"Hello."

Hermione stood still, watching the crazed witch silently. She didn't know what they would do. They were trapped. They were finished.

All she could do was keep the ones elsewhere safe.

Greyback tugged on her hair, his nose at her neck. She dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands. "Can I have this one?"

"No."

Greyback snarled.

"Let her go."

Hermione felt unsteady on her feet, but she kept her chin up regardless. Greyback shoved her away from him, standing aside. Hermione met the crazed witch's eyes.

Bellatrix Lestrange. Murdered Sirius. This was the woman who had murdered Sirius. And there was fear in her eyes as she beheld Hermione Granger. Fear of her master, and whatever else Voldemort was to her. Because Hermione had the Sword. Because Ron and Harry had found the Sword. And they'd killed a piece of Voldemort with it already.

Hermione did not know that she would survive this. But she did not know that Lestrange would either.

"Crucio."

She screamed. There was nothing but pain between the curse and landing chin first on the marble floor. She writhed against the cold. It burned against the fire inside her.

"Where."

She remembered the Longbottoms. Alice and Frank. Neville's parents. In St. Mungo's, lost to the world but still living in it.

"Please, please, don't."

"Where did you get the sword?!"

"We found it, we just found it, it was just there-"

The pain again. Instant. Curdling her blood and insides. She thought about him. Visiting her when she was mindless in St. Mungo's, too. She wished she hadn't.

The rings were temperamental at best. Sometimes she had to twist hers around her fingers and call his laugh to mind to connect. Sometimes it was a flash of Ron's hair in her peripheral vision. Sometimes it was stolen moments spent idly admiring the photo book he'd given her.

Hermione? His voice in her head. Normally a blessing. Now . . .

"Where did you find it?!"

Panic barked through her. "I don't- we found it. It was it the woods. It's not real."

Hermione?!

"Crucio!"

She didn't think her body existed anymore. There was Fred, screaming with her. And everything else screaming too. Her toes, flayed slowly. Her fingers bursting apart. Her eyes leaking and burning. Her hips aching as though broken. Her knees bent the wrong way. Her elbows, too. Her heart shattering as it tried desperately to keep everything together.

She didn't know what she said. A fake. The sword they had found was a fake. They had found it. Hadn't broken into Gringotts. Just found it in the woods. It had appeared. It always appeared when needed. It was magic.

She laughed a little. Magic. What a silly thing to lose one's mind to.

Her body was gone again. Pain replaced it. Every nerve, every synapse. All of it screaming.

I'll find you, where are you, please, just tell me where you are!

She was no where. Every where. Some where. She wasn't sure. There was just her and the dark, curly haired witch.

"Do not lie to me!"

Something sharp against her throat. Her eyes refused to focus. Her lungs refused to breathe.

"Not. Not lying."

"Yes, you are. And you know what I'll do, when I catch you? Hm? I'm going to carve up your little Weasley, piece by piece, and every lie you tell me will be another moment he lives in agony, knowing it's your fault. I'll drop his brothers' heads at his feet, and then his pesky little sister's, and his filthy parents. All because you lied."

"Not lying," she rasped.

"Shall I fetch your little Weasley, just to make sure?"

"You'll never find him," Hermione said, bringing her head up, crashing into Bellatrix Lestrange's. There was pain again.

Nothing followed.

Sweet, blissful nothing.

~m~

He was useless.

He hated it.

They were in hiding.

He hated that too.

She wasn't answering.

He hated that most of all.

She hadn't answered for a long time before George found him. He took the ring, then healed Fred's hand. Fixed the hole in the wall. Fred knew better than to go after George. He'd tell Fred when Hermione was back. When. When she was back. When, when, when.

Not if.

"Fred."

You'll never find him.

He hoped Lestrange didn't fully realize the fault in her words. The bitch had so clearly meant Ron. And Hermione hadn't realized.

It had been like watching it through Hermione's eyes. Her thoughts were consuming her whole, unable to process everything fast enough.

"Fred, come on."

We found it.

Found what? If they had found what they'd been looking for, why hadn't they come back? Or was it something else? He knew Hermione was lying, but he didn't know what secrets she protected.

He wasn't even sure that she did.

"Fred, look at me!"

