Author's note. You will often find that your very first story isn't always the best. I know that if I compare my earliest stories to what I do now, I just can't believe it. But experience has helped me to write better and this is just a little story with advice for writing.

I think that it helped I grew up just before the age of computers so I learned to write the traditional way. But quite a few new authors write as though they are texting and even those who don't, it doesn't really sound like a real story.

So anyway, here's hoping this helps at least one person with their stories.

Enjoy and please review.

"What are you doing, Ron?"

Hermione asked her husband this question as she examined a new cookbook her mum had sent her. Ever since that year they'd been on the run, she'd determined to become a proper cook even if she only had a few fish and berries for ingredients. Ten years had passed since that fateful year and Hermione liked to think she'd become a pretty decent cook.

Granted, she'd probably never be as good as Molly or mum as the good woman insisted she call her. She smiled, during her school years it had felt like she was slipping away from her mother but now she had two mothers she was close to. Graduating from Hogwarts had made it much easier to patch up her frayed relationship with her parents, especially with the help of the Weasleys.

Both Molly Weasley and Heather Granger were doting grandmothers and immensely proud of their children's achievements. Arthur and Ian had become very firm friends, each satisfying the others thirst for knowledge of the other's world. Both their spouses just rolled their eyes and let them get on with it. Hermione sometimes felt she could scream with joy, her life really was going very well.

She had a loving husband who she could still talk to like a best friend, a beautiful little girl and another child on the way. Currently, little Rose was being looked after by Hermione's own parents. Hermione was determined that both her children would grow up with the best of both worlds, she didn't want them ignorant of their roots.

Thankfully, Ron had been interested to learn about the Muggle world and they'd spent some time there after she'd finished her education. When they got married, he readily agreed that their children should know all things Muggle. Of course, taking him to the cinema had helped show him how great Muggle things really could be. They still went there every month to see the latest film and Ron also enjoyed their telly.

Another Muggle invention that Ron enjoyed was their computer, an object which had certainly advanced from when she was young. The things you could look up and do, it was simply staggering. It was like having a whole library at your fingertips. Their computer or laptop was what Ron was currently on, supposedly checking his emails. It had been amusing learning how to work one and explaining how no wands could be used to make it go faster but now her man was quite the expert.

"I'm looking up fan fiction," he now responded, having just realised she'd asked him a question.

She smiled as she patted her very swollen belly, he was looking up that again.

"Anything good?" she asked as she put down her healthy cooking book down to look at him.

"There's a weird one about Snape adopting Harry," Ron answered, looking very bemused. "And we're still his friends in this one, Snape actually lets us all study."

"Oh, save that for me," Hermione said, smiling as she tried to visualise their old Potion's teacher's face if he ever heard of such a story. Since his true allegiance had come out, he'd been granted a Headmaster's portrait and the trio had all seen him at some point or another.

He'd actually told her that he'd always been pleased by the work she put in and how seriously she took the subject. He had merely been disappointed that she had never shown an interest in thinking outside the box or really pursuing a career about Potions. She was adept at Potions and he had been happy about that but she had never been a protégé. He had always been on the lookout for one and had found a few.

It was a deep shame that it had been his portrait who'd told her these things, whatever his sins, he hadn't deserved the grisly death that had befallen him. Even the likes of Ron and George had forgiven him, George understanding and accepting that his ear had been a horrible accident. Ron always said that never having to deal with Snape properly helped with his own attitude.

This was one reason why Hermione enjoyed some of the fan fiction that involved Snape, it was nice to imagine how things could have been different. Although she stayed away from any that hinted at a relationship between her and Snape, those were just wrong. When the War had ended, it had been suggested Harry have his experiences written down. He'd only agreed if they could be presented as Muggle works of fiction and so the Harry Potter series was born.

The last book had come out very recently and fans had enjoyed it an awful lot. Even better, the films were doing quite well although Ron did still moan about how he was portrayed in certain situations. But the funny thing was, with the internet, they could actually find out how children and adults alike thought of their adventures. Many had written their own versions ranging from the brilliant to the ghastly.

Honestly, why would she ever go back in time and fall in love with Tom Riddle.

"Merlin, I can't even read this," Ron suddenly exclaimed, interrupting her thoughts.

"What's wrong?" she asked, propelling herself over on the computer seat she had stolen, Ron was currently using a kitchen chair.

"Look at that," Ron said, gesturing at the screen and she leaned forward to see what was wrong.

She frowned, the chapter seemed to be one massive paragraph and she barely knew where to begin. It wasn't just a descriptive paragraph, several different characters appeared to be talking but it was too hard on the eyes to read.

"Oh dear," she murmured as Ron said.

"I know, you'd think they'd use that space bar thing, wouldn't you?"

"You would," she sighed. "But I think some people honestly don't see anything wrong with that."

"Well, it's stupid," Ron said, glaring at the screen. "Can they actually read it? Isn't it possible to change it?"

"I think so," she said, she'd created her own account so she could read those stories she actually liked. She hadn't written anything herself, it was too weird writing about yourself and your friends but she had explored the account and what you could do with it.

Ron was still glaring at the screen.

"I don't think I like this, it's some weird one about the twins having a girlfriend."

"What did the summary say?" Hermione asked, she always told him to read the summary before checking a story out. That way, he couldn't be surprised by a story which contained Dramione or Hon.

"Just something about the twins many adventures," Ron sighed. "I thought it might be a nice story for George..."

His voice tailed off and she gently laid a hand on his shoulder. Fred Weasley would have loved from of these whacky stories featuring him and his twin. Heck, even ones that didn't focus on the Weasleys twins, he'd have enjoyed. Ten years couldn't erase the hole that laughing young man had left and it probably never would.

"It's sweet you try to find stories for George and for Percy."

The third eldest Weasley boy tried to laugh more ever since Fred's death. It was the best way to remember him and everyone had agreed. He'd become much closer to George and they'd worked through the grief and the pain.

"Yeah," Ron muttered before clearing his throat. "You know, I really can't believe some of these stories. Some of them, you can barely read because of how their written or because the plot if so stupid."

Hermione nodded, while there were some she loved, others...

"Sometimes I really want to give them a good shake," Ron now said darkly. "Why would I ever get together with Luna? Or my own sister, urgh..."

"Why don't we write a list?" Hermione suggested, knowing that fan fiction could be a sore point with her husband. "We can try and help those who want to write good stories but maybe don't have anyone to advise them?"

Ron thought about it for a moment before nodding.

"Sounds good, let's do it."

She smiled before asking.

"Shall I type?"

Ron blushed, he was still learning how to type using all his fingers and thumbs. He wasn't doing too bad, he just go disheartened when he saw how fast others did it. It was no good pointing out that Harry was at the same level, Ron was determined to overcome his bad typing skills.

He shifted his chair so that she'd have free rein and she scooted to in front of the screen.

"Okay," she declared, flexing her fingers. "Where shall we begin?"

Author's note. The next chapter contains the first bit of the list, I hope you all enjoy it. Hermione's parents have never been named so I used the names of the people who have portrayed them.