A/N: This is the re-written version of this chapter, the old one wasn't very good so I thought I'd try and improve it, I hope you like it.

Harry sat at Hermione's kitchen table, it was starting to get late and he was worrying. Hermione had been gone for ages and he was scared that she wasn't coming back.

"I should have gone with her!" He shouted to the empty room, banging his fist on the table causing his mug of coffee to spill everywhere.

He cleaned up the spilt coffee, he knew he should go to bed, but there was no point as he was too anxious to sleep.

Maybe I could have worn my invisibility cloak, or put a disillusionment charm on myself, or something, he thought, but it was too late now.

He didn't even know where she was, he had no idea where the portkey had taken her so he had no way of tracking her down.

It was a stupid idea letting her go and not alerting the ministry, but he could hardly do it. If he walked in there half the people would have a hear attack, he was meant to be dead.

He banged his head against the table.

"Hello?" Harry heard Hermione's voice come from outside, he rushed over to the front door to let her in.

"Hermione," he said and he pulled her into a rib cracking hug.

"Potter, I mean Harry" Hermione said.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly not noticing that she called him Potter. "What about you two?" He asked the twins.

"It was so cool," Jack said, "they had tattoos of sculls and snakes."

Harry smiled at the little boy.

"I thought they were rather hideous," Isabelle said, "it was damp and cold, and I just wanted to go home."

Hermione patted her daughter on the head.

"You're home now," she said, "but you weren't hurt so that's OK. Now go up to bed, I think we'll have to miss school tomorrow."

The twins ran upstairs, Jack still talking about the tattoos and Isabelle rolling her eyes.

"I feel so terrible," Harry said.

"Why?" Hermione asked.

"Because if I hadn't come here none of this would have happened." Harry said.

"That's true," Hermione said, Harry was a little taken aback, he knew what he said was right but Hermione would never normally agree, but then again he had nearly go her children killed.

"I think I'm going to go and find somewhere else to live." Harry said, "I'll stay in the leaky Cauldron for a few nights while I find somewhere."

Harry made for the door.

"Wait," Hermione nearly shouted, "you don't mean now do you?"

Harry nodded, "the sooner the better," he said, he didn't have any possessions with him, apart from the clothes he was wearing so he had nothing to pack.

"There's no point in doing that, they already know you're here and that you care about her… I mean me. I'm still in danger whether you're here or not." Hermione said.

"I don't know," Harry said.

"Come on you can protect me," she said.

"What happened anyway, how did you get them back, you don't have a scratch on you." Harry said coming away from the door, she was right, at least if he was here he could try and protect them.

"Well, the only reason they took the twins is so that I'd go there and tell them where you were." Hermione said, "when I told them that I didn't know where you were they got angry, they didn't believe me. They threw a spell at me, I dropped o the floor pretending that it hit me, when it missed. They thought I must be out for the count and when they came to take my wand away I hit them with a disarming spell." She said as Harry listened intently. "I sneaked out of the room, found the twins and got you of there."

"Is that it, not big struggle or anything?" Harry asked.

"Well of course it was a little more complicated then that, but basically that' is." She said.

"It must have been stressful, you have a few grey hairs." Harry said pointing to the roots of her hair not thinking it could be insensitive of him.

"Oh," she said, "um, do you want t drink?" she asked running off into the kitchen.

Harry hit his head with his hand thinking she was upset with him. "I'm sorry, I didn't been to be insensitive," Harry said.

"What? Oh don't worry everyone goes grey eventually." She said from the kitchen. "Tea? Coffee?"

"Don't worry I'm going to bed, now I know you're safe I can sleep." He said.

He went into the kitchen and kissed Hermione on the cheek, "night." He said and he went up to bed.

The next day Harry rose early, he hadn't been able to sleep, he still felt terrible about what happened.

He went down stairs to find Hermione already up and dressed.

"Morning," he said as he made a cup of coffee to wake himself up.

"Morning," she replied.

"Have you sent an owl work to tell them you won't be in today," Harry asked.

"No," Hermione said, "I'll do it later."

"But I thought you were on the morning shift?" Harry said.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot about that, with everything that's happened." She said.

"I'll do it for you, you're not yourself." Harry said, "you go back to bed.

"I think I might go for a walk, clear my head." She said and she went over to Harry and gave him a full blown kiss on the lips.

"what are you doing?" Harry asked, "what about Ron?"

"Ron?" Hermione asked, "don't worry my husband won't mind." She said and she left the house.

I thought she said Ron and her never got married? He thought to himself, something strange was going on.

He went over to the table and sat where Hermione had just been, the mug she had been drinking from was still there. Harry noticed that there was something strange inside.

He pulled it closer, it looked strangely like… "polyjuice potion." He said aloud.

He dropped the mug and ran out the door to see if he could catch up Hermione, or who ever it was, but she had already disappeared.

