Oh my, Oh my, Oh my. The world has gone crazy since I posted chapter one of this story. Can we say Dementor Flu? We all need chocolate and Patronus's. Not to make light of a terrible real-life instance. I believe that I had it before it became the big thing and I would not wish it on anyone.

Four weeks later and I am still experiencing shortness of breath.

I hope that everyone is staying safe and staying home if at all possible. I have been lucky and able to work from home and only leave my house once a week to restock. My children do not leave the house. With my supposed free time, I have been trying to find my muse, clean my house and completely restructure my YouTube channel. It still needs work. Lol.

I want to thank all of those that enjoy fanfiction in the medical community, in retail, the food industry and shipping. Thank you for keeping our world spinning.

So here is the next chapter in this crazy story. I really felt the need to build their relationship, before tearing it apart again. But don't fret, we will see the three together again. We will hopefully be bringing some new characters into their fold and trying our hardest to save others. Thank you all for your kindness and support of this story. It means the world to me.

Chapter 2

She felt more than saw the dawn rising. The tightness in her chest seemed to pull in more drastically then ever before. If the world wasn't depending on the three of them, she might have given into the oncoming panic attack, but it was, and she couldn't.

Her markers were in place. The candles that she had hoarded so carefully this past year were placed at each point of the pentagram. The book that Sirius had slipped her so many years before lay before her. She is unsure if he had even known what spells this particular grimoire contained, or if he knew that only a descendant of the Black line could open it, or the witch that would carry the next descendant of the Black line, though through a cadet branch. She touched her belly briefly in sorrow, knowing that this was Percy's child and that if this ritual worked, that the child would not survive to travel with them. It would be their greatest sorrow, even after everything they had lost.

She had been terrified upon learning that she was pregnant, but even so had felt the briefest bit of hope that things would get better. Now she realized what an impossible dream that was. She only hoped that in her next lifetime that this child's soul returned to them or at the very least found the peace that was lost to them in this world.

She knelt quietly between the two men that had stolen her heart. It hadn't happened quickly or even at the same time. She had noticed both of course. She knew them from her first day at Hogwarts.

One was the professor that she could never please, the other was the older brother of the boy that she once thought could be more. Until she noticed his jealousy, his cruelty and his inability to chew with his mouth closed.

His manners, his patience and his intelligence drew her to him and once knowing him better, it drew her to them, for her professor had recognized the strength of character in Percy Weasley and the ability to think for himself and not be reeled in by the twinkling eyes and "Greater Good" of Albus Dumbledore.

Throughout her first three years at Hogwarts, she appreciated the time that Percy spent explaining the ideals of the wizarding world to her. Helping her find research books in the library and advising her on future careers. Yes, he could be a prat at times, at least in the eyes of his brothers, but he was always patient with her.

When he wasn't consumed by his own schoolwork, his infatuation with Penelope Clearwater and riding roughshod over his brothers and sister, who didn't appreciate it. He would spend time with her. When she was abandoned by Ron and Harry, he was one of the few that even noticed how thin she was spreading herself and tried valiantly to get her to relax, to take care of herself, to sleep.

By the time that her third year ended and her infatuation with the admittedly roguish Professor Lupin ended, she had a new man to admire, actually two, though she would never admit it at that time or to anyone that she knew that would often tell her she was mental or that she didn't understand what a git he was and he was always trying to do them in.

But she had developed a healthy respect for both Percival Weasley and a certain dark haired, dreamy voiced professor, that put himself between her and a werewolf.

Her visit to the Burrow, the summer before her fourth year, proved a boon for Hermione. She got to see her friend once more and appreciate what he was trying to do for Wizarding Britain, even if it was just beginning with cauldron bottom thickness reports. Unbeknownst to her though after interviewing Potion Master Severus Snape outside of being his student on faulty cauldrons, Percy had developed somewhat of a healthy crush on the professor himself.

By the time the winter holidays had arrived, she had built up an even more solid relationship with Percy. He wrote to her about his thoughts on the ministry and his concern about Harry being entered into the tournament. Because he knew as well as she did that while Harry might be a smart lad if he applied himself, he wasn't smart enough or powerful enough to hoodwink the cup, no matter what his younger brother and sister said.

He listened when she confessed to being asked to the Yule ball, asking if it had been Harry or Ron that had requested her presence and was rightfully annoyed for his friend when she admitted than neither of her friends saw her as a girl, even though Ron had asked her as a last resort.

