A/N: The road is J.K.R but the slight twists and turns are mine.

From eighteen to having a family, there were a quite a few things we missed out on. The characters we knew so well changed from young adults to adults with kids of their own in the turn of a page. This is my story of the in-between, of what could have happened while we turned the page.

It isn't very fast paced, it definitely does not compare, but its mine, and I hope you enjoy it.

"That wand's more trouble than it's worth," said Harry. "And quite honestly," he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough trouble for a lifetime."
Rowling. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows. 749

So It Resumes (Chapter 1)

"I agree Harry, you…..we have had enough trouble for a lifetime. I am so tired, how about some sleep?" said Hermione as they left the headmasters office, not being able to handle any more.

Ron groaned as his stomach and body fought over what was more important, food or sleep. Like often his stomach had won. "I am hungry. We really haven't eaten anything in a long time you realize."

"Ron you are always hungry, what's new?" She snapped out of pure habit.

"Actually, I could use a bite myself." Encouraged Harry, his stomach agreeing completely with his best mate, as his eyelids fought to stay up.

Just then there was a loud CRACK and there stood Kreacher, for a second they had all thought, hoped, it was Dobby, but that wouldn't happen again.

"Kreacher is happy master is alive."

"Hmm..thanks Kreacher. Actually, do you think we could get us some sandwiches?"

"Kreacher shall do what master wants."

"Huh thanks Kreacher, you know where to find us." With that the house elf left, and the three dragged their feet onwards. It was not until they had reached the fat Lady that realized they didn't know the password, but she let them enter joy emitting from her face. They mumbled their thanks to her and made their way upstairs.

The Fat Lady as soon as they entered had a mission of her own to complete. She dashed from portrait to portrait, till she was in the Great Hall. The headmistress had told all the portraits that as soon as any of them saw the Trio to march straight down to the Great Hall and inform her.

"Headmistress McGonagall, they have just entered the common room."

McGonagall smiled "Thank you, will you please return and keep a eye, inform me when they leave. Please."

"Of course" and she dashed back to her position, the Trio never to be any wiser.

"They are in the common room, safe." Minerva told the Weasleys and the new minister of magic, reassuring them that the children were safe.

"Hmmm do you guys mind if I slept in your room….I don't feel like being alone." Hermione asked blushing.

"You take my bed Hermione, and I'll take Neville's" replied Ron trying to sound as casual as possible, but his ears too had managed to turn a Weasley red.

She attempted to keep her voice from betraying her, and clearly replied "Thank you, Ronald."

The small exchange caused Harry to smile and roll his eyes; it seemed so normal after everything, which felt good. 'After a War they still manage to be gits' he thought silently.

The three of them climbed the stairs into the boy's dormitory, as they had arrived they saw a large plate of sandwiches and three glasses of pumpkin juice waiting for them. Regardless to say Hogwarts had some fast service.

"Thank god its not corned beef"' said Ron with a sigh.

Which instantly caused Hermione and Harry to burst into laughter, till they could barely breathe. All the exhaustion and stress seemed to have caught up to them and by the time the three of them had finished their sandwiches, they were struggling to keep their eyes open. While sorrow tugged at their hearts and souls, the exhaustion of the year could not be fought. So slowly they drifted off to sleep, a deep thoughtless sleep.

The female of the group was the first to rise. She sat up and for an instant and was utterly confused, why on Earth was she in the boy's room. Then the events of yesterday, and the last year came flooding in. Living in constant fear, had been overwhelming. Never staying in one place too long, always being vigilant had drained her. Her muscles ached; her brain buzzed not having gotten enough rest after the overload the day before. Through all the discomfort though, happiness tried to fight through. She knew there would be no more fear in the wizarding world, not like there had been for so long.
Maybe, now they could live their lives without a constant nagging feeling of fear and anxiety. Maybe, Harry could finally relax and not have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

But the sorrow also fought through, she thought of Tonks, Lupin, Fred and Colin and the countless others that had perished, and her joy seemed to diminish. The sadness seemed to have knocked out the bit of happiness.
She took a deep breath to settle down, and stop the tears that had gathered and was instantly overwhelmed by the smell.

She took another deep breath trying to put her finger on the amazing smell. Then it slowly dawned on her that it was Ron, or the way he smelled. Even though Ron hadn't slept on that bed all year, the six years of sleeping there had retained his essence. She plopped down on his pillow and slowly breathed in the scent, her mind slowly coming to ease she laid there watching the room slowly fill with sunlight.

