Hermione smiled as she looked around the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. It was bright and alive, more so than she could even remember. She watched with a beaming grin as children ran past toward a large new shop, WWW? It was bright orange and purple, Hermione scanned the windows with interest. It appeared to be a huge joke shop, there was even a display of plushie death eaters in the windows! It appeared to her that at least something was right with the future, finally.

Suddenly the street was filled with thick smoke and hysterical screams. Gunfire echoed off the buildings and Hermione ran as quickly as she could for cover. It wasn't until she saw Harry and Draco running forward with a group of teenagers that she realized that she was dreaming. Looking towards the Leaky Cauldron she saw at least three dozen people with assault rifles and heavy black armor. She was momentarily confused until she remember that they snuck into the Alley at only ten with a thirteen year old muggle. Spells were being deflected off shields and the wizards and witches were being shot down or tackled to the ground and carted off. Muggles had invaded Diagon Alley.

"Bombarda MAXIMA" Draco screamed aiming his wand at the street in front of the muggles. Before her eyes the cobblestone road of Diagon Alley was but a cloud of dust and the armored muggles were flying through the air. 'Mione ran out from a store, two small children clinging to her skirt.

"We have to get out! The wards are down and I can't find anyone." 'Mione coughed into her hand as Draco grabbed onto her.

"We'll take them to the burrow." Harry said decisively, ignoring her outstretched hand to pick the youngest redheaded child. Hermione was quick to follow along while they seemingly abandoned the fight. Behind her more armored muggles were filing in through the broken portal. Wizards and witches of all ages were lying in the street, crying out for help only to be roughly captured and dragged away.

"But...Gin was right behind me." 'Mione's voice cracked as she hurried along behind them. The child on her hip hid her face in bushy brown curls while Draco kept a right arm around her waist.

"It's like you said, we need to get out. I don't know how the muggles did it but we need to leave. " Draco sighed, casting a worried glance back at the street. More gunfire was heard as Hermione followed the group into the joke shop.

"Mummy!" Cried the little girl in Harry's arms. Her face was stained with tears and her small body was wracked with sobs as she shook hysterically. Harry tried to console her, running his hands through her hair.

"Do you think what they said about the labs is true?" 'Mione asked quietly when they reached the fireplace. They walked right past a pretty witch with blue hair that was frantically waving her wand to reinforce the wards.

"I don't think Dudley would lie. I mean, the first decent thing he's ever done for his only cousin. I say we pack up and move to Black island. Fuck Britain. Fuck these wars. Fuck all of it. I don't want to fight again." Draco whispered harshly as he continued staring out the window. His grey eyes were hard as he watched the muggles dragging witches and wizards out of the shops, goblins were throwing customers onto the steps. Hermione couldn't believe what she was witnessing, she and her sisters always agreed that the magical community would be trampled if they ever angered the muggles.

"What about everyone else?" 'Mione hissed as Harry disappeared in burst of green flames with the little blonde girl in his arms.

"Let them come. I don't care. We are all orphans, as long as we live to see our wedding day I don't give a fuck." Draco snapped as he roughly grabbed her around the waist to pull her into the fireplace with him.

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Hermione sighed sadly while she recorded the fading remnants of her dream after carefully bottling it. Amelia was right, it would be fruitless to simply sit idly by while the world continued on around them. She was lucky to have such devoted people in her life and that Hogwarts wasn't equipped with telephones. Petunia had sent three harsh letters, but her words simply didn't have the same effect they would in person. Lily idly wondered if it was possible to charm the parchment for howlers so that their older sister would have the capability to really get her point across in the future. A shiver of dread went down her spine when she saw the gleam in her twins' eye. The fierce look of determination and mischief promised she would find a way and nothing could stop Lily Evans when she had a project in mind.

"'Lo gorgeous." James smiled brightly and immediately got down to his knees when Hermione and Lily descended the stairs with their bags filled to bursting with their books for the day. "'Fraid Pad had to take poor Moonpie to see the Great Gorgon of the Infirmary. So, it'll just be me to escort the lov-"

Lily cut off James long winded dramatics, even knocking her sister out of the way when she reached out to give her boyfriend his good morning kiss. James immediately scrambled to his feet, not wanting to be at the disadvantage when it came to an Evans witch. Her emerald eyes narrowed dangerously and her hand was already on her wand as she stood chest to chest with the Potter Heir. "What happened? Is he alright? Is he sick? Did he-What. Did. You. Do?"

"Blimey!" James took a few hurried steps back with his hands in the air with wide eyes. Hermione just sighed impatiently, rubbing her growling stomach. "He's fine, moon's tonight."

Lily's entire demeanor relaxed and she let out a breath of relief before she raised her wand to his nose. "Why didn't you just say so?"

"Lils." Hermione rolled her eyes and reached out to force her sister's wand arm down in exasperation. "I like his face so if you could not hex him where it will show? You know he'll just blame it on me to get sympathy."

"Oi!" James exclaimed, his hazel eyes wide as he turned to his girlfriend with an incredulous expression. "You should be defending my honor! You know, challenging her to a du- you like my face?"

Unfortunately, Lily was not amused by the besotted grin on James Potter's face as he lunged past her to grab Hermione. "Merlin's lacy knickers! Could you just tell m-"

"What all this yelling for?" A deep voice cut her off and she turned to find Remus standing in the portrait hole with a raised brow. Sirius bounded past him, looking first to the frustrated Lily to where James had Hermione wrapped in his arms giving her an enthusiastic morning greeting.

"Grrroup hug!" Sirius exclaimed, rushing forward and smashing Lily into the oblivious couple, sending them all onto the plush sofa. It wasn't long before Lily disentangled herself so that she could launch herself at Remus, leaving the trio to greet each other behind them.

"Are you alright?" Lily whispered urgently, her delicate hands fluttering over his scarred cheeks. Her bright eyes counted each one, not finding any new while her boyfriend was frozen been amusement and confusion. Although, there was an uncommon warmth that spread through his chest at her gentle touches.

"I'm fine." Remus stated soothingly, capturing her small hands between his own and pulling her to his chest. He rested his chin on her head and watched as somehow James and Hermione pinned Sirius to the sofa and were concentrating on mussing his perfect hair.

"I just worry and bloody Potter didn't help, being the bloody to-" Lily fumed when she was once again cut off.

"What did I miss?" Peter's voice cut through the laughter and chatter of the common room. The smallest of the sixth year boys looked between his best friends and the Evans twins with a frown.

While Sirius had whole heartedly taken the advice of his betrothed and distanced himself from the fourth marauder. Remus and James were not quite so quick to just cut ties from their friend and dorm mate of six years. Peter worshipped the ground James walked on while making sure that Remus always had a stash of chocolate frogs after the moon. The Black Heir learned from birth to trust his instincts and Hermione's instincts had saved not only his life but maybe his adoptive parents as well. If James and Remus weren't ready to accept it than Sirius would just need to make sure he was extra vigilant for the boys he considered his brothers.

"The usual Wormy." James flashed him a bright, lopsided smile before gesturing with his head to join them. "Trying to figure out the magic of Paddie's hair."