When they returned home Hermione found her apartment was no different from when she last left it other then the few letters on her coffee table. She sent Lucas to his room for awhile so she could sit and read the letters and get her thoughts organized.

The first letter she picked up was from work saying that if there had been family problems she should of wrote in. The next letter was Lucas' school saying they were worried that something was wrong since Lucas had never missed a day of school unless he was ill. And the last was from Harry his said that he was worried since he came over to tell her something urgent but she hadn't been home and that when she got the letter to write back pronto.

Worried that something had happened, Hermione quickly wrote down a response to Harry saying she was home, she sent it off with her owl and went to her room. She sat her bed for awhile her face in her hands. The sound of little feet made her look up and see Lucas standing in front of her.

"Mommy, why did we leave Draco's house so fast?"

"It's complicated Lucas," she said

"I can understand," said Lucas sitting next to his mother. Hermione sighed and looked at her son.

"When you're older I'll tell you but not now,"

"Okay. Mommy can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead,"

"Why don't I have a Daddy?"

She always feared that question, she had never thought of a good answer for him if one day he was to ask that. She picked Lucas up and placed him in her lap, putting her chin on his head she wrapped her arms around him. "I don't know why you don't have a Daddy. Maybe we haven't found him yet."

"Is Ron trying to be my Daddy?"

Hermione chuckled. "It seems like it doesn't it. But no he's just a friend more like a brother to me."

"Good cause I don't like him," said Lucas crunching up his nose.

"And why not?"

Lucas shrugged his little shoulders. "It's just something that I feel when he's around. He feels like a bad man."

Hermione thought for a second. A bad man. That's what Lucas said she just couldn't figure out why he felt that about Ron. He was good friend and was on the good side, wasn't he?

Later that night after Lucas was put to bed and everything was clean, Hermione found herself in the living room reading a book. She had received a letter from Harry saying that he was going to come over after work to tell her something important. That had been at 10pm, it was now 12:45am and Hermione was getting drowsy. Just then she heard a car pull up, she leaned over her couch and looked out her window. Harry had just got out of his car and walked up to the door. He pushed the buzzer and Hermione went to push her button allowing Harry entrance. She unlocked her door and held it open for him, he stormed into her apartment and Hermione looked at him. Shutting her door she turned to him, Harry was pacing already probably trying to figure out his thoughts. Then he stopped and faced her.

"Where the bloody hell were you last night?" his voice was in a hard, loud whisper.

"Watch your language Harry in this house and if you don't stop I'll have you out of here before you can say Qudditch Cup," said Hermione in a calm whisper.

He stared at her like she had grown another head. "Watch my language you say how bout fucking no. You tell me where the hell you were and maybe I'll stop cussing."

Hermione walked up to him and brought her good hand across his face. He looked back at her his eyes huge before he spoke Hermione grabbed his jaw. "Now listen here Mr. Potter. I will not have you come into my home and cuss and go on like you own me. I have a child who is sleeping and if you can't respect that I'll have you kicked out and band from this apartment. Now you sit your butt on that couch and calm down. Now!"

She let go of his jaw and he did as he was told, he fell on the couch in a huff and watched Hermione disappear into the kitchen. When she returned she had two mugs of hot tea, she handed one to Harry and sat down beside him.

"Have you calmed down?"

He nodded. "Look I'm sorry Hermione, but you don't know what the Ministry has found out and I wrote you a letter and came over and everything to tell you but you weren't home so I worried."

Harry fell silent for a moment as Hermione sipped her tea. He glanced at her and frowned. He reached over and touched her braced arm. "What happened?"

She looked at him. "Carrying a lot of documents at work and I slipped, nasty fall, snapped the bone right in the middle." It was the first lie she had thought of that day.

"Same with your limp?" She nodded.

"They shouldn't have you carrying all that it's bad for your back," said Harry gulping his tea. "Anyway I want to get this over with before I forget."

"Multiple activities happened the other day. We got a letter from Malfoy saying he was not playing around like Voldemort did, that he will demolish any muggle, muggle-born, half-blood or even pure-blood who gets in his way. And that the only to prevent this is to follow him. He's crazy Hermione probably more crazy then Voldemort himself. And on top of that we believe his right hand man is his son."

Hermione stopped, Draco his right hand man? She didn't know what to think of it, if what ever happened earlier that day was true then Draco was an innocent man but if it was a lie and a plot then she was in a lot of trouble.

"So the ministry is looking for any sign of Draco Malfoy so that we can arrest him and question him, it's not going to be easy. And to top it all off there was a disaster about 2 blocks from Lucas' school. When we arrived down there to do damage control we found a little bird that chirped its head off until we followed it toward an alley where we found two unconscious death eaters. We arrested them and asked questions all we got out of them was 'the boy, we need the boy' and then they died right there. Dark magic completely. We have our hands full this time." He put his head in his hands and grabbed at his hair.

Hermione sat quietly, the men that had chased her were death eaters most likely sent by Lucius to capture Lucas. Which meant that Draco was possibly telling the truth, and that she was in trouble as well as Lucas who was in more danger then herself.

"You haven't said much Hermione is everything okay?" breaking from her thoughts she looked at Harry and pulled a weak smile on her lips.

"Yeah I'm fine," she said.

"Well since the death eaters are on a killing spree I'm going to have two junior aurors posted around your house and be able to escort you to work , school and where ever else. And I know you don't like the idea but I need to have everyone dear to my heart protected. Even Ginny is having an auror around when I'm not home," said Harry as he stood.

"It's okay Harry I don't mind," she walked him to the door. Before he left he kissed her forehead and looked at her.

"Take care of yourself please, you're family to me like a sister and I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I lost you."

She put a gentle hand on his cheek. "I promise you Harry I'll be safe and you won't lose me." He smiled and left the apartment.

Hermione locked her door and turned off the lamp and headed to her room. She crawled under her blankets, pulling them up to her chin and rolled over to look out her window. It was a clear night and the last thing she saw before closing her eyes were the twinkling stars in the dark sky.