Hermione sat at her desk at work, she was a healer at Saint Mungos and she was just coming to the end of an eight hour shift.
"Hi Hermione, how are the twins?" Healer Lewis, her boss, asked her.
"They're fine, just a bit restless over the holidays," Hermione said as she put the finishing touches to her patients notes.
"Well send them my love," Healer Lewis said.
"Will do," Hermione replied, "oh and the patient in bed two has been throwing up apples for about an hour now, I'm going now but someone should do something."
Healer Lewis nodded as Hermione left the ward, she was going to visit Ron before she left for home. Her mum was babysitting and she wouldn't mind staying a little later.
She went up to ward forty nine where Ron lay asleep.
She sat at his bedside, she didn't want to wake him up so she kissed him on the head and left.
She apparated back to home where her mother was sitting in the living room reading.
"Hi mum," she said hanging her coat up in the hall.
"Hello darling, how was work?" Her mum asked.
"Busy," Hermione replied. "Where are the kids?"
"Bed, I think I wore them out when I took them down the park." Her mum said. "I've left you some dinner on the table."
"Thanks mum." Hermione said as she made her way into the kitchen.
"I best be off dear, your dad and I are going to the bingo tonight." Mrs. Granger said.
Hermione held back a laugh, "have fun." She said and she hugged her mum before she left.
She sat at the kitchen table with her meal but didn't touch it, it had been almost a month since Harry had appeared in the grave yard and she hadn't seen him since. She was starting to get worried.
Ever since his sudden appearance she had been trying to work out what Dumbledore's mysterious note had meant but she was drawing a blank. With the children and work she barley had time to breath these days let alone spend time trying to solve mysteries.
She played with her food distractedly as she thought, she didn't seem hungry anymore.
She put the food into a dish and left it in the fridge to eat another time.
She went into the living room and turned on her TV, the news came on.
"There has been a big explosion in the heart of a small village in Wales," the news reader said. "It seems a bomb or some sort of device went off in a small flat in the outskirts of the small village, where a young man lived. Police arrived on the scene almost immediately but thankfully no one was killed."
She turned off the TV, and checked her watch, it was late. She got up, turned off all the lights and made sure all the doors were locked before climbing the stairs and getting ready for bed.
She was climbing into bed when she heard a banging at the door.
"Hermione, Hermione." Someone shouted through the letter box.
She got out of bed again, picked up her wand off her ed side table and walked warily down stairs.
"Hermione quickly!" They shouting continued.
She went up to the door and looked through the peep hole, it was Harry, she quickly unlocked the door and let him in.
"What's going on?" She asked as Harry fell over the thresh hold of her house.
"I'm being followed." He panted holding his side.
"By who?" She asked.
Harry shrugged, "supporters of Voldmort I suppose." He said, "I'm sorry to barge in but I didn't know where else to go."
"Harry you're bleeding." She said looking at her head.
"It's nothing," he said.
"It doesn't look like nothing, come on I clean it up for you." She said and she led him in to the kitchen where she kept a small supply of first aid potions.
"I didn't know you were a healer." Harry said, "I thought you were going to carry on with SPEW."
"It's not SPEW," Hermione said, "and well that kind of fizzled out. It was just a sort of project I suppose, it was never going to be a source of income. So are you going to tell me what's going on or do I have to guess?"
"Well," Harry said, "some one blew up my house, it seems someone knows I'm not dead and they don't like it."
"You don't happen to live in a small village in Wales do you?" Hermione asked.
"Well I did, but how did you know that?" Harry asked.
"It was on the muggle news," Hermione said. "But how did someone find you?"
"I have no idea, but there is one thing I don't get." He said. "When Voldemort disappeared the first time, no one carried on his work, no one came after me for revenge even though I was only a baby. But this time, even when they think I'm dead, they still try and find me."
"Maybe it's because they know he's not coming back, they think if they can kill you then the rest of Voldemort's old followers will treat them as their new leader." Hermione said.
"Maybe, but didn't most of the Death Eaters die, or get sent to Azkaban?" Harry asked.
"Most of them, but some got away," Hermione said. "Done," she said as she finished fixing up Harry's cut.
"Thanks," he said, "I'll get out of you're hair now."
"What?" Hermione asked, "you have no where to go, I insist you stay here."
"I couldn't intrude." Harry said.
"But I want you too." Hermione said, "Jack and Isabelle go back to school on Monday and you'll keep me company."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked his friend.
"I wouldn't offer if I wasn't." She said. "You can stay in the guest bedroom."
"Thanks," Harry said and he kissed her on the cheek. Their eyes met for a second before Hermione looked away.
"It's the door at the end of the hall," she said, "I'll try and find you some fresh cloths for tomorrow."
"Thanks again," Harry said and he disappeared up the stairs to bed.
Hermione sighed, she had two children, it wasn't a good idea getting involved with someone, especially someone everyone thinks to be dead.
She shook her head, what was she thinking, there was nothing between her and Harry, they were just friends, she was just confused that's all. Anyway she had Ron's children even if there was something there she would never do anything about it no matter how much she wanted to.
