Raising Phoenix

by VioletIvoire

Hermione felt a sharp pain in her chest slice through her exhaustion and woke with a gasp..."I have to leave, quickly," Hermione said..."Why, what's wrong?" Harry asked..."My parents," was all Hermione said...

14. Deletions from the Story

Scenes I deleted from the storyline, and other scenes that I played with before I cut them out… and of course, what was supposed to have been the original plot…

This chapter of deletions is unedited… very unedited… O.O …

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Summary

Hermione's parents raise Phoenix Cyprian Malfoy as their own to hide him from Voldemort. After the war, Hermione disappears from the Hogwarts when she learns of her parents' deaths in Australia and takes Phoenix to Virginia to live because she genuinely thinks he's her brother after Professor Snape and Dumbledore altered her memories when he was born.

She meets Spencer Reid when he and his partner come to her tea shop to ask questions about their suspect and victim who might have met there in one of her tea classes. They continue talking and eventually become closer and Hermione gradually meets the rest of Spencer's coworkers and becomes a part of their family.

One day Hotch pulls Spencer into his office to show him a file sent to all policing authorities around the world. Spencer opens the file to see Hermione and Phoenix listed as missing persons. He reads that the Malfoy family has the world searching for Hermione and her brother, who isn't her brother, but she doesn't know it because of personal circumstances between the Malfoys and Grangers.

The Malfoys want their son back after learning of the deaths of the Doctors Granger.

After one of Hermione's classes, she notices Spencer waiting for her at the back of the room, but he doesn't look happy, he looks sad.

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Battle at Hogwarts…

"Lucius," Voldemort hissed. "You dare turn against me?"

"He dares."

Hermione gasped as Harry pulled her up and shoved her against Mister Malfoy before stepping in front of them.

"Thought you got rid of me, did you?" Harry asked cheekily.

"I thought you were smarter!" Mister Malfoy hissed at Hermione as he pulled her away from the duel everyone had stopped to watch. Hermione nearly tripped over Bellatrix Lestrange's corpse and Mister Malfoy smirked. "Finally got the bitch back."

"What?" Hermione asked, dazed by her friend, alive and breathing and duelling with Voldemort.

Then…finally…it was over.

It was all over and Harry turned to Hermione and glared.

"Are you crazy, Hermione?" He asked before the crowd could even let out one whoop of joy. "He was going to kill you! He was this close until Lucius Malfoy saved you!"

Figuring out how Hermione and Spencer will meet…

"Do you see her?" A man with light brown hair asked his excited companion.

"Rossi said her and her brother would be coming from this gate," a perky blonde woman answered as she looked at the picture Rossi had given them to find her. "Hold up the sign higher, Reid!"

"My arms are tired," Reid said with a sigh, but did as she demanded.

"Look Mine!" A small boy shouted. "He has our name too!"

"That's our name, Phoe," the young woman answered, "but they must mean someone else."

"That's them!" Reid's companion squealed and shot off after them. "You must be Hermione and Phoenix," she started when she caught them up. "I'm Penelope Garcia and this slow poke is Doctor Spencer Reid," she introduced herself and her companion. "Your brother is just so cute!" She squealed.

"Rossi sent us," Doctor Reid explained to Hermione when he saw she looked wary of them. "He was held up at the office with writing up the last report. He told us to tell you that 'the stars and Shakespeare must have come to an agreement to bring you and the little star his way'."

Hermione relaxed before shaking his hand and kindly greeting Penelope.

"We're taking you to the office, Rossi said he'll be done with his reports a few minutes after we arrive," Penelope explained as Doctor Reid kindly took their luggage and helped relieve Hermione's shoulders of her brother.

"Do you work with Grandpapa Dave too?" Phoenix asked Doctor Reid as he lowered him onto his feet.

"I do," Reid answered. "So does Garcia."

"Is my Grandpapa not the coolest?" Phoenix asked. "I want to be just like him when I grow up! I can be just as brave like Mine and Grandpapa!"

"I'm sure you can," Doctor Reid replied with a smile. "All in good time, little man."

The drive to Quantico was full of Penelope chattering and asking Hermione questions about her favourite parts of the places they travelled, which Phoenix was happy to answer also when Hermione's answers were too vague for him. Hermione happily handed her obviously more social brother the reigns to the conversation and soon had Penelope Garcia listed on his long list of admirers throughout the world.

"Why do you feel exposed?" Reid asked her while he kept his eyes on the road.

Hermione looked at him as he studied her in his rear-view mirror before answering, "I am sure you can figure that out in time." Her reply was a tempting offer that he silently took her up on while Garcia busily chatted with Phoenix like they were two old friends. "May I ask what you are a Doctor of?"

"Ah," Doctor Reid cleared his throat. "Chemistry, Mathematics, and Engineering."

"It must have been fulfilling," Hermione said softly as she stared out the window.

"Obtaining my degrees?" Doctor Reid asked as he stared at her while stopped at a red light.

Hermione noticed his gaze and looked at him, then gave him a simple answer, "Yes."

"It was," he said with a soft smile.

"Do you miss it?" She inquired. "Going to University?" She clarified.

"I do," he replied, "but I find my job satisfying too."

"I can see how," Hermione said softly, not meaning to be heard, but he did hear and was quiet the rest of their journey.

..

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"Hmm," she hummed as she looked at her watch. "I'm sorry love, but not for another hour."

"How long is an hour?" He slightly whined as he rubbed his head.

"Are you feeling unwell today?" She asked him with concern.

"My head hurts," he said quietly.

"Perhaps it is better that we go home," she murmured as she helped her charge out of his chair and lifted him in her arms.

He quickly stood up with them and was quick to catch her when she nearly tripped over someone's forgotten book. He knew it wasn't theirs, but the few people before them that had used the table.

"Thank you," she said quietly as he steadied her. "I should have remembered to pick up Mister Webster," she said with an amused smile."

"No problem," he said quickly as he removed is hand from her brother back and frowned at the coolness of the library on his hot skin. "I think your…um…child has a high fever."

She quickly felt the back of her brother's neck and frowned at how warm it was.

"I should have noticed before now," she said as she quickly gathered their things and shoved them into a small backpack.

"I think it must came on," he said. "I was, um kind of paying attention when he was reading to you."

"I hope we didn't disturb you," she said worriedly as she started heading for the doors.

He quickly gathered his papers and books before rushing after her as he shoved them into his bag.

"You didn't really," he said as he held the library doors open for her. "Are you taking the bus?" He asked as they headed in that direction.

"I am not licensed to drive," she replied.

"Listen," he said. "You charge obviously needs a fever reducer or the hospital," he pointed out. "Allow me to drive you home or to the hospital."

She bit her lip for a moment before replying, "I hardly know you, I am sorry."

"I understand," he said after a moment and pulled out a few keys and handed them to her. "Take my car instead. He's sweating now and seriously needs help."

She seemed conflicted for a moment before taking his keys.

"How about I drive?" She suggested.

"I'm fine with that," he answered as he led her toward the parked cars. "I'm Reid," he introduced himself as they headed toward a small, ancient Volkswagen. "Doctor Spencer Reid."

"I am Hermione Granger," she said as she unlocked the driver's door after he pointed out the key to her, "and this is my brother, Phoenix Granger."

"Here," the doctor said as he climbed into the passenger seat and opened his arms. "Allow me to hold him," he said softly.

She hesitated before handing Phoenix over to him and entering the car.

"Okay," she breathed and started the car and slowly back out.

"You have driving experience?" Doctor Reid asked.

She smiled at him wryly as they pulled out onto the road.

"Honestly," she said as she bit her lip and stopped at a red light then looked over at him. "I have mainly observed until today," she answered. "Wish me luck driving on the wrong side of the road?" She asked just as the light turned green.

He gulped and tightened his seatbelt as she applied pressure to the gas and they shot off faster than she expected.

"The brake is the pedal to your left," he reminded her.

She tapped on it and they lurched forward while the tyres from a car behind them screeched as they tried to gain friction on the pavement.

"So it is," Hermione said as she applied the gas again, but at a more moderate level.

"Hospital is five minutes that way," he pointed at a turn a few yards ahead of them.

"How hot does my brother feel?" she asked.

"His sweat is soaking through his clothes," he said. "I'd say it's pretty high."

"How is he doing?" Hermione asked worriedly as she focused.

"Take this

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He listened as her fading British lilt read to the young child in her lap and smiled at the laughs, gasps, and exclamations fell from the boy's lips. A smile crossed his face as he found himself paying more attention to the two of them in the aisle next to him than the books surrounding his table.

She did her best to do different voices for the young boy to enthral him with the story and make him feel a part of the story himself. He knew she helped him feel like the story was coming to life.

They finished sooner than he wanted them to and she led the small boy to a table beside her.

"Hmm, let us see," she hummed. "What is in the lesson plans for today

"I'm going to tell Grandpapa you're not using grammatical contractions again," the boy teased her.

"Grandpapa already knows I refuse to use contractions when he is not around," she replied. "Ah, yes. Today is Reading, but I have already read to you, mon cheri, now it is your turn to read to me."

"I picked out a book already!" He quietly exclaimed as he wiggled excitedly in his seat

"Thank you for continuing to use your inside voice, Phoe, now read what you can and I will help."

"It was a windy, windy?" He asked.

"Read a few more words, cheri," she prompted.

"…and st-ro, st-or-my, stormy, stormy day," he started.

"What do you supposed they are talking about?" She asked.

"Stormy, stormy," he said slowly. "The weather! It was a windy and stormy day," he reread aloud while she smiled at him softly and patiently corrected and helped him along with the bigger words and those horrible silent letters. "When are we meeting Grandpapa, Mine?" he asked after finishing his story.

"As soon as we are done with your lessons," Mine said with a smile.

"I thought today was only reading!" He whinged.

"Are you anxious for your playdate?" She asked.

"I can't wait!" He said excitedly as he bounced around in his seat.

"Well," Mine drawled. "What do you say we practice writing a few words today, then we can leave as soon as we are finished?" She suggested.

"Aw," he whinged again. "Why is writing so important?" He asked.

"Let me ask you this, Phoe," Mine said in an auspicious voice. "Did you enjoy reading from The Hobbit?" She asked. "Or this book you picked out to read to me?"

"I did," Phoe answered slowly.

"Do you think the Authors could have written them if they did not know how to write?" Mine asked.

"Okay," Phoe said. "You got me."

Mine softly laughed and he smiled behind his book as he discreetly watched the two of them from the top of his book. She slid a book of penmanship paper to Phoe and helped him with his writing and pronunciation of the new words he was learning.

