"Terrible things happen to those who meddle with time travel, Harry. Terrible things."
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Hermione Granger should have listened to her own advice to Harry all those years ago. If she had listened to herself, her marriage to Ronald would not be falling apart, and she would still love him. If she had listened to herself, she may not have fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. If she had listened to herself, and not gone back in time, she wouldn't have fallen in love with her sworn enemy, and she would not be in a horrid predicament.
A/N: I just want to let everyone know ahead of time: Everything that happened in books 1 through 7 happened here. I'm just continuing where the epilogue left off, with a twist from what J.K. Rowling would have written.
Chapter 1
"Ronald, darling, please come to the fireplace so we can go to dinner. I know you miss Rose, but we mustn't tarry. We have to be over at Harry and Ginny's in just under five minutes. We really have no time to waste." Hermione pleaded.
Ron looked up at her from his work, and sighed. He was missing his daughter terribly, and they had just sent her off to Hogwarts that morning! However, he still had his boy, Hugo. Hugo was a mummy's boy, though. Ron and Hugo weren't as close as Ron and Rose, but he loved his son to the ends of the Earth. He looked over at his wife, and saw her waiting impatiently, with the Floo powder jar in her hand. He got up from his desk and walked over to the mantle with her. He grinned as he saw Hugo, all bundled up in winter clothing.
"Hermione, we're going by Floo. Why is Hugo all bundled up like it's below zero outside?"
"Ronald, he might want to play with Lily! If he goes without a heavy winter jacket, he might catch a cold." Hermione reasoned.
"I suppose you're right, like always!" Ron conceded. His wife did have a point. It was pretty cold out. He motioned for his wife to step into the fireplace. She grabbed on to Hugo, and they spun away in a flash of green. Ron stepped into the fireplace after they were gone, and threw in the Floo powder, shouting Harry's address.
"Ron! Nice to see you, mate!" Harry clapped him on the shoulder.
"You'd think that they didn't just see each other at eleven this morning," Ginny mumbled to a Hermione, who gave her a grin.
"Boys, it's dinner time. Wash you hands," Hermione commanded, grabbing a hand towel to emphasize her point.
"Yes, mum!" The two men answered cheekily.
"Cheeky buggers," Hermione mumbled under her breath as she whipped the towel at them.
"Mum, what is a 'cheeky bugger'?" Hugo questioned.
Hermione looked up in horror as she realized that her son had heard her less-than-ladylike comment. Her eyes met Ginny's, and they both pealed over in laughter. Harry and Ron walked in again, fresh from the wash room, and looked at their wives laughing.
"Those two are mental, I tell you," Ron chuckled.
"Daddy, what is a 'cheeky bugger'?" Hugo repeated his question to his father.
Harry gave Ron a Look, but Ron just shrugged his shoulders. "It wasn't me, mate. Hermione would have my hide for breakfast if I said anything like that." To Hugo, he said, "Son, that not a nice word to say. I don't want you to repeat it ever again, understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," Hugo replied solemnly, "but why would Mum say a word that isn't nice?"
Ron and Harry looked at each other, surprised. "Did your mum say that phrase?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Uncle Harry." Hugo responded.
Harry gave Ron a look out of the corner of his eye, and they both walked over to Hermione. Ron nodded at Harry, and they picked her up and threw her onto the couch.
"You bloody hypocrite!" They guffawed, poking Hermione in the stomach, tickling her.
"Stop it, stop it boys! Stop acting like children!" She screamed through her laughter.
Outside, there was a figure watching the actions of the six people inside the house. The person climbed onto the roof, and slipped down the chimney. While the two men were practically assaulting the brown haired woman inside, and the red head stood by, just laughing, two children were standing by the fireplace. The children were straightening their homemade decorations that had been hung on the mantel. The stranger slipped into the house, and snatched the children without a sound, moving faster than anyone else could have imagined. Hugo and Lily didn't even have a chance to make a noise. However, the mantelpiece smashed to the ground., making the four friends look up in surprise.
"Where did the children get off to?" Ginny wondered, surprised that the children had left half of the decorations that they had been making on the floor.
"Kids!" Hermione called, "It's dinner time! Please come down to eat." She turned to Ron and Harry. "Ronald, can you please go outside and make sure that they aren't playing. Hugo doesn't have his jacket on and it's time for dinner. And Harry, can you check upstairs. They might be playing up there. I'll help Ginny with setting the table and getting the food out."
