A/N This is my second fanfiction, and one that I am thoroughly enjoying. I have been a fan of Fremoine since I started reading Fanfiction. Here is my take on how they came together. This is A/U where Fred lives of course. Also, I do not own Harry Potter, but I do love writing in the world JK Rowling created.

Chapter 1: Life Changing Moment

Harry Potter sat at in his office looking over a file. He had zoned out more than once. Ron had been acting funny the last few days, and he called off to work today for personal reasons. Harry was worried about what could be going on. He made a mental note to ask Hermione over dinner tonight. Just as he finished signing his name on the last of his reports for the week, there was a knock on his door.

"Enter." Harry said, feeling that it could be any of his Aurors with more reports. He was shocked to be facing a paler than normal Percy Weasley. "Percy, is everything okay?"

"I'm afraid not Harry." Percy said, his voice shaky. There were a thousand scenarios planning in his mind. Did something happen to Molly, or Audrey and the baby? What about Ron, or maybe the twins. It was inevitable that there would be an explosion and one of the twins would wind up in St. Mungos.

"What's wrong Perce? Is everyone alright?" Harry stared into Percy's pale face trying to discern what might be the problem. With his Auror training, he had developed the innate ability to be able to tell when someone was lying.

"As far as I know, everyone is fine, health wise. But I have something to show you." Percy pulled out two folded up pieces of parchment. Harry could see the seal for the Marriage and Family Division stamped on the outside. "This came across my desk Harry, I am supposed to deliver it to Hermione, but I don't have the heart to do it to her."

"What is it Percy?" Harry held out his hand, Percy, reluctantly handed over the rolled up pieces of parchment. Harry saw Hermione Granger-Weasley posted on the front. He opened the first parchment;

Dear Mrs. Hermione Granger-Weasley,

It is with heartfelt sorrow that I have to write this letter, but it has been brought to our attention by St. Mungos that there has been an heir produced for the Weasley family by Mr. Ronald Billius Weasley and Miss Lavender Aurora Brown. Ronald Billius Weasley the second was born on 18 January 2001. With this birth, your marriage to Mr. Weasley has here by been terminated, please see the accompanying parchment with the dissolution of marriage contract. The marriage was terminated under clause 113B of the marriage law, or more commonly know as "The law of the first heir to carry on the familial name". Again, I do apologize, and wish you the best on your future. There is no need for you to sign anything on the attached document, this is for your records only.

Have a good day,

Padma Patil

Head of Marriage and Family Division.

"Percy, you have got to be kidding me. This is going to kill Hermione." Harry said. At the moment he didn't know what he felt more, anger toward Ron, or sorrow for Hermione and all that she was getting ready to be subjected to.

"It get's worse Harry." Percy said, and swallowed. "After this hit my desk, as undersecretary to Kingsley, I have access to all the Marriage and Family division. That includes documentation of conception."

"Okay?" Harry felt his stomach sinking, and felt nauseated. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what was about to be told to him.

"Harry, that child was conceived on 22 April 2000. The date of Ron's marriage to Hermione." Percy said and grimaced after he said it. Percy may have been a prat a few years ago, but he had made his peace with his family, and had become close with Hermione. Harry's stomach hit the floor. And he remembered that day almost a year ago. He remembered when Ron went missing, and they couldn't find him anywhere. It was at their reception, and Hermione was looking for him, so they could cut the cake, and get on to their honeymoon.

"What are we going to do Perce? We have to find a way to tell Hermione, she doesn't need to find out about this when it hits the paper tomorrow. I shiver to the think of the scathing article Rita Skeeter is going to write on this." Harry took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't dare tell Ginny, she would kill Ron, not that Ron didn't deserve it. But he really didn't fancy the possibility of having to arrest his own wife for murdering her brother. Harry stood from his chair, walked around his desk and looked at his aurors. He was going to need major back up, and it had to be someone that Hermione trusted. He saw Neville getting his jacket on and getting ready to leave for the day. Neville was his only option to keep Hermione calm. "Neville, can you come here a minute?"

"Sure Harry." Neville said turning around and walking into Harry's office. "Percy, how are you?"

"Been better Nev."Percy said tersely.

