Own Nothing.

One.

She was resting in the chair. She had gotten home several hours ago, taking to the chair in the study, it was a giant chair in itself. She would sometimes find herself crawled up in it during the night when her nightmares would get the best of her.

She had bought the house after the war, no one was living in it anymore. It was a empty, a hollow shell of its former self. With it, came Winky. Hermione never wanted a house elf, but she ended up with one anyway.

She converted most of the house into a muggle home, much like the kitchen and living areas. She sometimes just wanted to get away from everything magical. To rest.

She heard noise coming from the front foyer but she didn't think much off it, Winky must have broke a vase or something. She hoped so, she hated that vase in the foyer but she couldn't bring herself to break it. She heard a shout and her eyes popped open. She rubbed them before standing up.

"Winky?" Hermione stepped out of the study, making her way to the foyer. "Winky, are you there?"

The foyer came into full view and Winky was not alone. There stood a man, a man in a dark robe with a hood pulled back. His face was unshaven and pale. His brown eyes were confused, looking around. His wild brown hair was spiked up high. "Miss Hermione, look!" Winky pointed up to the tall man excited. "Young Master came home! He came back!"

"I see that Winky." Hermione replied, letting out a breath she was holding. "Why don't you draw him a bath and get him something to eat." Hermione smiled at the house elf. "See if there's anything else he can wear. I probably didn't throw everything out."

"Yes Miss, yes." The house elf smiled up at the man before disappearing.

"What are you doing in my house?" He asked, his voice hoarse as if he hasn't spoken in several years. Which him being dead those years probably had something to do with it.

Hermione walked up to him. Standing a foot away she pulled up his sleeves, checking for his mark. She pulled both of them up, she examined his arms. "This isn't your house anymore Mr. Crouch."

"What do you mean? Yes it is." He replied slowly, as if his mind was trying to catch up.

"After the war, it went up for auction. You were dead, and so is the rest of your family." Hermione replied, smoothing down his sleeves. "Do you have any magical items on you? Wands? Charms? Anything?"

"No. Who are you?" He asked, as she turned around, indicating that he needed to follow her. He fell into step behind her, watching as her hair bobbed up and down.

"I'm not surprised that you don't remember me Mr. Crouch. But I am Hermione Granger." She led him to the kitchen, setting him down at the table. She turned to see Winky glaring at an appliance. "Winky, are you and the microwave having a row again?" Hermione smiled, walking into the kitchen.

"I don't like it Miss." Winky replied.

Hermione smiled down at her. "I know it's going to take some getting use to. Why don't you go look for clothes for him to wear." The house elf nodded, popping off to some other place. Hermione opened the microwave and pulled out the plate. Taking the metal fork out of it. "That's one way to cause a disaster." Hermione muttered to herself. She placed the food back in and did the timer.

She went to the pantry and got out the tea and kettle. She put water in it and set the kettle on the stove, grabbing two cups. Placing them on the counter she walked over back to her guest. "Okay. Any questions. I know it's a lot to take in, being some one brought back to life."

"When did I die?" He asked.

"By dementor's kiss, about five years ago. Before the war."

"Who won?"

She smirked, leaning against the back of her chair. "Harry defeated the Dark Lord, right now we're going through reform in the government. But we still have the whole Marriage Law going on."

"Marriage Law?"

She nodded, getting up to get his food form the microwave, handing him it and a clean fork. "Yes, when a muggle-born witch or wizard reaches the age of 25, we have to get married to a pureblood."

"And have you?"

"I'm hoping to prolong it, but I just turned 25 as of last week. So they're going to find me soon enough I guess." She replied, grabbing the kettle when it went off. She poured the tea, placing it in front of him. "Milk? Sugar?"

"Milk please." He replied, taking a bite out of his food.

"I have to say, I expected a lot more malice from you Mr. Crouch. I'm in your home, well your old home. I'm a muggleborn and you did try to kill Harry." She stated, setting down the milk in front of him.

"Still in shock I guess." He stated between mouthfuls. "This is good." He pointed to the food.

"Thanks. I cook for me and Winky. But she wont let me do anything else." Hermione whispered, turning to see Winky in the doorway.

"Miss Hermione, the bath is ready for Young Master in the guest suite. WInky set out his clothes to."

"Guest suite?" He turned to Hermione, "No. My room is the master suite."

"Sorry, but thats my room now. It is my house after all." Hermione smirked as he frowned in distain.

She stood up, taking her cup of tea with her. "Mr. Crouch, I'll see you in the morning. We have a lot to discuss." She turned and walked out of the room.

"Interesting little Chit." He muttered under his breath as he finished his dinner.