It had been four years.

Four years since the war had ended. Four years since he had lost all his friends and family.

The four worst years of his life.

Harry Potter, aged 21 now, sighed deeply and looked out the plane window. He ruffled his hair, as he always did when he was nervous or frustrated about something.

Finally, after all those years, he was finally going home.

But...

Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of her time, one of the world's greatest war's hero, girl- friend of Ronald Weasley, scribbled away furiously on a piece of parchment.

She was the head of the Department of Improper Use of Magic, and she was writing a very quick note to her boyfriend that she was available for lunch and that he should come to her office in the next five minutes.

"Obsendio!"

The parchment flew out of the door and towards the Auror building.

Hermione propped herself up by her elbows, and stared into space, her mind stopping on a painful topic.

Harry.

Her best friend. Her brother. The bravest man she knew. She still couldn't believe what happened. He had been fine one day, and suddenly gone the next.

Flashback.

Molly was standing against the kitchen table, clutching a letter to herself, her eyes wide with horror, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Arthur was standing next to her, he was pale, and in no better shape than Molly.

Hermione glanced at Ron and Ginny. They seemed confused as she was.

"Mum, dad? What's wrong?" Ginny asked, confusedly.

Molly looked up, finally noticing their presence. She thrust a letter into Hermione's hand, her own hands shaking violently.

Hermione looked at the letter, dread filling her to the brim. What could possibly be so bad that it had induced even Arthur Weasley to tears?

She noticed Ron and Ginny both looking over her shoulder, and she began to read.

Blood traitors. You took our lord from us, we have taken your hero, Potter from you. You will never see him again.

Oh, and Merry Christmas.

She looked at the letter, shocked. 'We have taken your hero, Potter'. She heard gasps around her, and she felt numb.

Death eaters. Death eaters had taken her brother. Her only brother, that had taken years to finally tell her he loved her, and called her his sister. The same guy that had defeated Voldemort, at the stake of his own life for people that he didn't even know.

Harry was gone. Her whole body collapsed. She could faintly hear Ron, his tear-filled voice, begging her too stay conscious.

She thought about all the times with Harry. He had been the glue that had kept the three of them together. Her fights with Ron, Harry always seemed to be there, in the back-ground, to show both of them what they had done wrong. Always a kind ear to listen.

Now he wasn't here.

"Hermione!"

Hermione shook awake, her eyes came into focus on a familiar red-head, that was towering over her worriedly.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked anxiously.

Hermione managed a weak smile. "I'm fine Ron. Just dozed off for a second"

Relief passed over his face, and she rolled her eyes, but smiled.

"So, lets get to the Burrow. I do not want to anger your mum, especially since how touchy she's been lately."

Ron nodded. "let's get going. I do not fancy listening to her shout at this time either."

Hermione laughed and he kissed her briefly, before they flooed to the Burrow.

"Ron! Hermine! Come in, come in dears!" Molly ushered them inside.

"Nice to see you Molly" Hermione said, hugging her tightly.

Molly, if it was possible hugged her even tighter.

All of the Weasleys were present, and Hermione was the only non-Weasley there. Charlie and Percy had both married, and Audrey and Sarah had been the wonderful additions to the family. Harry had met them, just before he had left.

"Hey Ron! Hermione!" Ginny waved at them from the other end of the table. Hermione rushed to her, and hugged her tightly.

"Good to see you Ginny. So, enjoying working with the Holyhead Harpies now?" Hermione teased.

Ginny laughed, her eyes twinkling. "It's amazing!"

"Oi! Aren't you going to say hi to your favourite brother?" Ron asked mock angrily.

Ginny rolled her eyes good humouredly.

"But of course," she said and hugged him tightly, flashing him a smile. Ron grinned at his sister and then the two of them exchanged greetings with the rest of the Weasleys.

When they were midway of their enjoyable lunch, an oowl came in and landed straight in the middle of the table, with a leeter attached to it's leg.

Hermione looked at it in surprise, it looked so much like Hedwig it was shocking. She could others around the table that knew Hedwig blinking also.

Hermione slowly opened the letter, and read out loud.

Hermione, Weasleys

I'm back. You probably don't believe me. I'm at the Leaky Cauldron, I can't come to Burrow, small problem. Ask Tom for James Black.

Will wait,

HJP

Hermione looked at the letter in shock. It was supposedly from Harry.

"No way. Give me that" Charlie looked at the letter, his face paling further. Bill took it from him, and with that it got passed around the table, with Molly, Fleur and Hermione in tears.

"Guys…We don't know if this is Harry. It might be another death eater trap." Charlie said slowly. Everyone around the table looked at him, contemplating his words. Little Victoire was just happy playing in her mother's lap with her cousin Toby.

"Me and Hermione are going. I don't care what you think. Besides, it's the Leaky Cauldron, and Tom wouldn't keep a known death eater, and he would tell me if it was someone suspicious." Ron spoke firmly.

Molly's bloodshot eyes narrowed at them. "I'm coming too."

