A/N: Okay, so here we are at chapter two and some of you probably want to kill me while others couldn't be happier that Harry and Hermione are an item. So chapter one was rushed, I'll try to make future chapters (including this one) flow better. At the end of the last chapter Lucius was drawing nearer to the Potter-Granger household, but what will happen when he arrives? Read and find out, please R/R!

Unto the End, Into the Beginning

Chapter Two: Shattered Glass

Hermione lay on Harry's chest; both of them were fast asleep and clutching Remus in their arms tightly. They slept in a pool of moonlight; the air was still, mimicking a perfect night. Or so one would think. There was something in the very making of the Earth, the restlessness of its creatures that hinted that not all was right with the world. Exhausted from worry, she had fallen asleep in Harry's arms. Harry had done his best to stay alert but sleep had soon consumed him and he drifted into an uneasy sleep, the threat that put them all in danger haunting his dreams... A loud shatter awoke the three of them instantly. Hermione cradled Remus in his arms and kissed his head gently in attempt to calm him. There was another loud noise and Hermione placed a hand over Remus' mouth to muffle his cries.

Harry grabbed his wand off the dresser and rushed downstairs, his heart racing. A robber had attempted to break into their home last year, but as soon as Harry shot one disarming spell from his wand they had fled, it had probably been a teenager with no intention of hurting them. Harry wished now more than ever that this was the same thing happening tonight, but his conscious told him that this was someone different, someone with the intention of hurting or even killing them. He pulled himself together when he reached the bottom of the stairs and ran into the kitchen. He looked out of each window which allowed him sight of most of his estate. His breathing began to quicken as he searched for the intruder. Was he already in the house? Was he leaving Hermione and Remus unprotected by being down here? Did Hermione have her wand? Questions and fear flooded his heart and he impatiently looked around. He shouted in anger, clutching his wand in his hand. Not being able to protect his family was driving him crazy.

Suddenly, he noticed something that he hadn't before. The window in the back door had been shattered and they were pieces of glass scattered all over the floor. He looked up from the glass and starred into the eyes of a crazed murderer and Lucius Malfoy starred back at him. It was silent for a moment, both of them watching the other, ready to pounce if they even moved too quickly. All the memories and hate for Lucius Malfoy were running fresh through his mind; he was the one who had caused Hermione all that pain. Even if it had been Draco, Lucius had left a seventeen year old mother and her unborn child without the support of the father. Harry ran towards him, the glass piercing his bare feet. Lucius fled from Harry's grasp and ran toward another entrance. Harry found it odd that Lucius would run from him, surely he would want to kill him, unless something was more important to him. Hermione. Remus. Suddenly it hit Harry were Lucius was heading...the patio. There was a staircase that led directly into the master bedroom... to Hermione and Remus. Harry sprinted outside, leaving a trail of blood on the ground that he walked over.

Lucius made no sound as he seemed to float over the grass, his movements swift, like a cat. His eyes looked up to the bedroom and he could see a silhouette of a woman holding a child.

"If that's what they call it," Lucius thought to himself.

He lifted a foot to begin his journey up the staircase when he felt himself being slammed to the ground. Harry got up and waited for Lucius to rise, only to kick him when he attempted to rise. All the anger and resentment for the dark side that had been brewing inside of him was now being released onto Lucius.

Harry went to kick him again and felt a hand gripping him by the ankle, the next thing he knew he himself was on the ground. Lucius wasted no time in returning to the staircase. Harry rose quickly when he caught sight of this, clutching his bruised head.

He raised his wand and shouted, "Crucio!!"

Lucius fell face first onto the cement stairs. Harry ran over to him and clutched his robes, pulling him up. When he did so, Lucius swung his fist, sending Harry back down to the cement and off of the stairs, but Harry would die saving them if he had too.

Suddenly, a thought hit him almost as powerfully as Lucius' punch had. This must have been what his dad went through when Voldemort had attacked his parents. He must have felt the ache in his heart like Harry was feeling now, desperate to make sure that the woman he loved survived the night. He wasn't going to let Hermione down; he wouldn't be taken like his parents. With new motivation his ran up the stairs, and grabbed Lucius, who was just inches away from opening the sliding glass door. Harry could see Hermione through the curtain, he had to save her. He had to kill Lucius Malfoy. Grabbing the front of his robes Harry threw him against the wall.

"What do you think you're doing here Lucius?" Harry asked through gritted teeth, already knowing the answer.

"To kill that mudblood and her bastard child. Although, killing you would be a bonus. Did you really think that when they dragged me to Azkaban that was the end of me?" Lucius questioned in a murderous tone. Harry's grip had tightened when Lucius had spat the world "mudblood" and he was now struggling within Harry's grasp.

"That may not have been the end of you then, but this is the end of you now. It's your turn to die, Lucius."

Harry released Lucius and each of them immediately drew their wands. Before Harry could mutter those unforgivable words he never thought he would say, Lucius grabbed him and swung him forward. Harry stumbled and fell through the glass door and onto the bedroom floor.

Hermione screamed as Harry came crashing through the door, glassing scattering every which way.

Lucius loomed over him, shouting, "Look at the famous Harry Potter now! Reduced to a quivering child! I shall have pleasure in killing each and every one of you."