"Neville, we need some help. Do you know where Ron is today?" Harry wanted to see if any of his friends suspected what Ron had done.

"No clue, he sent me an owl and said that he wouldn't be in for personal reasons today. What's going on Harry?" Neville asked, he noticed then that both the head auror and the undersecretary to the minister were extremely pale.

"Neville, we have to deliver some really bad news to Hermione, and we need someone who can keep Hermione from doing anything rash. Do you think you could be of some assistance?" Harry asked.

"Sure Harry. Am I able to ask what this is about?" Neville could tell by their faces that whatever it was, it wasn't good. Harry handed over the rolled parchment and watched as Neville's face grew pale, then red with anger. Harry knew that Neville was Hermione's first serious boyfriend, and, even after splitting amicably a few years ago, the friendship still grew stronger. This made him just as protective of her as Harry. "I'm going to kill him if she doesn't." Neville's voice was ominous. Harry had only heard it sound like that one other time, and it had to do with Rudolphus Lestrange.

"Can you keep your cool on this Nev, I need you to." Harry asked raising a dark eyebrow as he ran his hand through his perpetually mused black hair.

"Of course Harry, I can compartmentalize like only Hermione can. Let's get this done. I do not relish in breaking her heart." Neville said standing and turning to walk out of Harry's office.

"Me neither Nev, me neither." He said as he sighed and followed Percy out of his office, using his wand to lock the door.

Hermione was sitting in her office, putting the finishing touches on a bill about the care of Dragons that were used to guard important things, like the dragon that she, Ron, and Harry escaped on out of Gringotts, around Europe that she had been working on closely with Charlie. Charlie Weasley sat in the chair across from her desk reading over part of the rough draft, to make any corrections prior to the bill going before the Wizengamont. His short fire red hair sticking up at odd angles. It could rival Harry's. His face was clean shaven, and his black tee shirt was pulled tight over his muscular frame that was stretched out with his feet propped on her desk, knowing how much she hated his dragon hide boots getting her desk dirty. They had long since agreed to just let it go. He would clean her desk every day before leaving the office. Hermione had been up until late last night working on this wording, and, since Ron had to work all night last night, she knew he wouldn't miss her not being there. She was nervous if Charlie would approve of the bill with the current wording, or if she would have to start from scratch, like she had twice already.

"Hermione, it's perfect, it will hold all the reserves accountable to how they treat them, and it will hold Gringotts accountable for how they train and treat their guard dragons. It's perfect!" Charlie said smiling widely. His blue eyes sparkling, reminding her of the twins when they were up to no good. He jumped from his chair and gave her a big hug, picking her up out of her chair. She squealed and laughed. "You are amazing!"

"Of course she is, they don't call her the brightest witch of her age for nothing." Harry said standing in the doorway. He was smiling, but it didn't reach his green eyes, Neville was behind him, she could see a shock of curly red hair that could only belong to Percy, over Nev's shoulder. Before Hermione could acknowledge all of them, Harry noticed Charlie. "Charlie Weasley, how are you?"

"Great Harry. How are you and my sister doing?" Charlie asked shaking Harry's hand. Hermione took her eyes away from them, and watched as Neville and Percy entered her office in the Department of Regulations and Care for Magical Creatures. Percy quietly shut the door behind him, and she noticed him wave his wand and mutter a silencing charm. She felt her stomach drop. What ever was about to be said wasn't good. Hermione felt her knees go weak, and she sunk down in to her chair. She hadn't had the chance to floo home at lunch and check on Ron. Did something happen last night, was he injured or killed. The paler face of Percy and the red face of Neville lead her to believe that what ever it was was going to change her life forever.

"Harry, Neville, Percy, what is going on? Why are you here?" Hermione asked, her voice shaking. Charlie noticed the faces, and she saw Harry whisper something in his ear, his face reddened with anger, and his fist balled up to white knuckle tension.

"Hermione,"Neville said walking over and sitting on her desk. He gently grabbed her hands and looked her in the eyes. His hazel eyes trying to be full of compassion and not pity for her. He knew his ex-girlfriend well enough to know that she hated pity.

"He's dead isn't he? Or is he at St. Mungos? I need to go." She stood up and attempted to pull her hands out of Neville's grasp. Neville held tight, and shook his head.