"Crap!" He said and he came back into the house, he ran upstairs and pulled on some clothes.

What was he going to do? Well he couldn't do anything with the children here.

He remembered Hermione saying once that they sometimes stayed with Fred and George. He bolted down the stairs and threw some floo powder into the fire.

"The Burrow," he said putting his head into the fire. Once the kitchen came into view he shouted out, "Fred, George, hello?"

He hear footsteps and a pair of feet came into view, George knelt down.

"Harry, what the hell?" He asked slopping tea over his pyjamas. "You're…. You're."

"I know meant to be dead, I can't explain now, I need some help. Will you take Hermione's children for a little while." he asked, "it's an emergency."

"Is Hermione alright?" George asked worriedly.

"I don't know," Harry said, "I just found out the person I thought was Hermione is taking Polyjuice potion."

"Look, send the children over I'll get Emily and Alica to look after them. Fred and I will come over and help you." George said.

Harry nodded, "thanks." he said.

He then went up to wake up the children and tell them to get dressed and ready to go.

"Can't I go to school instead, we are meant to start palindromes today?" Isabelle asked.

"Sorry, but you can't." Harry said.

Eventually when the children were ready he sent them to the Burrow just as Fred and George apparated in.

"Blimey, it's true. I though George was pulling my leg." Fred said when he saw Harry. "So what's going on?"

Harry explained everything as quickly as possible so he didn't waste any more time.

"So where is she, the real Hermione?" George asked.

"Well I'm guessing a Death eater hideout or somewhere like that." Harry said, remembering what Jack had said about the tattoos.

"That's easy to find, the order stormed that place after you-know-who died, but there was nothing there." Fred said

"How do we get there?" Harry asked.

"Portkey," George said, and he held out a quill which they all touched.

They landed outside what Harry supposed was once an impressive looking manor, but it now looked unloved and a little worse for wear.

"What now, we can't just storm in, we'll be killed." George said.

"You two wait here, I'm going to see if she's actually in there." Harry said and much to the surprise of Fred and George he turned into a beautiful snowy white owl.

"I didn't know he was an animagus." Fred said.

"Well we also didn't know he was alive," George said. "I have an idea."

Harry flew around the house and in though a broken window on the top floor. He thought it safer to stay in owl from in case he was spotted.

The room he was in was an old abandoned bedroom with a battered bed in the corer next to a dresser with a broken mirror. He flew out of the room and into the next one, which was empty.

He went down the stairs and he hear murmurs coming from a room at the end of the corridor, he flew closer and silently into the room perching on a shelve just inside the door.

"What shall we do with her, I cannot bring her round. She has a severe head injury and I can't wake her up," a cloaked figure said, it was a woman.

"What have you tried?" The second person asked, a man.

"All the spell's I know." The woman said.

"Well there must be a potion, she's a healer, go to the hospital and get one." The man said, out of the corner of his eye he spotted Harry. "get out of here you stupid bird." He said.

Harry thought of what Hedwig would do if someone had said that to her, he ruffled his feathers and flew out of the door, back up the stairs and to where Fred and George were.

"I'm pretty sure she's in there, but it sounds like she's in a bad way." Harry said.

"Right we have come up with a distraction." George said, "you turn into an owl and look for Hermione while we deal with them, and take the portkey you'll need it to get out."

Harry nodded, "good luck," he said before pocketing the feather and flying off.

Fred and George approached the front door and knocked on it. They stood there and waited for an answer. Eventually they heard several locks scrape and the door open.

"Hello sir," Fred said, "he's George."

"And he's Fred." George said both of them grinning like idiots.

"We are the founders of the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes." Fred announced as if he was talking to a room full of people.

"I don't care go away," The man at the door grunted.

"You won't be saying that when you see our new exciting range of products." George said. "And if you like them we can sell them to you for a reasonable price."

"I'm not interested." The man said as a second person came up behind him.

"What's going on?" the second man asked.

"Try our contagious laughing powder," Fred said and he sprinkled something that looked like slat over them, they both sneezed and burst out into a roar of laughter. Contagious laughing powder was exactly as the name suggested, and powder that made you laugh, and when someone came near you they'd start laughing too.

"Another happy customer." George said to his brother.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on?" A woman said and before she come any closer to the twins she sneezed and burst out in a fit of giggles.

"How long will that hold them?" George asked.

"I'd said about fifteen minutes," Fred said, "let's add a bit more, just to be sure." He added and he sprinkled more over them.#

Harry was in the house once more, he could hear the faint sounds of laughter from down stairs, Fred and George's work he suspected.

He turned into his normal for once again and walked silently down the stairs, he was on the bottom step when it emitted a loud creek.

"Hello?" he heard the low growl of a man's voice, Harry turned into his animal form and perched on one of the beams on the ceiling above.

