A/N: I love all of you and your lovely reviews I uploaded the last chapter and went to sleep and when I woke up I saw about 20 reviews I love you so much!

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December 1995.

As soon as Hermione reached her room, she locked herself inside and started crying.

She couldn't even bear the thought of losing her dad, and if he fought against Voldemort, it meant nearly sure death. She had to stop him from it, but he was just so goddamn stubborn!

"Hermione?" Harry's voice asked from the other side of the door.

"Leave me alone!" she called through her sobs.

"You know we're not going to do that, Mione," Ron said.

"Just go away!"

"Well, like it or not, this is my room as well and I'm coming in," Ginny declared as she opened the door.

Hermione's eyes rose to meet her best friends' before she immediately looked away.

Dean used to be my best friend, she thought. Things were so simple back then. When did my life become so complicated?

"What happened?" Harry asked her, sitting next to her on the bed.

"Nothing," Hermione sniffed.

"It isn't nothing if you're crying," Ron informed her. "Come on, Mione. We heard the screams all the way up to our room."

"Come on, Hermione," Ginny said. "You know you can tell us everything, right?"

Hermione buried her face in her pillow as she responded to her friends' questions, making her words muffled into each other. "M'dad wants to fight 'gainst Vold'mort."

A sad look of understanding crossed Ron and Ginny's faces.

"We know what it's like, Hermione," Ron said carefully. "Our parents are fighting, too. Look what just happened to our dad – we know how dangerous it is. But… they know the risks, as well. They're choosing it."

"I don't want him to choose it," Hermione said, raising her head to look at him. "He's the only thing I've got – Voldemort has already killed everyone on my mother's side and his side died before I was born. I don't have this big family. He's all I've got."

"I know," Harry said. "And you know how scared I am that something would happen to Remus or Sirius. But if they weren't willing to fight… they wouldn't be the people we love so much, would they?"

"War is hard," Ginny said. "And despite how much they try to keep us in the dark – to keep us kids – we know we're at war. The number of people who believe You-Know-Who's back is small enough as it is, let alone people willing to fight him."

"He's my dad," Hermione repeated.

"And if he found out all that was going on and wasn't willing to fight, what would you have thought?"

Hermione sighed as gloom realization came upon her. "I would have wondered if he was ever the man I thought him to be," she admitted.

She knew they were right. She knew that it wasn't like Bobby to hear everything that was going on and decide to sit aside and let other people risk their lives. Not him, who had spent most of his life fighting the evil this world had within it. He wouldn't let anybody, let alone the man who had personally killed her mother, do as he pleased and hurt innocent people.

"Why must it all be so hard?" she asked nobody in particular.

"I don't know," Harry said. "But what I do know is that your dad loves you, and cares about you. That is why he wants to fight, as well. Could you really be mad at him for that?"

Sighing again, Hermione rose from her bed and started making her way downstairs. Harry, Ron and Ginny joined her as Ron took his place besides her and she grabbed his hand for comfort. They reached the kitchen where Bobby and Sirius were still sitting and having a small, quiet argument.

As soon as they noticed the presence of the four additional people in the kitchen, the hunter and the Animagus stopped and looked at them. Bobby eyed the hands Ron and Hermione were holding suspiciously, causing Ron to immediately drop his grip. Then, he looked at his daughter.

He could clearly see the marks tears had left on her face, and the way she seemed to be holding herself together ever so fragilely. Her comment at the end of their argument hurt like a knife into his heart – she had never called him sir before, and the similarities between her and Dean at that moment hurt him, as they put him as if he were in John's place.

He never thought that the way John was raising the boys was good. They were supposed to be children, not soldiers, for heaven's sake! But the more he learned about everything his Mya has been through in the last couple of years, the more he realized that even though he had never raised her to be a soldier, this is what she had become.

She was fighting a war. There were people after her head – the same people that were after her mother's head and he knew he would die if Hermione's story would ended the same way.

She was all he had – she and the boys. He didn't think he would make it if anything had happened to her.

"Mya," he said, cursing himself at the way his voice broke at the word.

"Dad," she replied, and he took small comfort at the fact she wasn't calling him 'sir' any more.

"I was just talking to Sirius, and I think we've reached a solution to the… problem we had."

Her hand immediately darted out and grabbed Ron's again, pressing it as if her life depended on his presence by her side.

"What is it?" she asked, her voice shaking like the rest of her body.

He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Luckily, Sirius was quick to respond.

"After Voldemort's return will be accepted by the public, there are going to be more attacks, especially against Muggleborns," he said. "Bobby can't leave the States for a very long time, since many hunters depend on him for their covers or for help during hunts. We were trying to figure out a way for him to help from there, and I think we've found it."

"We'll send the Muggleborns to the States, and they could hide there," Bobby explained. "The Order believes that Voldemort would make sure he's got Britain under his control before he'll try to take the rest of the world."

"That means that unless things get hectic, they should be safe in the States," Sirius finished. "Even if they have children, the Trace doesn't work there, so –"

"Hold on a moment!" Hermione said, raising her hand. "The Trace doesn't work back home? That means I could've used magic all this time?"

A smile broke on Bobby's face. Focusing on this small detail, out of their entire plan – that was typical Hermione and he was glad that even if she was still mad at him, he got to see that.

"The fact that the Ministry doesn't know doesn't mean I will allow it," he said.

