Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Chapter Warning: Girls throwing objects at guys because they are idiots

If heaven's grief brings hell's reign

Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one

yesterday

Draco and Marcus stumbled out of the floo and into the Greengrass household. Astoria was sitting on the couch reading. Her head bounced up at the sound of the floo. She gasped at the sight of her father. "I take it the willow tree has fallen?"

Marcus nodded. "Theo said you would know what that meant."

She put her book down. Astoria beckoned the boys to follow. "Mother isn't home right now. My grandmother in Amsterdam is ill, so mother went to be with her. You can put father in the fourth room on the right," Astoria turned around to see Marcus and Draco struggling to get her father up the stairs. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you mind not being sassy at this minute," Draco snapped. "Today hasn't been a good day and your father isn't the lightest person in the world."

Astoria huffed and grabbed her father's ankle. "Let's go boys. We have things to get done," Once reaching the landing, she led them to the right. "We'll place him at his desk with a glass of firewhisky in his hand and the bottle nearby. Whenever he wakes up, he'll go straight to bed to take a nap. It'll be about seventy-eight minutes after that he will wake up and remember what happened."

Marcus frowned. "It sounds like you've done this before."

"It was Daphne who taught me this," Astoria answered through gritted teeth. She had ran into the table next to her father's office, knocking a vase over. She dropped her father's feet to open the door. Marcus and Draco dragged him in and dumped him in the chair. "He keeps the firewhisky in the bottom left drawer."

Astoria started towards the door. "Where are you going?" Draco asked.

"To grab my bag and a few other things," She heard him follow her. "We've been planning this for a while. When Daphne discovered she was pregnant, it was just a matter of time. I had everything packed that would be unnoticed."

"Daphne's pregnant!" Draco gasped.

Astoria glanced back at the blond and rolled her eyes. "Why else would my father put up such a fight like this? If it were just about marrying Theo then she would've only been burned off the tree. But to actually conceive his heir would be seen as a betrayal that warranted death."

Draco watched as Astoria grabbed suitcases from under her bed and in the closet. He watched her throw more clothes and items into bags. "You guys have been really prepared," Draco murmured.

"Is she okay?"

Draco's head snapped up and out of his trance. "What?"

"Daphne. Is she okay?" Astoria repeated.

"I think so. She's being looked at by a healer."

"What?" Astoria shrieked. She grabbed the nearest thing to her and threw it at Draco. Luckily for him it was only a hairbrush. "Why are you only telling me now that my sister could be hurt? That my niece or nephew could be hurt? Do you know how Theo is coping with this?"

Draco shrugged. "Not sure. He was very pissed though."

"Of course he was! You men are idiots except for him," Astoria grumbled before sighing heavily. "Yesterday I was playing the piano and dancing for the first time years. Now I am heading into a war zone. What I would give for just one more yesterday. Do me a favor and grab those books in the window."

Draco begrudgingly did as he was told. He glanced out the window and to the lavish house next door. "Who lives next to you guys, Tori?"

"Longbottoms," she answered. "The house isn't what you'd expect. Augusta has pretentious tastes according to my mother. It's hypocritical."

Draco nodded and gathered the books. He glanced out the window one last time to see Neville Longbottom apparate into his yard holding a beaten and bloody Hermione Granger.

Draco dropped the books onto Astoria's bed. "Tori, get everything together and meet us downstairs. I need Marcus."

Draco ran down the hallway as quickly as he could. Marcus was exiting the office when Draco ran straight into his chest. Draco wheezed, "Granger...next door...with Longbottom...bloody...not good."

Marcus's eyes bugged out of his head. They saw and heard what that girl meant to the Dark Lord. They needed to get her now. Marcus grabbed Draco's arm and rushed them towards the Longbottoms.

They found Neville dragging Hermione out of the grass. He must've saw them approaching because in an instant his wand was pointed at them. "Stop!"

"Easy Longbottom," Draco took smaller steps towards the wizard with his hands up. "We saw you out of the Greengrass's windows. What happened to Granger?"

Neville looked at the two hesitantly. Marcus spoke up, "We were there earlier," Draco shot the man a dirty look. "We know her past, Longbottom. We all know someone isn't going to be happy with this. She'd be safer there."

They dared not speak his name. Neville sighed. He glanced towards the house. "I have a feeling she'd be safer there more than here. How do we get there? I plan to go with."

