Okay so today, I walked into my office and notice a stack of files on my desk, with a little note that read 'Potter thought this might be useful'. I flip them open and quickly notice the topic of the file. Ron. It read :

Ronald Weasely

ON WATCH FOR :

TRYING TO KIDNAP Mrs. Hermione Jean Potter (nee Granger )

MURDER OF Helen Jean Granger (nee Wallace )

After years of leaving Britain's Wizarding World for six years after being accused of sexual assault against Daphne Greengrass, her sister, Lisa Turpin, and Tracey Davis. Also battery charges for attacking Blaise Zabini and Michel Conner. Now he has came back. VERY DANGEROUS!

What! I quickly dash to the floo and arrive home. I throw my coal grey suit jacket on the sofa, then begin to check in everyone's rooms. Heath's room, no. Harmony's room, no. I pray to Merlin that they are safely inside of my room. I fling my bedroom door open to find, Harmony still dressed in her purple night-gown, passed out. Heath, is safely sleeping beside his sister, only wearing a Monsters INC. diaper. While, Hermione is in light blue sweatpants that stop at her ankles, while sporting a loose orange tank-top. She had all these papers covering our desk, while a black ball-point pin in her mouth. Once a muggle-born always a muggle-born.

"Herms," I called out.

She turned around with a shock look in her toffee eyes, but a loving smile on her lips.

"Why are you home already? Not that I mind, but?" she asked.

I quickly pull her into my arms, just to feel her soft skin.

"Love, what's wrong?" she questioned running her hands up and down my back.

"Ron."

"Harry?"

"Ron did it."

"Harry! Did what?" she asked getting very annoyed.

"Ron killed your mum, and he's after you, Herms," I cried pulling her closer.

I soon feel little tears soaking my white button-up. She wraps her arms tighter around me, then she just loses it.

"Shhh," I coo in her ear.

"I-I c-can't!" she sobbed.

"I already set up the wards he can't come near any of us, your dad included."

"Oh dad!" she moaned starting to cry uncontrollably.

"I know, I know." I soothed the words int her ear.

I held her until I heard a knock on our front door. Who ever it is can kiss it. We cuddled up onto the bed beside our children. I swear on my life the next time I see Ronald Weasley his blood will be on my hands.

A/N I'm sorry for the long wait. Just life got in the way. But I'm back. If my mom didn't just call me for dinner I would be working on Chapter 12. R&R.