Around two minutes later, Harry walked down the stairs and reported to his wife and best friend that they weren't playing upstairs. Five minutes after Hermione sent him on his way, Ron ran into the house, huffing and puffing.
"They're not outside, Hermione. I ran went through the entire property, every bush and tree, and I yelled myself hoarse." Truth be told, he did sound a bit hoarse.
Ginny sat down at the dining room table, looking extremely worried. Harry dutifully stood behind her, rubbing her back. Inside, Hermione was going crazy, but she had to be strong and levelheaded for her friends. She had to take up her old role of being the brains of the trio.
"They've got to be around somewhere," Hermione reasoned. It didn't comfort the other three. Ron stood statue-still, clearly panicking on the inside.
Just then, someone flooed in, causing all four adults to jump up, wands in hand, in the fighting position that they hadn't stood in for over nineteen years.
"Please lower your wands," Professor McGonagall requested.
The four adults exhaled simultaneously. Hermione stepped forward, solemnly, to speak, but her beloved Professor held up a hand, and spoke first.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Weasley, but I have grave news. You must come with me at once. Floo to the Hogwarts Headmistress's Office." She stepped back into the fireplace, yelling "Hogwarts Headmistress's Office!" as she went. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry followed suit immediately, no question asked.
Once in the office, the Weasleys and Potters saw Draco and Astoria Malfoy sitting there, looking very confused.
"Potter," Draco nodded.
"Malfoy," Harry replied amicably.
"Professor, please, why are we here?" Hermione asked the Headmistress, nearly hysterical.
"I'm afraid I have very grave news to tell you," Minerva McGonagall stated, her mouth set in a grim, straight line. "Your children are gone."
"What?!" Ron and Ginny exploded, nearly hitting the roof. Hermione fainted, and Harry snapped out of his daze quickly enough to catch her. Draco and Astoria sat where they were, frozen like statues made of stone.
Hermione came to quickly, and cleared her head. "Lily and Hugo are not at Harry and Ginny's house. Who else is missing?" She squeaked out.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. Her mouth was still set in a straight line, but her eyes betrayed her cold demeanor. "Albus, Rose, James, and Scorpius." She delivered gravely.
"My son is missing?" Draco breathed. Hermione glanced over at him, surprised that he had shown emotion. His wife still had a cold demeanor, but she suspected that it was to appear strong to those present in the room, which gave Hermione courage to speak.
"Out children are missing. All of them but Teddy. Why would our younger ones be taken, and not Teddy?" Hermione questioned fervently.
"We have two suspicions," McGonagall started, "One of them being that he is not of true Potter blood-"
"That's bloody ridiculous!" Harry exploded, losing his cool for the first time that night. "Teddy Lupin is every bit as much a Potter as every other child in my family!"
"Mister Potter, calm down. I only meant that your blood does not run through his veins. I did not mean to insinuate that he is not an important part of your family. It was not an insult. My next suggestion is that he is too old to take. He could fight anyone off, spare Voldemort himself."
"I'm assuming that it's the latter," Hermione stated.
"I agree with you," Draco put in quietly, "but why would they take Scorpius if they were after your families?"
"I don't know the answer to that question, Mister Malfoy, but I have a hunch. I believe that it is a death eater wannabe. I think that he views you, Mister Malfoy, as a traitor, and he just plain wants revenge on the Golden Trio." The Headmistress stated.
"That's most likely," A male voice cut in. The seven adults whirled around, and although the face disappeared before they could get a good look at the face or trace where he had come from, he left a note.
Astoria Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Ginevra Potter, Harry Potter, Hermione Weasley, and Ronald Weasley:
If you look for your children, they will die. Here is a picture of them to prove that they are alive. Remember, I never said that they would not be harmed.
Signed most magnificently,
XXX
Hermione flipped over the picture that the cryptic note was written on, and gasped, squeezing her eyes shut to block out the terrible image playing in her mind over and over again.
The others looked at the picture, and Ron thought he might be sick. In the picture was their children. James, Albus, Rose, Scorpius, Lily, and Hugo. The Cruciatus Curse was being performed on Albus. The man whose voice they had just heard was speaking in the background, heard over Albus's screams. "Albus Severus Potter, three names of three traitors. You will pay the most!"
