Summary: Voldemort is dead. Hermione is pregnant with her third child. Harry and Ginny have recently gotten married…it's all going so wonderfully well….

…….. Until the foursome head out for a camping/road trip far from home. Everything starts to go wrong; none of them have their wands…one of the foursome disappears…. Someone is leaving the initials of T.F.A.T.L.O.D..

Who could it be?

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"Good morning, my love" a young gaunt man with flaming red, untouched hair steadily walked into the bedroom with a breakfast tray. He lightly placed it on the mattress and sat on the ledge.

"That's very considerate of you! Thank you!" A young woman squealed in delight, lightly placing her hand over her puffed belly. She had wild, frizzy hair and a tiny, beautiful face with almond shaped eyes. As you can probably tell, this was one happy couple in the wizarding world. This couple was made of Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, who, a few months earlier had gotten the news that she was pregnant.

"Happy Muggle Day," Ron wrapped his arms around his wife and nuzzled her cheek.

"Oh. Right. I'm sure your father is very excited about this day. I mean he's the one that invented this silly holiday. Where and when all wizards and witches don't use any magic at all and try to live like a complete muggle. Seriously Ron, it's just one day—but I-I can't live a whole day without magic! I mean—cooking is so much harder the muggle way. Trust me, my mother used to do it that way—Ron lightly placed his finger on Hermione's lips that were rapidly moving.

"What?" She managed to ask.

"You talk too much when you're pregnant," He whispered. She blushed frantically.

"Oh-I-I won't—I mean, next time," She stuttered.

"And you stutter," He added mischievously. Yet she blushed even more than the last time.

"I-I do? I mean don't! I don't," She added anxiously.

"And you blush," He smiled warmly, extending his hand and pointing to Hermione's cheeks that now were shadowed with crimson.

"Ron! Stop it!" She laughed, playfully slapping his hand away from her face. She extended her arm to grab a chocolate croissant and munched her first bite. The door squeaked, opening slowly, only revealing two similar looking boys with curious stale gray eyes and strawberry blonde hair.

"Good morning, mommy and daddy!" The two shrieked happily in unison.

"Morning, my Weasley twins! Did you sleep well last night?" Ron asked.

"Yeah. But Peter wouldn't stop shifting in the bed." Rupert frowned.

"I do not shift!" The other twin, Peter hissed.

"Okay, okay, who wants chocolate croissants?" Hermione asked, with a clever tone in voice.

"Oh! I do" The two yelped, grabbing at two croissants and munching away, letting out compliments on how well it was baked.

"So, any plans, love?" Ron asked, joining his two twin boys.

"Ron, it's Harry and Ginny's wedding anniversary!"

"It's been a year already?" Ron stopped chewing, as his eyes widened in astonishment.

"No, no! One-week anniversary," Hermione responded obviously.

"So?"

"It's special! We should do something for them! Well—I-I was thinking a road trip, or something like camping. And it'll be to the pleasure of your father since it's Muggle Day!"

"Mione', that's crazy! So you mean we're going to celebrate every week, every month, and every year now?"

"Oh, you men! Just don't get it! Not every, just first!" Hermione added grudgingly.

"Okay, well, since it's muggle day, I think I'll use the felly tone to talk to Harry. They have one, don't they? What's their number?" Ron asked. He was so serious. And Hermione couldn't help but let out a shriek of laughter, scaring her twins, who stared up from licking the chocolate off their tiny fingers.

"Ron. It's telephone!" she giggled.

"Right. I think I'll go now. And ask him about if he wants to," His ears were camouflaged by his hair. They had turned that red!

"Hermione, their number?" He asked annoyingly.

"Oh right, it's 1847 492 2166," Hermione still had a visible smile. She watched her husband walk out the bedroom and her twins followed out…

"Wait Ron, I'll come too," She slowly helped herself up from the mattress, and steadily walked out the door and climbed down the stairs. She stood by Ron, almost as if testing him if he knew how to use this 'Felly Tone' of his.

"'Mione! Don't stand there looking at me! You're making me nervous!" Ron shuddered, as he held the cordless upside down, the mouthpiece at his ear.

"No need to be nervous around me, Ron. Here, let me help you with that—

"No! I can do this, okay?" He backed off, acting as if making a phone call to Harry was a military assignment and he told Hermione he did not need her help.

"Ron—

"I said I can do this," He waited, concentrating hard with the mouthpiece held up to his ear, expecting for Harry's voice to magically come through.

"Ron," Hermione tried again.

"What?" He asked irritably.

"It's the other way around, you hold that place next to your mouth. And the other side to your ear," She whispered softly.

"Oh. I-I knew that" He flushed bright scarlet from head-to-toe.

"Ron, let me do it!" Hermione extended her hand to take the cordless, as Ron twirled the cordless around his hand like a baton.

"Hermione! I can do this! Now where do I enter the numbers? Do I just press them, these numbers here?"

"Yes, Ron. Now press 1-8-4-7, with me so far? 4-9-2- 2-1-6-6." She paused at every number, as Ron frantically searched the numbers she announced.

"Then you press the 'Talk' button, up here" she pointed.

"Ohhhhhh! So that's how you—see! I told you I could do it by myself. You just need to wait and give me some time to figure it out!" He was quite pleased with himself.

"By yourself?" Hermione had almost snorted a laugh.

"That's right!" Ron nodded.

"Oh alright. I'm very, really proud of you Ron." She slowly made her way back to the bedroom, smiling to herself; he was impossible.

"Thank God I didn't marry Viktor" She muttered, happy of her decision, she slumped back onto the absorbingly comfortable mattress and pillows, sinking into its comfort, quickly catching sleep…

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That's not how it was before; I completely changed the first chapter. Basically, I just added the telephone scene. And also I fixed all my grammatical errors. Hope you enjoyed it.

With tons of love,

Writing-Faerie