He wondered how smart Phoe was.

Most children his age were barely learning the alphabet and learning to count numbers, yet the young, maybe five-year-old boy was learning words and he spied some maths papers in the backpack sitting open behind his chair.

Someone crossed directly behind the two of them and his brows gathered together when the same backpack was disturbed. He quickly stood up, along with Mine, which was obviously a pet name for the young woman, and grabbed the stranger, stopping them from leaving.

"That does not belong to you," the young woman stole the words right from his own mouth, but he meant to say, 'That's not yours.'

"I don't know what you're talking about," the man said, struggling to release the grip on his arm.

"Hand back whatever you took and we won't call the police to settle this," he said to the man.

"You're both crazy!" The man yelled as he struggled more.

He nodded at Mine to go ahead and call the police and she quickly dialled the number while he struggled to keep the obviously larger man contained. He managed to dislodge a photo album from the man's jacket and Mine quickly grabbed it and held onto it, along with Phoe's hand as the young boy looked on with wide eyes.

"What's going on here?" A Librarian shrieked gathering a larger crowd to attention.

"He stole from her, Ma'am," he answered. "I'm holding him here until the police arrive."

"Well take it outside!" She yelled. "I don't need this noise in my library!"

A few people scoffed while he continued to keep the man detained.

"You should watch yourself," Mine said in a low voice to the Librarian. "Someone might think you were working with him," she said motioning her head toward them. He finally slipped some handcuffs on the man and pinned him to the floor with a knee.

The noticed the Liberian suspiciously pale and he became determined to look into her when he left the library, and the man he was currently arresting.

The Liberian was questionably accommodating after Mine spoke up about her suspicion, and even more accommodating after the Head Librarian arrived to see what was happening. The police arrived a few seconds after and read the man his rights before taking him away.

"I'll take her statement," he said to one of the officers and showed him his identification. "It'll be on your desk by 7 this evening." He turned to Mine after he had exchanged business cards. "Allow me to escort you home?" He asked.

"Oh, well…" she said uncertainly.

"I'm Phoenix," the young boy introduced himself.

"I'm Spencer," he replied. "How about we get you and your…" he waited for her to fill in for him, but it was Phoenix who did so.

"Sister," he said.

"Hermione," she replied quietly. "Phoenix and I can get home just fine," she finally said.

"I know you can," he answered, "But I did promise Sergeant Gordon a statement." He paused. "Would you prefer to give it here or at headquarters?" He asked.

"How about the tea shop on the corner?" She suggested. "It is a very nice and quiet place with adequate privacy."

"Sure," Spencer agreed. "I'm just going to call a co-worker on my team. I think she can gain some insight from what I might miss since I'm not a parent myself, but you obviously noticed something about Mrs. Nartey that I didn't, and I'm a regular here."

She was cautious for a moment, which was understandable under the circumstances, but agreed to having him call his co-worker. Phoenix chattered about small things while they walked toward the tea shop Hermione recommended and smiled with amusement at his comments and views of everyone and everything around him.

'Phoenix is very smart for his age,' he thought and lightly blushed when he realised he said it to her instead of just thinking to himself.

"He is," she agreed with a small smile. "It is nothing less than I expected of him. I was the same way when I was his age."

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"What a welcome home present."

Hermione half screamed while Phoenix shouted, "Grandpapa!" then jumped down from the window seat and ran toward Dave.

Dave tucked his mobile back into his pocket while winking at Hermione and Spencer before gathering Phoenix in his arms.

"You're home early!" Phoenix laughed.

"I wanted to finish up so I can see my favourite grandson and granddaughter," Dave said as he stared between Hermione and Spencer. "How're you doing, Reid?" He asked curiously.

"Mia's your granddaughter?" Spencer asked.

"Dave claimed us," Hermione smiled as she greeted Dave with a kiss on the cheek. "I'll warm up dinner for you."

"No need," Dave answered. "Hotch might want some though."

"Hotch is here too?" Spencer asked.

"Right behind Rossi," Hotch replied.

"This is how you knew my title," Spencer said to Hermione.

"I didn't put it together at first," Hermione replied. "When I asked you where you worked…"

"That gave it away," Spencer finished.

"Yes," Hermione replied.

"Did you finish up your report?" Aaron asked Spencer.

"I was going back to headquarters to do that," Spencer replied.

"I invited Spencer to dinner and offered him a place to nap before going back to work," Hermione explained to Aaron.

"You did that without know who he is?" Dave asked.

"I knew who he was at the time," Hermione responded. "I figured it out

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Spencer's car may have been old, but it was a classic and he took very good care of his car.

"How long have you had this car?" Garcia curiously asked.

"I drove it out here from Las Vegas," Reid answered. "It was my Grandmother's graduation gift to my mom when she earned her degree in Literature."

Garcia spent the last few minutes of the ride singing along to the radio and silently observing her friend. He seemed to be calm underneath the mask he usually wore when he was in the company of the team, but she could tell there was an air of impatience as he hurried to his friend's home. He tried hard to bury that patience behind his mental walls, but it showed in his driving.

Reid seemingly ignored her as she discreetly observed him until he turned his head and looked at her knowingly.

"Come on, Genius!" She laughed. "You're leaving me hanging out here all on my own! Sing, Reid, Sing!" She reached over and turned up the radio more and sang out the lyrics she knew until her partner in crime sang along with her.

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"Tell me you hid a few in the freezer," Dave whispered to Hermione.

"Two of each for you," Hermione replied.

"You're a doll, Mia," he replied as he watched his colleagues fight over two plates that had previously been hiding behind a larger than necessary salad bowl. "You hid them on purpose," Dave laughed.

"If only to create this scene," Hermione laughed.

"If you keep spoiling us like this we're all going to be suspended until we lose ten pounds," Emily said to Hermione when she escaped everyone with a few prizes

"Oh. My. God." JJ moaned as she bit into a turnover. "Bring on that suspension because I can happily gain ten if this is what I'm getting fat on."

Date night went differently here…

He swore before attempting to pull the ring off his finger, but it stayed, as if it were glued to his skin.

It had to be an hallucination. A nice hallucination that he wanted to remember forever.

He tugged at Hermione's ring and found hers was just as stuck as his, but she stirred and he slowly moved off her and she moaned at the loss of him. He already wanted to be back inside her, to stay there forever, but it was time for dinner and she needed to get back to Phoenix.

"Mi," Spencer said quietly as he ran his fingers across her soft, pale cheek "It's time for dinner."

"I feel like skipping it," Hermione tiredly replied, then yawned behind her palm.

"I worked so hard on it," he responded with a small smile.

"It would be very rude of me to refuse," she said apologetically.

"It wasn't really that hard," Spencer chuckled and moved with her as she sat up.

"I will want to taste your hard work though," Hermione said as she grabbed her dress and pulled it on.

Spencer pulled on his shirt and trousers then showed her into the kitchen where the table was set with more candles and various fruits and two covered place settings side by side.

"Chicken parmesan," Spencer said as he lifted the cover on one plate. The steam rose and the scent of the food filled the kitchen. He pulled out her chair and adjusted it before taking the seat next to her.

Hermione bit into the food and closed her eyes as she chewed. He silently watched her, anxious for her reaction.

"It's amazing," she said quietly and opened her eyes.

…

A different Abduction

"Harry!" Luna Lovegood called after him as she ran up the steps in Grimmauld Place. He quickly stepped out of the library, followed by Professor Snape.

Luna's eyes were glowing with excitement as she ran up to them and struggled to catch her breath. Harry stared at her in amazement. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips pinker than they usually were.

"L-Luna," Harry stuttered and tried his best not to glare at Snape's knowing smirk. "What is it?" He finally asked. "Is everything alright?"

"U-n-belie-va-ble," she breathed out.

"Unbelievable?" Harry asked.

Professor Snape finally rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at Luna and she could finally breathe again.

"So many steps," she murmured. "The Department of Mys-"

"Yes, yes," Professor Snape interrupted. "What is the reason for this disturbance? What is unbelievable?"

"Hermione has been living in America," Luna said. "With an FBI agent."

"What!" Harry yelled. "She's been found?" He asked as he grabbed Luna's upper arms and slightly shook her before hugging her hard. Luna had been almost a replacement for Hermione, but she lacked Hermione's quirks, her golden eyes, and wildly curly hair.

"I will notify Lucius immediately," Professor Snape said as he stepped around them and hastened to the drawing room floo.

"Harry," Luna said. "There's more. The American Ministry…they have some more information on Hermione."

"What?" Harry asked, but Mister and Mrs. Malfoy's voices disturbed him and he ran down to see what the commotion was.

Mister Malfoy was holding his sobbing wife as they talked with Severus and Mister Malfoy smiled widely at Harry when he entered with Luna following.

"They've been found," he laughed. "Thank Circe and Merlin, our charge and son have been found. We must leave," he said. "Immediately! We must not waste another minute!"

"There's more," Luna's voice interrupted the joyous news.

"There's more?" Mrs. Malfoy asked after collecting herself.

"Quite a bit more," Luna said. "You are needed in America because Mrs. Reid has been kidnapped."

"Who is Mrs. Reid," Harry asked while everyone stared at her in silence.

"Hermione, of course," Luna answered.

"What!" Harry yelled.

"You never let me finish," Luna admonished him and Professor Snape. "The FBI agent and his team determined that Hermione and Phoenix were kidnapped by their uncle, Ian Doyle."

Mrs. Malfoy fainted into her husband's arms while Professor Snape glowered threateningly at his former student.

"Tell us all," Professor Snape ordered as he helped Lucius tend to Narcissa.

"The team want us in America," Luna said. "Her marriage came as a surprise to Mister Reid also. It's up to us to explain magic to him and how we're going to help find Hermione and Phoenix."

"How did they unknowingly marry?" Draco asked.

"An Iranian fertility ritual, according to the American Ministry," Luna answered. "The Goddess Inanna answered their ritual."

"The Goddess Inanna?" Professor Snape asked. "They were both virgins."

"Too much information," Harry cringed.

"Has anyone not caught onto the fact that this was a fertility ritual?" Draco asked.

Harry looked at him in horror.

"Hermione's pregnant," he breathed. "She's been kidnapped and she's pregnant. How long does that take a witch to find out? Will her uncle harm her in any way?"

Luna looked at him solemnly.

"My contact at the American Ministry mention that Ian Doyle is an international terrorist and…serial killer," she said sombrely.

"Shit," Professor Snape breathed.

"The FBI agent and his team are waiting to speak with the Malfoys, Professor Snape, and Harry," Luna said. "The American Minster and Kingsley have agreed to leave the floo here at Grimmauld Place open for the next three hours and the team will be on call for your arrival."

