Prologue
The crowd violently ran the streets in protest. The muggle world was at war. Bombs blasted and guns rang close by scaring some protesters into silence. A little girl ran through the crowds, she was lost and trying to find her parents. Her mother had told her to get some, but that was before the protests started.
In the center of town, it was there that she first saw him. He was older maybe in his teens. She was 5 when she met him. Maybe he knew what would happen to the crowd that day. Maybe he had seen the guns. The boy had grabbed her pulling her toward him just as she faced a bullet. She never got to thank him. He had run off before she got a chance to say anything.
It wasn't until she had gotten home safely with her parents that she realized that she had taken a picture of the teen. Her father had given her the camera to practice photography that day. It must have been when he pulled her to safety that the camera had clicked. That very picture would stay with her till she died. She wanted to thank him someday. He would never be forgotten
PRESENT DAY
Hermione Jane Granger, always found herself every morning early while staying at the burrow. It had become a tradition for her. Get up early, get a drink of water and sit on the couch. Today was no different, it was 5 am, none of the Weasleys would be up for at least 3 hours. Not wanting to break tradition the bushy haired girl grabbed her scrapbook quietly as to not wake up the snoring ginger girl in the bed next to her.
Down the stairs she went to the living room, with her scrapbook of muggle memories inside. She had her spot of the sofa that she sat in daily and opened the book. His face was so serious. On the first page was the picture. It gave her hope. She wanted to find him and tell him about her life that he saved. Mass havoc was in the background yet the boy looked so calm yet serious. He was a handsome red head that's for sure. He wouldn't be a boy anymore. The muggle redheaded boy was a man now and she doubted she would ever find him.
Bill had just gotten home from Egypt. He hadn't wanted to leave so early knowing no one would be up. It was 5 am and the light was on. That peaked Bill's curiosity. Opening the door quietly he wondered if Fred and George were planning on pranking their eldest brother. It was Hermione, he smiled. Standing behind her, he saw the photo. Did she know it was him? Ever since he had seen her as a child he kept watch over her. His father had asked him to go to the muggle world to find a thing called a rubber ducky. When the chaos came he had nowhere to go. The young girl had caught his attention looking for her parents. He was triple her age at that time. Now she was almost out of school so accomplished. Whenever his mother would tell him about her achievements he prided himself on that. He saved her. It was the best thing he had ever done. He wanted to tell her for years he had kept tabs on his girl. Maybe it was odd but the redhead had begun getting feelings for her. He too had taken a picture on accident; it never left under his pillow. Slowly backing away from her trying to not make a sound, his foot kicked the lamp.
The noise awoke her from her staring coma. Turning around frightened she saw Bill and blushed knowing he had caught her staring at her longtime crush's picture. Grabbing his bag he knew it was the right time. She needed to know. The picture fell from his hand onto her lap as he tried not to blush. She stood up with a questioned look. "Bill?" she asked warily. He only nodded ashamed of sorts. He knew she probably would be awkward after finding out, but she deserved to know. He couldn't face her, he felt her hands on his face forcing him to look. He wanted to say he was sorry but he never got the chance, her lips met his.