Marcus slung Hermione's arm over his shoulder while Neville took the other. "We'll use the Greengrass's floo since we need Astoria," Draco explained. "Are you sure you want to come, Longbottom?"

Neville nodded. "I don't think I can leave her behind after everything."

Hermione stumbled out of the floo and into the Weasley's living room. She silently reflected on the past hour as she walked through the Burrow, trying to find anyone. She got what she expected: answers; Hermione also got an unexpected feeling: ambivalence.

Finding no one on the ground floor, she climbed the stairs to check on her unconscious best friend. Hermione found him still passed out. She sighed and slouched in the chair next to his bed.

Hermione had always felt an undying loyalty to her neighbor. He was the one who showed up to her recitals and picked her up when she was sick. When her aunt and uncle were in the Congo helping kids, it was Thomas who watched her and had to deal with the time she got in trouble for a boy breaking his arm after pulling her hair. Perhaps Tom Riddle had been planning for this all along. Now that she knew the truth, she didn't know what to do. Did she stay loyal to the side she always had or did she trust the man who she knew had cared for her all her life but was the potential villain?

"I'm so confused, Harry," Hermione weeped. "This problem can't be solved by logic, and we both know I'm rather rubbish with feelings."

Her friend, of course, didn't reply or move. "It feels like just yesterday you, me, and Ron were being semi normal kids. I'd give my tomorrows for that again."

She recognized the sound of Ron's footsteps. She continued to talk to Harry as she heard him open the door. She was about to turn around to greet him when she felt the tip of his wand against her neck. Her small smile fell off her face. "You're a traitorous bitch," he seethed.

"Ron," she said quietly, "You need to know why I went."

"I know why, and to think he called you his sister in every way but blood."

She could feel the tears slide down her cheek. "Ron…"

"Stupefy."

Neville watched Marcus Flint lead Astoria into the floo. He could feel Draco staring at him. "Are you sure you don't need help with her, Longbottom?"

Neville shook his head. "I let her down. I let her get hurt." His eyes squeezed shut when he remembered opening the door to see Ron hexing her and hitting her. "I promised I'd cover for her but he found the letter. I thought I had him off her trail."

"Why would you protect her, knowing full well that she was going to see the Dark Lord?" Neville could tell that confused Draco the most.

"We need to leave," Astoria urged. "He'll be up soon."

"She was my first friend. She is my best friend. Even with being blood traitors, the Weasleys still have their prejudices just like the lot of you. Growing up, everyone believed me to be a squib until I received my Hogwarts letter, and then my gran held me to the same standard as my dad," Neville explained. "Hermione and I related to being the outsiders. I'd always have her back, even if she trusted Ron and Harry more. She's my family."

The three Slytherins were quiet. "That was a touching sentiment, Neville. Truly it was, but it's time to go so my father doesn't throw you out a window like your uncle did many a times. Where do we floo to?"

"He told us to floo to Downing Street. There was an emphasis on the Dow," Marcus recalled.

"That's where the muggle prime minister lives," Neville informed them. "He must be using the name to not fully disclose his location."

Astoria grabbed one of her suitcases and a handful of floo powder. "Downing Street!"

Marcus went after her followed by Neville with Hermione in his arms and then Draco. Sitting in front of the floo was a late-middle aged man Neville had never seen before reading the Daily Prophet. "Miss Greengrass is upstairs on the second floor in the third door on the right of the right side. Pucey said she's doing well, just a little stressed out."

Astoria rushed off with Draco and Marcus. The man looked up at last. Neville noted the man's red eyes. So this is who Hermione grew up with, minus the red eyes, Neville thought. "Mr. Longbottom, why don't you follow me upstairs with dear Hermione."

Neville followed without a word. He knew talking would get him nowhere. He followed Voldemort to a bedroom across from where he saw a group of people gathered around a bed. That must've been Daphne Greengrass's room. The room was simple, he noted, just like the rest of the house. Voldemort pulled the covers back for Neville to lay her down, which he did gently.

"Who did this?" Voldemort asked quietly.

"If I tell you, then it'll be your goal to end that person painfully and soon," Neville answered.

"Are you protecting whoever did this?" He snapped. "I thought you two are friends."

"We are. If you truly know Hermione, then you would know that she doesn't want who did this to her to be harmed unless it is at her hand," Neville pulled the covers over Hermione.