The new style of Wizarding pictures were more like videos. You could hear sounds. The seven adults in the room had never found the need to make the change in their picture taking habits, and now they were surely never going to in the future. The sounds of the screams of Albus would be imprinted in their minds for the rest of their lives.
Hermione was sobbing loudly, which created a niggling annoyance in the back of Draco's mind. And that useless waste of space of a husband of hers was not doing anything about it. "Would you please control that bloody woman of yours, Weasley?" Draco snapped at the redhead.
"At least my wife is showing a bit of emotion, unlike that chunk of ice you call yours!" Ron raged.
Draco's pallor turned bright red, and he whipped out his wand, yelling out the first curse that came to his mind. Luckily, Ron had his out of his pocket already, as he had been anticipating that the blond man would snap eventually, so he cast a shield spell and protected himself from harm. However, the curse bounced off of the charm, rather than dissipating, and hit Hermione straight in the face.
"Hermione!" Ron bellowed. Cuts were forming all over her face, and she was bleeding at a rapid pace. "You bastard!" He shouted at Draco.
Harry could not control his emotions, which was a plague in his life, but perhaps came in handy at that particular moment. He punched Draco in the face, and sent him flying across the room. Astoria was finally snapped out of her reverie, and she gasped at all of the bloodshed. Hermione Weasley was bleeding from numerous wounds on her profile, and her husband was cradling her, cursing Draco. 'What did Draco have to do with that?' She wondered. 'He would never hurt a female, he is so chivalrous. But,' She conceded, 'he has always been jealous of those three. And Hermione Weasley had always been the smartest, always beating him in classes, and everything else, really. But he couldn't have harmed her, not in front of the Headmistress.' She assured herself in her thoughts. She noticed Harry Potter standing in a defensive position, fists clenched, and his wife grabbing his biceps and scolding him. Then she noticed her husband lying on the floor, unconscious, and her heart sunk. He did have something to do with the injuries of the Weasley woman. "Damn him," Astoria mumbled to herself. She scuttled over to him, skirting around the other couples and crouched over him. Slapping him across the face, to see if he would respond, she called his name out.
"Draco! Draco, are you alright! Draco, can you hear me?" Astoria yelled at him.
"I will go to St. Mungo's and get a few healers," McGonagall affirmed, and shuffled into the fireplace.
Astoria noticed that Draco's face was turning an ashen gray, and she knew that was not a good sign. If only she had paid more attention in Muggle Studies! Although, when her parents found out that she had signed up for that course, they had been furious. One of the only times they had been enraged enough to use the Unforgivable Cruciatus Curse on her. She realized that her thoughts had drifted away, and she snapped herself back into the present. That was not the time to bemoan about her childhood.
Hermione, although in severe pain, and extremely lightheaded from loss of blood, had noticed the change in Draco's pallor, and knew exactly what was going on. He was dying. She tried to escape the grip of Ron, who was supporting her, but did not succeed. She looked up and reached her hand out to stroke her beloved's face. She truly did love him, but he could be quite obdurate at times.
"Ronald, Draco is dying. I know how to help him," She whispered in a soft, soothing tone. If Hermione's words had given Astoria, who had overheard them, hope, then Ronald's next assertion surely killed it.
"Damn it, Hermione! You can hardly sit up on your own! You will not help the bastard who nearly killed you!" Ron exploded.
Hermione winced as his voice reached her ears. Nevertheless, she was outraged. "Damn it, Ronald! I may be as angry as your are about his childish actions, but I have lost both of my children to someone with a vendetta against us, and I am not about to see a man die because of provocation from you!" She cut Ron off when he tried to deny this. "You know full well what you did! And no, before you argue with me, I am not defending him in any way, shape or form! He was in the wrong, too, but I will not let someone die because of petty bickering!"
"Please, I beg of you! Every moment that goes by is a moment that he can not afford to lose. The MediWizards cannot bring someone back to life if they are already dead!" Astoria pleaded with the couple, begging for her husband's life.
"If you will help me to him, I will do the rest," Hermione agreed.