"Let's get going," Harry said as he grabbed a backpack and dipped his hand into the bowl with floo powder.

Professor Snape summoned a leather coin bag and Mrs. Malfoy felt for the shoulder bag Harry had purchased for her at some muggle shop called Harrod's. The three items were spelled with extension charms when Harry had told them of Hermione's handbag and they followed suit. They had all been waiting for the call and were ready to go in a moment's notice when word came.

If only the word had been under better circumstances.

"Are you coming?" Harry asked Luna.

"Alright," Luna smiled as she patted her pocket and followed him into the floo. They were the first two to arrive in the American Minister's office.

Kingsley had been waiting for them while taking tea with his American counterpart and was quick to introduce them all as they arrived separately. Harry allowed the man to vigorously shake his hand while Professor Snape merely stared at the man while struggling not to scowl at him. Harry could tell he thought the wizard was an idiot as soon as he stepped out of the floo. He noticed the glance he shared with Mister Malfoy.

"It is wonderful to meet you all," the Minister said enthusiastically. "If only it were under better circumstances," he said gravely, becoming serious. "Here is the address for Mrs. Reid's home. Mr. Rossi will be waiting for you at the other end, he has already been notified of your arrival."

"Thank you," Kingsley said, speaking for the group. "For everything, Minister Connally."

"It was not much," Connally replied. "It only took an owl from the Domestic Affairs Department to find Mrs. Reid's address, and a quick reply from a Derek Morgan to learn of Mrs. Reid. This has all happened in five hours so the muggles are hoping they can catch Doyle before he leaves American soil with his abductees."

"Perhaps we can help," Professor Snape said.

"I have assigned my best Aurors to help the BAU team," Connally said.

"As have I," Kingsley spoke.

"Our Aurors might appreciate your help," Connally said. "They might even be able to learn from you."

"Thank you, again," Harry said as he turned toward the floo and spoke the address on the slip of paper he was handed, then flooed away with Luna again. They stumbled out of the floo when they arrived and Harry held Luna until someone balanced them and ushered them over to a sofa. "Thanks," Harry replied when they sat and the room slowly stopped spinning around them.

"That's new," an older man said as he handed them glasses of water and watched as Professor Snape helped Lucius with Narcissa when they exited the floo.

"International and cross country flooing should not be attempted within an hour," Professor Snape said as he handed Narcissa a potion.

"I should have insisted that we wait," Lucius replied. "Or at least flew the rest of the way."

Professor Snape attended to Luna also and Harry gave him a thankful glance.

"Shall we introduce ourselves?" Professor Snape asked as he stood up to face their host.

"David Rossi," the older man answered. "These are SSIs Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jereau, and Doctor Spencer Reid. Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, is currently at headquarters and searching for leads."

"How did you find out Hermione has an uncle?" Harry asked as he looked at Doctor Spencer Reid…or more like glowered. "Her parents claimed they were only children…well, after Hermione's maternal uncle died in Vietnam."

"We suspect it was a move on Mister Granger's part to separate his family from his brother," Aaron Hotchner said. "Garcia's findings indicate that Mister Granger took his wife's surname the day after his younger brother was publicly announced as a serial killer."

"Doyle the younger did attempt to find his older brother after leaving the orphanage," David Rossi spoke, "but we don't know if he found his brother and his wife, or if he did and felt betrayed by his brother's move to separate himself from his family. If it was the latter, then we…we are afraid he might hold that against Mia and Phoe since their parents, her parents," he corrected, "are deceased."

"Their position is very precarious," Jennifer Jereau continued after Rossi. "If Hermione, or even Phoenix, reject Doyle, then that could lead to him losing control. They cannot afford for Doyle to lose control and we are hoping Prentiss knows this and is able to explain to Hermione before this can happen."

"Who is Prentiss?" Mister Malfoy asked.

"Our other colleague," Spencer Reid answered. "Emily Prentiss was in Intelligence a few years back. We don't yet know why he has taken her and Phoenix's friend, Declan. Hotch is pulling his contacts to find out what he can."

A mobile broke their conversation and they looked at Derek Morgan when he answered, "Give us some good news, Garcia."

"I wish I could do that my luscious hunk of man," was the reply that had them all staring at the mobile with various looks of distaste, or amusement from the younger magicals. "I cannot though. Doyle's man was intercepted with blood samples collected with two handkerchiefs and we are working on finding out who they belong to, but I think one handkerchief will match the sample we collected a few blocks from Mia's shop," she said solemnly.

"Wait," Draco said. "What are these blood sample for?" He asked.

"Glad you asked, English person I don't know," Garcia replied. "Doyle's man, Conner O'Brien, had them sealed in an envelope requesting DNA results."

"The second might be Doyle's," Spencer said quickly. "We can have his DNA on file if it is."

"Or it could be Phoe's," Aaron gravely pointed out. "How much of the second sample?" He asked.

"Only a few dots roughly about an inch in diameter," Garcia answered.

"It's likely that might belong to Phoenix," he replied. "Doyle's not a man afraid of hurting himself to gather more blood, but he would be careful when he did do that with Phoenix."

"We should let O'Brien deliver the samples to wherever he was going to," Derek Morgan finally spoke up.

"Doyle will find out he's not related to Phoenix!" Spencer vehemently disagreed.

"He will," Morgan said, "but then he won't see a point in keeping Phoe around. He'll release him."

"He'll take it out on Hermione," Hotch said as he thought it over.

"No," Spencer said. "He'll hurt her more. He will beat her and most likely leave her close to death," he choked. Jennifer quickly pulled him out of the main room.

"Mione has suffered worse," Harry said hoarsely. "She fought while still having aftershocks from the Cruciatus curse and reinjured herself after we jumped off the back of a flying dragon and into a lake, yet she still fought and even defeated the darkest wizard in history. If the Malfoys regain their son, then let this criminal discover Phoenix Malfoy is not his nephew, but make sure he suspects Hermione is pregnant."

"What?" David asked.

"We were told Doctor Reid was enlightened to his marital status," Professor Snape spoke.

"It came as a surprise," David replied.

"The ritual Miss Granger and Doctor Reid used to achieve marriage had a consequence," the professor said.

"What do you mean?" Spencer asked as he hurried into the room. "Tell me now!" He ordered when the Professor didn't answer quickly enough.

"Miss Granger spoke the sacred words while having intercourse with you," Professor Snape drawled. "You both appealed to the Goddess Inanna and she answered by blessing your marriage, which in turn ensured the ritual, the fertility ritual you both performed, was successful. Congratulations, Doctor Reid," he sneered. "In nine months, the Goddess willing, you will be a father."

"I think we were supposed to explain the existence of magic to Doctor Reid in a more delicate manner, Uncle Severus," Draco drawled.

"Dunderheads do not deserve delicacy," the Professor sneered at his godson. "If Miss Granger had been careful and actually took the time to discover that the Goddess Inanna was as real as Merlin, Circe, and Nimue, then she we would not have to worry as much about her delicate position with her uncle!" He snarled.

"You're offending quite a lot of people," Harry pointed out to the Professor while most of the muggles looked at the Professor like they wanted to hit him, or worse, murder him.

"Make sure the result envelopes are labelled 1 and 2," Jennifer spoke up. "Doyle will open them in order and he will see Hermione is pregnant in her results. Emily will search them for a clue and see the same, but we can communicate to her that we know about Hermione and Phoenix."

"He'll take it out on Prentiss," Derek said. "He can't hurt Hermione when he finds out, but he can hurt Prentiss."

"Rossi," Aaron said.

"Let's get Phoe back," he said eventually said as he patted Spencer's shoulder. "Reid?"

"You're only hurting Hermione," he spoke tightly. "We tried to tell her about Phoenix this morning. It's our fault she ran out of the shop and was abducted by a serial killer."

"He had been watching her for a week," David said. "If it wasn't that moment, then it could have been another moment where he actually knew Phoenix wasn't his nephew and didn't care how he tore them apart. This situation is tough, but it will get Phoenix back to us safely."

"I'm going to have to release you from this case," Aaron said to Spencer.

"What?" He asked. "Why? I can help. I'm the smartest one on the whole team and I can see what you all miss. You can't take me off this case with my wife missing!"

"It's because Mia is your wife that I have to ask you to step back," Aaron said. "You know personal judgements can cause serious damage."

"Doctor Reid will work with us," Harry spoke up. "If you won't have him than we will. Doctor Reid seems more personable than Professor Snape and the Aurors can look to him when Professor Snape becomes too intense. If they both accept, they can lead our teams of British and American Aurors together to help find Mione and Phoenix."

"You will give up your position for Severus?" Lucius asked.

"Doctor Reid is the most experienced, next to you," Harry admitted. "I would only slow us down."

"Where did you say the first sample of Miss Granger's blood was found?" Professor Snape asked.

"A few blocks from her shop," Spencer quickly answered. "I can show you."

Aaron stopped him when the group of wizards moved to follow and said quietly, "Good luck, Reid." Spencer nodded before leading the four wizards outside, toward Hermione's crossover.

"You might need these," David said as he followed them and tossed Spencer the keys.

"Thanks," Spencer said.

"Stay with your mother, Draco," Lucius said softly. "I'll summon you if you're needed."

"Potter gets to have all the fun," Draco grumbled as he stepped back towards the house.

"You need your head examined if this is your idea of fun," Harry retorted.

"Shut up, Potter," Draco muttered, and flinched when Lucius smacked the back of his head and sent him back into the house.

"Tell us everything you know about your team's findings," Professor Snape said to Spencer as they drove away. Lucius looked a bit nauseous and amazed at the smooth ride while Harry tried to hide his amusement at the older Malfoy's situation.

"We were told to tell you everything we know," Spencer said. "You're technically working alongside the team and collaborating with them on everything we all find."

"Severus should collaborate for us," Lucius said. "The rest of us are too close to Hermione or Phoenix and Severus is technically not related to either."

"Your son called, er, Professor Snape 'uncle'," Spencer pointed out.

Lucius eyed him before responding, "Severus is a close friend of the family. It is only natural my oldest son refer to him as a part of our family."

"That can work," Spencer replied. "As long as you only mention our good Professor here as only being a family friend."

"Can you tell us about this shop Mione opened?" Harry asked.

"It's very successful," Spencer smiled. "It's already two months in and Hermione should be expanding the tea room."

o.O.o

"Your home is surprisingly free of nargles," Luna murmured as she accepted a cup of tea from the woman who insisted she be called JJ.

"It's Rossi's home," JJ answered as she gave the young woman an odd look, "but I'll be sure to tell him. Though he may ask what nargles are."