"Was it because of me?"

Neville slightly nodded while he shrugged. "I did my best covering for her. The letter was found and I led them on a goose chase. None of them would've believed that she just needed answers to a personal issue. Her just opening the letter was seen as a betrayal."

Voldemort sighed. "And you saving her must be seen as one," Neville nodded. "You can stay here. I'll have Klepper get the room next door ready."

Neville saw Voldemort walk towards the door. "Call me Tom," he said suddenly. "I can see it in your eyes that you still call me Voldemort. Just call me Tom."

By the time they got to the room, Daphne was unconscious in Adrian's arms. He gently laid her down on the bed. He heard Pansy softly shut the door behind them. "Should she be unconscious?" He could hear the worry in her voice.

"She'll be fine," Adrian reassured her. "I just need to do a closer examination, and her being unconscious will help."

Pansy nodded and pulled a chair closer to her best friend. Adrian pulled out his wand and murmured a spell. They sat in silence waiting for the spell to conclude. Adrian hated silence. "I remember in school you two weren't good friends, when I was there at least."

"It was a quarter of the way through fifth year," Pansy answered quietly. "I remember finding her late one night in the common room curled next to the fire. The fire illuminated the bruises on her face. We didn't say anything to each other. She just cried in my arms. I held her. Most always see Daphne as a weak girl because that's all she could be, but she is so much more. It was around three in the morning when Theo stumbled through the entrance with a tub of cream and his hand bandaged up. By then Daphne was asleep but I was still awake. He and I didn't share words but I understood. Her father had a close relationship with the Goyles and Greg was technically courting her. Theo wouldn't ever harm Daphne. We never spoke of that night but she needed a friend who was I girl. Tracey hated us. Millicent had her own issues and was best friends with Tracey. She finally had someone to go to when she couldn't go straight for Theo."

Adrian stared at the paper in front of him while listening to Pansy. "That's awful."

"Daphne will get her revenge someday. She's not one to mess with."

"I wouldn't want to mess with a pregnant woman either. I remember when one of the mediwitches was pregnant. You did not get in her way," Adrian chuckled at the memory.

Pansy was silent. Finally she spoke. "You can't be serious. Is this some sick bit of unnecessary humor? This is unnecessary shit, Adrian."

"He's not joking," The two turned around to see Theo standing in the doorway next to their host. "We found out a week ago ourselves. Believe me when we thought it was a sick, unneeded gift from fate. I mean sure we love each other and would love any children we have, but we're in the middle of a war. I just found out my father sold us out in order to guarantee us protection. I don't just have a wife, whom I know can take care of herself when need be, to look after; I have a pregnant one."

Pansy rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Even in war men can't keep it in their pants."

Theo stuck his tongue out at the girl. Adrian glanced between the two. "All is fair in love and war." Pansy threw her shoe at him for that.

Adrian and Pansy left the room when Draco, Marcus, and Astoria showed up. Draco and Marcus popped in before leaving to let the family be. They had traveled up the stairs to the next floor when Pansy stopped in her tracks. Adrian turned around to see why she had stopped.

"You wanna know what I was doing yesterday?" She didn't wait for his reply. "I was strolling through the gardens at home with my father. My mother was inside mourning over my brother, who was foolish enough to ignore the rule of Parkinson neutrality, and had joined the death eaters because his friends had and died in a raid a few weeks ago. It was the first time in years my father and I had true time together and not just small moments of inside looks. He did this trick he used to do when I was little. He picked a rose and a daisy, said a little spell, which he still refuses to tell me, and created this crown made out of roses and daisies.

"When I was little he would always call me the queen of flowers. I would always ask him after he said that and created the crown why it wasn't made out of pansies. He replied every time, 'My flower, I find pansies to be the most hideous things on this planet. You are the only Pansy I find beautiful and ever will. You bring the wretched flower a beauty it has never had before.' He said that to me yesterday for the first time in a long time," Pansy's vision began to blur as tears welled up in her eyes. "I would trade every tomorrow for that yesterday again."

Adrian didn't know what to do. He hasn't had a girl cry in front of him for a long time. He thought back to what he had seen others do. Gently, he patted Pansy on the back. "It'll be okay," he soothed. "Things might be scary now but it'll all straighten out. This won't last much longer."

Pansy wipes her eyes and shook her head. "You're a fool if you believe that, Pucey. This is only the beginning."