This is my first story in a long time so thank you for reading it. I started a few about ten years ago, but never got more than a chapter done. Don't worry. I already have the second chapter started and have notes for the rest of the story. This one will be finished! Just a few notes before you get started. This is based loosely off one of my favorite stories from when I was younger. I don't remember the name of the fanfic now, but it was never finished and so I was always writing the endings myself. I started writing this story along with my other stories and just recently found it. I decided to make some edits and such and then continue the story. I know some of the age lines for the kids aren't right and I've added some things here and there to make it fit with the story I had before. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns most of the characters and backstories. If you don't recognize it from the Harry Potter books or anything else Rowling has published, then it belongs to me!

Chapter One

"Just because I let them go, doesn't mean I want to go back. I left that life, that world behind years ago."

The voice drifted down the hall, to fall upon closed ears in the living room. The blonde scoffed and shook her head from its pins. A tall, lean brunette in workout gear came back in, burdened by paperwork. The papers were dropped on the table and the woman collapsed on the couch.

"Mel, I love your enthusiasm, but it's just…. I can't go back there. It's been too long."

Melody rolled her eyes and handed the invitation over. "Mya, you have to go. It's been ten years! You go back now, with your sexy body, your successful life, and your beautiful children. It's like every girl's dream."

"What about the arm candy and the bling" She flicked the envelope, watching as it floated to the ground before picking up the first file.

"Well there has to be something new for your twenty year reunion!"

"But this isn't a normal reunion! It's the ten-year anniversary of the war. There's the memorial service on May 2nd and then the reunion activities will be in June. It's for all those who missed out on school that year because of the war."

"So go to both! I don't understand what the problem is."

"I went missing that night. I'm honored in that memorial service as one of the many gone. I still have the Daily Prophet edition where they hypothesized everything that might have happened to me and why I was gone."

Just then the front door slammed open. "Oops!" Mya turned to Mel, "Not a word!" Footsteps pounded down the hallway and two kids leaped over the back of the couch.

"Shoes off the couch –"

"Hi mum! –"

"– was not me –"

"– and no climbing over the back of the –"

"– School was boring. Nothing to tell –"

"– She's been blowing everything up! –"

"Ah! Nothing like the soundtrack of hyper voices to wake a girl up, start her day off right." Pulling her raven black hair into a messy bun on the crown of her head, a new person stumbled down the stairs and to the coffeepot in the kitchen. Mya gave her kids a stern look. "Sorry Ray!" They chorused with bashful faces. The tiny redhead that had followed them in the door leaned on the kitchen counter and grinned. "Don't worry about it. I would have woken her up. How was your busy night, anyway?"

Ravena gave a sleepy grin, "Oh thanks Scar. It was long. Jay is a stupid perfectionist. We practice the dance over and over until our feet bleed and then we perform it while he takes the pictures only to be told we weren't in sync and then have to go back to practicing."

Mya winced in sympathy. "I'm sorry Ray. He's just so convinced that the only way to get the club off its feet is with perfect publicity shots. Why they have to be taken in the middle of the night at odd locations, I have no idea. But he's the best and we need him. Thank you for doing this."

"For you, Mya, anything. You know that. Why else would I put up with these two little tyrants?" She walked over and tickled the kids mercilessly. They giggled their way off the edge of the couch and onto the floor. Mya headed into the kitchen with a little grin, helping Scarlett unpack the lunchboxes. "Ok, you guys don't get cookies in your lunch, unless you start eating your veggies! That includes your carrots!"

"Mum, what's this?"

She turned around to see her little boy, Caelum holding the invitation she had knocked onto the floor. Chameron leaned over her brother's shoulder to read it. They both looked up at her. "You're going right?"

Mya sighed, "No I am not, and I don't want to talk about it." Her kids ran around the couch to the kitchen counter and gave her their best serious faces. Chameron spoke first. "Mum, it's time. In just over a year, we will be turning eleven and you'll have to get us ready for school. We'll be taking trips to Diagon Ally!"

Caelum took over. It was a little like they had practiced this before. "Yes, you agreed to let us go to Lykan, but how long will we have to keep up the 'our mum's a muggle' thing? Isn't it better than you reintroduce yourself to the wizarding world, instead of being dragged in by us?"