"Me too" George piped up. There was a round of protest around the table, and Molly shushed them all with a glare.

"I lost one son. I will not lose another." She said, her voice braking at the end.

No one protested after that. It was decided that Hermione, George, Ron and Molly would be going. Hermione noticed that Ginny was rather silent. She looked at her and saw haunted eyes, angry guilty eyes. She was taken aback, and resolved to speak to Ginny about it later.

Harry paced the floor of his small room. He had sent the owl. He hoped Ron wouldn't bring an army with him.

He sighed and sat down. They would be here soon.

"Tom!" Hermione called.

He walked over to them and smiled.

"How may I help you today?"

Hermione chewed her bottom lip, and Molly looked on the verge of tears. Ron and George had expressions grim determination and sorrow.

"We need to see James Black."

Instantly Tom's demeaner changed. He looked gravely serious, and led them to a room at the very end of the Cauldron.

"James Black. Guests have arrived." Then he left before anyone opened the door.

Then suddenly, the door flew open, and right there, in front of them was Harry James Potter.

They gasped, and then Molly launched herself at him.

Hermione just gaped. Harry looked so … mature. He had grown significantly, it was astounding. He had filled out, a lot more as well. His face had lost that boyish innocence, and had the maturity of a mans.

"H- Harry?" George's voice cracked. Harry whipped around and looked at them, and his eyes seemed to water.

"How did we save Sirius Black when Pettigrew ran away?" Ron asked, his voice also cracked.

Harry looked at him, as if trying not to fall from happiness.

"Hermione's time-turner."

With that, all of them were on him at once. He ushered them all inside, and they had their hugs and kisses and tears.

Hermione felt like she was going to burst from happiness. They all sat down on the couch.

"Harry… it's been four years. Why didn't you contact us? We tried to find you, we couldn't even get a lead. After that letter…" Ron trailed off.

Harry looked at them, a dark, haunted look came into his eyes.

"They took me to America. They had me locked up with them for 9 months, trying to force me into telling them how to become masters of death. They heard from Voldemort apparently, that I was somehow the master of death. That I held the key to stay immortal forever."

They all gasped. Molly and Hermione had tears running down their cheeks. Ron and George looked like they weren't far behind. Molly was holding Harry like some sort of life-line.

Harry seemed out of focus. Like he was thinking about something that haunted him, a lot. Hermione was looking at him, and asked the question that she knew Ron was dying to ask.

"Who were they H-Harry?" She managed weakly.

Harry's sharp emerald eyes turned to hers.

"Malfoy senior. Nott, Lestrange, Mulciber, Goyle, Parkinson, Crabbe, Carrows. " He named quietly.

She felt Ron start to get angry, and Harry did too.

"Don't worry Ron. They're all dead. I made sure." He said quietly.

"Daddy!" there was a shout from the bedroom. They all jumped in surprise, and Harry bolted to the bedroom.

"Shhh. I'm here son. Daddy's here."

The boy was crying, and shaking violently. The other four couldn't see him, he was facing the other way. But there was no mistaking the jet- black mob of hair. "Dad, I-I thought they took y-you aga-again." He ground out fear-fully. Harry hugged the boy tighter to his chest.

"It's okay, cub. They will never hurt daddy again." He said consolingly to the small boy.

"Promise?" the boy asked, his brown eyes staring into Harry's green.

"I promise. Now get to sleep. Love you cub" he kissed the top of the boy's head and sang to him as he slept.

Harry ushered them all outside.

Molly was having trouble speaking.

"Da-dad?" she choked out.

Harry looked at them and sighed.

"When they took me to America, they took Andromeda and Teddy too. I called Kreacher, and he managed to get them to safety but he couldn't save me. After I came back, Andromeda was ill. She passed away three months after I came. Teddy was left to me, and the death eaters caught me again after a year, but Kreacher saved me at the end. I…I fought them for a year, and I couldn't come back, because they threatened to kill all of you if I set foot out of America," Harry was refusing to meet their eyes. "So, I fought them I killed them all. I killed Parkinson last, and that was two months ago."

They all processed what they were being told. Harry meanwhile was looking down at his feet, his face a mix of emotions.

"So, that boy… it's Teddy?" Hermione asked quietly.

Harry looked at her. "Yes."

"But-But why does he call you dad?" Molly asked.

Harry smiled reminiscently.

"I don't know. I told him all about his parents when he was three, and why I wasn't his 'real' dad, but he went quiet after a minute and just said 'Your my daddy. I'm sure my other daddy won't mind'. He's been calling me that since he could talk. And honestly, it's the best feeling in the world"

Harry was smiling happily, and Molly was looking proudly at him through her tears. Hermione was marvelling at the change in Harry.

A/N Ok. I suck. Just review and tell me how bad I am. And if anyone wants to write this story, go for it. But please make it Hinny pairing and Teddy not liking Ginny because she somehow hurt Harry (That's my story-line). All I ask. PLEASE.

Anyway, REVIEW. PLEASE