"Nargles cloud the mind," Luna explained. "They make it especially make it hard to make clear decisions."

"I'll be sure to tell him when he asks what nargles are," JJ said as she sipped at her cup of tea.

"You're wondering about Hermione," Luna said. "You don't know her as well as the rest of your team."

"How do you know that?" JJ asked a little sharply.

"I see what the fairies show me," Luna answered. "They tell me others can't see them so they think I'm loony. That's my nickname, you know, Looney Lovegood." JJ patted Luna's hands when she detected some hurt in the younger woman's voice. "Don't worry," Luna said. "I can tell you all about Hermione."

"I think I'd like that," JJ replied more for Luna's sake than for her own. Luna seemed as if she needed to talk about her friend than anything else.

"I officially met Hermione in my Fourth year at Hogwarts," Luna started. "She saw how the others in my house bullied me and helped out as much as she could while not seeming too obvious. I think Harry suspected, at one point towards the end of the year, but that was the first year of school I didn't beg my father to teach me at home. Hermione changed my school life."

Luna didn't seem to notice when the rest of the team started listening to her tell JJ about Hermione, but JJ prompted the right answers to her questions out of Luna to gain a clearer understanding of Hermione through Luna's eyes and knowledge.

"My sixth year was difficult without Hermione," Luna said sadly. "I had Neville and Ginny to help me when the Slytherins became too bad. I was one of the first to hide out in the Room of Requirement. It was foolish of me to have left that safe room over the Yule holidays, but I wanted to see my father. He was always lonely that time of year.

"I just reminded myself to be as brave as Hermione when I stepped out of the room," she continued. "I learned that from her, you know, how to be brave… except I should also have learned some self-preservation as well. My father begged me to stay at school but I didn't listen. I was captured on the train back home and held captive at Malfoy Manor."

The team looked at the Malfoys suspiciously, but Luna ignored them and continued.

"The Malfoys were successful in keeping the Death Eaters and snatchers away from us down in the dungeons, but Bellatrix and…He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named," she whispered the last name. "Bellatrix was too close to her master for them to successfully keep her away and they could do nothing about their master. Thankfully I only suffered Bellatrix three times over the four months I was there until Hermione and Harry were captured," she shivered. "I can still hear Hermione screaming at night."

Mrs. Malfoy closed her eyes and quickly wiped away at her tears while Draco looked away and tightened his jaw.

"Hermione saved me in the Final Battle," Luna said quietly. "Three times. I owe her a life debt life three times over."

"I owe her for saving me from my sister," Narcissa said quietly. "Bellatrix had me under the curse until Hermione distracted her and my niece's husband started duelling her. Hermione pulled me to safety…Bella had begun the Killing curse."

"I owe Granger and Potter for saving me from the Room of Requirement," Draco admitted. "Weasley was actively trying to get rid of me and Hermione stepped up to him more than a few times when he went too far. He was hoping to kill me off in the Battle at Hogwarts and planned to let everyone think it was the Dark Lord who killed me for turning."

"You never said anything!" Narcissa gasped.

"Hermione left as soon as she woke up in the hospital wing," Draco replied. "She is my only proof that Weasley isn't as sainted as he attempts to be," he said with a snort. "Not that anyone has to look past Knockturn Alley's whorehouses after sunrise to know that particular detail."

"Draco!" Narcissa admonished as she fanned herself. "Such talk!"

"It is nothing that you won't find splashed on the front page of the Daily Prophet," Draco shrugged.

"I think Ronald Weasley will find Hermione never thought of him as suitable marriage material," Luna smiled as she stared out the kitchen window, causing Draco to snort again.

"At least not after he abandoned her and Harry while they ran for their lives," he responded. "While Weasley was enjoying his mother's cooking over Yule, Hermione and Harry were living off of Mother Earth for their Yule meal."

"The camping trip from hell," Dave murmured and shook his head. "Mia was smart to avoid this Weasley character."

"No one ever accused Hermione Granger of being daft," Draco responded. "Unless they, themselves, were daft."

They heard the front door open, and several familiar voices when they stepped inside. Spencer looked downhearted when he entered the main room and sat down hard into a seat.

"Look alive, kid," Derek said to Spencer.

"That's kind of hard to when the blood tracing spell led us to a private airport entrance," Spencer replied quietly. "You should send a unit out there to pick up the car Doyle used to kidnap them. Hermione's blood is in the back."

"You don't know it's Mia's for sure," Dave spoke up.

"Their spell says it's hers," Spencer said as he pointed to Severus.

"Spells are never wrong, unless cast wrong," Professor Snape said.

"And Professor Snape hasn't miscast a spell since his first year at Hogwarts, I suspect," Harry said solemnly.

"That sounds about right," Lucius replied. "There was no room for error when one had three opponents to against him."

"What we're saying in a roundabout way," Harry said, "is that Professor's Snape's casting is impeccable. The spell is proof enough for us that Hermione's blood is in that car."

"How do you know it wasn't Doyle's?" Derek asked. "Him and Mia are a close DNA match since they're closely related."

Harry flinched when Professor Snape chose to answer.

"I doubt a male would be diagnosed as having conceived a little more than twenty and four hours ago," he drolly answered. "Would you like to ask next if my results yielded two x chromosomes or an x and y?" The Professor sneered.

"I just want to be sure, man," Derek said as he raised his hands and took a step back.

"Morgan, JJ," Aaron called to them as he pocketed his mobile. "The forensic team is on their way to the airport, I want the two of you to meet them and get back to us."

"We can take my car," JJ said as they walked out. "Will just broke in the new engine."

"Nice," Derek replied. "Any chance I can convince you to let me drive?" He asked.

"Not in this lifetime," JJ laughed.

"Aw, come on now," Derek said before the door closed behind him.

"What so amazing about these cars?" Draco asked.

"Oh," Dave groaned. "Don't tell me!" He shook his head. "Just don't say anything at all."

"You've never been in a car?" Spencer asked.

"No," Draco replied.

"You just had to ask, didn't you?" Dave asked Spencer. "Get up kid and I'll show you what's so special about cars," he said to Draco.

"Alright," Draco quickly agreed while his parents glared at him.

"Please show Lucius and I to Mrs. Reid's room," Severus said to Spencer. "Perhaps we can try a wider tracing spell with something personal."

"It seems like blood is really personal," Aaron said as he followed them up the stairs.

"There was only a small bit of viable blood to use for the spell," Harry explained. "It was enough to lead us to the airport, but not any further."

"Does it have to be fresh?" Aaron asked.

"That is preferable," Severus answered. "I have had to track vampires before with centuries old dried up blood. It just takes more effort."

Aaron pulled a stained towel out from the top drawer in Hermione's vanity table in her closet and handed it to the Professor.

"She cut her hand the first day we met," he explained. "I startled her," he said with a small smile before he remembered himself and frowned.

"Not as difficult as the vampires," Severus said as he took the towel and tore it into pieces. "We should save as much as we can. If Doyle is smart, he is going to keep moving for a few weeks, then settle. That's when we make our move."

"It might take up to a year for him to stop moving," Aaron said quietly.

"Let us hope your technical analyst can detect their moving patterns so we can determine when to use the Mrs. Reid's blood," Severus replied. "For now, all we can do is determine why your colleague was taken with Mrs. Reid."

o.O.o

Hermione groaned and felt the large knot at the back of her head. Her vision swam before she could clearly see her hand and found her palm was covered in blood.

"Let me help with that," Emily said quickly.

"Em?" Hermione asked. "What happened?" She asked. "Where's Phoe and Declan?"

"Shh," Emily said with a watery smile. "The boys are playing just outside these doors." She pointed to the closed doors.

"Where's that man?" Hermione asked quickly. "He said I looked like his mum. I think he hit me!"

"He did," Emily confirmed. "Don't panic, Mia. We can't afford for you to panic right now. That man's name is Ian Doyle."

"Declan's father?" Hermione asked with wide eyes.

"Yes," Emily said, "but don't ever reject him, Hermione, no matter what," she said quickly before the door opened and Doyle stepped into the room.

"I see you're awake," he said with a small smile as he stared down at her.

"Where's my brother?" Hermione asked while she avoided looking at him.

"What's wrong, love?" Ian asked as he tried to catch her attention, but she kept her eyes lowered when she talked to him directly. "Is Emily turning you against me already?" He asked sternly.

"You look too much like my papa," Hermione said quietly. "It's hard to look at you without seeing him."

"My nephew has no such trouble," Ian growled.

"Your nephew?" Hermione asked and Emily squeezed her hand in warning.

"Yes, niece," he said with emphasis.

"Niece?" Hermione continued with confusion. Emily squeezed her hand harder and she had to keep herself from flinching. "I-I only heard about my uncle Charles who passed before I was born."

"You do know your father took on your mother's surname when they married," Ian said.

"What?" Hermione asked. "They always implied they were both Granger and there was no need for the fuss of changing surnames."

"Your father was Atlas Doyle!" Ian snarled. "My older brother. I found him after searching for nearly five years after leaving the orphanage at the same age he did! I worked to leave that desolate dustbin so I could reunite with my brother and how does he repay me? By showing how much he is ashamed of me by changing our family name and hiding you from me! I have a right to my family! You and Phoenix are mine, as is my son and heaven help those who try to separate us from here one out!" He roared while Hermione reared back and Emily wrapped her arms around her.

"Hermione has a headache from your hit and you're scaring the boys," Emily said pointedly as she glanced at the door and back to Ian. Phoenix and Declan were staring at him with wide eyes while Phoenix clung to Declan's hand.

"Come here, Phoe," Hermione said, opening her arms for her brother. Phoenix started toward her, but Ian stopped him with a firm hand.

"You have a headache," he said snidely. "Phoenix's noise will only make you feel worse." He ushered the boys back out of the room while Emily shushed Hermione.

"Please tell me you have your wand," she said. Hermione quickly felt her pockets for her wand and slowly grew pale when she started turning up empty. "Damn," Emily muttered. "Hopefully the team will find it and know you're missing and didn't run away with Phoenix."

"Why would I run away with Phoe?" Hermione asked.

"Rossi and Reid didn't tell you?" Emily asked.

"Tell me what?" Hermione asked coldly. "Is this about that prank you all were trying to pull?"

"Hermione," Emily said. "I promise you on my life that was not a prank. Phoenix is your brother. Your adopted brother by muggle law, but you're his adopted sister by magical law."

"What?" Hermione asked.

"The details were in the file," Emily pressed.

"I didn't get past our names," Hermione replied and Emily sighed.