Hermione clutched Remus to her chest and began to walk backwards slowly. Harry scooted backwards as Lucius approached him. His leg felt numb and looking down at it he saw a large, sharp piece of glass sticking out of it. He looked to Hermione, who he ordered to leave, but she was frozen to her spot. He couldn't move, but he had to hold Lucius off somehow, at least long enough for them to escape. He pulled the large piece of glass out of his own leg, cringed in pain, and stabbed it into Lucius' leg. This distracted him for a few seconds, long enough for him to shout a warning to Hermione.

"Hermione get out of here!"

"No Harry, I love you!"

"I love you too...now go!"

"AVADA KEDRAVA!" Lucius bellowed, a flash of green illuminating the dark room.

"NO!" Hermione screamed, bursting out into sobs. She could barely mourn for Harry before she had to run, seeing the murderous look on Lucius' face. Remus was letting out loud cries, making it impossible for them to hide. She had no other choice, she would have to take her wand and run, run until they were safe from Lucius. She opened the door and the realization hit her that even if she did make it out, they wouldn't be with Harry. Her second love had fallen at the hand of Lucius. Tears formed in her eyes and she swallowed hard, she had a new hate for Lucius Malfoy. She didn't go any further outside of the door, but turned back and sought out Lucius so she could seek her revenge.

"Looking for someone, Hermione?" Lucius asked, stepping out of the shadows that the moon had cast upon her living room.

Hermione grasped her wand with one hand and supported Remus with the other. His arms were wrapped tightly around her neck and his face was buried into her chest, soaking her t-shirt with his frightened sobs. She raised it so that it was eye level with Lucius.

"Avada Kedrava," she said through gritted teeth, her wand hand shaking with fear.

Lucius smiled and uttered, "Crucio Reflecta," before Hermione had even finished her jinx.

The green light bounced off of Lucius' chest and hit Remus, causing him to fly out of Hermione's arms and onto the hard ground. A pool of blood began to form beneath his small body from were the fall had fractured his fragile skull.

"Nooo!!" Hermione shouted. She became dizzy, a painful ringing filling her ears, and she had the sensation that she was falling, falling down a hole that would go on for all eternity...

Hermione awoke in a cold sweat. Her breathing was rapid and she rose from her bed, looking to her surroundings. She was in her bedroom...but how was that possible? She had been in the living room when her spell backfired and killed her son, she had killed her own child and Harry had died because of her. Harry. She ran to the other side of the bed, expecting to see Harry's body...but saw nothing. Perhaps Lucius had removed it? Although she couldn't see why he would...another thought struck her and she turned towards the sliding glass door that Harry had fallen through, which currently showed no sign of anyone falling through it. She searched, but she couldn't find one tiny piece of glass. She cried out in frustration, looking for some small clue as to what had happened after she passed out. Where had Lucius gone? Where were the bodies of her family? The thought cut her heart deep...she was all alone. The only men she had ever loved...killed by a death eater, by Lucius Malfoy.

She ran down their long staircase and tired easily from it, although she didn't know why. Her head felt light and her body heavy. She went into the kitchen and sat down, trying to recall the events of the previous night. What had happened after Lucius killed my son? She thought to herself. These nagging questions were interrupting her mourning, and she couldn't stand it. She tried to calm her breathing, but tears began to run down her cheeks and she was breathing heavily. She felt like she had nothing left to live for. Now Draco, Harry and Remus were gone, never to return to her again. Sure, there were always her friends, but they could only offer so much comfort. After being the cause of three deaths she didn't feel like she deserved to live.

Or perhaps this was her punishment: life when she deserved and longed for death. Hermione sat there alone for what seemed like hours, weeping, feeling pathetic for having self-pity. She felt selfish for thinking of how the deaths had affected her. What about them? Remus was so young...he hadn't had a chance to experience the world; he hadn't learned what life really meant. And Harry, her sweet Harry hadn't even had a chance to live all of his dreams.

Exhausted and thirsty she rose from her seat, which she found difficult because of a cramp in her lower back, and went to the kitchen for something to drink. Her throat was so dry she could barely swallow without it hurting. The thing that still occupied her mind was that there was no evidence of the horrible events that hadn't taken place here last night. Perhaps the Ministry had showed up and taken care of everything, and she was too tired to remember any of it. That had to be it, but something told her that it wasn't.

Maybe...maybe Harry and Remus hadn't died at all. Maybe Harry was still at work and Remus was at his day care. But why wasn't she at work? What time of day was it? She hadn't even glanced at a clock since she had woken up, she didn't even know what day it was.

"Harry?" she called out. She waited for a reply and then called his name again. She decided to go back upstairs again and walked back into the living room and passed the double mirrored doors that opened up to reveal the pantry. She could have sworn that she had noticed something odd about her appearance out of the corner of her eye, but she was so exhausted her mind could have been playing tricks on her...but still, she had to know. She walked slowly towards the mirrors, fearing what she would see, although she didn't know why. She stood before the mirror in pure shock.

She was wearing grey stretch pants and a matching tank top...her hair was in disarray (her typical morning hairstyle), she had large, purple bags under her eyes and she was eight months pregnant. It just wasn't possible that this had all been a dream. Having Remus and living with Harry in this house couldn't have been a dream. It had all been so real, she had felt pain (especially the pain of giving birth to Remus in Hogsmeade), happiness, all of the emotions she experience during her waking hours. Was this a dream? She thought to herself. Perhaps she was dreaming about the night after their deaths, whatever was going on, she was completely confused. Hermione heard a noise and her heart was racing when she turned toward the door, where the handle started to jiggle. Someone was unlocking the door and she waited in anticipation as Draco Malfoy opened the door.