Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling EXCEPT the plot, ofcourse.

A/N: Helloooooo. ::coughs:: Yeah so anyways, here's what I'd really like to put for a summary but couldn't fit it. Happily married with two children, Hermione Granger had a good life. When a war re-surfaces she has no choice but to leave her family behind and serve in the war because unlike any other witch (except for a few others) in the war, she has a gift that will be useful to the war ...and to Draco Malfoy.

I really hope you enjoy this story because I think it will turn out quite good. Remember to review!! Thanks so much.

"No… NO!"

A young pretty faced woman sat at her kitchen table, attempting to feed her baby girl, Gabriella. Instead the young mother ended up with the mushy baby food all over the front of her robes.

"Oh, Gabby. Look what you did to mommy! Yes...haha...funny funny, right?" The brown-haired woman eyed her daughter carefully and then laughed whole-heartedly at her baby girl who was too innocent faced to be angry at.

She kissed her daughter's cheek softly and glanced at the clock. She stood to look at the damage of her blue robes. She took a wand out of the kitchen drawer and the stain disappeared from her robes. She glanced at the clock and smiled, as she knew what was coming.

"5...4...3...2..." Hermione said knowingly. Her son busted through the kitchen door, red-faced and a widespread grin across his face. He dropped his book bag and grinned evilly.

"Hello Mum!" Before her son, Corey, could run outside to play she grabbed him around the waist, and she hugged him tightly.

"Mum!" Corey exclaimed.

"I know. I know. Be inside by 5:30." She rubbed his soft hair quickly before he bolted out the door.

The phone on the wall shrilled beside her as she went to pick it up.

"Hello? Yes this is Hermione Wood. Yes...ok I understand. Uh huh. Yeah. Thanks, Cambia."

Hermione quickly wrote down that her son forgot his lunchbox at school. Since Corey was only 8 years old, he could not yet be admitted to Hogwarts. So in the meantime, Hermione and her husband, Oliver, had agreed to send him to a Muggle school. Corey knew about magic because Hermione and Oliver. But nevertheless, they lived in a popular Muggle neighborhood. Magic wasn't necessary all the time, and the hardly used it--well almost hardly.

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Later that night, Hermione and Oliver were lying in bed talking quietly like they always did before they went to sleep. Just as Hermione was drifting to a deep sleep, Oliver's soft voice broke the silence.

"Hermione?" Hermione rolled over to face Oliver. She smiled tenderly and intertwined their fingers.

"Yes?" She asked, unsure of what was bothering him. His voice sounded strained and nervous, though he tried to hide it.

"Something's happening and I think you should have a right to know."

Hermione didn't like the panicked rush of his words, nor the way it was phrased. "Well, what's going on?" Her large brown eyes pierced into his blue ones.

"The Ministry of Magic is well...not to be vague or anything but..."

"Oliver spit it out."

Oliver gave her a hopeful smile. "My whole office is basically chaos. I didn't want to worry you or the kids but for months now I've put it off. Dark Marks are popping up everywhere."

Hermione realized what he was saying and a Dark Mark was definitly not good. She waited for him to continue.

"The...the Ministry is doing everything it can to maintain rumors and such. But it's leaking out everywhere. Dark Marks have been popping up all over the WORLD. Not just here, Hermione. They're everywhere." When he saw worry set in her eyes he squeezed her hand.

"I'm worried, Hermione. And I'm usually not a worrier. The Ministry has been working day and night to try and figure out a pattern to these Marks. We have reports of Muggles being attacked and of robberies of major stores in Diagon Alley. If these things keep continuing, we may be at war with the Darkside. It would be ten times worse than a Muggle war. We've been doing a great job in covering up Muggle attacks but we can't keep doing it forever. If Voldemort would attack it would be the perfect time...now that Dumbledore is sick."

Realization finally hit and it felt like a thousand knives hitting her at once. If a war ever occurred between the Darkside and the Lightside, it would be brutal. And Hermione knew what happened when major wars happen in the wizardry world. Her children would be sent to private schools and she and Oliver would have to serve.

"Oliver don't get so worked up. Maybe he is gaining power but even if he is...we still have each other. I love you, ok? Try and get some sleep. I think I'm going to send an owl to two old friends tomorrow." Hermione stated, trying to lighten the mood.

Oliver kissed her hand and closed his eyes gently. Hermione, however, was wide-awake with fear.

*I'm sorry this chapter was so short but it's the first chapter so…ya know how that goes. The second chapter will be better I promise. The first chapter was just to show the chemistry a little bit and to show you how good Hermione's life was. You know what would be nice if you ahem-::cough:: reviewed. =)"