This is the sequal to Love & Betrayal. It isn't really necessary to read Love & Betrayal first, but it might make a bit more sense.

Summary: Harry and Hermione left Hogwarts after finishing their seventh year and married four years ago. They rose quickly in the Auror Department, Harry becoming the Head of Department, Hermione his deputy. There have been attacks in Europe from an unknown source. The Ministry speculates that a new Dark Wizard is behind it. Harry must overcome the threat the new enemy will pose to himself, and his family.

A New Enemy

Act 1

Chapter 1 – Good News

Harry was sat in his office. He couldn't wait to leave the office. He just wanted to get home to his wife, Hermione. There had been several disturbances around Europe, and their were fears that a new Dark Wizard was rising. Harry was head of the Auror department at the Ministry of Magic. His deputy was Hermione Potter.

Harry hunched over his desk, propping his head up with his hand. His mind travelled back to the day he had married Hermione, four years ago. She had looked beautiful, dressed in her white wedding dress, she had worn her hair up; a headband helping to keep it in place. She had been wearing the jewellery that Harry had bought her for Christmas a few months previously.

"Potter!"

Harry sat up straight, attempting to flatten his hair. The man that had startled Harry was none other than Draco Malfoy.

He was also an Auror, which was slightly ironic. Harry and Draco had never become friends, but they had a mutual respect for one another. Well Malfoy didn't call Harry by his first name, or call him 'Sir' even though Harry was his boss.

"What Malfoy?" Harry asked, his voice low and tired. As Malfoy stood in front of Harry's desk, Harry stifled a yawn.

"I just thought that you should know, there were some killings in France. The French Ministry is trying to find out who was behind it, but so far they haven't come up with anything." Harry pushed his chair away from his desk, and stood up.

"Thanks for the information. We'll probably have to wait until after the weekend for any report to reach us." Harry started to walk round his desk to collect his travelling cloak, but he was stopped when Malfoy raised a hand.

"I have... an idea," Malfoy said, and Harry sat on the edge of his desk, listening to the blonde man talk. "It might be that new Dark Wizard everyone was talking about."

Harry nodded, agreeing with Malfoy.

"You have a point there. And we still don't know anything about him?"

"No, there haven't been any sightings, and the attack are random. That's what I don't get. Other Dark Wizards have had a motive. But this, this feels different."

"What do you mean?" Harry shifted his weight on the desk slightly. He wanted to leave soon. Hermione had the day off, and he hadn't been home for two days. The sudden influx of information had kept him at the office overnight.

"There's going to be another war. I can feel it." Malfoy gave Harry a feint smile, and left. Harry sighed and grabbed his cloak. He walked through the rebuilt Ministry. Gone was the 'Magic is Might' statue. He left the Ministry and, once he was sure there were no muggles around, apparated.

Harry appeared outside of the apartment he lived in with Hermione. He opened the door. Stepping inside his home, Harry called out, "Hermione! I'm home."

A pleasant smell wafted up from the kitchen as he moved further inside his home. The apartment was light and welcoming.

Harry and Hermione had decided to go against their initial decision to live at Grimmauld Place. It was much to big for just the two of them, although the apartment was rather large and modern, it was only one floor. It would be much more manageable, and if they needed extra space they could always magically enlarge it.

Hermione was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Harry walked up behind her, laced his arms around her waist and whispered into her ear, "Smells wonderful, 'Mione."

Hermione didn't turn away from the stove, but said, "I'm glad you think so Harry. How was work? You didn't come back last night."

Harry let go of Hermione and pulled out a chair from the large wooden table. He sat down, and let his head fall back, his eyes focused on the ceiling. "It was tiring. There have been loads more attack in Europe." Hermione continued watching the food prepare itself, and pulled out a small spoon to taste some of it. "Is there any more information on them?" Hermione asked.

"We think it's that new Dark Wizard. And Malfoy reckons that there's going to be another war."

Hermione turned around, "Another war? Surely it can't be that serious?" She looked shocked.