He blinked, looking up at his mother. There were tears in her eyes. She touched his chin softly. "What, Mum?"

"Supper."

"I'm not hungry."

"Fred." Her face tightened despite her attempt at a smile. "You're always hungry." He shook his head, leaning back in the chair, pulling away from her. "Don't lose hope, Fred. You can't lose hope now."

He looked past her to the coffee table. Hundreds of Daily Prophets lay in pieces on and around it. For days, days, she'd been scouring each and every page since before the Triwizard Tournament. Searching for every photo of Percy she could find.

They hadn't heard from him in months. He hadn't appeared in any issues of the Prophet in months. For months, there had been absolutely no sign that he existed. He wasn't on the Snatchers lists. He wasn't at work. He wasn't anywhere.

He'd just gone.

"You're right, Mum," Fred sighed. He couldn't make himself smile. He tried. It didn't work. He looked at her though. Her lip wobbled stubbornly as she cried. He forced himself to his feet and hugged her. She tightened her arms around him fiercely. He swallowed the lump in his throat carefully. "I am starving. What'd you make?"

"Little bit of everything," she answered, hurrying away from him, wiping at her cheeks. "Come on, now. We're all waiting for you."

"I love you, Mum," Fred said clearly, before she could duck into the hallway. She paused, looking back at him. He cleared his throat. "I just . . . I don't think we tell you enough."

"It's never too late," she smiled feebly.

He didn't know that she was right.

~m~

"Wake up, dear. Wake up."

Hermione groaned. The voice—not Harry, not Ron. A woman.

She thrashed blindly. It was too bright here. Not at all like things had been before. Thin, strong arms clung to her, shoving her back down. She twisted her knee up into the woman, the witch, clawing at whatever she could, dragging and kicking until she fell off the lip of something onto wooden floors. They'd moved her—somewhere else in Malfoy Manor.

"Wait!"

She was on her feet. Her hands sparked and something smelled like smoke. There was a door. She hoped beyond hope it was unlocked, and it was. She raced out into the hallway, scanning for somewhere to go. The boys. She had to get to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron, Harry and Ron, Harry and Ron.

She ran headlong into a broad chest and bounced unceremoniously to the floor. Her head smacked back into the wood. Stars exploded behind her eyes, and she struggled to focus on the figure leaning over her.

"Fucking hell, Hermione!"

Red hair. Scars. Deep voice. It was enough.

"Bill?" She tried to blink away her fuzzy sight. She felt like Harry again. He had her on her feet before she was at all prepared to be standing again. She listed sideways into the wall.

"Fleur, are you all right?" Bill called, and then Hermione was in his arms. Her head spun aggressively as he brought her back into the room she'd just left. She hissed at the light. There was a serious of clacks, and it lessened. Shades over the windows.

"I am fine," Fleur said. Bill deposited Hermione in the bed. It looked like it'd been attacked by a dragon, smoldering and slashed. Fleur waved her wand and the bed fixed itself around her.

"My wand?" Hermione rasped. Bill procured it from a pocket. She snatched it away greedily. "Harry? Ron?"

"They're here, they're safe. Our place, Shell Cottage," Bill sat on the edge of the bed. "You'll have to share with Luna, they rescued her and a bloke Dean Thomas, think he dated Ginny a bit, and a goblin, that'd be Griphook, and Ollivander—the Ollivander—and we don't have as much space as the Burrow."

"I don't care," Hermione said. Fleur passed her some sort of potion. Hermione sniffed at it.

"Down the hatch, don't try sorting it all out now," Bill chided. "You need to heal."

She took it easily, uncaring of the burn in her throat. Bill pulled some blankets over her, passing the vial back to Fleur.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said weakly. Her voice felt non-existent. Too much . . . Too much . . . "Bill?"

"Rest up," his voice came from eons away. Something warm touched her forehead. Something burning.

It was dark when she woke.

She stumbled out of the room into the hall. The next room was another bedroom. She crashed to her knees before she could close it all the way. Shudders wracked her body and she curled onto her side on the floor. She tried to cry for help, but she couldn't unclench her jaw.

Gentle swearing in both English and French preceded Fleur's slim hands. She murmured a series of incantations next. Hermione's body relaxed slowly, head to toe. Tears slipped away from her before she could stop them.

