This story is a repost from KaliMione77. It has been more fleshed out and updated.

I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in the world that J. K. Rowling. I just enjoy messing with her characters a little!

Thoughts are in Italics.

Fleur sat down next to me on the comfortable, yet fashionable couch. She wrapped her arms around me and smoothed my hair. "Hermione, Harry will come around. He is just in shock."

Bill looked at his wife like she had grown a second head. She shot him a glare and he said, "Let's get a good night rest. Things might not look so miserable in the morning."

The morning did not look any brighter. The rain beat down on the sandy lawn. It streamed down the window panes very much like that tears were streaming down my cheeks.

The mornings that followed continued in much the same way. Some mornings there was rain, but some mornings there were just tears streaming down. I forced myself to go to work, but I ended up staring out of my window overlooking the Gringott's banking floor.

After a couple of weeks, I could not even force myself out of bed. Bill made excuses for me at work. I just stared at the ceiling above my borrowed bed. As I stared, I thought about how I could have done this to Harry, how could I have ripped away a family that he didn't even know about. How could I do that to someone I love?

"Has she moved at all today? Is she doing any better?" Bill asked to the group of ladies huddled around the kitchen table in Shell Cottage. None of the four women answered, but I knew at least one of them shook their head no when Bill plopped into a chair and whispered, "Oh."

I huffed lightly because their answer wasn't completely true. I had stopped fighting them when to move me or dress me over the past week. I didn't have the energy to fight anymore. I had actually swallowed a potion or two earlier on my own without Hannah helping by rubbing my throat. Hannah had caught me getting myself a glass of orange juice and made me swallow the potions before I retreated again. Plus, when Fleur, Kate, Luna, and Hannah, left me alone for twenty minutes by going to pick ingredients from the garden, I flooed to the house I had for a short time called home. I had quickly and quietly run up to the bedroom. I cast the strongest itching charm that I could muster on the sheets and ran back to the floo like I had never moved from the couch.

Their conversation interrupted my musings.

Fleur asked her husband, "Did he let you see him today?"

"He blocked me from even landing on the front stoop." Bill answered dejectedly. "I am afraid we are all going to have to band together to break through the wards he has put up around Grimmauld Place. Hermione taught him too well those months that they were on the run."

I could picture Katie stopping rubbing her swollen stomach to lean her elbows on the table as she spoke. "Winky and I came up with a rough plan while the children were taking naps this afternoon."

"Oh, no!" Fleur interrupted. "You have been spending way too much time with that husband of yours."

"Hilarious." Katie retorted. "Back to the idea, what if someone sends him a distress signal to draw him out?"

"Katie, I know that you mean well, but…" Bill started to say.

Then, Katie's hand slapped the table. "Listen to me. We send a patronus into Grimmauld Place with a message that someone is in danger."

Hannah interrupted her. "It sounds like you have a couple of flaws in your plan. None of us are in danger. He will hate us for lying to him."

Luna's newborn son gave a small burp as she added to the discussion. "He can't be angry if it is the truth."

"We are not putting someone in danger just to draw Harry out of his self imposed isolation." Fleur exclaimed.

"Luna is right. A distress signal could be the truth right now." Bill stated calmly.

"How so?" Hannah inquired.

"Hermione is in danger in a way. Luna and I can see it."

Fleur, Katie, and Hannah's faces were probably flicking back and forth between the blonde and the ginger trying to gain understanding.

Luna answered first as she stood, scraping her chair on the floor. "Hermione is losing her magical power which is draining her physically." She said before cooing to her daughter after nestling her in the basinet setting in the corner.

"She is what?" Katie asked dumbfounded.

"Oh, my. It is very hard to come back from that if it is true." Hannah added seemingly to herself. "I only read a couple of case studies when I was a healer-in-training."

"Ron noticed that her magic is getting weaker as well." When the room stayed silent, Bill explained. "She flooed over to Ron's place and cast an itching charm on their old bed."

"You are in contact with Ron after what he did to Hermione." Fleur said sounding outraged. "You almost disowned Hermione when you had only guessed that she cheated on him. His betrayal is part of the reason Hermione is getting weaker."

"Healer Pye has been kind enough to keep me updated on Ron's visits to the outpatient ward." Bill stated. "He was a couple of years below me at Hogwarts. I used to tutor him in Transfiguration."

"Oh, well that is fine." Fleur said calming her French passionate side quickly. Then, she snapped in surprise. "Hermione has been sneaking out of the house."

"Hermione sneaking out of the house is understandable. Who really wants to be babysat by four of their best hen friends and their husbands?" Hannah said half thoughtfully. "But the real problem is her magic is leaving her."

"I think it might…" Luna started.

Katie quickly interrupted her. "Luna, for the love of Merlin, please does not say that nargles or a crumpled horned snorkack or a moon frog or a blibbering humdinger or a gulping plimpy or anything else is stealing her magic."

"I wasn't going to say any of those. I was going to say that Hermione's magic, like all of ours, is tied to her emotions." Luna said in a matter of fact tone. "She needs to see Harry. What happened between them needs to be fixed by them or Hermione might suffer irreparable damage."

"Wow! That was quite intelligent, Luna." Bill said dumbfounded.

"I was in Ravenclaw." Luna answered cheerily back. "Besides, Exploding Snabberwitches are the only animals that are thieves."

"There is the Luna we all know and love." I said accidently out loud.

All of the chairs scrapped against the wood floor of the kitchen as the five adults rushed to see if I had really talked for the first time in two weeks.

Bill and Fleur knelt down in front of me.

"Hermione…" Bill started softly.

I weakly waved my hand to cut him off. "So, is the plan to send Harry a distress signal still the only option?"

The four women and Bill slowly nodded their heads.

"Well, if we can get Professor McGonagall on board, I think I might have a new plan."

Author's Note~

Hermione's plan takes place in the next post. It will be up in the next day or two. It has already been re-edited.

DuckiBelle