Throughout the Yule Ball dinner, he tried to engage Harry in conversation, but his subtle hints were lost on the boy, so he turned his attention to Hermione and Viktor and found far more stimulating conversation and good listeners to what he was imparting on them. He knew that there was something wrong with the ministry, Harry wasn't listening, but he knew that his best friend and Harry's pseudo sister would listen well and try and keep the lad safe.

The end of the evening found Hermione in tears, not from the attentions of Krum as Percy feared, but at the words of his younger brother who had behaved like a prat the entire evening. While he could understand his distaste for his robes (how could his mother have given those to his socially awkward brother was beyond him.) but he had ruined several people's night and most especially Hermione's.

Wanting to bring a smile to his friend's face, he guided her off to an unused classroom, magicked some music to play and took her in his arms, slow dancing and singing along to some of the muggle music that he had recently started listening to. Not only had he surprised her, but he also brought a smile and a slight blush to her face. He walked her back to her common room, dropped a kiss on her forehead and watched her walk away, taking a small bit of his heart with her.

It would be a short-lived relationship with Viktor and the beginning of a friendship between Percy and Severus before Hermione would admit her growing feelings for Percy. It took being confined to Grimmauld place with the entire Weasley family before she would get up the nerve to kiss him on the cheek, while Severus finally decided to take something for himself and caught Percy in an empty room and snogged him speechless.

Percy was torn between the two people that he admired the most. One of them bordering on too young and the other a spy for the order and a Death Eater to boot. He had never thought that he would meet and get to know two people that were not only like him, but also that balanced him. Light, grey and dark. They balanced each other, though the two were not at that point at all as one was a student and one a professor, but with the war ramping up, it was only a matter of time.

Percy deserted his family or so they thought, but he kept in secret contact with Hermione, desperate for any news of his family, knowing that they felt that he had chosen his job over them. He wrote to Ron and the twins, warning them of Umbridge and her place in the ministry, praying that they would heed his words but knowing by their response that they would not.

He met with Hermione when he could, when Harry and Ron were mad at her, she would travel to Hogsmeade on her own and they would meet at an obscure tea shop that more adults visited then students and talk as carefully as they could while they each fell a little more for each other.

Hours later Severus would meet up with him at the small cottage that he received from his Uncle Billius upon his death.

The time alone with Severus was wonderous and while his heart filled with love for the taciturn man, he was unsure how to explain that he was also half in love with the young witch that he had once proclaimed as an insufferable know-it-all.

The culmination came when Percy had learned that Hermione had been injured at the ministry and almost died. It had only been Severus's knowledge of the dark arts and Dolohov's curse that saved her. His questioning of Severus clued the dark man into the truth of his feelings and in his fear, he admitted everything. Not that he had ever been unfaithful, but that he had true feelings for them both and he believed that Hermione had feelings for him as well.

Severus was at a loss as to what to do with his red headed lover and his feelings for the little swot that was one of the most intelligent witches he had ever known. He did not know if he would survive this war but would do everything that he could to ensure that the two of them did and prayed that he would not be left behind.

He made it a point to get to know Hermione as less of a student that summer at Headquarters and more as the young woman that his lover also had feelings for and he encouraged Percy in his pursuit of the witch after a partial disclosure of their relationship. He could also see how the three of them fit like pieces of a puzzle.

It was hard, getting on the same page as the younger two, but when Hermione had gone to him after asking the headmaster for protection for her parents and had been denied and asked him to help her hide them, he knew that he had her trust. And as he and Percy held her tightly afterwards at Percy's cottage while she cried, he knew that he was just as lost as Percy was.

He looked at his lover and kissed the top of Hermione's head as she held on to him tightly and when she nuzzled up into his neck he leaned down and rubbed his nose along the side of her face before catching her lips in an innocent kiss. She looked up at him a bit dazed, she turned to Percy and he leaned in and offered her an innocent kiss as well, knowing that it was too soon after losing her parents to explore this further, They both went back to just holding her until she cried herself to sleep. In the morning though when he kissed Percy goodbye at the door, he noticed the blush upon her face, and no words were spoken in objection to the soft kiss that he placed upon her lips as well.

He left the small cottage, knowing that he was leaving his heart behind.