Fleur noticed, but didn't comment. She helped Hermione sit up against the wall. "'Ead between your knees." Hermione did as she was told. "Bill! Food and water!"

"I need the bathroom," Hermione whispered. Fleur dragged her up and down the hall. Hermione flexed her hand anxiously. "Where's my ring?"

"We took it off." Fleur opened the door at the end of the hallway. She smiled slightly. "Will you fall in wizzout me?"

"I hope not."

She had to sit on the floor when she was done washing her hands. She hauled herself up by the towel rack and opened the door to Fleur and Bill, arguing softly. Bill held a tray of food. They stopped as she leaned against the doorframe.

"Harry and Ron need to talk to you about the goblin," Bill said sharply. Fleur swatted his shoulder lightly.

"Eet will wait," she said firmly. There was a shadow over Bill's eyes that Hermione knew too well.

"You don't like it," Hermione said. Bill frowned at her. "Because you know goblins better. You think the boys were idiots to speak to the goblin without you. Or me."

Bill's eye twitched. "That's unnatural."

"She speaks Weasley better zan I do English," Fleur said smugly, kissing his cheek. She took the tray of food from him. "'Elp her down zee 'all."

Their definition of help was different than Hermione's. Bill picked her up and carried her like a bride, following Fleur back to the little room.

"Where's Luna? What time is it?"

"She and Dean decided to go for a walk on the beach. It's near midnight," Bill answered easily. "You've been asleep most the day."

Bill set her down in the room. She glared at the twin glints of silver in the moonlight as Fleur opened the blinds. "Why're you wearing my ring?"

"You need to eat, dear," Fleur said sternly, setting the tray of food on the bed. Hermione glanced at the selection of cut fruits and vegetables, the crusted bread, the thinly sliced meat, the cheese. She grabbed for the bread, and all but inhaled it.

"Mim renf?" She said through it.

Bill raised an eyebrow, "You're lucky I have five younger brothers. I needed to talk to Fred." Hermione stilled under his gaze. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. "We weren't sure you would make it for a little bit."

"It was just the Cruciatus-"

"No," Fleur held out her hand. Hermione took it, and the older woman placed their fingers at Hermione's neck. At a slim, raised mark. "She- zat 'orrid monster tried to-"

"She marked you twice," Bill interjected calmly, wrapping an arm around Fleur's waist. Fleur brought Hermione's hand to her other forearm. Hermione flinched at the residual pain there. "Keep eating."

Hermione let them pull up her sleeve, eating some grapes quickly.

Mudblood.

She swallowed tightly. Bill's eyes lingered hatefully on the mark. Fleur pulled the long sleeve down over to her wrist again. She planted a scalding kiss to Hermione's temple.

"I'm going to go before I 'urt somezing," Fleur muttered. She kissed Bill gently and left the room. Hermione tried a couple of carrots, wincing at the crunching. It was too loud.

"She cares a lot about you, you know," Bill said softly. Hermione just kept eating. Now that she'd started, she couldn't stop. She felt starved.

"I want my ring back."

"Hermione."

"I accidentally contacted him as she started . . . I don't know what he heard. What he felt."

"George took his ring. He found Fred beating his fist bloody on the wall."

Hermione clenched her teeth. "I need to talk to him."

"You need to rest, Hermione."

Feet pounded through the house. Hermione stared Bill down regardless, eating a slice of green pepper slowly. He didn't flinch. She needed a different tactic. Bill didn't fear her the way his brothers did.

"Bill!" Fleur shouted, likely from halfway across the house, by the sound of it.

"Could you all shut it so we can sleep?!" Ron yelled back from a little nearer.

Bill's attention flickered away from her. She reached for her wand. It soared away from her fingertips and into his hand. She blew a strand of hair out of her face.

"Give," she said lowly, "those back."

The door flew open, and someone landed on top of her, throwing her into the bed. Gunpowder and pine.

"Fred," she breathed.

"'Mione," he answered.

She gripped him tighter, and his mouth drifted over her forehead, then her nose, then he was kissing her, and she was kissing him, and he was warm and real and there and she couldn't get him close enough, even though he was crying and she was crying and-

"I cannot fucking believe you guys."

