A New Beginning (DH -COMPLIANT)
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
82
Views:
77,450
Reviews:
905
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Meeting with Molly (Very Short Chappie)
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 4 ~ Meeting with Molly (Very Short Chappie)
“You’re doing what?” Molly Weasley said to Hermione over tea, her face frowned up in disapproval.
Hermione had visited the Burrow to tell Molly about the new job she’d accepted. The witch was livid.
”Hermione, couldn’t you have found a job more . . . acceptable? Something where you’d be in a more accessible area? What about the children?’ Molly asked her.
”Hugo and Rose will be fine, Molly. They’re at Hogwarts after all, and they can contact me if need be,” the witch replied, “And if I can’t be reached for some reason, they can reach you and Arthur. It’s a good opportunity. I’ll be working in my field and making a good living. It’s perfectly acceptable.”
Molly frowned.
”I’m sure Ron wouldn’t have approved of you running off to some secluded area and shirking your parental duties,” Molly sniffed.
Hermione scowled at her mother-in-law.
”Ron would have understood. I have to earn a decent living, Molly. He’d be happy I found a way to do that on my own,” the witch said firmly. “I’m not shirking my duties. I’m doing my best to make a good life for Hugo and Rose. It’s good for them to see their mother using her skills to make a living. There’s more to life than cooking and cleaning.”
The moment she said it, Hermione wished she could take the words back. Molly scowled at her darkly, affronted. She had spent her entire adult life making a loving home for her family. It was much more than “cooking and cleaning.”
”There is nothing wrong with focusing on taking care of your family above all else,” Molly said pointedly, “In fact, the reason so many children run awry is because their mothers are not there for them, choosing careers over their upbringing.”
“Hugo and Rose have been brought up right,” Hermione declared, “Right and proper. They know the difference between right and wrong and how to conduct themselves.”
”But they still need guidance. What kind of guidance can you give them locked up in some research facility five days out of the week?” she demanded. “Hermione, you need to get your priorities straight and stop using my son’s death as a springboard and excuse to pursue your own selfish goals! You’re a mother . . . you need to act like one!”
Hermione stared at the witch. Molly would never understand, never see she needed to make her own way as best she could. Hermione was alone now. She didn’t have Ron to fall back on. Molly had Arthur to support her and stand by her, to provide for her. All Molly knew was the loss of her son. Hermione had lost her husband, her lifemate, and had to continue on in spite of that. She stood up.
”Molly, I have to do what I have to do,” she said to the witch firmly, “It may not meet your approval, but you know something, that really doesn’t matter. I’d like to have you in my corner on this, but whether you are or not, I’m still going to do what I think is best for me and my family. It is your choice whether or not to accept it. Now, I’ll be going. I just wanted to let you know what was happening.”
Molly scowled at her, rising and wiping her hands on her apron reflexively.
”And I just want to let you know I don’t approve of what you’re doing at all,” the matriarch of the Weasley family stated coldly.
“It’s been duly noted. I’ll contact you once I’ve settled in,” Hermione said, “Goodbye until then.”
With that, the witch left the Burrow, Molly glaring at her retreating back. The witch scowled as she heard the thunderous sound of Hermione disapparating.
”I can’t believe she’s being so selfish,” Molly muttered, thinking it was quite fortuitous that Hugo and Rose had her for a grandmother to take up the slack.
It was obvious Hermione couldn’t handle it.
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A/N: A very short chappie. Not feeling too well, but thank you for reading.. ***
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Chapter 4 ~ Meeting with Molly (Very Short Chappie)
“You’re doing what?” Molly Weasley said to Hermione over tea, her face frowned up in disapproval.
Hermione had visited the Burrow to tell Molly about the new job she’d accepted. The witch was livid.
”Hermione, couldn’t you have found a job more . . . acceptable? Something where you’d be in a more accessible area? What about the children?’ Molly asked her.
”Hugo and Rose will be fine, Molly. They’re at Hogwarts after all, and they can contact me if need be,” the witch replied, “And if I can’t be reached for some reason, they can reach you and Arthur. It’s a good opportunity. I’ll be working in my field and making a good living. It’s perfectly acceptable.”
Molly frowned.
”I’m sure Ron wouldn’t have approved of you running off to some secluded area and shirking your parental duties,” Molly sniffed.
Hermione scowled at her mother-in-law.
”Ron would have understood. I have to earn a decent living, Molly. He’d be happy I found a way to do that on my own,” the witch said firmly. “I’m not shirking my duties. I’m doing my best to make a good life for Hugo and Rose. It’s good for them to see their mother using her skills to make a living. There’s more to life than cooking and cleaning.”
The moment she said it, Hermione wished she could take the words back. Molly scowled at her darkly, affronted. She had spent her entire adult life making a loving home for her family. It was much more than “cooking and cleaning.”
”There is nothing wrong with focusing on taking care of your family above all else,” Molly said pointedly, “In fact, the reason so many children run awry is because their mothers are not there for them, choosing careers over their upbringing.”
“Hugo and Rose have been brought up right,” Hermione declared, “Right and proper. They know the difference between right and wrong and how to conduct themselves.”
”But they still need guidance. What kind of guidance can you give them locked up in some research facility five days out of the week?” she demanded. “Hermione, you need to get your priorities straight and stop using my son’s death as a springboard and excuse to pursue your own selfish goals! You’re a mother . . . you need to act like one!”
Hermione stared at the witch. Molly would never understand, never see she needed to make her own way as best she could. Hermione was alone now. She didn’t have Ron to fall back on. Molly had Arthur to support her and stand by her, to provide for her. All Molly knew was the loss of her son. Hermione had lost her husband, her lifemate, and had to continue on in spite of that. She stood up.
”Molly, I have to do what I have to do,” she said to the witch firmly, “It may not meet your approval, but you know something, that really doesn’t matter. I’d like to have you in my corner on this, but whether you are or not, I’m still going to do what I think is best for me and my family. It is your choice whether or not to accept it. Now, I’ll be going. I just wanted to let you know what was happening.”
Molly scowled at her, rising and wiping her hands on her apron reflexively.
”And I just want to let you know I don’t approve of what you’re doing at all,” the matriarch of the Weasley family stated coldly.
“It’s been duly noted. I’ll contact you once I’ve settled in,” Hermione said, “Goodbye until then.”
With that, the witch left the Burrow, Molly glaring at her retreating back. The witch scowled as she heard the thunderous sound of Hermione disapparating.
”I can’t believe she’s being so selfish,” Molly muttered, thinking it was quite fortuitous that Hugo and Rose had her for a grandmother to take up the slack.
It was obvious Hermione couldn’t handle it.
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A/N: A very short chappie. Not feeling too well, but thank you for reading.. ***