"Hermione, I wish it was that simple, but it isn't." Neville swallowed and glanced at the three men in the room. Harry nodded, and Percy handed Hermione the rolled up pieces of parchment. She looked at it, and back at the four men in her office. Neville loosened his grip, and allowed her to reach for the parchment. "You are going to want to sit down when you read this, love, trust me."

"What's going on. You all are really starting to scare me." Hermione's voice shook with uncertainty and fear. Charlie moved behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Harry sat down beside Neville, and Percy stood behind with his hand on her opposite shoulder. She took a deep breath and carefully unrolled the first scroll. Eyes skimming over the words, she had to read the letter four times before it started to sink in. They all knew the minute that it did because she jumped up, jerked out of Percy and Charlie's grasp, grabbed her wand, and went for her coat on the rack by the door. "I'm going to kill him Harry. He cheated on me with that, that, slag."

"Hermione, calm down." Harry said gently trying to grab her arm.
"No Harry, don't tell me to calm down. I've done the math! It had to have been around our wedding." She shouted.

"More like at your wedding." Charlie muttered.

"What?!" She shrieked. They all stepped back and watched as she started pacing. Her hair was crackling and they could feel the magic crackling around her. "At my wedding?! All he had to do was wait another two hours and he would have gotten everything he wanted. He couldn't blood wait! I thought he waited through our dating and engagement. He knew how I felt, but he only had to wait a few more hours!"

"It's coming isn't it?" Percy muttered to the three men. They all nodded. Percy watched as the young witch stopped pacing and fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Harry, Neville, and Charlie were there in seconds holding her and pulling her to her feet.

"Why couldn't he wait Harry? Was I not good enough?" Hermione asked, her voice showing all of her heart break. "Where am I going to stay? I can't go home. I have no place to go!"

"Mione, you will always have a place to go. Let's go to the Burrow." Charlie said softly to her.

"You can't take me there! You're mom will ask too many questions. I need to go to a place where no one will ask questions." Hermione said through a sob.

"I know where you can go." Neville said. "Percy, floo the twins flat. Ask for George and tell him we are coming through."

"I'm on it." Percy said quickly walking out of Hermione's office and running to the floo in his own office. Throwing the floo powder he yelled "Flat above Weasleys' Wizzarding Wheezes"

"Perce, every thing okay?" George asked. Percy breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that the head that came through the floo was missing an ear. He was already going to have his hands full keeping Charlie calm, he didn't want to add Fred to the list. George could keep his cool, and deal with Fred should the occasion arise.

"Are you alone?" Percy asked quickly.

"Yeah, Fred is down stairs in the shop. He decided to give me the day off for once." George chuckled. "What's going on Perce?"

"I have something I need to discuss with you regarding Hermione. Do you mind if I come through?"

"No, come on in." George said stepping aside. Percy stepped through the green flames and stepped out into the atrociously decorated flat that belonged to the twins. The orange walls and purple furniture gave Percy nightmares. Percy shivered and turned to see the shaggy, ginger hair, and blue eyes of his younger brother. George smirked at Percy and showed him over to the couch. "What's going on with Hermione?"
"Ron is a cheating bastard. That's whats going on with Hermione." Percy said without thinking. George looked taken aback and then his face reddened with anger.

"Start at the beginning Percy." George said calmly. He very rarely heard George use this cool calm voice, and the times that he had never boded well for the person the anger was directed at.

"I had a few documents cross my desk that I needed to deliver to Hermione. Being the undersecretary, my seal has to go on any legal documents form the ministry. Well these particular documents were a dissolution of marriage and a letter from the Marriage and Family Division. Apparently, our dear younger brother, cheated on Hermione at their wedding reception with none other than Lavender Brown. There was a child conceived, and via the "first heir to carry on the name" clause in the Marriage law, this nullified Hermione's marriage to the git."

"Are you shitting me right now?" George asked. There was no way that Ron would be that dumb.

"I wish I was. She is a mess right now. Harry, Neville, and Charlie are with her now."
"What can I do? You know Fred and I will help anyway we can" George asked.

"She needs a place to stay for a few days. Think she could stay in your extra room?" Percy bit his cheek hoping that George would say yes.

