Disclaimer: I own nothing involving the Harry Potter Characters. Just the plot

Chapter 1: Never Again

"Get back here with my daughter you filthy little bitch!"

The young witch with a small baby in her arms turned on her heel to glare at the angry redheaded wizard running towards her. Even in the cover of night fresh blood could be seen on her face and most her blouse.

"Never again will you lay a hand on me Ronald Weasley."

"Hermione!" He shouted and lounged for her as she disappeared right before he eyes. He let out a strangled cry and punched a nearby tree.

And thus Hermione Weasley disappeared from the Wizarding world.

~Five years later~

"Rosie are you ready?" Hermione called from the kitchen as she absentmindedly keep the tea bag in the hot mug of water and scan the headlines of the morning paper.

"Mummy look! I did everything all by myself" a little girl with curly bright red hair came running in to view. Hermione couldn't help but smile at her daughter's effort she'd managed to get dressed perfectly fine and her hair pulled in the two long pigtails with butterfly clips and each one. The part on her hair was almost nonexistent but what really made her laugh were the two different colored shoes.

"Look at you!" She grinned "Rosie what color are your shoes?"

Little Rose looked down at her feet and her shoulders slumped forward. When she looked back up at Hermione and her eyes were filled with tears.

"I really tried this time money!" She cried

"It's okay sweetie let's go see if we can find a match to one of those shoes."

Per minute took her by the hand and led her back down the hall to her room. By the bed she picked up a frilly white sandal in a baby blue slip on. She held them up for Rose to choose. The little girl scrunched up her face and thought before finally pointing to the frilly shoe.

"I want to wear the white ones!"

"We're going to the park are you sure you want to wear these ones?"

"Mhm. I like these ones" she declared as she pulled off the blue slipper, sat down on the floor and put the matching white one on instead.

"Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Yes!"

Hermione sat rows of the table with a plate of eggs and bacon while she drank her tea and skimmed the paper. After eating Hermione pulled on her sweater, grabbed her bag and the two headed out the door. The whole walk to the park roads jumped in pranced around happily chatting away. Hermione couldn't help but admire the energy and excitement of her five-year-old daughter. Ah to be young again. When they arrived at the park Hermione pulled her over under the cover of trees to their favorite bench.

"You go play baby. Stay where I can see you." She called after her and sat down pulling worn book for a bag she tore her attention away from the running and screaming of all the kids. She looked up every few minutes to see Rose happily flying on a slid or climbing all over the jungle gym.

After a few hours and several chapters in her book her stomach kindly informed her it was time for lunch. Closing the book she looked up and gave the playground a quick skim but spotted no tuff of wild red hair. Frowning she walked over to the edge of the play yard and called out.

"Rosie!"Several kids looked at her but continued to play their games. Hermione stomach gave a lurch and she began walking through the throng of children.

"Rosie! Rose where are you?" She cried desperately panic began to set in. She was turning around in circles and retracing every step all the while calling out her daughter's name. Finally after 10 minutes of desperate yelling she caught a glimpse of red hair she whirled around to face a large sandbox on the opposite side of the play yard and set off quickly. She breathed a sigh of relief when the little girl came into view sitting in the large sand box with a pale blond haired boy who looked to be about the same age as her.

"Rosalyn!" She snapped as she approached the sandpit

Rosie's eyes widened at the tone of her mother's voice she only her call her Rosalyn when she did something bad. "Hi mummy." She whispered tentatively and Hermione's face softened and she knelt down beside her daughter.

"Rosie you scared me. I couldn't find you."

"I'm sorry mummy. I was playing with my new friend Scorpius."

"It's okay. But next time come tell me okay?"

"Okay mummy." Rose said and went back to building her sand castle.

"Weasley?"

Hermione's heart jumped, her head snapped up and her eyes locked with stormy gray ones that she knew from so long ago. She felt goose bumps slowly creep over her skin as she reached for Rose.

"All the years of everyone thinking you're dead and here you are in Muggle London?"

"Mummy what's a Muggle?" Rosie asked tugging on Hermione's shirt.

"Come on Rose. We have to go." She said urgently.

"But -"

"Rosie!" Hermione pulled her up and turned quickly but a pale hand stopped her before she could get very far.

"Wait a minute Weasley."

"It's Granger." She said through gritted teeth.

"Oh? I was under the impression you married Weaselbee?"

"Malfoy let me go"

"Not until you talk to me. Do you have any idea what you're disappearance did to our world?"

"No, and I don't care."

"Potter and weas -"

"I don't care! Least of all about them." She said acidly and Pulled her arm from his grasp.

"Bye Scorpius!"

"Bye Rosie!" Little Scorpius' his face was sad as he watched Hermione pull Rose away from the park.

"Why so sad little man?" Draco asked his son.

"She wasn't scared of me"

Draco furrowed his brow unsure why his son one of the little girl to be scared. Malfoy's tended to scare people but they didn't always do it on purpose.

"Scorp what do you mean?" Scorpius looked up at his father with a longing expression

"Everyone at school is scared of me because I make things happen. When she saw it she wasn't scared. I want a friend daddy..."he sniffed sadly

"She wasn't scared because she makes things happen to" Draco smiled at him.

"Really?" Draco nodded "you know her mum... Can we be friends Daddy?"

The pleading look on Scorpius face almost made Draco want to pull his son out of that blasted Muggle School and move back to Wizard London. No son of his should be begging for a friend.

"Rosie's mum and I went to school together she doesn't like me very much champ but I'll try." He smiled at his son who is now smiling and jumping up and down happily crying 'thank you' over and over and over again.