Much to the onlookers surprises, Astoria grabbed Hermione by the upper arms and pulled her up with firm, steady hands, and assisted her over to Draco. Hermione sat on her knees, staying upright with the support of Astoria. She nodded to let the other woman to let her know that she was strong enough to sit up for a moment. After dropping onto one of her hands, and using the other to check the blond man's nonexistent pulse, she immediately set in with CPR. She did not have enough strength to do the compressions, in reality, but she was determined to bring this man back to life, when he was not completely dead yet. Hermione urged her body to go on.
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," Hermione was counting out loud, under her breath. When she did thirty compression, she moved to the man's face, and plugged his nose while breathing into his mouth. Before she knew what was going on, she was grabbed away from Draco by two sets of hands. It was Ron and Astoria that had dragged her away. Hermione had lost so much blood, she could not find the energy to explain. The bleeding had not staunched, and she fainted within seconds. Anyone in the room could see that she was dying.
Harry, who knew what Hermione was doing, told Ron and Astoria. "Relax, you two. She was doing CPR."
"What?!" Ron and Astoria exclaimed simultaneously.
"Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation," Harry nearly shouted. "It means he's not breathing, and his heart has stopped. It means he is dead." He rushed over to the dying man, and started what Hermione had been unable to finish.
Astoria gasped, and crumpled to the ground. Her husband was dead.
Counting in his head, Harry told Astoria, "I might be able to get his heart and breathing started. I will try, but the time it has taken for my boneheaded best friend to sort out his problems with his wife is time that might have been crucial to his survival." Harry lowered his mouth to Draco's and breathed life back into him. He repeated this three times. Thirty compressions, two breaths, thirty compressions, two breaths, thirty compressions, two breaths. On the second breath of his third attempt, Draco coughed and opened his eyes.
"I never, ever want to wake up to you putting your mouth so close to mine again, Potter." Although the comment was snide, Harry clapped him on the shoulder.
"Not only was his mouth close to yours, it was on yours," Hermione had awaken, and was goading the two.
Harry was embarrassed, but he only said, "Hermione's mouth was on yours once, but she was dragged away because he husband and your wife didn't know that she was saving your life-" He started.
"You were snogging me to save me?!" Draco exclaimed in disbelief to Hermione, who rolled her eyes at his immaturity.
"If you would let me finish, all she was doing was breathing into your mouth. And I had to take over, to breath for you and to get your heart started." Harry finished, quite annoyed.
Just then, Professor McGonagall flooed back in with a few MediWizards, and as the Healers examined the scene, the apparent Head of the Healers started barking out order. Draco made to get up, but he found that the pain was unbearable.
"Damn, Potter! You broke at least half of my ribs!" He shouted.
A Healer examined him, and stared at the famous man, Harry Potter, in disbelief. "You did this?" He questioned.
"I was doing CPR!" Harry exclaimed, not knowing whether or not the Healer would understand.
Apparently, he did. "Ahh, the Muggle way of reviving a dead person. That's one thing they have on us. We can't bring people back from the dead. Yes, we try to resuscitate them, but the Muggle way of doing it works so much better!" The Healer said.
With Hermione and Draco in tow, the Healers went back to St. Mungo's. When their respective spouses tried to follow them, plus Harry and Ginny, the Headmistress stopped them.
"I'm afraid that St. Mungo's received a letter from the man who dubbed himself 'XXX'." She stated gravely as she handed the letter to Harry to read. He opened it, and read out loud:
Dear Harry, Ginny, Ronald, and Astoria:
I'm so terribly sorry about Draco and Hermione. I can assume we are on first name basis, correct? Well, no matter. I have news for you.
The five little children
All locked away
Can't get out
Unless I kill them all away
Unless a man and woman
From different backgrounds
Can work together
To save the day*
Signed propositionally,
XXX
"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" Ronald swore, clearly confused.
Harry was confused. Why would this XXX man want a man and a woman to work together? A man and woman from very different backgrounds, at that?
"Damn!" He swore, and rushed into the fireplace to floo to Hogwarts.
"What?" Ron was confused.
Ginny shrugged, and said, "He must have thought of something important." With that, she followed Harry to St. Mungo's.
Ron and Astoria looked at each other, then looked at Professor McGonagall. She just sat down in her chair, threw up her hands, and said, "You might as well go after them." She looked extremely weary.
Astoria went first, then Ron stepped into the fireplace. Before he threw the floo powder, he turned to his old professor. "Thank you for you help, Professor."
