"Harry?" Hermione gasped not believing her eyes, "it can't be you, you died eleven years ago."

"I know this must seem, well mad, but it's a long story, can we go some where a little more private?" Harry asked.

Hermione looked at the man in front of her, it looked like Harry, but how could she be sure?

"How do I know you're the real Harry?" She asked him.

Harry smiled, "just as sharp as ever I see." He said.

"Tell me something that only the real Harry would know," she said.

Harry thought for a moment before speaking, "during our seventh year we kissed at Christmas in the common room, just after you found out you're parents had died."

Hermione just looked at him, no one else but him could know that. She threw her arms around his neck a tear running down her cheek.

"Harry, you have no idea how much I've missed you." she said

"I've missed you too," he said squeezing her tight.

"Um, just let me get the kids off to bed, and in about half an hour take this portkey to my house." Hermione said picking up a small rock and making it into a portkey.

"Thank," Harry said, "I'll see you soon."

Hermione smiled and gave him one last rib cracking hug before taking her children home.

"Mum, who was that man you were talking to?" Jack asked as his mother tucked him into bed.

"No one dear, just someone I haven't seen in a long time." She said kissing him on the forehead.

"Can you tuck me in like a carrot, like you always do?" He asked.

Hermione smiled, she always tucked the covers I around his body, and he thought it made him look like a carrot. "of course I will."

After tucking in her son she went into Isabelle's room.

"Night night sweet heart." She said.

"Mum?" Her daughter asked, "were you talking to Harry Potter earlier?"

"Why do you ask?" Hermione asked, her daughter never missed a trick.

"Because I saw you," her daughter replied.

"Well I was," Hermione said, there was no point in lying.

"But I thought he was dead," Isabelle said.

"So did I," Hermione said, "now go to sleep we can talk more in the morning." She kissed her daughter on the head and went down stairs.

She couldn't believe what was happening, she had felt so alone ever since Ron had been attacked, well more like ever since Harry died, and now she had someone back, someone she never though she'd see again.

Of course she would never get Ron back the way he used to be, but at least she could still see him, Harry she had yearned to see for so long.

It was probably because of Harry dieing that she and Ron got together, they had been here for each other through a difficult time and they were kind of pushed together. It was probably only because she got pregnant that they ever got engaged, but at the time she was happy.

Now though, after having a long time to think it through, she thought it a good thing she never got to marry Ron, it wasn't really what she wanted at all.

She was startled by a crash in the living room followed by a man swearing loudly. She went in there to find Harry on the floor next to some broken china that she assumed to be a vase.

"Sorry," he said getting up and fixing the china with his wand.

Hermione smiled, "come into the kitchen," she said.

They took up seats at the kitchen table with two hot drinks, it was half seven in the evening and the last rays of sun were disappearing over the horizon.

"So, what's going on?" Hermione asked.

"Well," Harry said taking a deep breath. "I suppose you remember the night Voldemort and I duelled, the night I supposedly died. Well after the big explosion I was knocked unconscious by the blast, I was out for a few minutes at the most. When I came round I was in a completely different place, a house in the middle of no where. I had no idea where I was, I was completely confused I tried apparating back to Hogwarts but I was too weak. I think I hit my head when I was knocked to the floor, I was too weak to do anything and I passed out again."

Hermione listened her face lined with concern.

"I came too and it was a few days later, and I found a note on the table in the kitchen, it was from Dumbledore it said,

I'm sorry Harry but this is for you own good, it isn't the end only the beginning, I hope you forgive me one day.

I tried apparating again but I couldn't, it was the house it must have been protected so I had to leave on foot. It turned out I was on some remote island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea. I managed to get into main land Europe by boat and had to basically walk from there."

"It took you eleven years to get back here?" Hermione asked bemused.

"No, I've been back here for some time, but I've had things to do, and plus I couldn't just turn up, everyone thought I was dead." Harry said, "but it's so good to be back with the people I love."

Hermione smiled, "so what was this note from Dumbledore about?"

"I have no idea, when I arrived back here I tried to find him and ask him, I didn't realize he was dead." Harry said.

"I think you'll find a lot of things have changed," Hermione said.

"I don't suppose there's any chance of something to eat, I haven't eaten all day."

"Sure," Hermione said.

"So where's Ron, I take it that those two upstairs are half his as well." Harry asked.

"Um," Hermione said, "Ron was attacked by Death Eaters and they tortured him until her was insane."

"What?" Harry said, "but why?"

"They were trying to find out where you were, they didn't believe you were dead."

Harry started at the table, "so those two aren't his children?"

"They are, we were engaged to be married and I was pregnant when it happened." Hermione said, "the children don't know though I couldn't bring myself to tell them."

"I'm so sorry, this was all my fault." Harry said, "I should go, I'm putting you in danger."

"Don't be stupid, the only person who knows you're here is me, and Isabelle my daughter, sharp as a pin that one."

"Just like you then, I take t the boy is like Ron."

"Oh yes, Jack is very much like his father." Hermione said.

There was silence while Hermione fried some bacon in a pan.

"Hermione?" Harry asked when he heard sobs coming from her. "What's the matter."

"Nothing," she said wiping her tears away, "I'm just so happy to have you back, I've felt so alone for so long."

Harry kissed her on the cheek and hugged her, "it's OK, I'm here and I don't intend on leaving for a long time."