"Snape altered your memories," she said. "The same wizard who made the potion that allowed me to blood adopt Declan," she explained. "He placed you and your parents at the hospital, but he only altered your memories when they agreed to do so. They all felt you might not bond and try to protect Phoenix enough, knowing he is the Malfoy's son, so they had to make you believe your mother had just given birth."

"But," Hermione breathed with wide eyes. "No," she whispered. "You're trying to take away my last connection to my parents. Why?" She asked. "Why are you all being so cruel? I thought I was your friend!"

"We're not trying to take Phoenix away, Mia," Emily said softly. "Derek offered to run away and hide you and Phoenix when it became clear we couldn't not report your whereabouts to your friends looking for you. This is all being backed by the Queen herself, Hermione, and that woman gets things done."

"Get out," Hermione hissed at her. "Phoenix is my brother and nothing you say will make me believe otherwise. Get. Out!" She screamed at her.

The door banged open and left a small hole in the wall when Ian entered and glared at them.

"What are you doing to my niece?" Ian hissed Emily.

"Mine!" Phoenix ran past Ian and quickly clambered onto the bed before he could be stopped. Hermione quickly grabbed him and held him close while hiding her tears in his hair.

"I missed you is all," Hermione said quietly. "I need you by my side, love."

"I'm here now, Mine," Phoenix said softly.

"Thank you," she whispered as she hugged him tightly. Ian glared at Emily before pulling her out of the room, leaving Hermione and Phoenix alone in the barely lit room. Phoenix held onto her tighter as the plane hit some turbulence, but they eventually fell asleep while Hermione murmured his favourite bedtime story in his ear and ran her fingers through his blond hair and tried not to think too much as she studied her brother. She barely heard the door open while she recited Phoenix's story but ignored the man as he watched them and kept murmuring to Phoenix as he slept.

"That was your grandmother's favourite story," Ian eventually said when she finished. "The story of the grey phoenix. I suppose naming your brother after the bird and naming you after our mam was his way of honouring our family."

Hermione hardly knew how to reply but remembered Emily's advice.

"I wish I knew for certain," she said quietly. "Please apologise to Em for me. I overreacted." She knew they should stick together and she had to get over her feelings.

"I'll be sure to let her know," he said before closing the door and leaving her and Phoenix alone again.

Hermione finally fell into a fitful sleep and wished Spencer was there to wrap her and Phoenix in his arms to protect them and help them feel safe. She dreamt of the three of them singing and dancing in Phoenix's room, but also of Spencer singing the lullaby their mum used to sing to Phoenix as he held them on either side of him and swayed side to side with each of his arms around their shoulders.

"Hermione," Emily called as she smoothed back her hair. "It's almost time to land," she said.

"Ugh," Hermione groaned and felt around for her handbag.

Emily smirked as she pulled it out of her pocket.

"What do you need?" She asked.

"Headache potion," Hermione answered. "And a pain potion."

"Any chance it's one of these?" She asked as she held out a handful of phials. Hermione picked out two and quickly swallowed them with a grimace. "Come buckle up," Emily said as she stuffed the handbag into her pocket again. "We're going to land in five and it's not very safe for you and Phoenix to remain on the bed."

"Ugh," Hermione said again as she let Emily help her up and lift up Phoenix behind her. She stumbled her way out of the room feeling a bit unsteady on her feet until Ian helped her into a seat and Emily placed Phoenix beside her and strapped him in. Hermione struggled with her lap belt for a few moments before deciding messing with it was making her nauseous and gave up. Emily quietly teased her and Hermione rolled her eyes and allowed her to buckle her in.

The turbulence started a few moments later, causing Hermione to slap a hand over her mouth and gag before leaning over her seat and releasing the contents of her stomach.

"Sorry," she apologised.

"It's not your fault, sweetie," Emily said before Ian could speak up. "It's the concussion making you sick. Just let it all out and you'll feel better." There was a jolt and everyone steadied themselves and Emily was at Hermione's side and holding back her hair while she was sick a little more.

"I need a toothbrush," Hermione breathed.

"We'll get that quickly," Ian said and snapped at someone Hermione hadn't noticed before. He quickly ushered them off the plane and onto the tarmac before loading them up onto another plane.

"Oh, no, no," Hermione murmured. "Please not again."

"The layout is the same as the last plane," Ian said. "Go lie down and try not to roll off the bed."

"Ugh," Hermione said for a third time as Emily helped her into the room and turned down the lights.

"Scoot over," Emily said as she crawled in behind Hermione and stopped her when they were both at the centre of the bed. "I'll keep you steady through the turbulence," she said as she wrapped her arms around Hermione when the stewardess called for take-off. They could hear her arguing with Ian until he pulled the woman into the room and Emily covered Hermione's eyes when she saw him reaching for his pocket. She hummed over noise and Ian stopped the woman's body from hitting the floor too loudly before he stuffed the woman into the closet.

Emily glared at him before a slight jolt signalled they were rolling down the runway and he rushed back to his seat.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked in a shaky voice.

Emily held her tighter and whispered, "Don't ask and I won't lie."

"Oh, God," Hermione said faintly.

"I think that's the first time I've actually heard you take God's name in vain," Emily teased.

"Shut up," Hermione murmured.

"I have to write this down in my journal," she continued as a way to distract Hermione. "Call the press because Hermione Jane Granger actually cursed!" She laughed, though it was a bit forced and still drew a smile from Hermione.

"I cannot have you teaching my niece curses," Ian said as he entered the room and frowned at them before a small smile overtook his frown. "Look at that. My two favourite girls in the same bed." He pulled out his mobile and snapped a picture while they stared. "That's a photo for the desk," he murmured.

"Yeah, with blood staining the front of Mia's dress," Emily retorted.

"Don't ruin the moment, Lau-Emily," Ian glared. "Your aunt is killjoy," he said to Hermione.

"My aunt?" Hermione asked.

"Didn't I tell you?" Ian smirked at them and threw four passports down on the bed. Emily grabbed them and flipped them open while Hermione glanced at their pictures and names. "I'm Flynn Riley, of course," he said which caused Hermione to snort.

"Who did you infuriate?" She asked, causing Emily to cover her mouth and stifle her laughter. "Phoe," Hermione called. "You'll never guess who our uncle renamed himself as!"

"Who?" Phoenix asked as he bounced into the room and onto the bed.

"You have to guess," Hermione reminded him.

"Is it something cool? Like…oh, I don't know, Tarzan!" Phoenix exclaimed.

"Think, Tangled," Hermione giggled and quickly covered her mouth.

"No," Phoenix said with wide eyes and an amused smile broke out over his face. "Even Uncle What's-His-Name-Now couldn't have made someone that mad at him!"

"Oh, I think he did," Emily said behind her hand while she failed to hold back her laughter.

"What's wrong with Flynn Riley?" Ian asked as he watched them.

"He did!" Phoenix squealed with laughter. "Riley is too close to Rider! Dec!" He called. "Your papa named himself after Flynn Rider!"

"No way!" Declan said as he entered the room. "You should demand a refund!"

Emily lost her battle and snorted with laughter while Hermione buried her face into her pillow and laughed.

"Dammit," Ian growled and stomped out of the room while everyone laughed. He smiled and chuckled while they were al busy laughing.

"Em!" Hermione exclaimed. "You'll never guess what your name is!"

"Oh, don't tell me!" Emily groaned. "I just might kill the person who made our passports!"

"Nice to meet you Daisy Werthan Riley!" Hermione laughed louder.

"I don't get that one," Declan commented.

"Neither do I," Phoenix replied.

Ian growled as he entered the room again and snatched the passports from Hermione.

"I'll kill 'em myself," he growled as he stared at the names again. "Mia Thermopolis Riley? What movie is that?" He asked.

"The Princess Diaries!" Emily started laughing again. "Princess Hermione," she playfully bowed.

"Oh, shut it!" Hermione said as she tried not to smile or laugh until she stared at her passport and couldn't stop herself from laughing. "How did you find a picture of me in Second year?" She laughed. "Look at my teeth!" She snorted. "I'm surprised I wasn't named Beaver Mia Riley!"

"Leave it to Beaver," Emily snorted and quickly covered her mouth again.

"These are just too horrible," Hermione laughed. "I'm scared to even know Phoe and Dec's new names!"

"Take them back!" Emily laughed. "Just take them back before I die of laughter!"

"Oh!" Hermione groaned while Ian held open Phoenix's passport. "I'll personally torture whoever did this!" She took the passport from Ian tossed it to Emily.

"Oh, now that is just taking this too far!" She exclaimed.

"What?" Phoenix asked. "What does it say?"

"I'm so sorry, Phoe," Emily said with a straight face. "So sorry that you're now Peppa P. Riley!" She laughed when Phoenix finally put it together.

"You named me after Peppa Pig!" He exclaimed. "Peppa's a girl. Do I look like a girl?" He asked, causing Hermione to lose her recently regained composure and start laughing again.

"I'm scared to even know who I am," Declan said with wide eyes while giving Phoenix a sympathetic glance.

"Whoever you are it has to be tons better than Peppa Pig," Phoenix grimaced with distaste. "Can you please stop laughing?" He asked. "This is so not funny Mi!"

"But it is!" Hermione replied. "It's too funny! Our family has a thief, an old lady who can't drive past 16 kilometres, a clumsy princess, and a talking pig! I scared to find out who else is included!"

Emily only held her stomach tighter while she struggled to breathe by the time Hermione finished.

"Well," Ian drawled. "Let's find out, shall we?" He asked as he slowly opened the last passport.

Hermione snorted at Declan's face as they all watched Ian.

"Blinky Riley!" Declan shouted. "Oh, no!" He groaned while Phoenix struggled not to laugh.

"A stone troll!" Emily gasped for breath. "We have a stone troll in the family! We're all a complete set of misfits!"

"Oh," Hermione breathed as she held her head and leaned back into the pillows.

"We shouldn't have laughed so much," Emily breathed as she tried to catch her breath and tucked the blankets around Hermione.

"You're wearing perfume," Hermione groaned.

"Sorry," Emily flinched as she realised how sensitive Hermione's head must feel. "I'll look for a change of clothes and shower. Let's take our noise to the main cabin, boys," she said as she ushered them out and turned down the lights again.

Hermione soon fell asleep, though she was sure she shouldn't while she had a concussion but could no longer keep her eyes open without any distractions. She vaguely thought someone might be calling her, but the Headmaster's voice called out to her also.

"Miss Granger," Professor Dumbledore smiled as he greeted her. "Or shall I call you Mrs. Reid now?" He asked.