The remainder of her sixth year was only made bearable by her infrequent visits with both Severus and Percy and though the only time that they had been truly together had been during the Easter Holiday, She felt deep within her soul that these two men were meant for her. Even after the death of Dumbledore at the hands of Severus and the continued animosity directed at Percy for not attending Dumbledore's funeral nor his brother's wedding and for continuing to toe the line with ministry. Her feelings for both wizards grew.

The war continued, and it was the late-night communication with Severus and Percy that got her through her time camping with Harry and Ron. It was the infrequent visits of either, but never both men to their little campsite, that saved her sanity. When she had been tortured at Malfoy Manor, it was thoughts of their safety that got her through her torture, not wanting to give their perilous relationship away to the witch that would ultimately try to kill them all. The death of Harry Potter and the destruction of Voldemorts body ended the second blood war.

The third war began when the smoke cleared and the dead and survivors were accounted for.

Their losses were staggering. Both sides had lost family and friends, but when the ones that they felt shouldn't have survived came forward at the funerals to pay their respects. Hell broke loose once again.

The loss of Fred Weasley had devastated the family along with the disfigurement of Ron Weasley, but the death of Harry Potter would not be tolerated by either Molly or Ginny Weasley.

When news of Percy's relationship with Hermione Granger and Severus Snape came to light after the latter had killed Dumbledore and the former had abandoned his family in times of war, the fury of Molly Weasley was unleashed upon the world.

The upstart Muggleborn that should have been protecting her son and her would have been son in law had instead been convorting with the traitor and a murderer and that could not be born.

No amount of reasoning could sway the witch and whomever would listen from her damnation of the trio. Severus Snape should not have lived, when a good man such as Remus Lupin had been killed, leaving behind a son. Percy Weasley should have been felled by the wall, not the perfect son and twin Fred. And Hermione Granger should have died or been severely disabled, no matter that she had been attacked by a troll, petrified by a Basilisk, almost bitten by a werewolf, held captive by merpeople, scarred by a deatheater and tortured by a psychopath for hours since being introduced to the wizarding world. She should have been the one sacrificed for the greater good. It was for her type of people that the fighting started.

They went into hiding. There were enemy one, two and three.

They tried living muggle but were still hunted as there were a few half-bloods that could navigate both worlds. Fighting broke out all over the enclave. The leaders of the light punishing all that they believed had wronged them, no matter their alliances prior to the war, prior to Voldemort's resurrection, prior to his first disappearance. Actions of war were punished severely. The muggleborns tried to flee but were detained for their protection. They died for treason against the world that they were so innocently invited to, but never wanted in.

Voldemort was resurrected again with the blood of Neville Longbottom. It seemed any old enemy's blood would do and it hadn't had to be Harry's to complete that ritual.

Where the previous reincarnation of Voldemort and been crazy, this one was completely psycho. He found the trio and while Percy was forgiven for his lapse in judgement, he was a great servant of the ministry and could help the Dark Lord take it over once again. Once he had been properly branded of course.

The need for a new army saved Hermione from being raped, though she had been tortured before proof of her pregnancy had been found.

Severus had suffered the worse for his treachery. While his potion services were needed, his ability to stand and walk was not, and the curses used on him disabled him. It was the last stand of Lucius Malfoy that saved them. Without him having lost both his wife and his son to the light for following the orders of a madman, he might have crumbled. But when he found purpose in his death for freeing his best friend and his loved ones, he made sure he went out in a blaze of glory.

This found the Soul Bonded Trio at a property once owned by the Granger family. A home that no one knew of but would be instantly traceable once Hermione began the ritual. Her magic had been marked by the Dark Lord and by those she once considered to be her friends.

They would search for her and try and stop her. They would keep her alive as long as it took for her to bare her child before determining if it was another Weasley and it would live, or if it was the murder's of the leader of the light and needed to be destroyed. The trio would not be needed and would be destroyed. Percy had defied the side of the light. Little did they know, but without the information that Percy was providing from the ministry, to certain members of the order as well as herself and Severus, they would not have survived the war. At least the original second wizarding war. But with the lives of those in order lost, so too was proof of what a great man he was, that Severus was and what Hermione had sacrificed to try and save this world that didn't appreciate her trying to save it.

The light appearing in the distance marked the beginning of the ritual. Though the Black family was born of the stars and lived in the darkness, their greatest power lived with the dawn. The beginning of new life. The beginning of a new day. The hope of peace, power and passion. The coming together of soulmates, in this life and their next, until time ends. The only chance they had.