead of being allowed to roam about the garden and chase the chickens. The years leading up to Percy's departure to Hogwarts went by torturously slow, as bad as it sounds to say the twins, Ron, Ginny, and I were counting down the days until Percy left for school... because then Fred and George would be the oldest, even if only by a year, and wed once again be allowed to roam about the gardens and chase the chickens in peace. Three years to the day after Charlie's departure on the Hogwarts our family saw Percy off alongside Bill and Charlie. Just as Mum had predicted, Percy was sorted into Gryffindor alongside Bill and Charlie. The next two years were spent under the rule of Fred and George, who could never take anything seriously. I learned more about the art of pranking those two years than I ever thought I needed to know.
The twins were sent to Hogwarts, and surprisingly sorted into Slytherin, and it became my turn to rule over Ron and Ginny. The year leading up to my departure on the Hogwarts Express was a tense one. Mum was getting upset that her first little girl was growing up so quickly, and when it came time for school shopping I ended up going with Charlie while Bill took the twins. To make sure I got new things for school, Bill and Charlie picked up summer jobs and bought me everything I needed new so none of the little 'arseholes' from school would have anything to say about their baby sister... my wand ended up being Yew Wood, fifteen inches long, with a unicorn hair core. When Mum and Dad saw five of their oldest children off on the train my first year, Mum looked ready to cry. On the train I crammed into a compartment with Fred and George, and one of their friends from a different house, Lee Jordan I think his name was? My brothers eventually sent me off with some other first year named Adrian Pucey and before I knew it I was at Hogwarts riding the boats to the sorting ceremony.
When my name was called, I remember walking up to the hat, half scared it would tell me I belonged in Gryffindor and half scared it wouldn't... but the hat, as always, knew just what to do with my scared arse. "SLYTHERIN!" The hat had called, and I joined Fred, George, and Adrian at the Slytherin house table. It turned out that my first year would be the only year of peace I'd see at Hogwarts, because the very moment Ron arrived to school with Harry Potter in tow my life went from simplistic to vastly complicated. I joined the Slytherin Quidditch team, alongside Fred and George, and became one of the best Chasers my house had seen for centuries... the very same year Harry Potter broke several school rules and somehow instead of being punished he was made the Seeker of the Gryffindor quidditch team. I didn't like the idea of Ron hanging around Harry, especially not after the troll incident and the almost murder by giant chess set... but Ron's never listened to me anyway. By the end of my second year I was sure of two things; My brother had a death wish and I had an extremely embarrassing crush on Oliver Wood.
Third year was something else entirely, before school even started Ron and the twins broke at least six Wizarding laws and stole Dads flying car to rescue Harry from his aunt and uncles house... then those bloody idiots, not the twins, missed the train to Hogwarts, so what do they do? THEY STOLE THAT BLOODY FUCKING CAR! Ron was lucky the only thing he broke was his wand, and the prat missed Ginny's sorting- Slytherin. The year only got worse from that point because somehow Harry managed to drag Ron and his little crush, Parvati, into a hunt for a big ass snake in the pipes with our apparently imposter teacher... Ugh, I could have killed Ron when Adrian and I had to break curfew to come rescue his little arse. Because of the great Harry Potter I was nearly killed, all because Ronald couldn't pick a bloody fucking normal friend; the only good thing to come out of third year was I had somehow managed to catch the eye of Oliver Wood before school ended and we spent the summer leading up to my fourth year writing each other daily.
My fourth year? Oh, I spent it trying to keep Ronald out of a hunt for a mass murderer with Harry and our werewolf defense against the dark arts teacher. Don't get me wrong, I loved Professor Lupin, I did not love the fact he was helping Harry hunt for his deranged Godfather and dragging my little brother along for the ride. Somewhere between my first date with Oliver and the last day of school Adrian and I found ourselves face to face with a werewolf who'd forgotten his wolfsbane potion... which lead to me being scratched. Harry Potter and his constant need for dangerous adventures with my little brother caused me to be permanently inflicted with lupine traits... luckily the scars are on my back and easily concealed. At the close of fourth year, I walked away from Hogwarts with a new craving for my meat a little on the rare side... and a new boyfriend in the form of sixth, well I guess seventh now, year Gryffindor Quidditch Captain; Oliver Wood. That summer when he came over for family dinner Charlie could hardly contain his excitement at seeing his quidditch protégé, the excitement only fading slightly when it sinks in that Oliver is dating his sister.
Fifth year, the great Tri-Wizard tournament, and the year I impersonated Harry Potter and manages to save Cedric Diggory's life inside the maze of the third, and final, task... also the year Oliver and I attended the Yule ball and were totally the hottest couple there. For a little while during fifth year, I almost got my wish and Harry and Ron stopped speaking after Harry's name was pulled from the Goblet... but I unfortunately realized Harry couldn't have entered his own name so I made sure I set Ron straight and gave him a nice little lecture about his so called Gryffindor loyalty; He and Harry made up the same day and I allowed Oliver to take me on a date to celebrate a successful moment with one of my siblings. The second task I spent underwater because, as it funnily turns out, I would be the person Harry Potter would miss the most- probably because I'm the reason his stupid little arse is still alive. The end of my fifth year was the end of Oliver's seventh- so when I was preparing to return to school for sixth year, Oliver was training with a professional Quidditch team.
The summer before sixth year our parents told us about the marriage contracts that'd been signed since our births, the Weasley family's way of keeping some traditions alive. The only one of us not to have a betrothed turned out to be Ginny because she was unexpected and they'd had no time to draw up contracts for her... but they'd more than made up for it with me. An ancient Weasley contract that everyone had forgotten about promised the next born Weasley daughter to the Diggory son closest to her age... that combined with the contract my parents had written up with she Wood family upon my birth meant I would take not one husband, but two when I came of age... and that terrified me until Oliver, his parents and I had a sit down with Cedric, his parents, and my parents. Once our parents had worked out the formalities, the three of us: Cedric, Oliver, and I had worked out how exactly we'd make this unusual arrangement work. We'd not marry until I finish school, and children would not be part of the equation until way later on down the road.