"Don't you deserve the chance to get reacquainted before you have to start answering questions about us? Our father doesn't even know we exist. Doesn't he deserve to find out before the rest of the world?"

"We don't mean to pressure you, but we do think you should give this some thought before you say no."

Mya took a second to look at her kids, Cham with her long curly platinum blonde hair pulled into braids, Cae with his straight brown hair hanging into his steely blue brown eyes, the same color as his sisters. They were as identical as fraternal twins could get, and the perfect mix between herself and their father. There was no way they wouldn't be recognized eventually. She walked over to them and put a kiss on each forehead. "Have I told you how much I love you two?" They smiled. "But going back isn't as easy as you make it sound. I have thought about it a lot. Lykans is a small school, that teaches a mix of magic and muggle subjects. There's a big leap between Lykans and Hogwarts. I know I have to go back, but this reunion is not the way to do it. Now go get started on your homework. I'll call you when dinner's ready. And stop reading the dictionary. I don't like it when you use such big words against me."

They sighed, grabbed their backpacks, and ran down the opposite hallway from the one Mya was in early. The other girls just looked at Mya, disappointment written all over their faces. "Don't give me that. I'm not going and that's the end of this." She threw the invitation in the trash and began making dinner.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Still cursing Mel's name, she walked up the stairs and knocked on the giant door. The seconds ticked by while she nervously fiddled with her skirt thinking about how she got here…

"Mya! You're going to be late for your train."

Mya came running down the stairs with suitcase in hand. She frantically began searching for her purse. "I swore my train didn't leave until 1, why do we have to get to the station so early? Cham, Cae hurry up!"

Mel rolled her eyes while Scarlett handed Mya her purse. "I told you, I found you an earlier train for a better deal. It leaves at eleven, now hurry up!" The kids came running into the living room. "Give your mom a hug; you won't see her until Monday." Giving hugs and kisses, Mya was shoved out the door and into the car. They arrived at Kings Cross Station five minutes to eleven. Both girls hopped out and Mya ran in. The sign overheard was running the times and boarding platforms of all the trains. She stopped in confusion.

"Mel, the earliest train to Liverpool isn't until 1. Why am I already here?"

Mel looked down sheepishly. "You're here early because you're not going to Liverpool, I am. The train you're boarding leaves any minute so let's go." Mya put on the brakes as Mel tried to drag her down the station. "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on."

Mel sighed, "Mya, you're getting on the Hogwarts Express and you are going to that ten year reunion. I already RSVP'd yes to Headmistress McGonagall. Now hurry up! You're the only one who knows how to get to the platform."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then nobody goes to Liverpool for this business deal. The ticket is in my name, not yours, and I'm not getting on that train until you get on the Express." Mya was fuming, but she couldn't find a way around this. She needed the deal to go through if she wanted the bar's business to pick up. "I didn't pack anything for this trip."

"Oh girl, you're not the only witch around here. Just because I'm American doesn't mean I'm not as skilled as you British witches. My suitcase has the professional attire and yours has your old school uniform in it. You'll have to change on the train. Now to Platform 9 and ¾!"

Mya lead the way through the brick wall only to find that the train had already left. It was now ten after eleven. "Looks like that plan didn't work…" Mel stopped the station attendant picking up the platform. "Excuse me, but when will the next train be coming by?" The attendant looked at her with hesitation, but answered the blonde's question. "Well ma'am. Normally the train only runs once a day. However, due to the reunion going on, the Headmistress has arranged a train every hour to work with everyone's schedules."

Mel smiled and thanked the man kindly. She turned to Mya looking smug. "Looks like we can go grab a quick lunch and then you'll be on the train. It leaves in fifty minutes."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why do I have to go? Why is it so important to you and to everyone else that I go to this reunion? I like my life. I'm happy, successful. Why are you so insistent that it all changes?"

Mel looked at her best friend, looking so miserable, and brought her over to a bench. "Mya, come sit down. We want you to go because you need this. Just because you go back, doesn't mean everything's going to change. You can't ignore your past, nor can you run from it forever. You had friends, a history. You're Hermione Granger, just as much as you're Mya Marie Lukas. I know you're scared, but it's time." She wiped away a tear running down Mya's cheek and took her for a burger nearby. Then when the train came, and Mya… Hermione panicked and tried to turn back, Mel shoved her on the train and locked her in a compartment, set to unlock once the train had pulled away from the station. She then smiled and waved as she watched her cursing friend roll out of sight….