Fred rolled off her immediately. "Hey, Bill."

"I haven't seen you in months, ass."

Fred shrugged, grinning slowly. He helped Hermione sit up with him. "I said 'hullo.'"

"How's Mum holding up?" Bill asked quietly.

"Better than the rest of us," Fred murmured. Hermione found his hand quickly. He squeezed her tightly. "We moved to Aunt Muriel's. They, uh, they wrecked the shop."

"Wrecked?"

"It's rubble," Fred said thickly. He cleared his throat, staring at their joined hands. "We got the defense stuff out. The Peruvian Darkness, the Shield Line, that sort of . . . The rest is just gone."

"I'm so sorry," Hermione leant her head against his shoulder.

"Any word on him?"

"No. Not yet."

"And Mum is-"

"Yeah."

Hermione didn't know what she'd missed for a moment. But the look on Fred's face mirrored Bill's. A flipped image. A younger brother. An older brother.

"What happened?" Hermione asked.

"Percy dropped out of existence a couple of months ago," Bill said quietly. "I've looked . . . everywhere."

"He's- He's not-"

"No." Fred said firmly. Hermione flinched. "No. He's not. He can't be."

They lapsed into a horrible silence. Hermione reached across the bed for more food. Bill nudged the tray closer to her. She dragged it to the middle of the bed. She offered a few strawberries to Fred. He took them greedily.

"Do us all a favor," Bill stood, smiling slowly. Fred raised his eyebrows. "Silencing Charm."

"Oh, fuck off," Fred made a rude gesture. Bill laughed and wandered out, closing the door behind him.

Hermione munched thoughtfully on her food. Fred stole the rest of the strawberries. She peeled apart some salami, wrinkling her nose at the smell. She abandoned it for more green pepper.

"You scared the shit out of me," whispered Fred. Hermione nodded, pushing closer to him. He kissed the top of her head, batting her hair away from his face, grumbling about it. She smiled, turning to look at him.

"I missed you."

"You can't do that to me again," Fred touched her cheek gently. "I can't watch you get hurt again."

"The war isn't over, Fred," Hermione frowned. "And I won't stand on the sideline and let others fight because you can't stand to lose me."

Fred groaned, "You know that's not what I meant."

"That's what it sounded like!"

"Did you hit your head?"

"At least once, yes, but that doesn't-"

Fred took her face in her hands and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry. I just meant that I want to be there next time. I want to be able to do something." He kissed her brow. "I'm sorry you hit your head."

"I'm sorry I contacted you. I didn't mean to. I rarely mean to. It just- It just happened."

"I'm here. I wouldn't be here—you wouldn't be here—if none of it had happened. I, for one, am glad to get more time with you," Fred kissed her nose. "So, you're going to eat all of the rest of that 'cause Mum would have a heart attack at how skinny you are and I'll tell you everything that's happened to me since we last talked."

"We talked last night," Hermione reminded him.

"Yeah, but not out loud."

"As I recall, I got you loud enough."

That was the fun side of the rings. Fred's thoughts were very easy to guide. And with practice, she'd gotten quite good at impressing feelings at him. And he'd gotten good at reciprocating.

"I love that we're geniuses," Fred smiled against her. She kissed him. "Harry and Ron didn't notice? As I recall, you weren't much quieter than me."

"I happen to be pretty damn good at Silencing Charms," Hermione said. She frowned, pulling away from Fred. "Bill has my wand."

"What?"

"That son of a-" Hermione twisted over the bed, planting her bare feet on the floor and hurrying to the door.

"Hermione, no one is supposed to know I'm here," Fred hissed. "Mum would kill me!"

"Then stay here," Hermione said plainly. She tore open the door. "William Arthur Weasley! Where is my wand?!"

~m~

She woke up the whole house, stampeding around, chasing Bill like they were children. He could hear things crashing.

Fred remained firmly hidden under the bed. At first, it was because he wanted to scare Hermione when she finally deemed to return. Then, it was the wide variety of footsteps thundering through house, some near, some far.

Chaos reigned. He laughed under the bed. They needed some good, righteous chaos.

"Ow! Ow! Fleur! Get her off me!"

"You did this to yourself, Weasley!"

"Oi, you get one, you get us all!"