Sixth year on its own was practically hell on earth for me and my siblings. Professor Umbridge, Umbitch as the twins, Ginny, and I call her, immediately set out on making Harry Potter's life, and anyone who was friends with him, miserable... and because we were Harry's best friends siblings- The Twins, Ginny, and I caught the short end of the stick. I didn't care what she did to me, but the first time Ginny came back to the dungeons with the phrase 'I will obey the rules' scarred into the back of her hand... shite got personal. Absolutely nobody is going to get away with using a blood quill on my baby sister. From that point on the twins and I made it our own life mission to make her life hell. The pranks never stopped hitting her, I honestly think Ron thought the three of us had gone mad. Along with being active members of Dumbledore's army, the twins and I had prepared something that would, without a doubt, leave a lasting impression with Professor Umbitch about fucking with the Slytherin half of the Weasley children.
Together the three of us ran her out of the castle, mostly, before fleeing the school... Ginny had finished the job for us and set a pack of centaurs on the woman a few days after the twins and I had left school. Mum wrote Headmaster Dumbledore after he was reinstated and informed him that I'd be retiring to Hogwarts in September to start, and complete, my seventh year- and then I spent the summer leading up to seventh year with Oliver and Cedric at Puddlemere stadium, I was allowed to practice with the team and their coach was impressed by my chaser ability... until he learned my last name was Weasley. Apparently he'd been trying to recruit Charlie to come play for him for nearly four years. I also spent my days with the twins working on products for their shop, my first job was working the till at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, my work schedule flexible enough that I could train with Olly and Ced from two PM to eight PM every day, after working in the shop from eight AM until one PM, and still have some free time before curfew... the summer before seventh year is also the summer Olly, Ced, and I began sneaking around and snogging... well, more so than usual.
The start of my seventh year was one for the books, everything seemed normal... more peaceful than usual. I was writing Ced and Olly every night about our wedding planning, all three of our mums were driving us insane- trying to marry us off the day after my graduation... I think they were just eager to converge the bloodlines, if I'm honest, and eventually we had everything planned, and eventually the peaceful period at Hogwarts came to a startling end. One morning everything was normal, then by nightfall the same day... Dumbledore was dead. Harry had been right, Draco Malfoy was indeed a death eater- but he was also the little prick that had been chasing after Ginny since she started Hogwarts. I couldn't see him as anything more than the scared little first year who's hand I held while he cried for his mummy in the common room the first night of his first year here. I knew Draco hadn't killed Dumbledore, but I also knew that he would now officially be branded a member of the Dark Side... and I made it my own personal goal to save him from himself.
As planned by our crazy arse mothers my marriage to Oliver Wood and Cedric Diggory took place the day after my graduation from Hogwarts, my name becoming Hermione Alice Wood-Diggory. The summer leading up to Ron's seventh year scared me, and I begged mum not to let he or Ginny return to Hogwarts next year. I'd even offered to take the two of them to France with Olly, Ced, and I while everyone got this whole mess sorted out down here... but my pleas fell of deaf ears. At Bills wedding, I wasn't surprised when Ron, Harry, and their friends, the Patil Twins, fled together after death eaters attacked the ceremony- but I did cry myself to sleep that night with worry for my little brother... and I went to my mother the next morning and demanded Ginny be sent with Oliver, Cedric, and I until all of this was said and done. When she told me no, I'd called my mother ever name in the book as Charlie and Bill dragged me from the room- which was not an easy task as I'd been kicking and screaming the entire way out.
Eventually Charlie managed to convince Mum to send Ginny to Romania with him, where he would enroll her in Durmstrang and keep her out of the UK until the war was over. My mother and I didn't speak for months after my outburst over Ginny, and I had no intention of apologizing until one day Ron turned up on my doorstep. He looked like he'd not eaten in weeks, and the bags under his eyes worried me to no end. He only stayed with us for a few days before he left without so much as a goodbye... I was at Mums house within the hour, my guilt eating me alive. Eventually Oliver, Cedric, and I became official members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the three of us began preparing for war. We cherished every moment we spent together, and I made sure we each had time to spend with our separate families as well as with our combined families. I spent more time with Fred and George in the weeks leading up to their birthday than I think I've ever spent with them before in my life... and I found myself writing Percy, begging my older brother to abandon the ministry and come home.
Days before May 2nd I discovered I was three weeks pregnant, I decided I wasn't going to tell Oliver and Cedric, or anyone for that matter, until this war was fought and over with... and I knew it was going to happen soon, I could feel it in my bones; and I was right. May 2nd at one AM a shimmering hyena burst into my and the boys bedroom to call us to Hogwarts... Harry and Ron has returned to the school, along with their little friends, and Voldemort was coming. There would be no more hiding or running, War was upon us. Oliver, Ced, and I scrambled out of bed and tossed on muggle athletic clothing I'd gotten us for training in the summer- then after planting a kiss on each of their lips the three of us apparate to Hogsmeade. Dumbledore's brother showed us the passage into the school and the three of us sprinted to the castle, not slowing for a moment; We wanted to make sure our support was on the front lines for this battle. When the three of us bursted into the ROR I launched myself at Ron, then at Ginny when I saw her and Charlie standing off to the side out of the way...
And that brings me to where I am now;
Getting ready to fight the Darkest wizard of all time...
Let's get this over with.
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