The door opened, revealing an unpleasant but familiar face. She put on her sweetest smile. "Mr. Filch! It's been such a long time since we've seen each other. I hope life is well with you and dear Mrs. Norris?"

Filch looked flustered, caught off-guard by the beautiful girl in front of him and her caring questions. "Arg… do I know you?" A musical laugh brought a splotchy twinge of red to his scruffy cheeks.

"I'm here for the reunion." she gestured to her uniform. "I'm afraid I had some transportation malfunctions which caused me to miss the Hogwarts Express. But I've made it now. Will I be able to join in the festivities, still?"

Filch stared at her a few seconds with mouth agape. Finally, he seemed to process her words and gestured for her to enter. "Right this way. I will retrieve your bags for you. They just began dinner, Miss…" He trailed off, hoping she'd fill in her name, but she simply thanked him and moved past, towards the Great Hall. He stuttered and hurried to open the door for her.

Before she knew it, the doors swung wide open and the room beyond went silent. With shaking knees, she gazed out at the crowd, filling only half of the hall, but ominous none the less. Familiar faces with matching looks of confusion turned toward her, the feast momentarily forgotten. Filch stepped forward to address the Headmistress, seated at the front table with all her old teachers.

"Excuse me, Headmistress, late arrival," he stuttered. "Had a problem with getting to the train, but she's here now. Miss…."

"Granger."

"… Miss Granger just…." As recognition dawned, he trailed off, looking back at her. Suddenly, there was movement to the right. Two men had stood up, both so different. She took a second to take them in, but who could forget that flaming red hair, or those round glasses she was always repairing as a child. Harry slowly began to make his way toward her, in a state of shock. Without realizing it, she moved as well and braved a small smile. That was all it took to break his reverie and quickly he caught her in his arms. Just having her Harry back again, a hole inside her began to mend, a hole she didn't know until then was there. She was home.

Harry kissed her on the forehead and dragged her back to his seat. The rest of the hall erupted into whispers, but returned to eating. Reaching Ron, she flew into his arms. It felt so good to be back, to have her boys again. They squished her in between them, without saying a word. It was Ginny, sitting across the table that broke the silence.

"You look amazing! I just had to say it. Now before there are any probing questions, you need to eat something. You're too skinny." So much like her mother, she began piling dish after dish onto the plate that had appeared. Hermione laughed. "Oh trust me, eating is not a problem. I'm pretty sure I could rival Ron this days."

"Now that I'd love to see!" Sitting next to Ginny was none other than Lavender Brown – although judging by the sparkle on her left hand and the way she looked across the table, it was probably Weasley now. "This man can eat more now than he could at school. And he's had no problem teaching our son the same skills. Poor Hugo better have your metabolism too or you're gonna have to roll him places soon."

Ron just smiled and took her hand. "Our children get their beautiful looks from their mother and everybody knows it."

"Ignore them," Harry said from the other side. "They're coming up on their eighth anniversary and it's really gross." Ron reached around and smacked him across the head with his free hand. Hermione just laughed.

"I'm sure you're just feeling totally behind," Ginny piped up again. "The family just keeps growing. Even I'm getting lost."

"How is everyone? I've missed them all so much." Ron patted her hand. "And we've missed you as well." There was a small pause and he smiled. "Ginny, show her the pictures. I know you've got a whole album in your purse."

"Oh hush, you! There are just a few pictures." She handed over a small book. "We had a little photo shoot a month and a half ago, as a present to Mom and Dad. It was supposed to be for Christmas, but you try organizing everyone's schedules. Impossible! The kids are even busier than we were as children."

Hermione opened to the first page, featuring a slightly older looking Molly and Arthur Weasley. "Mum and Dad are happy as can be, with the millions of children running around." Ron chuckled and flipped the page. "Here is Bill and Fleur. They're coming up on eleven years this summer. Those are the kids: Victoire, Dominique, and Louis. They spend many summers and Christmas breaks in France with Fleur's family. Even Bill has turned into a crazy French man."

