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*Author's Note: I know that there are several stories out there that have multiple marriage law/s that happened from a virus/the end of the war. I have ready some good stories that involved Hermione with several men, or Harry with several women. All of those stories are good, but I feel that they lack any drama/jealousy between the couples, and they just jump right into the relationship without any conflicts. This story will be entirely different.*

Full summary: after the second wizarding war, and unknown wizard a virus spread throughout magical England, causing roughly 80% of males to be in a coma while affecting it 60% of the females. Through drastic measures, the Ministry of Magic divorced any witches or wizards that had their partners in a coma. So they were also in the ruling for the Ministry of Magic's new program, the marriage bed. Which is where the Ministry hand picks one male to marry five women to repopulate. What will happen couple years down the road when the patients that have the wizards virus suddenly wake up from their coma to find that their husbands/wives are remarried to different people.

I'm also going to post this story on my AO3 account also.

This fanfiction is rated M, so no one under eighteen should read this.

The pairing is: Harry/Hermione/Luna/Pansy/Molly/Narcissa

Calm before the Storm

Chapter One

Day One

It started out on a peaceful day. The sun was high in the sky, and a light breeze brushed passed in between the petals of wildflowers in the small field close to the Burrow. Tall oak and maple trees provided enough shade for the two exhausted adults, as the leaned against the bark of the oak tree. Their names are Hermione Granger and Harry Potter, two-thirds of the golden trio. Ron, the third of the golden trio, was currently inside his home helping his mother prepare Fred's favorite food for tonight dinner.

"Do you think the pain is going to disappear?" asked Harry, as he ran his fingers through some blades of grass. He was happy that Voldemort was gone for good. He was finally able to live his life without constantly looking over his shoulder. He looked up at the sky before he turned his head to look at his friend. He frowned before saying, "the pain of losing some of our classmates and everyone else who died in the war. I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up and not realize that they're dead."

"It will take some time," said Hermione, as she stretched her legs out. She was glad that she decided to wear shorts today. It was starting to get somewhat warm outside. It also helped that she liked how the blades of grass felt on her smooth legs. It was one of her weird quirks that she never would mention to anyone. "It was only two weeks since the final battle. The last of the funerals were only two days ago. Grieving for a while is normal. Nobody should be told to move on that quick from a loss."

"I know," he said, staring into her eyes. He always loved Hermione's eyes. He liked how they would turn a light brown when she was happy, and a chocolate brown when she was angry. It turned him on. He was glad that no one found out about his dirty little secret, especially Ron or Ginny; they would have blown that way out of proportion. "I'm just worried that something major is going to happen, and I won't be able to stop it."

"We have constantly been fighting to defeat Voldemort that we don't know what were going to do now that we have all this time on our hands. Anything else that happens after this is not your fault. You can't prevent anyone else's actions. Besides, I still have that gut feeling too, and it's normal with everything we have been through."

"What do we do then? How do we get this feeling to go away? I particularly don't like it."

"We live. We take one day at a time." Hermione smiled at him. "That feeling we pass, hopefully."

"When are you going to leave to Australia?" Harry asked her. He didn't want her to leave him. He was used to having her by his side constantly for the past year. He didn't like that she was going to go so far away from him. He hoped that she would just push going off to Australia for another week or two.

"Next week," she replied. She was worried that her parents were not going to be happy with her after she erased their memories of her. She just hoped that once they calm down enough, they would try to understand it from her point of view. She was about to push it off for another two to three weeks, but that would have been the cowardly thing to do, and she wasn't a coward. "I'm going to retrieve my parents. Give them back their memories. Possibly talk them into coming back home."

"Is Ron going with you?" He asked.

"No," she responded. "With Fred dying recently. I don't want to take him away from the rest of the family especially now."

"I understand."

"How was the trip to Gringotts?"

"They just charged me for the repair of the bank's structure and the cost for the dragon that we rode out. Plus a small fee of ten thousand gallons. It honestly wasn't that much, besides their happy that they finally got their hands on the Lestrange volt, and a few other smaller families."

"That's not a small fee," Hermione muttered, as she picked up a yellow dandelion. She started pulling the yellow petals off of it.