"But if you don't know either…" She smiled mischievously.

Bobby stopped to look at Sirius. "You've created a monster," he told him.

"Wait," Harry said, addressing Bobby and bringing the conversation back to where it started. "What's your plan?"

"I have a lot of contacts back home," he said. "Once we managed to get in touch with the American Minister of Magic, we can make sure people would be safe there."

"And Bobby could work from home," Sirius said. "We can set up wards so that no magical being could come anywhere near his house without express permission from one of you. He could help with the war effort, and still be protected."

"He'll be safe?" Hermione asked, tears rising to her eyes.

"I'll be safe, Mya," Bobby told her. "They won't be able to get to me."

June 1996.

But even though the Death Eaters couldn't get to Bobby, they could still get to Harry and, by extension, Hermione.

They were running in the Department of Mysteries after they were lured into a trap. Somewhere along the way, they were separated from the others and now couldn't find Ron, Ginny and Luna.

They were blindly running into different rooms, battling the Death Eaters and doing everything they could to simply make it alive and live another day.

They found everyone again in the room with the veil. The Death Eaters were there, as well, and they held them all at wand point while Lucius Malfoy told Harry to bring him the prophecy.

"Don't do it, Harry!" Hermione called and the Death Eater that held her pulled her hair, extracting a yelp out of her mouth.

The movement caused something to shift against her belt, and now her hand was just in reach of the knife that was hidden there. She extracted it and put it into the Death Eater's thigh just as the Order arrived.

Now, she was free again, but she couldn't find her wand. It was thrown away earlier, and she felt helpless without it. She grabbed the Death Eater's wand, thinking that it was better than nothing, and cringed as the feeling of black magic passed through her.

But she had no time for that.

Looking around the room, she sighed in relief as she didn't see her father, deciding he was probably away and safe.

Curses were all around her, and she cast a couple of her own to help her friends get free, ignoring the feeling the dark wand gave her. She saw Tonks dueling Bellatrix and falling off, and sent a shield charm to keep her safe right before a curse hit her right in the chest.

Her scream was short-lived before she lost consciousness.

When she woke up, she found herself in the Hospital Wing. Her entire body burned and when she tried to speak, only a hoarse whimper left her mouth. Before she could do anything, Madam Pomfrey ran to her side.

"Drink this," she ordered, handing the girl a dark purple potion.

"What happened?" Hermione croaked once she obeyed.

"A very powerful spell hit you," the Matron told her. "Luckily, it was nonverbal, but it still caused a great deal of damage."

"Is everybody okay?" Hermione asked. "Ron, Harry, Ginny… Neville and Luna… are they alright?"

A dark, sad look crossed Madam Pomfrey's face. "The Headmaster will be here shortly," she said, walking away.

Said Headmaster, in the meanwhile, was trying to calm down a very distressed hunter, halfway around the world.

"What d'you mean I can't come see her?" Bobby asked. "She's my daughter!"

"Your daughter, who is currently at a castle surrounded by countless anti-Muggles spells," Dumbledore said calmly. "You can't even see the castle, let alone visit it."

"She's hurt!" Bobby called. "I need to see her – I need to make sure she's okay."

"I guarantee you that Poppy will make sure Hermione is alright," Dumbledore said. "In the meanwhile, we have matters to discuss."

"I can't discuss any matters until I know how she is!"

"She is alive," the old wizard said. "And, physically, she will be fine."

"Physically?" Bobby asked.

"You know the price of war, Mr. Singer," Dumbledore said. "And you must know that, sometimes…"

Realization crossed Bobby's face. "Who died?" he asked in a small voice, scared of what the answer might be.

"Sirius," Dumbledore replied, and Bobby had to sit down because he was afraid his feet wouldn't be able to hold him anymore.

"No," he whispered. "No, it can't be… Sirius?"

"I'm afraid so," Dumbledore said. "Now, in the coming weeks, Harry is going to desperately need Ron and Hermione, and Hermione will need you. During the time Sirius spent here and Hermione spent in Grimmauld Place, he had become more than simply her best friend's Godfather – he became a friend to her."

"I…" Bobby's breath hitched. "I'm gonna need to tell John, Dean and Sammy. They… When is the funeral?"

"There is no body to bury," Dumbledore admitted. "And even if there was, bringing Muggles along isn't a good idea – not unless they know of our world."

"They don't," Bobby said. "They don't, and for a good reason. Oh, god. Sirius… What am I gonna do?"

"There will be two more weeks until Hermione will be home," Dumbledore said. "You have that long to prepare yourself for everything she might need. I had managed to contact the American Minister last month, so now that Voldemort is out in the open we will start to transfer people to here."

Bobby nodded curtly, signaling his understanding. "Anything else?" he asked.

"Not at the moment, but…" Dumbledore hesitated before resuming. "Things will get harder from now on. The war is progressing and Hermione is at the heart of the storm. She will grow up very quickly during the coming years, but she will still need her father."

"I'll be there for her," Bobby said without hesitation. "I always will."

"I know you will," Dumbledore said. "And that is why I ask you – when the time will come and she will need you to let her go, please do. Some parts of this journey, she will have to go through without you."

And with that, Dumbledore took off, leaving Bobby sitting on the couch and wondering how much the Headmaster knew, and how much was he hiding.