"Ron, you're terrible. She needs more information than that, like how old the kids are, etc. Must I do everything?" Gin turned to Hermione, "Victoire was born in early December, right after the war. Mum was absolutely furious when she found out they had known and kept Fleur's pregnancy a secret until after the final battle. 'A woman with child has no place in such a dangerous battle'. Of course afterwards, she cried with happiness about her first grandchild. Tori turns ten this year. Dom is eight and Louis is almost six and such precious children. I'm incredibly jealous with how easy Fleur has had it this whole time."

Smiling up at them from the photo were three perfectly beautiful children, an exact blend of Bill and Fleur. Each had porcelain skin, strawberry blonde hair, perfect freckles, and the bluest eyes Hermione had ever seen. Even though it was a wizard photo, they sat tall and straight, with bright smiles on their faces while Bill and Fleur beamed with pride.

"It's got to be the Veela blood, I swear. They are just too perfect. I like to believe that they are all tyrants the second they close the doors of Shell Cottage. It makes me feel a little better. It also helps that Bills fraying at the ends. Those girls have boys trailing along during the school day and poor 'daddy' does not know what to do with himself. It's hilarious!"

"Ron! I wouldn't enjoy it too much. Rose isn't far behind them and soon it will be you panicking. I'd rather not have to deal with extra torment from your brothers as payback for now."

"Yes dear." Hermione and Harry choked on their pumpkin juice, unable to stifle their giggles. "Shut up! Do you want to see the rest of the family, or not!"

Giggling, Hermione turned the page to the next picture: a quite comical and active one compared to the previous one. An older man and a young girl seemed to be in a battle of faces, going back and forth with classic cross-eyes and tongues sticking out. They were having so much fun that they didn't notice they were being watched.

"Oh my gosh, is that Charlie?"

"Yup, with his daughter Delia, the sweet little thing. She just turned nine. That was quite the surprise when we found out about her. During the war, Charlie was dating this sweet woman named Darcy. After the war, she got a dream job offer in New Zealand and so they broke up. Except, she showed up on his doorstep nine months later with little Delia, only a month old. Darcy had contracted some fatal illness and didn't make it another three weeks. Poor Charlie took her death hard, but he was now sole guardian of his baby and he needed help. He showed up at Bill and Fleur's anniversary dinner at Mum's with Delia and of course we all swooped in to help. He still works with dragons and Creature Control, but now he lives in London. We all help when we can, especially Mum."

"Gee Gin, I didn't realize she needed every detail of the story. I thought I was giving explanations."

"Oh please, like you'd explain all of that to her. It's been ten years. She's missed a lot and back story is necessary!"

Ron just rolled his eyes and turned the page. "Next is Percy with his nerdy family –" Multiple hands smacked him. "– Sorry! It's just still a little shocking that he found a girl in the first place! Anyway, this is his wife Audrey. They met at work and apparently it was 'love at first sight'. He's got Molly, who's eight this month and little Lucy who's 4. I've lost hope for Em. She does nothing but read and get ahead in her homework, like how you were! She also hates my nickname for her but we can't have two Mollys running around and I was informed 'Bookworm' is not an option. Little Lulu is quite the rebel, though. I'm teaching her all I know, and awaiting the day she lets loose on Percy."

Lav chimed in, "She's really such a doll, but she has this terrible affliction where she absolutely adores her uncles and listens to every word they say. Percy is just thrilled, but Audrey has a good sense of humor. She balances him out really well. Now the next picture will surprise you."

She reached over and flipped the page. On one side of the photo was a very familiar face, her old school mate Angelina was struggling with a mischievous little boy. Every time she'd take something away, he'd pull out something else he wasn't supposed to have. This appeared to be a normal dance they took. Standing next to her was another Weasley man holding a little girl while an identical man made faces to get the little girl to giggle. Hermione gasped and Harry softly chuckled.

