I know, I know, I should be writing something else. Wait, that isn't me. I have been writing something else. Something that has not been updated in a while but waiting all the same. However, this story wanted to be started. The plunny was running in circles, day and night and it was very insistent to at the very least, have the intro started. So here it is. It will be slow burn, incredibly sad in some areas but with a HEA of course. This is only my second crossover into the MCU, and I really hope that you will enjoy it. There will be wizarding world bashing. Many characters as much as the stories have fulfilled me over the years, really irritate me now. Lol Now to write the summary….

Disclosure: This story is my story; I am not getting paid at all for it and do it for my enjoyment and sanity. Updates will be unscheduled but as often as real life and my muse allow. If you recognize any characters, they belong to the MCU or Ms. Rowling.

Summary:

The war ended and the secrets of the dead were revealed. The fallout was devastating. Hero's actions are questioned and those believed to be friends and family show their true faces. 10 years later and half a world away Hermione has begun a new life with new friends, an important government job and more secrets than you can shake a wand at. But secrets have a way of showing up on your doorstep when everything is going right, only to illuminate everything done wrong.

The Last Lady Prince

Chapter 1

He had finally tracked her down. It probably should have been the first place that he looked, but for some reason it didn't seem to click with him. It was probably something that she had done to deter him, but for some reason she had slipped in her charms.

Every year, the first week of May, Hermione would disappear. Not out of thin air or anything magical, she just purposely took her vacation this week and would not defer it for any reason. The end of the world could be coming and like clockwork Hermione would leave on her vacation, not returning until after the seventh of the month. The weeks leading up would be terrible. She would grow more distant and reserved than normal and her eyes would begin to look haunted. She ate when reminded but lost weight that her slight frame could not afford to lose. She never spoke of the meaning of this particular week. He knew that she had too many ghosts to name, but he had hoped that with time and their burgeoning friendship outside of work that she might confide in him, at least a little, but as with his own past sometimes there were no words to explain or describe the pain.

It was mid-morning on the day of May 2nd, when he tracked her down to Finnegan's Bar in the Soho area of New York. It was more of a pub than a bar with its dark paneled wood walls. Tapestries covered parts of the walls and food that was native to Scotland and Ireland. Every time that he visited Finnegan's he found a rousing crowd that was easy to talk too and lively music playing, but he also sometimes noticed the silent conversations between the owner Seamus Finnegan, his partner George Granger and Hermione. Sometimes it was a name, sometimes a phrase and other times a song would bring a haunted look to the three friend's faces and the look of understanding would pass between them. If they were not such a young group of friends, the haunted look could be mistaken as the looks that passed between soldiers that had fought together in a war, that had shared the front line and lived to tell the tale but had also lost numerous friends to that same war.

Reaching for the knob of the door, he felt a ward pass over him. He had mentioned it once to Hermione when he had entered her apartment after helping her return from a stay in the hospital. She turned to him with a small smile on her face and a brightness to her eyes that had not been there before and asked if he might chat with her sometime about his distant relatives. "There might be a witch or wizard somewhere in your past undiscovered," she said with a wink.

Now he just felt a small tingle and a slight need to be somewhere else for a moment before shaking his head and redirecting his focus to the witch that he was searching for.

"We're closed." He heard someone say from behind the bar in a soft English accent. He looked up and saw a young man that he was unfamiliar with putting away stock behind the bar. The man looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, was dark skinned and had mesmerizing eyes. He looked to be about the same age as Hermione, Seamus and Luna and carried the look of someone ready for battle. It was in the tightness of his shoulders and the alertness of his face. He had seen and survived as had the others and he knew that this must be another friend from England.

"I'm sorry, we've never met, my name is Phil Coulson, I'm a friend of Hermione's. I haven't seen her in awhile and I just wanted to see if she was, ok?"

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't expecting anyone stopping by. The boys didn't mention anything, and I forgot to lock up after their delivery, he said waving to the boxes behind him. I'm Dean Thomas." He said reaching across the bar to shake Phil's hand.

"Nice to meet you Dean." Said Phil smiling at the younger man "A friend from across the pond"?

"Yeah, I've known the brats forever. I thought I would come over and check the place over, I haven't seen the place since they bought it and I thought that I would see how much the bar and the city had changed."