The man came out of the room he was in, "What is that?" he asked as he heard laughter coming from downstairs.

He went off down the stairs, and when Harry was sure he was gone he flew down from the ceiling and turned back to normal.

It seemed everyone was busy down stairs, laughing, so he proceeded to look through the rooms. He crept from room to room, not fining anything except old, broken furniture and a musty smell.

He reached the ground floor of the house where the laughter was at it's loudest, and he saw a pile of people falling over each other laughing.

Downstairs was a maze of rooms all joined together, he kept his ears open for any sound of Hermione but the only sound there was, was the sound of creaking floor boards and laughter.

He in an empty room at the back of the house, he felt all hope draining form his system.

He scanned the small room, in the middle there was an old frayed rug, he went closer to it and noticed there was a raised square in the middle. He pushed the rug out of the way to find a trap door. He wrenched it open to reveal a set of old stairs, he went down them careful to close the door after him.

It was like he had entered another secret floor of the house, down here it was dark, damp and smelt like sewage and even down here he could hear the thunderous laughter from above.

In front of him there was a large set of wooden doors engraved with the dark mark. He pushed them open to find a large circular room with a raised platform on the left wall, and the only source of light were blue flaming torches in a brackets.

He lit his want to get a better look there were three doors on the far wall, he crossed the room and entered one room. It contained a high backed chair and an old battered bed frame.

He continued to the next door, it was completely empty except for a fire place and a set of chains in the corner.

Closing that door he went to the next one, inside he found Hermione lying on a cold stone bench nest to a dying fire.

"Hermione," he said relieved and he rushed to her side, she was unconscious and had a large gash in her head that had been covered with an old bandage. Her hair was dishevelled and there was a large chunk missing.

As Harry tried to wake his friend up he noticed that it was strangely silent, something wasn't right. He then realized that he could no longer hear the sound of laughing.

"Crap," He said to himself as he sat Hermione up and put her over his shoulder.

"What do we have here?" A man asked pushing the door open. "Potter, Harry Potter?" He said, "I thought you might make an appearance."

Harry put Hermione down on the bench and pulled himself up to full height, he was at least two inches taller then the man.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"I'm what people call a death eater Potter, I don't suppose you've heard of them?" He asked in a mocking tone.

"Let me guess, you want vengeance for me killing Voldemort?" Harry said.

"Kind of, I suppose in a way I'm glad that you killed him. It makes way for me." The man growled.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"I mean now he's gone I can be the new Dark Lord." he man said, even though he had a cloak covering his face Harry could tell he was smiling. "All I've to do to confirm that place is kill you."

Harry smiled, "no offence but Voldemort tried seven times to do that and he still didn't do it, what make you think you can? I mean you're no where near as scar as he was."

"You will not speak to me like that. Expelliarmus!" He shouted, Harry made a shield and it bounced off it and hit the wall.

"Well, if you are going to be my new arch enemy, I will at least need to know you're name." Harry said sarcastically.

"You can call me Lestrange," the man said laughing.

"Lestrange?" Harry asked, anger burning up inside of him.

"I believe I was my sister in law that killed you're Godfather, was it not?" He said and he laughed again.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, the spell hit Lestrange and made him fly back into the wall.

He got up again looking daggers at Harry.

"Potter you can only escape Death so many times, and when I finally put an end to you everyone will realize me as their leader."

"Petrificus Totalus," Lestrange shouted.

"Protego," Harry said deflecting the spell, "stupefy," Harry shouted and the spell missed, "expelliarmus." The spell hit him again and he slammed into the wall.

Harry would have loved to finish him off but he needed to get Hermione out. He swung her over his shoulder and reached in his pocket for the feather George had made into a portkey, but it was gone.

He scanned the floor and found it over on the other side of the room, he sprinted across to get it but Lestrange got in the way.

"Where are you going, we've barley started." He said. Harry, pushed out his leg and kicked him out of the way.

Harry, pushed out his leg and kicked him out of the way. "Move." he shouted as he did so.

He bent down to pick up the feather and was about to leave when he saw Lestrange firing at spell at him out of the corner of his eye.

He ducked out of the way, he could afford for Hermione to get hurt anymore. He put the feather back in his pocket and ran to the other side of the room.

"Come on, lets finish this." Lestrange shouted.

Harry looked at him across the room and had an idea.

"Alright then," he said and he placed Hermione on the ground. "Let's do it properly, a proper duel."

"If that's what you want." Lestrange said, they both walked towards each other into the middle of the room, under a black candelabra.

They both started to bow, but as Lestrange went down all the way Harry shot a spell at the candelabra and ran out of the way before it fell to the ground hitting Lestrange and trapping his under it.

"Potter," he managed to say, "fight me like a man."

"Not a chance," Harry said and before there were any more interruptions he heaved Hermione back over his shoulder and took the portkey back home.