"Fred was quite the miracle. After the wall fell on him, we were told he was as good as dead. But after the battle ended, a stranger came out of the woodwork and brought him back. Nobody knows who it was. We didn't even find out until the next day that he had started breathing again. It was another year before he woke up from the coma. When the doctors suggested pulling the plug after eight months, Molly told them to shove it before anyone else could react. Fred and George are pretty inseparable now, even more than before the war. –"

" – George and Angelina started dating while Fred was in the coma. Fred was best man in their wedding. Ang jokes that she got two for the price of one, but Fred is really good about giving the couple time alone. He's the best uncle those kids have, no offense boys –" Harry and Ron nodded their agreement. " – Fred II turns seven in November and is twice the terror the twins were. Roxanne is four in August. The boys swear she's a perfect angel, but –"

" – I don't believe it. That little Roxy has a dangerous look about her. She and Freddy are like two peas in a pod. She could strike at any time and Ang knows it."

Hermione couldn't help but laugh. Harry and Ginny were so connected; they couldn't help but finish each other's sentences. The story just bounced back and forth so smooth and flawless. From the sheepish grin Harry gave her, this was a fairly normal occurrence. It was nice to see them so happy together. She flipped the page to see Ron smiling up at her, surrounded by his family.

"Now here is my chance to brag. Rose is six and Hugo is four. You'd love my Rosie. She is a book-aholic. I don't even know how she learned to read. Just picked up a book one day and hasn't put one down since. She's been practicing her writing, says she wants to be an author one day. We've told her about her Aunt Hermione. She keeps saying that one day she was gonna find out what happened to you and write a book about it." Hermione's eyes began to water. Ron put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed. "Everyone knows about Aunt Hermione. We weren't about to forget."

Hermione sniffed. "I would love to meet them all. Rosie can have an exclusive interview for her book." Lav just laughed, "She would be in heaven."

"Hugo would have some questions, too. That little guy is quick-witted for sure. He heard stories about how you used to scold his daddy, which he found so hilarious. Of course, I can't imagine where he'd come across such things…"

"Of course, Harry, not a clue…" A roll from Ron's plate somehow made its way over to smack Harry in the face, which he took like a man, crumbs and all. The group laughed and Hermione turned back to the book. The last page was Harry and Ginny with their arms full of kids. Pointing to one of the boys that looked identical to Harry himself, Harry began the explanation. "This is James Sirius. He turns seven next month and is just like me when I was his age. Albus Severus is six in December and, in my opinion, the perfect mix of Gin and I. Where James doesn't get emotional about anything, Albus is full of fire. He has Ginny's temper."

"Hey!"

"Sorry. Anyway, here's my little girl, Lily Luna. She just turned four and is my little angel. If you ask me, she can do no wrong, but Gin doesn't agree."

"She and Roxy are best friends. It's only a matter of time before her big brothers can't take the blame anymore. Of course all three have no problem getting into mischief. And this little teal-head only eggs them on. You remember Lupin and Tonk's son, Teddy right? Of course he wasn't even a year the last time you saw him. After the war, Andromeda took him in, since she was his grandmother, but Harry is his godfather. As things settled down, he began spending more time with us and after the wedding we took him in full time. A toddler was a little much for Granny Dromeda and he's the best big brother to James, Al, and Lily. He'll be eleven this October and will be at Hogwarts not this year but the year after."

"Oh Ginny, Harry, they're beautiful! James looks just like you and Lily just like Ginny." The two beamed with pride. "Thanks Hermione. We're pretty proud of them. I just can't wait for you to meet them!"

"I'm sure we can figure something out! I want to see everyone again, get all caught up."

Just then the food disappeared and the Headmistress stood up. "I hope everyone had a delicious first meal! Now it is time to retire to your dorms. You will find that the sleeping arrangements have been altered. Taking in regard the fact that quite a few of you are married, everyone has their own room. I will see everyone bright and early for breakfast and the first activities. Goodnight!"

"Oh my goodness, that dinner went by so quickly!" Ginny stood up and picked up her stuff along with everyone else. "And Hermione out-ate Ron! I think this moment should be documented." Lav laughed and Ron hung his head in shame. Hermione simply shrugged. "My life just requires a different diet than it used to."

Harry slung his arm around her shoulders as they left the Great Hall and headed up the stairs. "How about we get our things settled and then can relax around the fire for a little bit while you fill us in on what we've missed."

"Well there's not a lot to tell, but I'm sure I can come up with something."

Well there's the start. I am currently working on finishing the second chapter so that should be up soon! Please review it. I would love some critics to improve upon!