After what felt like few minutes she heard footsteps approaching the door, she instinctively grabbed the wand and waited. Ideally she would have loved to stand in the middle of the room poised to strike, but she was also smart enough to that her body was not the slightest bit ready for the movement. 'At least if I am still in the bed, they might think I am asleep, and I still get the element of surprise' her fatigued brain reasoned. The door solely opened and a soft voice asked "Guys…..are you awake?"

Hermione let out a relived sigh as she realized that it was Ginny. Quietly she replied "yeah Ginny I am awake, come in" lowering her wand, and placing it on the side table.

Ginny stepped into the room, and noticed that Ron was sleeping on Neville's bed, and Harry was sleeping in his own bed. Her feet seemed to moving without her brain giving them instructions, and she found herself next to Harry's bed. She watched his chest rise and fall no muttering, no tossing and turning, he was completely asleep. She was astonished that he didn't leap out of bed ready to attack. He really seemed to be at ease, finally, or so tired that his mind simply had tuned out everything and rested.

"Hmmm…..Ginny are you alright?" Her best friend asked tentatively slowly rising out of bed, wincing as her muscles throbbed.

"Yeah Hermione I am fine" she forced herself to say as tears attempted to well up in her brown eyes, but she had cried so much that they seemed to have gone dry.

Hermione flew to her side and embraced in a bear hug, not knowing how else to comfort her. Not knowing what to say to her. What could she saw that would make the pain go away?

"Don't worry Ginny, he'll realize how much he needs you, just give him some time. You know Harry he will be broody for awhile but eventually he ….we will all be happy." She whispered into the stillness, hoping to help, hoping to provide some sort of comfort.

"Thank you Hermione, and I know it will be fine someday." Ginny responded the sadness overwhelming her body.

They slowly made their way to Ron's bed, and sat under the blankets talking softly, and comforting one another. Trying to ease each others pain, by sharing their own pain. In the end just making sure that the other one knew they were there for them.

As the two dove into conversation after a year of silence the boys finally began to stir awake.

Harry smelled a fragrance and he felt lighter, so he knew Ginny must have found them. He rose slowly and saw the girls talking on Ron's bed. He wished they could stay like this forever; he didn't want to face the wizarding world, or the results of the war. He did not want to answer questions; he did not want to relive the last year. He did not want to be swamped with the media and fans. He didn't want to look at the bodies that littered the Great Hall, and feel that kind of pain. He wanted to remain in this moment where the people closest to him, surrounded him.
He watched them whispering softly completely ignorant of any one else in the room. Movement caught his eye, and he looked at his best mate, who like him was completely at peace watching the girls. Both boys watched quietly absorbing the moment, till Harry finally broke the silence "So everyone sleep well?"

"Yeah." Ron replied enthusiastically, while Hermione finally looked up and nodded her head.

"Hello Ginny." He greeted her as though his heart wasn't bursting at the sight of her.

"Hi Harry." She replied evenly. "How are you?" 'Well he is not dead so there is an improvement' her mind quipped as she watched him attempt to get out of bed.

"I am a little sore and a few cuts and bruises, but I'll survive." He replied as all the muscles in his body screamed at him for moving. He was exhausted the massive amount of adrenaline his body had produced yesterday, had finally left his system, and he could barely stand.

"Good, most of the survivors are in similar condition." Her use of survivors sent a chill down his spine.

"Well yesterday was a rough day." In what had to be the understatement of the year. "So where is everyone?" He had noticed her expression change, the sadness had seeped back into her.

"They are in the Great Hall. Everyone conjured sleeping bags for themselves and others. No one felt or had the energy to go home."

Ron stood there trying to not move, his muscles were yelling just as loudly. The conversation seemed peaceful enough, but he knew his sister well enough, she would eventually let Harry have it he thought to himself. He also noticed how sad and fragile she looked; she had not gotten a good of a sleep as they had. As soon as he thought this the image of Fred's body flashed before his eyes, and his heart almost broke again. He hastily tried to look anywhere but at his sister, and his eyes rested on Hermione.

She was still sitting in his bed the blanket thrown over lap, she was also intently listening to Harry and Ginny's conversation, 'her mind is over analyzing it' he thought. Suddenly she turned feeling him watching her, and their eyes met and lingered, and yet again Harry's voice broke through "Well I guess we should go downstairs, and face the world."

"Guess so" Ron mumbled, while Hermione simply tried to stand up without falling, and Ginny rose silently. They eventually managed to force their bodies to move and together the four of them made their way to the Great Hall.