"It has definitely grown on me since I began coming here six years ago. The atmosphere is something else." Remarked Phil.

"Yes, looking around at his friend's pride and joy, it certainly does have an atmosphere about it." Said Dean with a smirk.

"Have you seen Hermione? Phil asked, letting his concern for his friend bleed through. I know that she usually takes this week off work, but something has come up that I need to talk to her about, something that I don't think will wait until she returns."

"Mate, I would get her any day but today." Said Dean looking as haunted as he had seen the others on occasion. "Today is not a good day."

"She hasn't been hurt has she?" asked Phil, really getting worried now. He knew that she had not been herself for weeks. Always haunted but still scarily efficient.

"She is as good as can be expected, if she hasn't told you what today is, I can't break her confidence." Explained Dean with a bit more tightness to his jaw, "I'll let her know that you were looking for her and have her get back to you."

Suddenly there was a harsh knocking on the front door to the pub, the sound seemed to reverberate throughout the building.

When Dean did not move to answer the door, Phil looked at him speculatively.

"Aren't you going to see who it is?"

"I know who it is."

"The door was unlocked when I came in and you didn't lock it behind me."

"It is on a timer; they won't be getting in."

The knock sounded again, along with the sound of swearing.

"They sound a bit upset."

"Not my problem."

"Bloody hell Finnegan! He's my brother, you had no right to take him away from us." Came a furious male voice through the door.

"It wasn't Seamus that took George, it was the bloody bitch Granger" came a hissing voice.

"Hermione, if you are in there, you better answer this door." Yelled another man.

"Fucking wankers," snarled an Irish sounding voice, coming from the hall that led to the kitchen of the pub.

"Every fucking year, they show up thinking that they are going to get to them and every bloody year I have to call Macusa on them to get them to leave."

The burly statured Seamus Finnegan came barreling through the bar headed for the front door, barely acknowledging Dean and the struck silent Phil Coulson.

They heard one set of doors open and close with a loud defining click of the lock engaging before hearing the second set of doors open and the Irish man start yelling at the three people that were attempting to barge into his business.

Phil and Dean headed for a window where they would not be seen easily to eavesdrop on the argument brewing outside.

"Oi! You've no business here, none of ya!" yelled Seamus, looking at his former classmates, his former friends. "You've disowned us all; you have no reason to be here today of all days."

"I don't know what that witch told you, but we never disowned George or you or Luna."

"Maybe not in so many words, but when this wanker told his supposed sister to leave and to stay away from his friends and family, he basically condemned all of us." He said pointing to the messy haired green-eyed man standing in front of him. "And he was going off of your orders Ginevra, Godrick knows the boy doesn't know how to think for himself or he would have picked up on your little lies years ago" he said looking at the redheads with disgust.

At that implication he could see both redheads start to get angry, their faces turned a ruddy red and their posture got stiffer. Throwing her long hair over her shoulder, Ginny got right up in the Irish man's face.

"Just send our brother out and that blasted witch and we'll finish this. I do not know what she did to trap George and keep us from conceiving, but she needs to reverse it and let us live our lives. She had no right to curse our family and steal our brother."

"Whose brother?" asked Seamus "Your brothers don't live here."

"George, you great goof" said Ron trying to be a bit more diplomatic after his sister's outburst did not bring forth the outcome that they were hoping for.

"I'm sorry, wait no I'm not, George isn't your brother anymore. He is no longer a Weasley, has not been for some years in fact. Thought that you would have known that when none of your owls reached him." Said Seamus with a smirk.

"So, what did he take your name?" asked Ginny with a snear. "I know that Macusa is not as open to wizard marriages as the Ministry was, how did you manage it? I am sure it wasn't legal."

Looking at the pretentious witch in front of him and wondering if all her allure was bottle made and if that is what drew his best friend in years ago or if it was something else.

"No George didn't take my name, no he took his sister's name, he wanted it to live on as both of her parents were dead, and she had no other siblings."

Looking a bit put out, Ginny leaned against Ron, hardly believing that George would have left them to become Luna Lovegood's brother.

"So, what, he is George Lovegood?" asked Harry "That doesn't explain why he left Britain and everyone that loved him behind."

"No, he's not a Lovegood." Said Seamus with a smirk. "He is a Granger. "George Granger"