First off, I'd like to sincerely apologize about the lack of updates that has been happening lately. I'm a shitty person, I know.

Secondly, I'd like to address a comment I received not too long ago, which has spurred my decision to change some things around in this story. I was asked how Hermione was supposed to pass as a 15/16 year old. I did think about this when I first started it, and I did make sense of it in my head at the time, but I realized I never gave an explanation.

Hermione would be about 21 at this time, depending on what time of year it is. Somewhere it is mentioned about being a professor, so she should be about 21 at this time, unless the accident happened during the spring term of 2001, rather than the fall term. But as I am the author, I thought it being during the fall term.

Women typically don't begin to age much from about 15/16 until they are around mid-20's to early-30's. Actually, I know a lot of women who are on the cusp of 40 and still look like they could be a high school/college student (my mother is about to be 50 and could definitely pass for a college student, yay for good genes!)

My point is, is that Hermione would easily pass for a younger age. Emma Watson did.

And, I'm going to go back and make changes just to appease some people. This story is going to be bumped up from fifth year to sixth year. You wont lose much of the story from missing the whole year. A lot of this will be a lot of time jumps from here on out anyways. Anything important that happened in the year that we 'skipped' will happen in their seventh year.

There are a lot of time jumps in this chapter.

Please leave a review! I'm not going to hog chapters away if you don't, but getting feedback will definitely make me hop-to in posting new chapters much quicker.


New Years had passed like a breeze with minimal faults. The trio were having a hard time keeping hands to themselves, and James and Lily had finally sealed the deal. They began officially dating on New Years. They were still in their nervous new-relationship attitude, only having kissed twice since the grand New-Years-Kiss. The three mates, however, were having zero problems with shoving their horniness to the world.

For good cause, though. They only had about five months before they would be separated for two.

Although, Hermione had failed to tell then they would be separated for summer holiday…

Goodbyes to Dorea and Charlus were bittersweet. Hermione had enjoyed being in their company quite a lot.

The train ride back to Hogwarts was spent with Hermione arse-up in a silenced, disillusioned compartment.

That was a great time.

James and Lily had pretty much had it with the trio after a few weeks. Peter was gone quite a bit, as well. Not that they noticed much. Every free moment was spent in Hermione's bed doing Godric-knows-what.

The rest of the year was gone quickly. NEWT's taken, and nothing too crazy happening.

Hermione still hadn't told the boys she would be gone for summer holiday.

"What're you doing, love?" Sirius asked as he came up behind her, circling her waist tightly.

"Yeah, why haven't you packed yet?" Remus added, dropping his trunk in the doorway of her room.

Hermione looked at the two of them, and let out a breath.

"I have..I have some important things to do over holiday. With Uncle Albus. We'll be staying here for a while." She told them, scratching her cheek..

"But you'll come visit us, right? Or we can come up here. I'm sure Dumbledore will open the floo-"

"No, Sirius. I can't explain it yet, alright? But we won't see each other again until next term. Unless Albus and I get our stuff done early." Hermione sighed, cupping Sirius' cheek in one hand, and reaching towards Remus with the other.

Remus crossed the room, and wrapped his arms around his two mates, holding them closely. He wasn't going to argue or make her tell him anything. Yet, anyways. He had about had it with her secrets.

One time, after quite an orgasm, Remus had seen a glamour flicker on Hermione's skin. Of course, he knew of the large scar across her body. It was from when she first came here. But when the glamour flickered, he had seen so many more littered across her pale skin.

"Explain soon, Hermione. Please." Remus whispered, pressing a kiss to her head.

"You've got to go or you'll miss the train." Hermione whimpered softly. She was not ready to be separated.

The arms around her squeezed tightly. She shared a kiss with both of her boys, and then they were gone.

Hermione felt empty.

It was time to do some horcrux hunting.

RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS

"Are you sure this is the right place?"

Hermione huffed a breath, "Yes, sir...Or, well, there could be one other place, depending on whether or not certain actions have been taken yet, but I'd rather face inferi than Walburga Black." Hermione crossed her arms, her new dragon hide jacket squeaking slightly.

Dumbledore shot her a sideways grin, and a wink.

"Well then, let's get this show on the road."

The inferi weren't as difficult to deal with since they knew about them. They simply had to keep the room as lit up as possible. Upon walking in, they both casted Lumos Maxima. Inferi were terribly afraid of light.

Hermione offered to drink the potion, but Albus wouldn't let her. It was awfully difficult to force a potion down a begging man's throat, but it was over and done with. Hermione tapped Dumbledore's chest a few times whispering a soft "Lenio", and provided him with a canteen of water. She grabbed the locket and apparated the two of them out of there as fast as possible.

RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS

The locket and the diadem sat about twenty feet apart, right outside of Hogwarts Castle. Dumbledore had casted some sort of barrier around them, and was simply waiting for Hermione to begin.

Hermione shook the little ball out of the locket, and held it in her hand. She pushed her magic into the ball and it transformed into the knife.

"In order to open the locket, we have to speak the word 'open' in parseltongue. Unfortunately I'm not confident in my abilities, and I know you can't speak it either. So just bear with me, this may take a while." Hermione told Albus, holding the knife in one hand. She stood a bit away from the locket and did her best to channel Harry.

"Psshaaa loshe shech-"

"No, that doesn't sound right. Honestly, Ronald could do it. Come on Hermione." She muttered to herself.

"Shhhheah lauch chessssss-"

"Ssaiah lahhsh sehhs-"

"Alright, dear, you're going to start offending the snakes." Dumbledore teased her, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Did I really say something bad?" She asked, scratching the back of her neck.

"Not too bad, dear. Continue." He grinned.

"Shiah lesshessh-"

The locket clicked open, and it was like the calm before the storm. Everything went quiet.

"Odd, I thought something-"

"You honestly think you're worth anything? You're too old for us! We don't care about you!"

"How could you lie to us, Hermione? We loved you. Now you mean nothing to us. Nothing."

"We don't love you anymore. In fact, we never did. You're goblin drool to us."

"Sirius, I-"

"No, Hermione. You're not worth it. You should have died a long time ago. You failed us, and you failed Harry."

"No! I didn't! I won't!"

Hermione sliced downwards as hard as she could, and the locket screamed in agony.

"Hermione! There you are, are you alright, dear?" Dumbledore asked, crouching low next to her.

Hermione nodded, swallowing thickly, "Nothing a bit of chocolate and butterbeer can't fix." She said softly, her voice hoarse.

"I'll destroy this one, and we'll get you those things. I think we'll be okay if we leave this alone for the rest of the summer." Albus told her.

Hermione wanted to decline, and say they needed to continue to search, but she felt drained from just the one. She hadn't been there when Ronald had destroyed it the first time. She had no idea something like that would happen.

There were only three to go, if Hermione was lucky enough. And two of them were within Voldemort's ranks. They could wait. Hermione knew they could.

RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS

A nice, hot bath, and a floo call with her boys was just what she needed. Although, she still felt terribly off about what the horcrux said. She knew it was just reflecting her fears back to her, but it didn't hurt her any less. Guilt was weighing her down. She knew she needed to tell them, but she feared if she told them before they were finished with all of the horcruxes, they would be furious. They wouldn't let her go anymore, or worse, they would say they had to go too. More bodies just meant more people to keep track of, in the end. She couldn't have that.

She would tell them. What was the difference in now, and a year or so from now, though?

Not much, she told herself. Not much.

RHS RHS RHS RHS RHS

Letting up the glamour on her skin was the first step to the truth. She knew that. It would cause a lot of questions from the other students, but she didn't really care. She was mostly scared of how Sirius and Remus would react. They would probably think that she had gotten into a lot of trouble over the summer, but she would tell them the truth. She got them all from a war, and an entirely too rambunctious childhood. She thanked Godric that the boys were so patient with her. They would know the full story one day, and they knew that. She just hoped that opening up to them this way would be enough for now.

The new term was about to start, their last year at Hogwarts. She had never had a seventh year, herself, but she had passed all of her NEWTS and things. Though, she didn't really need any of them. She was apart of The Golden Trio, after all. A job wasn't something hard to come by for her, in her time.

With the new term about to start, Albus agreed to letting her boys come back early. All of them, including Peter, and James. They had a three days to themselves before the professors came back, and a week for the rest of the students. Hermione hoped it was enough time for them to adjust to the new information.

So, there she stood, in Albus's office, all glamours down, awaiting for her boys to floo through from the Potter's Estate.

The first swoosh happened, and Hermione was surprised to see that it was Peter that had came through first, and not Remus or Sirius. She didn't pay much mind to it, and enveloped a very shocked looking Peter into a hug.

Next came James, who pressed his lips together, quickly hiding them with his hand.

"Missed you, 'Mines." He whispered to her as they hugged tightly. Hermione almost thought it was Harry. They had such a similar 'I'm sad but I'm going to pretend that I'm okay' voice.

"Missed you too." Hermione told him, a soft smile on her face as he pulled back.

The floo swooshed once more, and both boys came tumbling out, wide grins on their faces.

Until they saw the state of their beloved.