AN-Okay, I didn't disappear on this fic, I just took a break from it, a long break, but I'm back now!
There will be no DH spoilers here. If there's anything that's similar, well, it's a coincidence.
Thanks for all the reviews.

Chapter 1

The Dursley's

"This has been a really productive holiday." Harry said sarcastically. "It's only been two days, and already I've gotten married."

Hermione flashed Harry a grin, amused by his choice of words. Unfortunately, it wasn't all fun and games for the duo, as they had a war to look forward to, and an evil villain they had to kill.

"Now Harry, have you thought about where you are going to stay from now on?"

Harry sighed, not really wanting to answer. "The Dursley's, at least for the next few weeks. Dumbledore said that it was safest for me, because of the protective charm that is placed on that house."

Hermione stood next to Harry, playing with the gold on her wedding finger. "That spell breaks when you turn 17, right?"

"Yup, which means I have to put up with my bloody relatives until then."

"It won't be that bad." She reassured him.

"Hermione, it's always that bad. You don't know the Dursley's like I do, you've never had to live with them-"

"And this is going to give me a chance to find out."

Harry was confused by Hermione's statement. "What?" Maybe he didn't understand her correctly.

"Since you're moving in with the Dursley's, so won't I!"

"What?" Harry asked. "There's no bloody way you're staying there."

Hermione breathed in deeply, not letting Harry's anger and frustration get the better of her. She knew he was being protective of her, like he always had been.

"Harry, in order to make this marriage work, we have to make Voldemort believe that we're married. And we can't do that if we are living in two separate houses."

She was right, she was always right. Hermione was always there to talk since into him, and think through each plan. Without her, nothing would have been possible, and the hint of hope that they could beat Voldemort wouldn't even be there.

"Look, Hermione, living with the Dursley's isn't a cup of butter beer."

"I know," Hermione told him. "But I can take it, I will."

Once again, Harry felt defeated. Changing Hermione's mind was almost impossible, even for him. "Okay, I guess we better get going then. Wait until the Dursley's see that I'm married, and I'm bringing my wife home to live with them."


"What do you think this is, boy, a bloody hotel? We can't be shacking up every girl you want to snog in this house." Uncle Vernon spat at both Hermione and Harry. How dare Harry bring another one of those people into his house?

"Mr. Dursley," Hermione started, talking to him calmly and quietly.

"Don't you dare talk to me, you bitch"

Harry shot her an apologetic look, sorry about the way his uncle was talking, and the tone he was speaking.

"Uncle Vernon, we have to stay here. You see, the magical world is danger-"

"And do you think I give a bloody hell about the magical world?"

Rational thought really wasn't doing any good here, for neither Mr. nor Mrs. Potter. That was about to change, though, because Hermione decided to resort to another way of persuasion.

Reaching inside the pocket of her muggle jeans, Hermione pulled out her wand. Taking a step toward Mr. Dursley, she flashed it in front of his face. She pointed it directly at his neck, just as she had did to Malfoy those many years ago.

"Don't you even think about holding that up to me, you bitch." Uncle Vernon said smartly. "I know you can't do magic outside of school, or else you'll get expelled just like Harry almost did."

An evil grin flashed over Hermione's features. "Are you sure about that? You see, I'm seventeen, which means I can do magic where ever, whenever, on whomever I please." With a flick of her wand, Hermione raised Mr. Dursley up off the ground, and started to raise him up and down, as if he was a toy that was as light as a feather.

"Put me down now, girl!" Uncle Vernon screamed.

Obeying his orders, Hermione released him back onto his two feet, even though she would have much rather flung him onto the ground. He was petrified, but Hermione was still as calm as ever.

"See, no howler, no crazy people showing up trying to take me away." She informed him, even though he had already observed this. "Now, I take it you are going to let us stay here, aren't you Mr. Dursley?"

Uncle Vernon was horrified. He felt powerless and weak, like he had no control over his own family or home. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but his mouth was dry, no sound was escaping it.

"Okay then," Hermione answered her own question, realizing Vernon was obviously incapable of answering it for himself.

Harry picked up his trunk with both hands and started to lead Hermione up the stairs to his room. Hermione, using her newly formed magic skills, had her trunk follow closely behind them. He opened the door, and led her inside the tight living corridors. He placed the trunk down on the floor, and Hermione followed in suit, putting hers right next to Harry's.

"It's really small in here." Harry told Hermione, unsure of how they were going to fit in the small room for the next few weeks.

Hermione began to enhance the room, using her wand and magical expertise to make it bigger, more suitable for the both of them. She also summoned an extra bed, that way husband and wife could sleep separately.

"Wow," Harry say, impressed by everything Hermione was doing. "You'll have to teach me some of those."

"Yeah, I really think that summoning a bed will really help you in the fight against Voldemort." She said sarcastically. "I put a spell on this bed, incase anyone comes in here, they won't be able to see it. This way, it will seem like we are sleeping together, like all married couples do, or are suppose to do that is."

Harry opened his trunk and leaned down to unpack his items from it.

"We're only going to be here for a few weeks," Hermione reminded him. "So you may want to leave your things in there."

"Yeah, I guess that's true." He agreed. As happy as Harry was to have company in this hell hole, he knew that Hermione had no idea exactly what she was getting herself into.

"Are you ready to spend the next few weeks locked up in here?" Harry quizzed her, not exaggerating at all.

"Sure"

That was a gear switch, Harry was trying so hard to get her to leave, and get away from his crazy relatives. But, no matter what, she wouldn't budge, she was going to stand by him, from now on, or at least until they defeated Voldemort.

AN-Thanks for reading, and sticking with this story throughout this long absence. This story is back to stay, I swear. I'm not going to abandon it.
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