Chapter 2: Hogwarts school of wichtcarft and wizardry.

Hermione reached Hogwarts while keeping an eye on the train. She smiled knowing little James would be safe. It was all she wanted. A chance for harry and Ginny's son to grow up with his parents. It was only less than two years since they left Hogwarts but yet a lot had happened. Voldemort was defeated and Draco Malfoy had apparently started where he left off. Though he didn't want anyone to die, she just thought it was a fight for equality. He was fighting for the Malfoy name. She respected him in a way and the past years had done wonders for him.

She dismounted the broom and collected the sleeping tot from the train before making her way up the dusty path toward the place she had called home for seven long years; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She knew Harry, Ginny and Minerva would be waiting at the doors. Lavender Brown had proved to be a double agent and had kidnapped the small bundle handing him over to the other side. It had taken everything Hermione had to gain access to the strong hold of the new wizarding threat. She tried methods she wasn't proud of such as: using one of the unforgivable curses, seduction and hand-to-hand combat.

She cuddled baby James close protecting him from the harsh winds. She thought of the last couple of months, Malfoy had been right in saying that Harry had lost some trust in her but he got the reasons wrong. She would never reveal to anyone what had happened. It was her secret and only two other people knew of it; Harry and Ron. She had no idea Harry would have reacted like that, she was his friend, and she helped him in the war. She guessed when it came down to it, it was just who he believed more.

The elegant, brown eyed beauty mounted the steps leading up to the grand castle door and entered the school. It was summer so there would be no students roaming the halls or creating havoc. She smiled fondly at the memories of the school and couldn't help but wonder what school would have been like if everyone had known, if she had known. Would she have still had all her morals? Would she have still had the same friends? Would she have looked at anyone differently?

She sighed softly. Harry and Ginny were nowhere in sight. A twinge in her chest knotted. Where were the Professors? Where were harry and Ginny? In fact... where were the people in the portraits. She broke into a run and ran along the corridors until she reached the foot of the staircase leading up into Professor McGonagall's office.

"You're too late, the saviour has fallen, little orphan brats." A mocking voice echoed.

Hermione growled. "Shut up Peeves before I exorcise your sorry arse to hell."

Hermione said the password and walked into the office James leaning his head on her shoulder sucking his thumb, his jet black hair glinting in the dim light. "Professor?"

She could see the Professor sitting at her desk. As she moved closer something seemed amiss. As she moved even closer she could see her favourite professor was still yet to blink. She seemed to be staring deeply into space. Hermione place James on the floor before she moved closer. "Professor?"

She placed two dainty fingers against the thin and fragile wrist of the old professor. Nothing. Hermione stepped back in shock. She looked around. With McGonagall dead and Peeve's jeer, something must have taken place. She looked around the desk and further up into the Professors bedroom. On the bed lay Ginny and a tiny bundle in a pink blanket. She first took Ginny's pulse. There was a small and faint glimmer of hope in the weak beat. She unfolded the blanket to find a new born baby, and a note. She unfolded the note cradling the baby girl to her chest.

Dearest Hermione,

You were indeed right and Harry and myself are deeply sorry. If you made it here and if you are reading this then you have realised what has occurred. I never thought it possible but it has happened. This is Lily, she is three days old. I write this note to you as a fight rages outside the door to this small room. You have kept James safe, of that I am sure and I thank you from the depth of my heart. I have but one final request, take care of my babies. Love them and teach them.

Love your best friend and 'sister',

Ginny xx

She stifled a small sob. She went back into the office and picked up James. "This is your baby sister Lily."

James smiled widely showing his milk white one year old teeth. "Ily..."

Hermione flooed them to her place which was hidden and untraceable. She placed James in the travel cot and Lily on the bed. "I'll be back soon Aunt Mia has to help Mummy ok?" she rushed and knocked on her neighbours door to ask if their teenage daughter could babysit and thankfully she could.

The small boy laughter from playing with his babysitter rang out as Hermione flooed back to the school and flooed Ginny to St Mungo's.

Hermione looked at the busy Hospital. "HELP ME! SOMEONE!"

A Med-witch looked over and at the sight of the great Harry Potter's wife lying limp in one of the Golden Trio's arms rushed over. "What's happened?"

"Someone did this I... I don't know who, but they killed the Headmistress and Harry Potter is missing, I know harry didn't do this. He wouldn't have left his wife, son and daughter. The children are under my care for the minute. Just help Ginny get better." Hermione poured out and the Med-witch nodded.

"Of course dear." Another couple of people appeared and took Ginny away deep into the hospital. Hermione felt helpless. Earlier she had felt so strong facing up against Malfoy. Yet it seemed they may be on the same side. Could this new threat bring together the divided community? Only time would tell as Hermione entered the fireplace and flooed back to the small flat located in the middle of the Muggle world. A world she didn't in fact belong to, and never had.