"You're welcome, Mister Weasley. Godspeed."
Ron was gone the next instant.
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At St. Mungo's, Harry sprinted to the information desk.
"Hermione Weasley and Draco Malfoy, please!" He panted. The woman at the desk just stared. She was clearly awestruck to be seeing the Great Harry Potter, even though she looked as though she had only just been born when Voldemort was killed by his own rebounding killing curse.
"Please, Ma'am! I need the room numbers of Hermione Weasley and Draco Malfoy!" He begged.
She snapped out of her reverie, and looked at her database of names and room numbers.
"I am sorry, Mister Potter, but a man checked them out only minutes ago. They were healed quite swiftly, and they were released to their father. I didn't know that Hermione Weasley, nee Granger, was Draco Malfoy's sister." She said in disbelief.
"Hermione is muggleborn, and Draco Malfoy's father died last year." Harry stated coolly.
"Then how in the world was their father able to pick them up?" The blonde woman asked.
Harry did not want to worry the girl, or let the Ministry know that there was a Death Eater on the loose. Or a wannabe death eater, anyway.
"You know what, I was mistaken, I think. I'm sure it was that uncle of theirs. He's such a big tease. I'll see you later. I have to call Uncle Michael and talk to Draco and Hermione. Thank you for your help." Harry said, and walked away.
"Harry! Harry!" Ginny called as she ran up to Harry. He turned around, and saw Astoria and Ron jogging up to meet them.
"You guys, we have a problem. Get back to the Floo and go to where we just were," Harry told them cryptically. However, they seemed to understand.
A moment later, they were all back in the Headmistress's office, and McGonagall was grilling Harry.
"What do you mean, their father picked them up?" She shrieked.
"That's what the girl said!" He exclaimed.
"Damn it!" She swore, which surprised everyone except for Astoria, who didn't really know the professor very well. She looked around at the shocked faces, and said, "I am of age, you three, I am allowed to use adult language." Ginny, Harry, and Ron neutralized their expressions, and then Harry spoke again.
"I told the girl at the desk that I was mistaken, and that they have a common relative, an uncle. I know that she might spread it around, which would confuse the entire Wizarding World, but if I had let her keep thinking that there was something wrong, then she would be obliged to contact the Aurors and report the kidnapping of two very prominent figures in society. Who knows what that sick bastard would do to them if the word got out about them being missing." Harry was practically pleading for them to understand.
"Harry, we are Aurors. I know what you were thinking, but if she contacted the authorities, we could shut everything down." Ron reasoned with him. He didn't understand how Harry could let that girl get off by thinking that Hermione was related to that scumbag, Malfoy. And she would probably report it to the Daily Prophet.
"Ron, I understand where you are coming from, but honestly, would you rather that word get out that Hermione is Draco's cousin, and all that story harms is her Muggleborn image, or do you think it's better for the Ministry to find out about their kidnapping, which could result in both of them getting killed, along with our children?" Ginny snapped at him.
"I don't want her associated with that bag of dragon droppings!" Ron roared.
"Excuse me, but I don't want my husband known as the cousin of a Mudblood either, but there's not much I can do about it, so shut you trap and get the hell over it, Weasley!" Astoria sneered in anger.
"Alright, alright, you four. Knock it off, or I will put you all in detention!" McGonagall yelled over their fighting. Then, she realized they were no longer her students. However, it shut them all up, so she stuck to her guns. "Now, let us think this through thoroughly. Is there any way that we could write back to the man who calls himself XXX?"
"Mate, I'm sorry. You were right." Ron apologized to Harry. He realized that that was not the time to be in a fight with his best friend. "I sure wish Hermione was here. She'd know what to do." Ron's head dropped, and Harry clapped his on the shoulder.
"Very touching, you two. Now, let's get my husband back." Astoria cut in. "XXX has sent us these letters via floo, so let's trace the floo back to him, and call him back." She finished smartly.
"Mrs. Malfoy, we've already done that. He cannot be tracked via floo." McGonagall shut Astoria's thought process down. She didn't appreciate Draco's wife snapping at her favorite former pupils, and the man who saved the world, Wizarding and Muggle alike.