"Mrs. Reid?" Hermione asked. "Perhaps sometime in the future," she responded. "Am I dreaming?" She asked.

"An adequate explanation," Professor Dumbledore answered.

"So you're not really here," she said sadly.

"Who says I'm not?" He asked.

"If I'm dreaming then you can hardly be real," she replied.

"Just because you are dreaming doesn't mean you are imagining me being here," he said with a small, knowing smile. "It's time for you to wake up, Hermione. There are people who need you right now and will need you in the future."

"How do I wake up?" Hermione asked.

"By stepping into the unknown and opening your eyes to what is before you," was his vague reply…

… "Hermione." …

"Spencer?" Hermione asked as she headed toward his voice.

"Hermione," he said more urgently.

"Where are you?" Hermione asked. "Please, I miss you!"

"I miss you too," he replied. "Where are you?"

"We changed planes," Hermione explained. "Ian Doyle gave us the most hilarious false names. I'm sure those will be easy for Penny to trace until he changes them again. That should happen as soon as we land."

"What are they?" Spencer curiously asked while Hermione continued searching for him.

"Why can't I find you?" Hermione asked as she tried not to cry.

"I'm looking for you too," Spencer replied. "You sound so close. Please, keep talking."

"I've been named after that clumsy princess from the silly movie," Hermione said. "Emily's name is more hilarious. Ian's passport maker, person, whatever they're called… decided Emily is now Daisy Werthan!" She laughed. "Can you believe that?"

Spencer laughed and Hermione tried to follow his sound.

"I'm sure she wants to nail whoever gave her that name," he chuckled.

"I want to slap whoever named Phoenix after Peppa Pig!" Hermione retorted and it was silent for a few moments before she heard snickering, then a full belly laugh.

"Peppa Pig!" Spencer laughed. "Seriously?"

"Completely," she replied. "I'll get whoever name my brother after a girl and pig!"

"You're fading," Spencer called out.

"Please don't leave me!" Hermione called back. "Spencer!" She called into the dark and bit her lip as she paced before it, then decided to step into the darkness. "Spencer?" She called uncertainly. "Please! Spencer!" She sobbed.

"Hermione, wake up sweetie."

"Em," Hermione asked.

"Yes, it's me," she answered. "Open your eyes, let us see those lovely golden irises."

Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she struggled not to cry.

"Spence?" She asked.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Emily said as she brushed her hair back. "He's not here."

"Where are we?" Hermione asked as she looked around the room and noticed a machine beeping and a saline bag attached to her left arm via an IV. She quickly covered her arm and Emily looked at her knowingly.

"That sent Ian into a rage," she said. "He wanted to know if you did that to yourself at first, but I had to tell him you were tortured. He's busy looking for the guy that did this to you."

"It was a woman," Hermione said. "She loved torture, loved the coppery scent of fresh blood, especially mine." She lifted her neck and Emily finally noticed the thin red line when Hermione felt it with her. "I was able to heal this one until it closed because it was shallow, but my arm will take years to heal, if it heals at all."

Emily's arms wrapped around her while Hermione did her best to push past that night at Malfoy Manor. She had often wondered if Mister Malfoy turned on Voldemort when his family abandoned him to help Harry and all the prisoners escape. He never lifted his wand against her or Harry, only against his family when they turned. Bellatrix had gone mad with rage when it became clear her sister and nephew turned against their Dark Lord and didn't care who she had hit with her spells, as long as someone died or was in pain.

"Where are we?" Hermione asked to distract herself and stop herself from shaking.

"We're in London for a day," Emily quietly answered as she rubbed Hermione's arms in comfort.

"London?" Hermione asked hopefully. "Em," Hermione whispered quickly. "If one of us can get to Charring Cross Road then we might be able to get magical assistance!" She explained how Emily could find the entrance to the wizarding world and get Tom to let her through.

"Charring Cross Road," Emily said, starting to plan.

"Don't look like that," Hermione said. "He'll know you're plotting."

"We have to convince Ian to get you to a doctor," she said.

"Then I have to let my memories out of their box," Hermione said with tears in her eyes. "Please go make sure the boys are distracted. Hopefully we can visit Doctor Tom at the Leaky in an hour or less."

Emily quickly left the room but slowed her pace after opening the bedroom door to step out into a small hallway. Hermione noticed the room around her was very small with no windows, almost like a prison cell. Tears streamed down her cheeks when she closed her eyes and allowed the first memories to leak out of the box she had placed them in.

It was Colin Creevey.

He was lying in the courtyard with his camera atop his chest and his eyes wide open in horror. Rowle was standing over him, slowly cutting off Colin's fingers and lifting them to his nose to smell and even taste. It was horribly sick and Hermione felt what little she had in her stomach violently push its way up just as she had felt back then before Harry and Draco cursed the Death Eater.

She had almost lost herself at that first act of gore and bloodshed.

She wanted to be safe at home with her parents, oblivious to the world around her, still innocent to death and acts of war. Her memories only became worse after Colin. She could vaguely hear her bed hitting the wall and someone screaming. She could taste the fresh blood in the air around her, thickening every second.

"Hermione!" Emily screamed in horror.

Ian firmly held her back while Hermione twisted and seized on her bed, blood poured out of her arm wounds at an alarming rate and Emily felt her stomach and heart sink at allowing Hermione to use her memories as an excuse for them to escape. She was losing blood at an alarming rate and Emily knew she had to get Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron before she died from the loss.

"Tom," Emily remembered. "Ian, we have to get her to Tom!" She pushed him away with all her strength and adrenaline. "Tom will help you, Hermione! You're going to get help!" She said quickly as she firmly held down Hermione's arm and tried to apply a tourniquet. "Don't just stand and stare at your niece!" Emily yelled at Ian as he stood staring in shock. "Help!"

Ian jumped into action and held down Hermione while Emily was finally able to get the tourniquet around Hermione's arm, but just as Ian touched her Hermione started calming, causing Ian to touch her face and hair more and make shushing noises as Hermione slowly stopped seizing.

"This is too much blood," Emily said with tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mia needs a transfusion, Ian."

"Who is this Tom?" He asked.

"A friend," Emily answered. "He was someone Hermione trusted to help her when she refused to go to the hospital. He works at a hospital. He stole blood for Hermione then and he can do it again. I'll make him if I have to," she promised.

"Then go," Ian said. "Just remember I have Declan, Hermione, and Phoenix if you try anything suspicious," he warned.

"They're my family too, Ian," Emily said quietly before stepping out and pocketing the lock of hair she had taken from Hermione while he had been distracted.

"Mom," Declan asked with wide, tear-filled blue eyes.

"Dec, Phoe," Emily pulled them into a hug. "I have to step out and I need you to watch Phoe," she whispered to her son. "Be strong for us, love. Stay in your room until I come back." She kissed their foreheads before grabbing Ian's billfold and rushing out the front door and started walking until she found a cab to take her to Charring Cross Road. It was almost thirty minutes since she had left Hermione when she arrived at Charring Cross and she hoped Ian had enough mind to slowly loosen Hermione's tourniquet every few minutes or so.

She walked until she was distracted by remembering she was late for work and Hotch would be upset she was nearly three hours late and started to hurry away. It happened three times and she knew she was getting closer to the Leaky Cauldron the more dire her different appointments seemed. It wasn't until she finally turned the knob and stepped into the Leaky Cauldron ten minutes later that she finally felt the anti-muggle wards release her from their hold and help was at hand.

"Tom!" She called.

"How did one of your kind happen in here?" An old man ambled up to her and stopped her at the door with his wand already in his hand.

"Hermione Granger," she said quickly and pulled out the lock of Hermione's hair. "She needs the Order, quickly, we're in trouble. She's my niece."

"You're family," Tom said with relief and pocketed his wand, then pulled her towards his counter while he moved a few pots and other dishes before he started serving her a bowl of broth, a plate of bread, and a some mead.

"We need help right away," she said. "Hermione's lost a lot of blood."

"Quiet now, lass," Tom said as he stared at a darkened corner.

Emily turned to find a black mass of fabric slowly appearing from the corner and she thought it unnatural how someone could blend in so seamlessly with the shadows, until she saw the pale face and hooked nose come into the light.

"Snape!" Emily exclaimed.

"Miss Prentiss," Professor Snape drawled as he stared directly into her eyes. "How fortuitous we should meet only two days after you and your family were abducted. Tom!" He barked. "Thank you for notifying me." He placed a few coins down on the counter and ushered Emily towards the back. "I shall see to Hermione's aunt from here."

He apparated her into a grand manor where three pale faces were waiting and staring after them. She thought it odd that Hermione never thought to compare Phoenix to those three faces. Surely Hermione could have put two and two together to get four.

"Hotch!" Emily sobbed when she spotted him behind the Malfoys.

Hotch reached her in two strides and looked over her while everyone else watched…then she was surrounded by her surrogate family and home.

"Where's Hermione?" A green-eyed young man asked.

"She needs help," Emily said. "I have five minutes left to get back, but Hermione used her war memories to get Doyle to let me find her the doctor who helped her when she was tortured. She needs a blood transfusion."

"I'll go," Harry said quickly.

"No," Bill Weasley said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. "This man is a terrorist and a killer. He has more tricks up his sleeve than even V-Voldemort had. I'll go," he said firmly.

"Take this," Professor Snape said as he waved his wand over a few phials and they quickly took on the shape of muggle medicine bottles with syrup. He levitated them into a medical bag and handed it to Bill. "We will follow after you at your signal."

"Come," Bill said to Emily as she reluctantly said her goodbyes to Hotch and her friends. "We're lucky my dad modified an old cab, we can be there in two minutes and that's all we have to get there."

Emily nearly shrieked when the cab shot off faster than a bullet and her heart beat faster as it neatly dodged traffic, people, and buildings.

"Turn right!" She said when they passed their only turn.

Bill doubled back and only seconds later they slowly pulled up to a small home with a white picket fence surrounded by yellowed grass and dying flowers. Emily exited the car and ran fast to the door.

Something was wrong.

The house was too quiet and…empty.

The door opened before she could reach for it and Ian aimed his handgun at Bill.

"Place the bag there and we'll take it from here," he ordered. "Toss your keys this way too."

Bill slowly did as he asked and Ian had her pick them up and snatched them from her before tossing them over the fence and into the ditch at the side of the house. Emily noticed another car pull up at Ian's signal and he pulled her with him as he kept his weapon trained on Bill.

The two of them knew Hermione or the kids weren't there.

Ian made sure she couldn't find help while she was out.

"You pushed our plans forward, love," he said while pushing her into the backseat, then turned and shot out the tyres on the cab. "No worries though, our family will be together by tomorrow afternoon."