"There really isn't any way to know if there is or isn't going to be a war. If there is one I don't look forward to fighting in it."

"But you're the head of the department. They wouldn't send you out on a mission." Hermione sounded as though she was trying to convince herself more than anything else.

"But I'm the Ministry's best fighter 'Mione. There's no way they'd let me just sit in the office. Anyway, I don't think I'd be able to."

Hermione turned back to the stove, and noticing the food was ready, she waved her hand and the pots and pans flew over to the table. Plates and cups followed them, and various drinks soared from within the fridge. She sat down and together Harry and Hermione served themselves. When they both had food on their plates, Hermione continued the conversation.

"Harry we discussed your, 'saving people thing'. I thought you agreed that unless you were specifically sent into battle, you wouldn't."

"'Mione, I-"

Hermione didn't let Harry finish.

"You have to stay out of trouble now anyway," Harry looked confused. "There's something you need to know."

Hermione was sat on the edge of the bed. In her hands she held a muggle pregnancy test. She had used the magical method, a spell, but she wanted to check using the muggle way anyway. She waited, slightly nervous. Eventually the stick showed positive. Hermione leaned backwards, falling onto her back. She lay there looking upwards, excitement coming over her.

'I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant with Harry's baby. We're going to be parents.'

Hermione was careful to make sure Harry couldn't hear her thoughts, and blocked him out. The connection didn't really work when they were far apart, but they lived near the Ministry, so she thought she would be careful. Harry had come home the night before. Hermione thought he had been asked to stay behind, or he was swamped with work.

Both conclusions were likely. Harry was head of the department. He always had work to do.

Hermione found it excruciating having to wait around all day until he got back from work. She tried to find things to do, but with magic, there wasn't much to around the house. She could clean the entire place in an instant, and she done all the shopping for the week.

Eventually Hermione decided to read a book. The library in their apartment was second only to Hogwarts, in Hermione's opinion. As a birthday present to Hermione, Harry had bought hundreds of books, some she had read, some she hadn't. But the result was the library that was now present in one of the spare rooms.

Hermione walked in and chose a book. She settled into one of the comfy chairs they had furnished the room with. Hermione spent the rest of the day reading, she only left when she thought Harry would be back soon, and decided to make a start on dinner.

"What do I need to know?" Harry was still very confused. He tried to reach into Hermione's head, and read her thoughts. But he found she was blocking him out. As Hermione watched Harry with amusement, he exclaimed, "Come on Hermione! What do I need to know?" Harry's annoyance was increased when she replied, "I'll tell you after dinner." Harry's eyes widened, and when he tried to argue with his wife, he was met with silence.

Hermione just continued eating her food. Realising that he wasn't going to get an answer out of her until she decided that she would tell him, Harry began to eat very fast. It only took him five minutes to finish. He slumped in his seat as Hermione ate deliberately slowly.

When she finally finished, she looked at Harry. He looked like he was suffering greatly. He really wanted to know what Hermione was hiding from him.

Hermione stood up, waving her hand and the dirty plates and cutlery flew over to the sink and began washing themselves. She held out her hand to Harry, who eagerly took it. She led him from the kitchen into the living room.

They sitting room had several sofas, there was a television in the corner and there were pictures of Harry and Hermione over the years. Hermione sat Harry down on the sofa, and then set herself upon his lap. Out of instinct Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione, and she rested her head on his chest. Now it came to it, Harry noticed Hermione was slightly nervous. She was twisting her wedding ring, and he could hear her breathing getting faster.

"'Mione, are you okay?" Harry asked, concerned.

"Oh, yes." She went back to twisting the ring. Harry moved his hands from around Hermione, and took her hands in his. She raised her head, and his emerald eyes locked to her chocolate ones.

"'Mione what did you want to tell me?"

She took a deep breath. Harry continued to watch her, his eyes intense.

"Harry," Hermione raised a hand and touched his cheek.

"I'm pregnant."

There you go, first chapter! There is a poll on my profile, vote to decide the ending of the story!