"Well, then, I have run out of ideas. I have no clue how to get my husband back, or the Weasley woman back, or find the man responsible for ruining my life! All I want to do is go home and take a bath to soothe my nerves!" Astoria raved.
"Funnily enough, Malfoy, you didn't even mention your son." Ginny said hotly. "And Hermione is not just 'the Weasley woman.' She isn't less than you, so stop acting like it, before I hex you!"
"People, please! Just knock it off. All of you!" McGonagall mediated. She noticed that the room had been divided. Astoria was on one side, and Harry, Ginny, and Ron were on the other.
"Damn it! I just want my wife back!" Ron swore.
Just then, the fireplace lit up in a flash of green light. Everyone jumped up, wands at the ready. When Ron saw what had come through, he fainted, while the others swore loudly.
There was another picture, this time of Hermione and Draco, making love to one another passionately. This time there was no sound, but the ecstasy on their faces needed no words.
Harry was revolted. He felt as though he was going to be sick. 'How could Hermione do this to us?' He thought.
Astoria felt betrayed. It was common knowledge that she and Draco didn't really love one another. They had loved each other when they first married, but they just fell out of love somewhere along the line. Even so, they were still married, and when Astoria saw her husband and the one she called a Mudblood making love in a way she and Draco had never made love before, not even when they were still in love, was like a stab in her heart.
Ginny felt as though she was going to scream. Instead, she checked on her brother, who was still out cold. Ronald looked as though he had cracked his head on the edge of the desk, and it was bleeding profusely. Ginny started casting every healing spell she knew that was relevant to head injuries and bleeding. When she was finished, Ron was sitting up, looking angry and sad and confused, all at the same time.
Professor McGonagall was the only one to keep her head on straight. She looked at the picture and noticed the background. She stayed silent, however, to let the others calm down, and let Mrs. Potter finish checking on Mister Weasley. McGonagall flipped over the picture and read the words the kidnapper had written.
I nabbed the ones you loved so dearly
Now you read me loud and clearly
There is no going to the authorities now
You have a motive to make them disappear
So let's all prophesize a song together
It will make our days light as a feather
Gone to the mist and never coming back
Back in time and back in black
The dust that carries them through the wind
As though they were transported to the time
When songs were sung badly and they couldn't rhyme
What happens if they don't come back
Too bad, for you it's Azkaban
XXX
Professor McGonagall quieted the others, and re-read the letter, this time out loud.
"But what does it all mean?" Harry and Ron asked simultaneously.
"Well," McGonagall began, "the first line is clear. He kidnapped our loved ones. With the second line, I believe he is saying that now we know how serious he is. The third and fourth lines are saying that we can't go to the authorities without showing them this evidence, and that would give Ron and Astoria, especially, a motive to make Mrs. Weasley and Mister Malfoy disappear, because they were cheating on them. I believe the 'prophesizing a song together' is a cryptic way of saying that the previous note we got from XXX is actually a prophecy. I don't know what the sixth line means. I believe it was just a filler to make everything sound crisp. The next few lines are saying, I believe, that Mrs. Weasley and Mister Malfoy have gone back in time, to the time when 'songs were sung badly and they couldn't rhyme,' so possibly back to their childhood. The last two lines are warning us that if we don't find the two, then someone somewhere along the line, will notice that they are missing. That means that someone would have taken them, or made them disappear. For now, with this picture, it means that the only people with a motive are Mister Weasley and Mrs. Malfoy. And the Potters would probably be found guilty for being accessories to murder." McGonagall took a breath before continuing, "And I know where the picture was taken. It is in Hogwarts, in the Room of Requirement. I'm assuming the man who calls himself 'XXX' was a student here at Hogwarts, and took the picture of them, and grew up to set it all of this in motion. If we figure out who XXX is, then we will surely find out where Mister Malfoy and Mrs. Weasley are, and why XXX is doing all of this. And we can recover the children as well."
A/N: How was the first chapter? This was originally going to be my first THREE chapters, but I know that I love to read longer chapters rather than a bunch of short ones. I don't know how long this story is going to get, but I know that it will be a very complicated, tangled web of a story. For the characters, anyway, not for my readers! By the way, in case it wasn't clear, everything that happened in the books actually happened, including the epilogue. This story starts off on the day the children leave to go to school, and when the adults and the children too young to go to Hogwarts are at home. Keep reading and give me some feedback (aka review)!