They were driving not nearly as fast as it had taken her and Bill to arrive, but still fast enough for Emily's heart to beat in her throat because they didn't have the magical protections that the modified cab had.

She should have known Ian wouldn't let them get caught so easily.

The team was happy to meet her but they held back and she had refused to see why. Reid and Morgan were missing from the group and she knew it was because they would have pushed too fast for an end to everything, now she understood that. The two of them would have compromised everyone's safety.

Bill offered to come along, not because he had medical knowledge, but because he knew curses and how to break them.

It was heartening to know that they might have help after all, if one of them did place a tracker on the bag Snape had given them.

The car suddenly stopped and Ian threw the contents and a change of clothes at her before putting the potions and blood in a new bag and handing it off to their driver. Hermione would get the help she needed, but now they were leaving behind whatever tracking could help find them faster.

Her heart fell to her toes, but she changed quickly and was out before Ian could drag her out of the car half-undressed.

o.O.o

"Dammit, Snape!" Harry yelled as he started grabbing things and throwing them at the older wizard. Severus lifted an eyebrow as they bounced off his shield and crashed into the floor or against the wall. "We nearly had them! Hermione was within our grasp and you just let that animal get away with her again!"

"We had no choice," Bill said as he placed a calming hand on Harry's shoulder. "We knew this might happen and we planned for it, but we didn't plan for how cunning Doyle would be."

"We should have," Hotch said as he paced in front of the fireplace while Rossi sat in an armchair and slowly twirled the tumbler of Scottish whiskey as he processed his thoughts.

"In two months Doyle will have the results," Rossi said slowly. "We should have told Prentiss about Hermione's condition but we failed to do that."

"We were all under pressure," Mister Malfoy said quietly. "Our family is at stake and we are all too close to have properly thought everything through. Cease destroying my study, Mister Potter!" He hissed at the young man.

"They were right there in our grasp!" Harry shouted at them. "Someone could have polyjuiced themselves as Miss Prentiss."

"There was too high a risk," Severus drawled. "Ian Doyle knows her intimately as Lauren and he has been watching her as Emily. Spying involves making your weaknesses your strengths and hiding your strengths behind your weaknesses. Doyle knows Prentiss both through observation and knowing her intimately. She cannot hide from him and we cannot successfully attempt to impersonate her."

Harry growled at him before storming out of the study and leaving behind a few downhearted men.

"You did well, Weasley," Severus said before stepping out of the study.

"We can't tell Reid or Morgan," Rossi said as he stood up and swallowed the contents of his tumbler before placing it down on a side table.

"Thank you for quickly notifying us," Hotch said to Mister Malfoy and Bill before they waited for them to help them back to the floo.

"All your magical trackers were evaded?" JJ asked.

"Doyle had Miss Prentiss change all her clothing," Bill answered. "We charmed her buttons, shoe laces, belt, even her hair tie…all of them were found at the site where we found their car. I even managed to charm their car, but even that didn't help."

"You did what you could to help," JJ said reassuringly. "We couldn't have done more without compromising their safety."

"Yep," Bill said, finally conceding to her point.

o.O.o

"Miss Riley."

Someone called and touched her sensitive skin, causing her to whimper at the touch and her skin to redden as if they had slapped her. Her eyes abruptly opened and she whimpered louder when the light burned her eyes. She had slept away most of her pain in the infirmary at Hogwarts and this new level of pain was almost worse than suffering the Cruciatus curse all over again.

"I need to know which medicines to give you," the stranger said. He was older, grey like the man who claimed to be her uncle, but also seemed just as distrustful if not more. "You need to help before your uncle has a fit."

"The clear red for pain," Hermione said hoarsely. "The darker red is for blood loss. I have to take all the syrups for both."

He carefully lifted her head and helped her lift the bottles to her lips and watched as she carefully swallowed both.

"What's the green sludge like one?" He asked.

"Antibiotics," Hermione answered a little more strongly. "That one I only sip on for a few days until it is gone."

She took the bottle with a shaky hand and sipped before replacing the top and setting it on a bedside table then tried to leave the bed, but he tried to stop her when it was clear she wasn't searching for the loo.

"Where are you going, missy?" He asked harshly.

"I need to see Phoenix," Hermione answered. "Where's my brother? Where's Declan and Emily?"

His eyes became colder at the mention of Emily's name, but he dragged her across the hall to another room where the boys were silently chatting and playing with a deck of playing cards.

"Mine!" Phoenix rushed to her and wrapped his small arms around her hips.

"Mon cheri," Hermione murmured into his hair and reached for Declan to join them in their hug.

"What happened?" Phoenix asked. "Who was screaming earlier? Why were you watching such a horrible movie?" He asked.

"I was reassured the movie was a classic," Hermione said, "but it was a little to gory for my tastes. I'll not watch it again."

"Good," Phoenix said firmly as he stood on the tips of his toes and reached up to place a kiss on her cheek. He yawned and Hermione ushered him and Declan onto the bed and recited one of their favourite stories and tucked their covers around them. The strange man watched them from the doorway as the boys slowly fell asleep, Hermione finished tucking them in and gave them a goodnight kiss.

"You seem lively after taking those medicines," the man commented as he led her back to her room.

"I have been on a regimen after Bellatrix tortured me," Hermione said quietly as he followed her into her room. She noticed a wide armchair in the corner of the room and curled up in it as he stood watching. "Tom calls himself a doctor, but he's been around the hospital long enough to talk with the doctors and knows more than they pride themselves on knowing. He just lacks the education to put himself through university."

"He looked young enough to get in before he turned forty," he said.

Hermione hummed thoughtfully in reply as she quickly thought over her friends to find out which of them had been 'Tom'.

"You should rest, las," he said as he pointed his chin at her bed. "That was some wicked attack you had earlier."

"May I ask your name?" Hermione asked.

"I'm Liam, Miss Riley," he emphasised her surname. "Your uncle's lieutenant." He closed the door behind him and she waited a few minutes before peeking out into the hall before entering the boys' room and snuggled in behind Phoenix. Not a moment later, Liam rushed into the room and Hermione ignored him as she covered herself and looked up at him with a lifted eyebrow.

"Goodnight, Liam," she said quietly before making herself comfortable.

He growled before slamming the door shut.

Phoenix and Declan woke abruptly, but Hermione soothed them before falling asleep herself.

It felt like she was back in the forest, stirring with every noise in that old house, except she had more to lose than her life and she didn't have Harry to worry about, but two young boys who couldn't defend themselves as Harry could. She wondered where Emily and Ian were, but it seemed like Liam was going to make her pull a few of his teeth before answering, and she didn't have the energy for teeth pulling.

He wasn't reacting to her violently but seemed ready to break her neck if she tried, so she didn't question him again and she definitely didn't try to escape with the boys…her energy levels and magical core were too exhausted for them to be successful.

She would have to make a full recuperation before she attempted any wandless magic and that could take months. Her recovery would be quicker if she had her wand, but that was a luxury she had to make do without. They would have to rely on Emily's cues to get them out of their predicament.

Hopefully that would be soon.

The sun was hardly breaking through the midnight shadows when Liam came in again and barked at them to get up. Hermione quickly dressed the boys before grabbing the healing potion in the room assigned to her and they made it outside before Liam could come in and bark at them again. He started at them for a few moments before ushering them into a black jeep with darkened windows.

Hermione hardly had time to notice they were in Surrey before the door closed and they were off again.

They drove for the next few hours before stopping at a small diner for Liam to order takeaway. Hermione encouraged they boys to eat while she nibbled on her breakfast and took a sip from her healing potion. She knew she could take it all at once but taking the potion slowly would benefit her more over the next few days, she would have more of a magical boost until it finished, but she would have to refrain from using her magic until she could apparate all four of them to safety.

It was nearing afternoon when they arrived at a private airpark and port, another vehicle was waiting for them. A smile nearly broke out across her face when she saw Emily but she withheld it. Declan was very excited and Phoenix smiled widely but Hermione knew she had to react carefully to her newly discovered uncle. She could in no way place him under Emily and she would in no way love him more or better than her friend.

"Hello, uncle, Em," Hermione greeted them with a kiss to their cheeks before guiding Phoenix to the stairs of the small plane. "Was there perhaps a purple syrup in the medical bag?" She asked when they were all seated.

"Here," Emily handed it to her.

"Thank heavens," Hermione breathed as she took a sip and settled in her seat.

"What is that?" Ian asked.

"A personalised variation of Alprazolam," Hermione answered. "Tom tailored it especially for me after I returned from Bella's good hospitality," she continued with a tad of sarcasm that went over the boys' head but the adults caught on. "I was to continue taking it until I was cleared by a…psychiatric doctor of my choosing. I ran instead," she shrugged. "Obviously Tom kept my medications on hand."

It was an excuse for how quickly she healed.

Apparently old Tom from the Leaky was now a doctor and a chemist.

"Interesting," Ian said as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

He could use someone as knowledgeable on his team to keep them robust and healthy.

"It's a shame you severed their connection," Emily commented to Ian. "Tom hates violence of any kind. I suspect he's tossed out anything reminding him of Mia as soon as he got home. Shame though, would have been nice to see that long red hair around here. We could have swapped hair tips."

It had been Bill Weasley.

He was her first choice after Professor Snape, Harry would have been too short-sighted and charged in and made the situation worse.

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"The three bedrooms at the end the hall are yours if you decide to stay," Dave said before hobbling toward JJ. "Sorry I have to head into work."

"We're on call at all hours," JJ said apologetically. "Mister Potter said he'll be stopping by in a few minutes with lunch."

"Thank you for allowing us into your home," Lucius said to Dave who nodded in reply as JJ handed him a suitcase and coat.

"My home is open as long as you need it," he said. "We're all here for Mia and Phoe."

.

Before Emily and Ian's wedding ceremony starts…A different take…

"Bonjour, 'ermione," the elegant woman said quietly as she stared down at her with soft eyes

"Madame Delacour!" Hermione whispered as quietly as she could and tried not to look to obvious.

"We 'ave been searc-" she started.

"Shh!" Hermione softly hissed and glanced at the men behind her. "The groom is my uncle, Madame. You must away before we become too suspicious. He's an international terrorist and serial-killer."

Madame Delacour casually sat back and leaned into Hermione.

"Pourquoi…Why are you with such a man?" She asked.

"We do not have a choice," Hermione said with watery eyes and quickly closed them before opening them again.

"We must away," she said as she stood and pulled Hermione up with her.

The man behind her pulled Hermione back before she could take a step with Fleur's mother.

