DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Normal Life Doesn't Exist

Description: 4th story in the 'Kidnapped' Series. She left, taking the most precious things with her. Hiding in the muggle world with her children, Hermione Granger tries to live a 'normal' life. But what happens when her husband returns to claim what's his? Find out.

Introduction

Hermione Jane Granger Riddle. For the first 11 years of her life, she was a mousy muggle. But then a man named Albus Dumbledore introduced her to the world of magic, mystery and wonder. As she was due to start her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she met 2 boys. Their names were Harry James Potter and Ronald Billius Weasley.

For the first 6 years at Hogwarts, The Golden Trio faced perils and dangers only written about in fantasy horror books. They duelled dragons, played deadly games of chess, almost had their souls sucked out by some of the foulest creatures to walk this Earth...but that was all just practise on what was to come. In her 7th year, Hermione's life turned upside down when a half-snake like man named Lord Voldemort, whom didn't even contain his entire soul in his body, contacted her. He revealed a secret so powerful that when revealed; it transformed her life in so many ways.

She lost her virginity; she fell in love with a man as evil as Lord Voldemort; watched friends be murdered in front of her eyes; was tortured; got married; committed suicide; was resurrected; almost died again; lost a baby; received death threats; travelled back in time...But nothing could have prepared her for her next big adventure - motherhood.

A month into her pregnancy, she found a detached 2 story house near Godric's Hollow. She made friends with all the neighbours, whom helped her in everyway they could along her pregnancy. 8 and a half months along, Hermione found herself in labour. She had a home birth and gave birth to 2 very beautiful baby girls. When the girls were just over 5, that is where our story begins.

--March 2004--

Hermione was at the kitchen sink, scrubbing the pots, with the girls eating their breakfast at the table. Merope and Jane. Those were their names. It took all of half a second for Hermione to choose upon them and was hell bent on those options, no matter how many suggestions she received.

Merope. The oldest by 12 minutes. She was named after her paternal grandmother, and she acted it. She had a cheeky attitude and was grounded more times than Jane but Hermione still loved her. Unlike Jane, Merope's hair was long and straight but midnight black like her sister's. Like her sister, she had no freckles and was pale and they were both a bit small.

Jane. The youngest. She had shoulder length curly hair, but still black like Merope's. She had no freckles, like Merope, or moles or anything of the sort. She loved to read and was more like Hermione than her father. If Hermione had to choose - she would be the favourite.

Hermione. She was still beautiful. In a motherly way. Her stomach still had a little bit of baby weight, accompanied by a few stretch marks. Her chocolate curls were down to her breasts and her eyes were gleaming. She was curvaceous and luscious but never dated due to a feeling of betrayal to the girls' father if she did.

"Mummy?" Jane asked from her plate of pancakes.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Where's our daddy?"

This was a frequent question in the house. No matter how many times Hermione told the girls not to ask about their parentage; they always did.

"I've told you not the ask that." She sighed.

"But, mummy, we just want to-"

"No, girls! I've told you not to ask and you have." Hermione put down the plate she was washing, took her rubber gloves off and turned to face the girls. They were a little scared. "You're punished. No reading for a week. Both of you."

"What?" they squealed, outraged, but Hermione remained calm and cool. "A week? No reading?"

"Enough, girls!" they instantly fell silent. It wasn't that Hermione was cruel to her girls but she made it very clear when they had pushed her too far. "Go get ready for school." They scrambled away from the table and ran upstairs.

Hermione sighed and hung her head. She turned back around to the sink and put her head in her hands. A few sniffs turned into a choked sob, which in turn turned into a one minute cry. Calming down and drying her face, she called to the ceiling, "Girls! Hurry up or we'll be late!"

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The day passed. The girls went to school, Hermione picked them up later, they went home, passed the time until dinner, ate dinner, bathed and then got into bed. Hermione sat on the edge of Jane's bed and sung to them softly.

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain
Softly blows o'er lullaby bay.
It fills the sails of boats that are waiting--
Waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain
And your boat waits down by the key.
The winds of night so softly are sighing--
Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain.
Wave good-bye to cares of the day.
And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain
Sail far away from lullaby bay.

By the time Hermione had gotten to the 5th line, the girls were already asleep but she didn't want to stop. Any moments she could have alone with the girls asleep, she took. A tear slid down her face as she glanced over her baby girls and she left the room almost silently. She closed the door, walked across the landing, leaving the small lamp on in case the girls woke up, and went into her own room. Removing her clothing but not putting her pyjamas on, she crawled under the sheets.

And within minutes, she was crying. "Tom." She whispered as she cried herself to sleep.