Harry gave her a look before he said, "It is a small amount, Hermione. It wouldn't even put a small dent on the Potter vault nor the Black vault. I'm not even talking about my trust fund. Dumbledore never told me that my trust vault wasn't the only vault that I have. Apparently, when he sealed my parents will, he blocked the goblins to reveal all other vaults and properties until I reach seventeen. I hate that he even had any control of my life."

"Dumbledore had a lot of faults," said Hermione, as she gathered most of her hair and tied her hair back in a bun. "We only saw a small glimpse of that man, and that was only what he wanted to show us. I don't think anyone knew the real Dumbledore, not even his brother."

"You're right," he said, wiping his forehead. "I have been slowly going through my properties, both from the Potter and the Black side, some of them have been rented out while other are only abandoned. I went to Potter Manor, where my grandparents lived, to get the feel of where they lived. The top half of the property was destroyed by Voldemort in the first war. The bottom half was fine it just needs some minor reconstruction. I've decided that I'm going to renovate and update the whole property. It will take a while for all of the repairs to get done, so I've decided that I'm going to live at Grimmauld place temporarily. I'm going let anyone stay there that needs some temporary shelter until they can get back on their feet. I've also decided on giving Remus and Tonks Grimmauld or another Black family House. I think that they deserve to have a real house, and not that small flat that Tonks owns."

"Harry," said Hermione….

"Ginny!" Yelled Molly, frantically.

Harry and Hermione took one silent look at each other before they stood up and ran towards the Burrow. Once they were inside, they ran to the kitchen, where Ginny was helping her mom with tonight's dinner. Ron, George, and Percy were on the other side of the kitchen; trying not to get in the way of their parents trying to revive their sister. George and Percy were the only ones who temporarily moved back to the Burrow after Fred's funeral. Charlie, the second Weasley son, went back to Romania yesterday. Bill and Fleur were at her parents' house in France as an extended honeymoon, and they left right after Fred's funeral.

On the other end of the kitchen, was Molly and Arthur Weasley, trying every spell they knew to revive their daughter. After five minutes passed with no spell working was concerning for them.

"We need to take her to St. Mugo's," said Arthur, as he bit his lip.

"We're going to need you…. George!" Screamed Molly as she noticed that her son was quickly falling towards the ground. Harry and Percy, since they were so close to him, grabbed each of his arms to prevent him from falling. He was leaning against Percy, as Harry grabbed George around the waist to stabilize him. Molly took the next couple of minutes to check over George with some basic healing spells. Nothing worked. He was the same as Ginny.

"Arthur, just took Ginny to St. Mungo's," said Hermione, as she stepped back into the kitchen. She helped Arthur carry Ginny to the Floo, while Molly was casting the spells on George.

"Alright, dear," said Molly, giving Hermione a small worried glance. She was glad that she had an extra set of hands helping her. "Percy, Harry, can you both please Floo him to St. Mungo's?"

"No, problem, mom," said Percy, as he and Harry started moving George towards the living room.

"Ron, I want you to follow after them," said Molly, as she quickly walked over to a small bookshelf in the kitchen. She grabbed a small pamphlet book on diagnosis spells. She quickly flipped to the page. She tapped her finger on the spell, highlighting it before she gave it to Hermione. "Hermione, since I know that you're a quick spell learner I've asked you to stay back. We are going to be casting a diagnostic test on every room of the house. We need to make sure that the reason they got sick wasn't something from here."

Hermione had nodded at the older woman before she ran upstairs to the attic. Molly started in the basement. Five minutes passed before both of the women met on the second floor right outside of the Master suite. "Did you find anything?" asked Molly, her cheeks were slightly pink from running. She needed to get into better shape.

"No, empty," Hermione replied.

"It's time that we head to St. Mungo's."

St Mugo's was the only magical hospital in the United Kingdom. It was located in London, in what Muggles thought was an abandon haunted warehouse. St. Mungo's was like any other hospital. They had a twenty-four private rooms in the emergency department, and a larger room that held several beds in case of a severe emergency. They had a children's department, maternity department, Insanity department, and several smaller different departments. Since relocating to this new building, in the early seventies, they have never been severely busy; even when they went through two blood wars; although that changed today.