"Ron, put me down! Harry!"

"Don't start, Potter."

"You heard her; put her down."

"Hullo, why are you hiding under the bed?"

Fred nearly jumped out of his skin as Luna's head dropped into view. She laid on the floor next to him, smiling.

"Little warning next time, Lovegood?"

"Why are you hiding from Hermione under her bed?"

"I'm . . . not?"

Luna smiled at him. "Ginny is right about you. You're a terrible liar. I'm just going to take this food and find somewhere quiet. Okay?"

"Fine by me," Fred shrugged awkwardly. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Wrackspurt," Luna said cheerily. She skipped away without further comment.

"Wrack-what?" Fred muttered to himself. He'd have to ask Ginny the next time he saw her.

"Go!"

"Traitor! My own wife betrays-"

"Eat a dick, Bill!"

The house exploded again. Fred was about to crawl out from his hiding place when the door creaked open. He froze instantly.

Hermione's laughter carried into the room first. He nearly moved again. Ron's low chuckles had him motionless.

"Bill rather likes you," Ron said.

"I suppose," Hermione's laughter subsided quickly. "Sorry to keep you up. Have a good night."

"Wait, Hermione," Ron said hastily. "About . . . Earlier."

"Earlier?" Hermione's voice froze. "I don't want to talk about that."

"Harry and I still need to-"

"Later, Ron. I'm exhausted. It was . . . It wasn't a good day. I want to sleep. Good night."

"Good night."

The door shut. "Muffliato."

Fred scrambled out from under the bed. He wiped off his clothes with a cough. "It is remarkably dusty under there." Hermione stared at the door with a dark sort frown. "What?"

"He's still . . . I'm being stupid," Hermione sighed, marching back to the bed. "Where's my food."

"Luna took it," Fred said softly. "You're not stupid either. What's bothering you?"

"Ron just . . . I don't want to be mean, but sometimes I don't think he gets it."

"Gets what?"

Hermione sighed, curling in on herself slightly. "Me? I'm not sure. He's my best friend—he and Harry—and I still can't . . . trust him. Somehow. I should've told them eons ago, but now, we've been lying for so long. So long."

"What do you want to do?" Fred asked plainly. Hermione shook her head, not looking at him, fiddling with the sleeve of her long tee. He swallowed, sitting on the other side of the bed. It wasn't huge, but it was decidedly large enough for more than one person. "You can tell them, if you want. Before-"

"Don't," Hermione's eyes flashed. He found himself pinned, motionless, under her gaze. Cornered by a predator. "We are both going to make it through this."

"But if something-"

"No," said Hermione fiercely. "I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to be stupid out of the fear of uncertain death."

"But that's the best time to be stupid," Fred pouted. Hermione's stern look did not falter. He held up a conceding hand. "Fine. Have it your way, optimist."

"Don't say it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that."

"Ah, it's all so clear now-"

"I am two seconds away from hexing you for some damned quiet."

"There are far better ways to shut me up." Hermione's cheeks flared pink and her mouth hung open slightly, though she did not speak. Fred grinned, leaning across the bed to poke her nose. "Or maybe I'll shut the infamous Hermione Jean Granger up? What a twist that would be."

Hermione shoved him back onto the bed, her legs trapping his waist. He laughed loudly as she tugged at his shirt. "Do you know how fucking long it's been since I've seen you—really seen you?"

Fred helped her as best he could, surging up to kiss her gently. She pushed him back onto the bed. He smirked against her. "Do you know how long it's been since I was inside you?"

Hermione swatted his chest. "Don't ruin things."

"You're ripping off my clothes, 'Mione, I didn't think that was so wild a thought to have," Fred groaned as she shifted her weight over his hips. Lower. She kissed him, her hands still working his clothes away from his skin. He gripped her waist and pulled at her shirt.

"Fred, I think you're making assumptions you shouldn't," Hermione bit him softly. His hips jerked upwards against her and she gasped. "Fred."

"How are you so beautiful?" He murmured. Hermione kissed him twice. He pulled her shirt up. The long sleeves made it much harder to get it off. The bastards clung stubbornly to her arms. She laughed quietly at his frustrated grunts.

"Give me a second," she sat up, untangling herself.

His eyes found it so fast.

