A/N: So bear with me, not only is this my first Harry Potter fanfic, but I majorly suck at grammar as well. In the mean time I hope you enjoy the first chapter! The dates may differ in this story a bit; it is set in 2010, Hermione would be 30 by that time so just pretend she's 25. Also, I'm American so excuse my lack of British slang.

Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter. I just like to write about it.

Many years had gone by since the end of the war with Voldemort. Everything was meant to go back to normal, and it did for a while. Hermione had even managed to find her parents a few days after the war, restoring their memories was the hard part but she had eventually accomplished it.

Hermione had gone back to school to finish her final year at Hogwarts, as head girl of course, along with Ginny. All while Ron and Harry went through with Auror training.

Despite being away from Ron, after finally getting together, the months they spent away from each other proved that their love was stronger than ever. Sure they'd visit each other during the Christmas holidays, and during Hogsmeade outings, but it just wasn't enough for either of them anymore. After basically living with each other for months, prior to the final battle, such a huge separation seemed unnatural to them.

A few weeks after graduating from Hogwarts Ron proposed; to say it was the happiest moment of her life was an understatement. They eventually decided to get married that summer, August 12th to be precise along with Ginny and Harry. Though Harry and Ginny loved each other very much their reason for marriage and going through with such a hasty marriage was quite different. A few days after graduating from Hogwarts Ginny had broken the news, she was expecting.

Molly and Arthur Weasley weren't quite thrilled to say the least, but at least Harry was doing the honorable thing. As the wedding ended that afternoon in August, everything seemed to be changing for the better. Even George Weasley was seen laughing and pulling a few pranks, something that hadn't been seen since the death of his twin brother Fred.

As the months passed by Ron and Harry finished their Auror training and Hermione landed a job at the ministry soon after the wedding. Ginny and Harry immediately moved to Grimmauld Place and welcomed their baby boy James Sirius Potter II in March, while Ron and Hermione bought a descent sized home in London, hoping to start a family soon.

By the time Ron and Hermione turned 21 their wish was finally granted, Hermione had given birth to Rose Weasley. A few months after Rose was born Ginny and Harry welcomed their second son Albus Severus Potter. About a year and a half later Ginny and Hermione had given birth once again; their names were Hugo Weasley and Lily Luna Potter. It was like a fairytale ending. Their families were expanding, they were happily married with two kids, Hermione and Ron couldn't ask for more.

Who would have known that everything would change a mere 3 years after Hugo's birth? Muggleborns were being assassinated once again. Harry and Ron were put on the case, as they were the best aurors in the department along with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini.

"Mione…everything will be alright." Harry spoke soothingly. As Hermione looked around the cemetery slowly she spotted the rest of the Weasley's, along with a few old friends, she couldn't help but let out an excruciating sob. Her eyes were bloodshot and she hadn't slept for days since the incident. What broke her heart the most was seeing Rose crying her heart out in front of her father's grave. She didn't deserve to experience loss so early in life. She had fought so hardly during the war… so her kids wouldn't be able to experience such pain and heartache. Were her struggles all for nothing?

"Let me take Hugo, he's exhausted and you've been carrying him around the whole ceremony." Fleur spoke gently as she pried little Hugo away from her arms. At this point Hermione didn't have the strength to protest anymore.

As Hermione walked towards Rose she knelt down and pulled her daughter into her arms. Everything was supposed to go according to plan, Harry and Ron were supposed to catch the imbecile behind the attacks, but instead the remaining death eaters ambushed them.

"Daddy will come back mummy. He will won't he?" Spoke Rose quietly as she held onto her mother tightly. Rose had inherited Hermione's brown hair, though not as bushy, but her eyes…her eyes, were like exact replicas of her fathers. Constantly reminding her of the man she loved so greatly.

"No sweetie, he won't, but he'll always love you." Hermione said quietly as she stared at the gravestone reading RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY – LOVING, HUSBAND, FATHER, & FRIEND. It took all her strength not to break down in front of Rose, but she would do it, she needed to be strong, now more than ever, for Hugo and Rose.

Hermione stood and raised her wand producing a wide range of flowers in front of Ron's tombstone, as she said a silent goodbye. Hermione stood up carefully, carried Rose, and proceeded to follow Harry out of the cemetery, as Rose kicked and screamed to be taken back to her father's grave.

Everybody was gathered at the Burrow offering Hermione their condolences, but slowly but surely the crowd started to disappear little by little until the only people left were the Weasley's, Harry and Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Hermione, we need to keep you and the kids as safe as possible. Those death eaters knew exactly who Harry and Ron were. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to pay your home a visit anytime soon."

"What are you insinuating Kingsley?" Hermione asked harshly.