"Arthur!" shouted Molly as she ran into her husband's arms. St. Mungo's waiting room was packed. Teens, adults, and children were hauled in small groups with tears streaming down their faces. Molly pulled away from her husband and looked at the little group behind him. It consisted of Percy, Harry, and Hermione. She looks towards her husband. "Where's Ron?"

"He passed out as soon as he stepped out of the Floo," he responded, frowning. "They don't know what's going on. It's not just happening to us. They have received more than fifty cases of witches and wizards just going unconscious. They have our three children in the same room. Healer Bells will come and tell us if there is anything different."

"Percy," said Hermione, suddenly. She had her arms around Percy's waist. His head was resting against her shoulder. Her face was turning slightly red from trying to hold him up herself.

Suddenly a Healer Bells was next to them with a gurney floating behind them. Arthur levitated his son on top of the stretcher. The healer turned towards Molly and Arthur, giving them a worried frown, she said, "Thanks for lifting him, Arthur."

"Is there any word on our other children?" asked Molly.

"There all still unconscious yet, and have no sign of waking up. We have no idea what this virus is nor the strand of this particular virus. We are trying to do all that we can, but it will take some time and patience. We believe that this virus is contagious, although we don't know to some extent. Master healer, Greyson, will be giving a small conference to the guest in the waiting room shortly. He will answer any question you might have. Right now, I need to get Percy into a bed near his siblings," said healer Bells. She turned on her head and floated the gurney towards a set of metal double doors.

"What will happen if our children won't wake up? I can't lose another one? I just can't." Molly's light brown eyes watered slightly. Arthur wrapped his arms around his wife as she cried. He wished to the high heavens that none of his children pass away.

"Attention! Attention, everyone, please calm down!" An older wizard asked. He had dark gray hair, which looked like it was starting to recede. He was slightly chubby, and he was short only standing at five feet. He had a white robe on that showed a light blue healers scrubs. "My name is Arron Greyson, and I'm the master healer here at St. Mungos. I know almost everyone in this room has a loved one that fell unconscious to this new strain of a virus. All of our healers are now working together so we can find a solution to waking up your family. From what I understand, this virus isn't harming them in any other way. We still don't have any idea how this virus started or if it is highly contagious. It would be in your best interest to go back to your houses, so you're not surrounded by the virus. If you're underage, please see one of our volunteers so they can sort out housing. I will now be accepting any questions."

"What is this virus?" asked an older woman, as she held her small grandson in her lap.

The Master Healer shifted nervously on his feet. "We don't know what the name of the virus is. We are current calling this medical emergency a virus because it acts such a similarity to one."

"Is this virus contagious?" asked a middle-aged wizard, near his two pre-Hogwarts age daughters.

"We currently haven't gotten any more than twenty patients that show this virus symptoms. So we can't give you a straight answer if the virus is contagious or not."

"Are you trying everything you can to wake them up?" asked a middle-aged witch.

"Yes," he said. "We have tried everything from potions to spells and everything in between. We're not giving up hope that we will find the patients a cure."

"Master Healer Greyson!" Yelled another healer. "We have another four."

"Be right there," he responded. He turned back to the audience. "We are trying everything to help your family. We will be in touch with all of you when we know more or the patient response. Now, if your underage, and has a parent or parents that are patients please see one of our volunteers about finding you housing. I encourage all of you to go home."

Healer Greyson nodded his head at everyone in the waiting room before he turned around and headed towards the double doors where another healer was waiting for him.

"What should we do?" asked Harry.

"I believe that we should go home," said Arthur, with his arm around his wife.

Hermione sighed. "I'm going to need to reschedule my trip to see my parents. I possibly can't leave. Not with Ron in here, and an unknown virus that's spreading."

"Harry, Hermione," said Molly. "I would like you two to please come back to the Burrow with us. I don't think I can worry about you two especially going over to Grimmauld place, with this virus running amuck."

"I don't think anyone of us needs to be alone at a time like this." Stated Harry, while Hermione nodded in agreement with him.