Summary: Alternative Universe, with elements of the book series through book 7.
In a time when the persecution of witchcraft is rampant across Muggle Europe, Hermione, a practicing witch, arrives in Little Whinging in order to hide the Elder Wand from Voldemort. Yet for her and her companions, hiding from the Dark Lord is not the only thing on their minds. There's also the pesky task of hiding magic from the non-magic townfolks, and especially one infamous witch hunter, Harry Potter.
Prologue
12 Grimmauld Place– 1610
"It's him! They are coming!" Tonks burst into the living room of Grimmauld Place, her purple pixie cut sticking every which way and her right forearm leaking blood steadily onto the carpet.
Hermione, seated at the head of the table, stood in an instant. The front door flew from the frame with a blast and they heard it crash into the end of the hall. Around the table, McGonagall, Kingsley, Arthur and 12 others stood as well.
"Do we fight?" Ginny moved herself towards the entrance, her knuckles white from the tight grip of her wand.
"How many?" Hermione asked Tonks, one hand reaching for a beaded handbag on the table.
McGonagall shook her head and pushed Hermione towards the stairs. "No, you need to go. We've planned for the breach of this places months ago. Follow it. He's here for you. We can't let him get to you."
"But I can-"
"Voldemort knows Dumbledore transferred the elder wand to you before he died. You are duty bound for its survival, and therefore, everyone's! Take Ginny, Luna, Lavender and Fleur as protection. Go!"
"Professor I-" Hermione was interrupted by a shot of gold sparks that she narrowly missed when Luna yanked her backwards. Figures in skeletal masks flooded into the room as Order members began dueling in earnest.
"We should go, Hermione," Fleur was pulling her back from the fray even as she raised her wand to deflect a straying curse.
Ginny and Luna began climbing the stairs, Fleur following suit. Hermione turned to go when she felt a hand stopping her. She turned around sharply but saw that it was Tonks. "Teddy, I put him down for a nap earlier in your room before I headed out. Please Hermione, will you take him with you? I'll come for him later. I didn't know-"
"Of course Tonks, I'll go get him quickly and go," Hermione nodded and began running up the stairs, now a urgency in her steps.
On the top landing, she made it straight to the room she shared with Ginny and Luna. In her bed, Teddy was thrashing around and crying, woken by the noise downstairs. As she picked up the nearly year old infant, Ginny's head poked into the room. "Where did you go? Fleur's fireplace is all set. What is he doing here?"
"Tonks dropped him off. He's coming with us," Hermione half carried, half ran to the doorway and followed Ginny next door.
"Luna already went through," Fleur handed Ginny the cup of floo powder. Ginny stumbled into the fireplace, shouted "Activate Destination!" and disappeared in a flash of flames.
"Right, you ready?" Fleur asked as both she and Hermione squeezed into the alcove of the fireplace.
Hermione shushed Teddy's crying and clutched the infant's tightly to her chest with one hand while reaching for Fleur's palms with her other.
"On three!" Fleur motioned, as they have practiced many times. "One-two-Confringo!" she said in a clear voice at the same time as Hermione shouted "Activate Destination."
The two girls disappeared. At the same time, the fireplace exploded into oblivion.
Somewhere deep in the Forest of Dean
It was a quiet dark night. A mere sliver of a crescent cast out a gentle light in the sky and the forest slept on as a flash of green emitted from the single haphazardly built small cottage in the middle of a small meadow.
Inside the spare stone walls, Luna and Ginny ran forward to help Hermione and Fleur scramble to their feet.
"Did anyone see you?" Ginny asked. "Hold on, why do you have Teddy?"
"I don't think so, and we destroyed the portal on our way out, " Hermione answered, juggling the fussing infant in her arms. "And never mind that. Later."
"As if it was necessary to break that beautiful fireplace," Fleur said wistfully, taking her time to brush the soot off her clothes now that they seemed relatively safe. "It was already charmed to be a one-time portal."
"Better safe than sorry," Hermione said while picking up a heavy traveling cloak from a pile folded neatly at the corner of the room.
"I always wondered where your emergency portal would take us Hermione," Luna mused, trailing a finger over the dusty single window. "But how will it house all of us?"
"We are not staying," Hermione handed Fleur Teddy and pulled the cloak on.
Fleur nodded. "Minerva has a theory that Voldemort is tracing our location through magic. Well, specifically Hermione's magic, or the Elder and's magic. We are not sure, but that's why we used the floo rather than Apparate. We can't stay here either, in case there's any residual magic from the floo."
"So where are we going?" Luna asked.
"There's a village, non-magical, that I chose months ago. It's small, isolated, and completely non-magical. We can hide in plain sight. We are suppose to stay under the radar until we are contacted by the order," Hermione answered.
"Hold it! We can't do any magic?" Ginny protested, her hand slipping from the clasp of her own cloak.
"I can't do any magic," Hermione corrected. "But just be safe, lets keep it all to a minimum."
"Where are we going?" Luna inquired as the girls filed out of the cottage.
"Little Whinging."