"Absolutely, she's welcome to stay as long as she needs to. Go ahead and bring her over."

"Thanks George. I'll have Neville and Harry bring her over. This was actually Neville's idea." Percy said before throwing the floo powder and landing in his office. Harry, Neville, Hermione, and Charlie were all in his office awaiting his arrival. "George said bring her through."

"Let's go Hermione." Neville said gently. He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and allowed Percy to throw the floo powder into the fire place and say the address and he and Hermione stepped in.

George caught Hermione as she came through the floo. Her eyes were red, puffy, and the normal warm brown eyes looked lifeless and cold. The look almost killed George. Hermione was like his little sister, and seeing this broken Hermione made him want to break every bone in Ron's body.

"Come on Hermione, I have already got a bath running for you in the spare bathroom. There are some relaxing oils on the tub, a towel is on the sink, and I have set out a pair of sweats and my old quidditch jersey is on the bed in the spare bedroom." George started leading her down the hall.

"Thank you." She said, her voice hoarse and sounding dead.

"Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you though." Hermione walked into the spare bathroom and shut the door in George's face. He knew she said she didn't want anything, but he went into the kitchen to start her a cup of hot tea. He reached into his potions cabinet and pulled a calming draught and a sleeping draught. He put a dose of each in her tea and put it on the table beside her bed, placing a stasis charm to keep the tea the right temperature. He knew she would thank him in the morning. George walked out to the living room to see Charlie, Harry, and Neville in a deep conversation.

"Well," Charlie's deep brogue permeated the living area. "You know my vote. I still say that I know a Chinese Fireball that would be more than happy to have him for lunch."
"Charlie, we can't do that." Harry said rolling his eyes.

"I know several different plant concoctions that can leave him impotent. That would serve the bastard right." Neville said with an evil gleam in his eye. George had never seen this side of the normally quite Gryffindor.

"I vote for that one." George said falling down on the couch next to Charlie. "Better yet, we could always tell Ginny and see how many different orifices she can conjure up Bat Bogeys with that hex of hers."

"I'm not telling Ginny this right now. Her pregnancy hormones are going crazy, she'll kill him." Harry said with a shake of his head. He shivered a little when he thought of his wife's temper. "I know you all are going to hate my suggestion, but don't you think we should hear Ron's side of this. There could be an explanation of which we haven't thought."

"Are you mental!?" Charlie almost yelled. "He cheated on his wife, at his own damn wedding. I don't care if she spiked his drink with Amortentia, there is no excuse for that behavior."

"I think what we really need to be thinking about is what we are going to tell Ron when he starts asking about Hermione's whereabouts. I know we don't want him finding her right now. She may look like she has given up, but once she has rested, and had time to really think about all of this, she is going to kill him if she sees him in the next forty-eight to seventy-two hours." Neville said bluntly. Neville knew Hermione almost better than Harry did, and definitely better than Ron did. As angry as they all were at Ron, nobody wanted him dead, even if he did deserve it at the moment.

"I'll figure out some way to deal with Ron." Harry said with a sigh. "I just hope he doesn't want me to pick sides. He may be my best mate, but Hermione is my sister, and he won't like the choice I make."

"He won't like the choice any of us make. If Ron's not careful, he will alienate all his friends and his family." Charlie said darkly. "I can honestly say that I am fine if I never see him again."

"That makes two of us Char." George said patting him on the shoulder. "How long before this hits the Prophet?"

"Perce went to talk with the Marriage and Family Division about keeping this quite for a few days, to give Hermione time to tell her loved ones. Even if she is a member of the Golden Trio, her privacy needs to be respected in this moment especially." Harry said and every man in the room nodded.

"I have one more question," George said looking between his older brother and his brother in law. "Who is going to tell Mum?"

"I'm not telling her about this, this will kill her." Charlie said shaking his head. He then got a wicked grin on his face. "We could make Ron tell her. Then he can bear the brunt of Mum's anger."

"Char, you are diabolical."Harry shook his head. "Judging from the reaction that Hermione had when you mentioned going to the Burrow, I would say that we let Hermione tell her in her own time. The few days that Percy is buying us will help."

"That it will." George said looking at his family. After a few more moments of conversation, the men left he flat with intentions of getting back to work.