"The ministry has decided to relocate your family to a different flat in London; an auror will also be with you at all times." Everybody around the room eyed Hermione carefully afraid to witness her reaction.

"I understand relocating but why the hell would I need an auror with me at all times. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and the kids; I've fought in a bloody war for merlin's sake!"

"Hermione, we're aware that you're capable of very powerful magic, but it's not enough! I've seen what they're capable of; they won't take pity on you or the kids!" Harry spoke angrily as he glared at Hermione. He had watched his best friend die as he stood there watching the killing curse strike his chest. He was suffering the same way Hermione was. Ron was a part of them.

"Harry…" Tears were cascading down her face as she stared at her best friend. He hadn't spoken to anyone about that dreadful night in Scotland, except for Kingsley.

"I volunteer to watch over Hermione and the kids Kingsley." Harry said proudly.

"I will not let you do that! You have a family of your own Harry! I will not let you give up your time with your family in order to protect mine. That would just be selfish of me. Kingsley there must be someone else capable for the job." She stared at Kingsley silently begging that he wouldn't put Harry on the case. She knew Harry was the best man for the job but no! She couldn't do that to him.

"Potter, you're emotionally involved in this case, I can't assign you this task, and I hope you understand why I'm doing this." Harry balled his fists but reluctantly nodded in approval, as Ginny took hold of his hand trying to calm him before he lost his temper. "I have someone in mind but it will have to wait until tomorrow. He's perfectly qualified for the task; I just hope he'll agree."

The mood in the room remained stressed, Harry looked angry at the idea of not being able to protect one of his closest and dearest friends. Ginny looked relieved but as she looked at Hermione everyone knew that she was worried for her safety as well.

"What if Harry and I took our kids along? That way we'd be safe as well." Spoke up Ginny.

"Your family is safe for now Mrs. Potter if these attacks continue the wizarding community will think we've given you special accommodations."

Slow footsteps were heard descending from the staircase, that was the end of that conversation; Harry would not be in charge of her family. "Hermione, Hugo's asking for you." Fleur said as she walked down.

"Go ahead Mrs. Weasley. I'll owl you early in the morning with news." Hermione reluctantly said goodbye to Kingsley as she headed upstairs, eyeing everyone in the room carefully.

"Thank you Fleur, you've been a great help with Hugo today." She hugged Fleur thankfully. "It wasn't a problem ze is far more calm than Victoire." Despite moving to London, Fleur's thick French accent tended to escape her every once in a while.

As she walked up the familiar staircase she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. She would have to move with her kids. The home they had worked so hard for, where her happiest memories had occurred.

"Mum!" She walked hurriedly as she heard Hugo screaming, she quickly sat down by his side as he hugged her waist tightly. "What's wrong Hugo?" She asked as she stroked his back soothingly.

"There are noises coming from up there." He pointed his little finger towards the attic. It was at that moment that she realized where she was. Ronalds old bedroom. The chudley canon posters still littered the walls, along with a few pictures of her and Harry. Even one of his old jumpers was lying in the in the middle of the room. The ghoul must have still been hidden in the attic.

"Don't worry sweetie, it's just the friendly ghoul that lives upstairs, he won't hurt you." Her words seemed to calm Hugo down immediately; he was already drifting off to sleep. Unlike Rose, Hugo looked nothing like Hermione; he was the living image of his father. As Hugo fell into a deep sleep she tucked him back in and cast a silencing charm on the attic as she slowly walked out only to come face to face with George Weasley.

"I've lost another brother, Hermione. I know that losing a brother isn't the same as losing a husband, but I just want you to know… if there is anything you want to talk about I'm always here." George had grown so much since he lost his brother. In spite of all the heartache he married Angelina Johnson and had a two-year-old son Fred Weasley the II in memory of his brother.

"Thank you but I don't think I'll ever be able to talk about it. It's just the way I am." She said sadly.

"I know," said George with a half smile as he pulled her into a brotherly hug sensing that it was one of the things she needed the most for the time being.

"You asked for me sir?" Kingsley Shackelbolt was currently sitting at his desk going through recent reports on more death threats toward muggleborn wizards when the young auror walked in.

"Yes please take a seat." He sat down reluctantly as he took in the spacious office. He had never been called into the Minister of Magics office; it had to be a life or death matter.

"As you are most likely aware one of our Aurors was brutally murdered this past week." Kingsley eyed the man in front of him cautiously as he nodded in response.

"Due to the gravity of the situation we've decided to place an auror inside the family's home until its safe. I believe you're the perfect candidate for the job."

"Why not Potter?"

"He's emotionally involved and you're the next best thing Mr. Malfoy."

Well what do you guys think? Review please it would certainly make my day! The music I listened to while writing this chapter ranged from Adele, to Death Cab For Cutie to Mumford & Sons.