So fast.

Mudblood.

He sat up, nearly hitting her head with his. He laced his fingers through hers, slightly unbelieving.

"Wha- Who did- That bitch, that bitch!"

"Fred."

She touched his cheek. He tried not to squeeze her hand too tightly.

"I'll kill her."

"Fred, I don't give a damn," Hermione said. "I am who am I."

"She hurt you," Fred said through his teeth. "She carved it- I don't care about- Hermione."

"It would've been worse if you were there," Hermione kissed his chin softly. "So much worse."

"That doesn't make me feel better," Fred said darkly.

"I love you," Hermione said. "If that doesn't make you feel better, I'll go get Bill to-"

"You've made quite an enemy out of him," Fred shook his head. She kissed him softly. "You need to rest."

"I'm feeling better."

"I can't imagine you could feel much worse."

"Fred," Hermione whined, shifting against him. She reached back to her bra. He rested his forehead against hers.

"Is it still a bad choice if you know it's a bad choice going in and do it anyway?"

"Harry's a much better person to ask that."

Fred chuckled as she smiled. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You haven't hurt me before. I didn't turn to glass today."

"You hit your head. At least once. According to you, which means it was probably more than that," Fred pointed out. Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled her bra off her shoulders. She gripped his wrists and brought his hands to the freshly exposed flesh.

"Please?" She breathed. "I missed you. I love you. I want you. I want to be with you as many times as I can before I can't."

"I thought we weren't thinking that way," Fred slid his nose down to her ear, letting her soft skin pull him in. He shouldn't have. But he did. Which basically summed up his existence. "I thought we weren't going to be stupid."

"But you're so good at it," Hermione crooned. Fred bit her ear. She fell forward against him until he dropped back to the mattress. "I don't want to waste our time."

"And any time you're not naked on top of me is a waste?" Fred watched as she reached across the bed for something. His pants, her shorts, and everything underneath Vanished. Her wand then.

She was warm. His fingers found her core with ease. Hermione bit her lip and made the soft sort of sound that had long been his favorite.

"I love you, Hermione Granger. I really do."

"Prove it."

~m~

Bill never did catch them, not once in the full month they spent at Shell's Cottage. Hermione spent her days plotting with Harry and Ron. She spent her nights with Fred, or sitting with Fleur and drinking wine.

The days made her feel daring and intelligent. Planning was one of her best skills. But the nights were what she would remember into her old age.

Fleur, beautiful, lovely, unworldly, snorting wine on accident.

Fred, lying in white sands under moonlight, eyes closed, content, peaceful.

Tiny secrets and roaring laughter.

Panting and rocking and the best sort of screams.

She would remember Fred's face, close and sweaty but satisfied.

"I want to have kids."

"I already cast the spell," she murmured back, snuggling closer to him with a shiver. He scrounged around for the displaced blankets and pulled them up. His low chuckle pressed through her, and he kissed her.

"Not now. Not here," he sighed. "In two years or five or ten. I want to have kids, and I want you to be there."

"Be there? If I'm carrying them, I'll be there," Hermione reminded him. He smiled.

"Fair. Just checking. There are other ways. Not that I don't want-"

"Frederick Gideon Weasley," she said grandly, wrapping an arm around his neck. "In two or five or ten years, I'd be happy to have kids with you. I'm leaning toward the last one though, I have to warn you."

"I consider myself warned." He pressed a smile into her cheek. It faded too fast. "When do you leave?"

"You know."

"Yeah. I was hoping it'd changed."

"I know."

"You know that I know that you know-"

"Do something better with your mouth, Fred," she kissed him. He took to it like a dare.

Not that she could complain.

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I'm back, back again. We're in the Endgame now folks. It's the final season and shit's popping off. Let's see, what's happened since last time . . . I was in a bar fight. Got shoved by a guy much bigger than me and shoved the fuck back because that's who I am, only to have like twelve of my coworkers run past, to the tune of GET THE FUCK OUT! but only one could get to that fuck first. Stopped said coworker from choking that dude out, like all the way out. Uhhhh, living with my sister's ex-boyfriend (plus like five others, don't get in a snit about it) and co-parenting a dog with him. Kicked ass through finals season. Trying to get back into running. How y'all been?

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