A Desirable Escape
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: This story would follow HBP. However, Sirius is alive mainly because he is one of my favorite characters. This is not a DH compliment. It takes place about 6-7 years after HBP. Enjoy.
Prologue:
She moved slowly, carefully placing each foot on the wet ground below her. Her hand twitched with anticipation. A sudden noise from behind her caused her to leap soundlessly in to the shadows. She watched as a drunk man stumbled through the alleyway singing an unrecognizable tune. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as the man began to vomit. Noiselessly she snuck out of the alleyway and into the open street, trying to keep a low profile. The muggle town was quiet at the late hour and she knew she should get out of the street. She sensed movement to her right and barely had time to spin out of the way as a curse flew in her direction. She quickly toughed her wand to the tattoo on her forearm before sending back a curse of her own. Loud cracks filled the air as her backup arrived. Within minutes the situation was under control and three death eaters lay dead at their feet. The girl shook her head sadly. 'When had it gotten so out of control?' Hermione felt a comforting hand on her shoulder and she erased the thoughts from her mind as she apparated back to headquarters.
Headquarters was not as it had been in the past. They had taken an idea from a muggle movie about mutant turtles and created a hideaway in a sewer. It was not the most ideal place, but it was safe. The war had gotten out of hand when Dumbledore had died. Harry had tried to fulfill the prophecy, but the final battle had not been as expected. It had come down to Harry and Voldemort, as it had to be. However, Voldemort had sent a killing curse at Colin Creevy distracting Harry long enough to throw a curse in his direction. Ron had immediately dived on Harry and apparated them away to safety. Harry hadn't died, but was severely injured. He now had to walk with a cane and with his injury their hopes had died.
Voldemort grew more powerful by the second and he had soon overthrown the ministry and Hogwarts, taking away the final resistance against him. Hermione guessed that the outside world was now something comparable to Germany during Hitler's reign. Voldemort was gathering up muggles and killing them off systematically and putting the rest to work for him. What was left of the Order had formed a secret alliance and had gone underground. They had turned Voldemort's tactics against him and were systematically killing off Death Eaters and rounding up stray witches and wizards. They also had safe camps for rescued muggles. It was something, Hermione knew, but it wasn't enough. She sighed as she stripped off her completely black outfit and climbed into the shower. If only they could do more maybe she would be able to sleep at night. Her child could roam carefree in the streets and her and her husband could walk through the park hand in hand like a normal couple. She heard Ron open the bathroom door and start to brush his teeth. She smiled as he told her about how Sirius had been entertaining Ella all day. It was times like these that made her feel like everything would be okay.
Ron smiled as his wife came out of the bathroom, her hair still in wet curls. She had matured so much and had grown into a stunning woman. She leaned over and gave him a kiss before crawling into bed and grabbing a book from the bedside table. Ron twirled his wedding ring. He couldn't believe it had been five years today. They had gotten married at eighteen and her parents had been killed days later. Ron knew that this is why they never celebrated their anniversary. He shook the thought out of his head as he burrowed into the covers and closed his eyes, hoping tomorrow would bring a better day.
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