An; I hope you enjoy this as it is my first fic that is not DIRECTLY romance it is more of a tragedy/family/comfort/mystery story. This mainly focuses around after war, Minerva going missing, Hermione worried, Ron gone nuts, and there are a ton of other characters that tie in. Jane is an OC that's married to Fred who is still living. For the sake of the story there is Lupin Law, which allows were-wolves to work which I thought was a cute idea. Tonks and Lupin are still living per this AU, James is 11, Albus and Rose are 9/10 and Hugo is 6/7 Lily is 7/8. This does involve possible death and possible homicide. If you are not comfortable with either please do not read.
Disclaimer; I am not Jo, nor ever will be. I do not own any characters or places from the series I'm just her little female dog that likes to toy with them.
It was seven years after the war and things were finally settling down. Hermione was the newly appointed Minister, Harry was enforced as Head of Magical Law enforcement, even Neville settled in and got a job at Hogwarts. Things were finally calm and quiet and for once normal, that was until that fateful night when everything fell apart for Hermione. She had much paperwork to do at their flat, and Rose and Hugo were still fairly little. "Ron, please, you know I have to finish this paperwork for tomorrow. Can you please put Rose and Hugo to bed? It is late and we have to leave for the train tomorrow, we are supposed to meet Ginny and Harry to drop off James. We agreed to this weeks ago that we would be there for James' first drop off." Hermione said sitting at the table, many papers and quills flying about with spells and signings. Ron, who was twiddling a product for the shop did not seem to hear Hermione. "Ron, please dear," Hermione asked once again, and Ron stood from his chair. "Fine, Mione. I suppose." Ron said and ushered the little children up to bed. Hermione was organizing her paperwork when he came back. "So what's the plan for tonight, love?" Ron asked as he came back. "We need sleep, Ron. Please, not tonight. I have a busy day tomorrow and I need sleep. We have to go to the train station tomorrow, I have to give these papers to Celia at 3, then I have a meeting with Minerva that I absolutely cannot reschedule. Plus a late lunch-in with Firenze to discuss Centaur Land Law, I need sleep, Ron." Hermione said, putting the files in her briefcase, which was extended like Newts.
"We never have any time together, Mione," Ron complained. "Well someone has to get a good pay in this house, and I'm busy with work twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. You know, it's not easy being Minister of Magic, Ron." Hermione snapped. "I never said it was, but you need to take a break! It's always work with you, you don't take any time for our relationship anymore, Mione!" Ron snapped back. "Well I'm sorry, but I have a job to sustain and the kids to take care of while you bounce about in some little joke shop!" Hermione yelled back. "I swear, you spend more time worrying about work and the kids rather than our own relationship! We haven't even had a date since we had Rose!" Ron yelled. "If you don't like how our relationship is going, Ron, then maybe you should just leave or better yet get a divorce! It wouldn't be the first time you walked out on me!" Hermione screamed. "What do you mean? Walked out on you! I've never walked out on you!" Ron screamed back, finally, they were in each other face. "What about when we were hunting for Horcruxes, huh?! You walked out on us then! What's stopping you from walking out now?! You gave up then, why not give up now!" Hermione screamed infuriated her throat burning.
Ron infuriated, walked out of the flat leaving Hermione alone, the children sleeping upstairs. Hermione, annoyed as is, took her muggle phone and dialed a number. "Jane? Yes, I need you to watch the kids for a few weeks. I'm taking a bit of time to straighten things out and I need some time. Can you and Fred manage them? Thank you, Jane." Hermione said, hanging up the phone. After a few moments of putting away her briefcase for tomorrow, she heard a knock at the door. Hermione opened the door and seen Fred and Jane, Fred's wife. "Jane! Fred! Come in hun." Hermione said motioning them inside.
They all came in and sat down in the seats. "Where's my arrogant brother? What did he do now?" Fred asked, half joking, half serious. "We got into a fight and he stormed out. I can't help that I'm juggling the kids and work and he still thinks that I'll actually have free time on my hands. I have a ton of work tomorrow and he just doesn't understand that." Hermione said, calmly. "Poor hun. You know when he goes off on those sprees he doesn't come back for a while. We will take care of the kids here, you do what you need to do." Jane said, taking to fly-sized briefcases out of her pocket and set them down and enlarged them. "Thank you," Hermione said. "We're always happy to help Mione. Especially after you threw yourself at me to save me from that explosion. That would have killed me." Fred said, taking his case.
Hermione motioned to the upstairs guest bedroom and got the two settled. She walked downstairs to her bedroom when she heard a POP from Ron's, curious, she drew her wand and walked into the room, only to scream. "Ronald Weasley! How could you?!" Hermione shouted. She had seen Ron in his room, with Lavender Brown an old fling he had in his earlier years, screwing on the bed. "Hermione!" Ron gasped in horror. Fred and Jane rushed downstairs at the shriek, only for Fred to pass out at the sight of his brother, Jane too horrified to move. "What do you want?" Lavender snickered, sitting up on the bed, still naked. "I want to know why you're in bed with my husband!" Hermione shrieked. "Oh, he called me asking to hook back up. Things moved and we came back here to have sex." Lavender stated simply. Hermione was fuming at this point, and grabbed both of the two and pushed them out of the flat.
Fred and Jane sat at the kitchen table, putting some ice on the wound from the fall Fred had taken. Hermione sat with them and started to cry. Jane comforting, ly put her arms around Hermione as Hermione cried slow tears. Slowly, the tears faded into the night.