"My friend is concerned I will miss my aunt's entrance," Hermione said to Madame Delacour. "Perhaps you might take my brother and cousin before the ceremony starts?" She asked.

"Come, mes garçons," Madame Delacour said to the boys.

"It's alright," Hermione said to the boys. "Madame D is taking you both to the loo. Make sure you both go because we cannot disturb the ceremony when it starts. Phoenix may need a little help," she said to the woman. "I am sorry to ask."

"It is fine," Madame Delacour said with a smile and toss of her hair that threw off the men and left them stunned.

Hermione thanked every being she could think of for the beauty of veela.

"Yes, auntie Mi," Declan said as he pulled Phoenix along and willingly followed after the older woman, slightly dazed.

"Please do not give the good Madame any trouble," Hermione quietly called to them before sitting again. Hermione turned to find Ian just as dazed and counted the seconds, slowly relaxing as a minute, then two minutes, then three…then she realised she shouldn't be as relaxed and quickly tensed just as her uncle blinked and the men sat again.

An organ started on cue and Hermione looked around for any more familiar faces while pretending to be looking for Phoenix and Declan and slowly started feeling anxiety from being separated from Phoenix for so long.

She turned to look at the man who held her back with worry and quickly stood up with the rest of the crowd.

"Where are they?" Hermione hissed at the man as she allowed herself to build upon her panic and started wringing her hands together. She glared at him and snatched the handkerchief from his pocket and started wringing the fabric. "Didn't you know the woman?" Hermione asked him.

His face took on a pinched look and Hermione fought back tears and struggled to breathe.

"Oh, God," Hermione breathed.

Emily finally reached them and Hermione smiled at her and discreetly waved.

She thought Emily could tell she was just as strained to act as happy as she was.

Hermione could see through the cracks in Emily's façade just as her friend could see through hers.

Ian ignored it all and continued to smile as the ceremony dragged on and her knees could barely hold her up as she kneeled and recited every word and song by heart until the organ started playing again and she rushed to exit in the same direction as Madame Delacour, pulling the same man behind her when he tried to stop her again.

"Where are my boys?" She finally allowed herself to panic at her separation from Phoenix as she flitted between people. "My baby," she looked up at the man with her tear-filled golden eyes. "Why did you stop me from taking them to use the loo?" She asked. "Where is my baby? My cousin?" He stayed silent as he had been. "Damn you why will you not answer!" She yelled at him.

He finally started moving his hands and Hermione bit back a sob.

"Go," she whispered. "Go before my uncle Ian finds out. You will not be safe."

She turned and started searching again and he had disappeared in the crowd outside the cathedral.

"Mia!" Emily called to her while Ian was distracted by one of his comrades and quickly stopped at Hermione's appearance. She quickly rushed up to her and Hermione and held her arms. "What's happened?" She hastily asked. "Where are the boys?"

Hermione sobbed.

"Hermione?" Ian said roughly.

"She took them," Hermione breathed harder. "My baby and Declan. They are nowhere."

"Hermione, breathe," Emily demanded. "Who took them?" She started to panic. "My baby, who took my baby?"

Hermione thought she saw a flash of green eyes and a head of long, white-blond hair before her she knew nothing more.

She gasped as she quickly sat up in an unfamiliar room and Emily was quickly beside her.

"Phoenix!" Hermione called. "Baby! Declan, love!"

"Hermione," Emily tried to calm her and Ian rushed into the room.

"Where are my boys?" Ian hissed.

"Madame," Hermione sobbed. "Loo. He stopped me. Boys. Madame," she said brokenly. "He stopped me," she wailed.

"Hermione, you're going to hurt yourself, breathe!" Emily demanded while she slightly shook her. "You will pass out again if you don't breathe."

"My baby," Hermione gasped. "Need them, please! Hurts!" She started clawing at her chest. "Hurts!" She screamed.

"Oh God," Emily breathed with wide eyes as Hermione struggled to breathe again. "Hermione," she called "Listen. Please. Listen!" She screamed and slapped her and was going to do so again when Ian held her back with a tight grip that she ignored.

"Phoe," Hermione whimpered.

"I am here," a deep baritone voice announced.

Emily gaped at the man while he ignored her and quickly strode to Hermione's side.

"She is in hysterics," the man said as he opened his medical bag and pulled out a stethoscope and placed his fingers over her left wrist while Hermione sobbed and clawed at her dress. "You are hurting yourself, child!" He hissed and Hermione stared up at him blankly.

He quickly flashed a pen light in her eyes and Hermione flinched.

"Breathe," she said as she panted. "Hard. Help. Hurts. Heart."

"Quiet," the man ordered. "You are having a panic attack."

"Baby. Dec," Hermione gasped. "Need. Need!" She screamed.

"You are breaking your skin!" The man hissed as he held her hands down when she started clawing harder at her chest.

"Help her already!" Ian hissed as he pulled out a handgun and pointed it at the man.

He quickly rifled through his bag and broke open two purple pills that he made Hermione swallow while murmuring.

"There you go, girl," he said quietly while Hermione slowly calmed and her eyes slightly glazed. He started feeling her arms and legs before moving up toward her torso.

"What are you doing?" Emily asked.

"Blood flow," the man said as he stopped at her lower stomach and felt more carefully. "You should have told me she is pregnant!" he hissed at Emily and Ian.

"What?" Ian barked and stepped forward to feel Hermione's stomach. "When did this happen?" He curtly asked Emily.

"I don't know," she replied. "Mia never confided."

"Surely you knew she was dating your colleague, Doctor Reid!" Ian hissed.

"She didn't tell me if they ever…did that!" Emily retorted.

"Well obviously they did!" Ian responded. "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch for impregnating my niece out of wedlock!" Emily shared a concerned look with the man attending to Hermione and saw his wand slide up his sleeve before he nodded. "I need to find that other bitch first."

"You should know," the man said as he stood up from his examination. "Those men downstairs," he said quietly when Ian stopped to listen. "I know for a fact they are all well known in human trafficking." Ian paled. "Perhaps your answer lies with them."

Ian rushed out of the room on a mission.

"Is Hermione really alright, Snape?" Emily asked.

"It was the spell I used before Miss Granger's third year," he answered. "It became stronger the more Hermione cared for her brother after her parents' deaths. I released her," he explained. "It is no longer necessary and it seems she was bound to Phoenix tighter than expected."

"They are safe, right?" She asked. "I have to ask because I do need to know not to panic like Mia."

"Madame Delacour recognised Hermione and waited for an opportune time to get her away," he explained as he shrunk his bag and pocketed it. "Miss Granger revealed she could not, but she found an opening for Mister Granger-Malfoy and Mister Prentiss to be taken to back home."

"Thank God," Emily breathed.

"Are you ready, Miss Prentiss?" Severus asked as he held out his hand and placed his other on Hermione's shoulder.

She quickly placed her hand in his and she felt herself being squeezed and pulled before they landed in an elegant foyer.

"I was so ready three days ago," she breathed and tried not to be nauseous. "I haven't done that since 1993."

"Mom!" Declan called as he ran into the foyer.

"Mama!" Phoenix exclaimed as he ran and almost pounced on Hermione, but Severus stopped him.

"Miss Granger's stomach is very sensitive," he warned Phoenix as he lifted him up and carefully placed him beside Hermione. "Be very careful."

"Yes, sir," Phoenix answered as he cuddled into Hermione's side and she quickly wrapped herself around him while she slept.

Narcissa dabbed at her eyes while watching Hermione and Phoenix and Lucius softly smiled down at them.

"Getting soft in your dotage?" Severus quietly teased his friend.

"She is beautiful, like her mother," Lucius ignored Severus.

"The spitting image," Narcissa said with a soft smile as she held Lucius's hand and reached for Severus's. "Our family is whole again," she said with relief.

"Not quite yet," Lucius glared out the window before turning toward the fireplace.

(The after-wedding rescue almost ended the story earlier)

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Tea in Wonderland Owners Abducted

"Find out who their source is," Hotch growled as he slammed the newspaper down on their meeting room table.

"It's been a week," JJ said. "It could be anyone by this point."

"It's someone close," Hotch ignored JJ. "They know Narcissa Malfoy is Hermione's adopted mom and is taking her place at the shop until Hermione and Prentiss are found."

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Bathhouse discussions…

"Hermione can do small things without it, but we can use the bigger spells," Emily said to Ian. "If she had a wand she could apparate to different places."

"You could create a portkey," Eyal said to Hermione.

"A portkey?" Ian asked.

"I know the theory behind portkeys," Hermione said to Eyal, "but I have never created one." She looked up at Ian. "A portkey can transfer a large group of people from one place to another in a minute. I'm not sure it would be safe for Auntie Em and me."

"But it would be safe for Eyal and the boys," Emily said.

"If I had a wand, I could remove the spells making Phoenix and I untraceable to magic," Hermione said to Ian. "My friends will track me and find us, but I would not trust a portkey I made since I have not practised doing so. We may end up somewhere too dangerous or even drowning at the bottom of the ocean."

"You said something about entering the wizarding world in Tokyo," Emily said.

"If we can get there, I may be able to buy a wand," Hermione replied. "I might have to register with the Japanese Ministry, but if I do I may not need a wand, we could ask for the international flooes and floo to the embassy in Virginia or MACUSA in New York."

"All we need is a day away from here," Ian said thoughtfully.

"That might be too much to hope for," Eyal spoke. "Your men have created a compound on this mountain."

"They're not my men anymore." Ian glared. "We're here alone with no one to protect us."

"Our appointments," Emily said to Ian. "Hermione and me will have a check-up in two weeks."

"Are there any open flooes in that area?" Eyal asked.

"I hardly know magical Japan," Hermione frowned.

"We sent the owl back," Emily said to Hermione.

"I have been putting out bacon bits to see if I could attract another post owl," Hermione said to her. "We are not in Europe anymore so it might take too long."

"I have a burner phone," Eyal said as he held up his mobile.

"Maybe we don't even need magic to escape," Emily laughed.

"But we are not bullet proof," Hermione responded. "If I had my wand, I could create a defensive spell that could repel them," she said thoughtfully. "I have a feeling we are going to need that."

"Keep that close," Emily said to Eyal. "The four of us need a plan."

"I need a bookstore," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"You do know you're bankrupting me with all these books," Ian teased and Emily laughed while Hermione rolled her eyes.

"What about your ICW contacts?" Hermione asked Emily.

"I think they died before the war," she lightly reminded Hermione.

"I may be able to help," Eyal said to Hermione as he pulled out another mobile. "One of my ICW friends was a muggleborn."

"They might be able to get you the wand," Emily said to Hermione.

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