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"The Healer is formal, we can't talk to them until tomorrow morning, in the first hour, once that the effects of the curse will be dispelled..."

Ron spent a hand in his hair, irritated. Harry was pacing in the corridor of St Mungo's hospital, while Kinglsey observed them.

"Go back home, he finally said. Your mission is a success..."

"A success? replied Harry, furious, two death eaters have fled! You..."

"And we have two Death Eaters to interrogate! cut it dry Kinglsey, go home Potter, this is valuable for you too, Weasley, we expect you tomorrow early for the interview.

The Director of the office of the Auror walked away.

"Just go, launched Harry, I'll type the report, Ginny ends up in one hour, I'm going to wait for her…I see you later..."

"Are you sure..." started Ron, hesitant.

"Hey, don't pretend to want to type this damn report!"

Ron burst out laughing but didn't try to insist anymore. He hated reports, he was always late, as usual, when it was his turn to type it. He grinned and left the corridor.

Once out of Sainte-Mongoose, he looked at the time on the wet...wetsh ... watch that Hermione had offered him. She was probably packing to go to the Burrow. He would surprise her by coming home. He smiled at this idea, she thought he had left for several days, she was unaware every time about the content of their missions and thus the supposed duration. Despite the flight of the death eaters, nothing could tarnish the joy he felt! It was going to be able to spend more than a few hours with the woman of his life!

Ron apparated and found himself in the street outside his home. The neighborhood was peaceful, a cat spent lazily before him, waddling, reminding him Crookshanks and the time where he and Hermione quarreled thereon at Hogwarts. The old cat lived a golden retirement at the Burrow, chasing the gnomes of the garden and basking in the sun.

Ron advanced, to stop suddenly... Something was wrong...The door was ajar and it was unusual...

His heart froze, he took out his wand, terror paralysing his mind. This scene reminded him of times, too often experienced, when he arrived on a crime scene. He didn't know if he should give in to relief when he saw the absence of Dark Mark floating on the House.

"No, not Hermione, not her, I beg you, not her, let her, just let her..."

He whispered these words to himself, like a prayer, his heart about to explode, his senses alert, the horror and fear twisted his guts in a grinding pain. He pushed the door and entered with caution. The house was silent, terribly silent. The light in the main room was lit, he saw the exploded closets in the kitchen, traces of burns in various locations, the glass on the ground, the inverted pedestal table...

Fear turned into a dull, deep rage. Where was she? If ever, if ever... He could not bring himself to make this assumption, even in thought, it was unbearable. He was looking everywhere, in a mixture of anxiety and relief not to fall on her lifeless body.

"Hermione?"

No response. Always on the lookout, he made the tour of the house. The house was empty…

"HERMIONE!"

His desperate cry rang out. He let himself fall to his knees. He had to think fast. It was an attack by death eaters, no doubt. She was there when they entered the house, given the traces of battle... Had they taken her, was she alive? Questions jostling in his mind, the fear preventing him from putting in the order, Hermione had always been his weakness. When he was on a mission, he usually managed to keep a cool head, the simple idea of losing Hermione plunged it into unspeakable distress. A glimmer of hope was kindled against his will in his brain. The Terrier! Without further ado, he apparated. Arrived in front of his childhood crooked house, he began to run and burst into the house, looking for her. He saw first the stunned faces of his family, George, who was holding his daughter, Angelina, his wife, he saw Harry, who seemed to come to arrive, Ginny close to him... Then he saw her, wide-eyed, in the hands of Molly who attended an abrasion on her cheek.

" Ron!"

She had no time to react, the young man crossed the room with long strides and takes her tight with all his strength against him.

"Hermione..." he said in a sob. Hermione, turned upside down, closed her eyes and buried her face against his chest. He moved away from her, staring at her.

"Hermione, by Merlin, I thought I die when I got home, I saw the state of...A…are you injured?"

His voice was low, filled with fury, and his face was getting red. Hermione shook her head.

"It's nothing Ron, just a scratch, a tin of food fell on me. You are injured too, what happened to your lips?"

But the young man held her chin, watched her gall, with his face tense and tight lips. A limitless angry was read in his eyes. Hermione didn't insist. She was still in shock, and was struggling to hide her shakes.

"Ron, I warned the HQ, Kingsley sends us reinforcements" says Harry to his friend.

"Your father will be there from one minute to another, added Molly, let me look after Hermione now..."

The redhead moved away to regrets. Why she? Why had they attacked her? He could have lost her, this idea made him crazy! What would he be without her? Hermione was his oxygen, he felt alive thanks to her, for her. He didn't leave her of the look, while speaking to Harry.

"We need to go there, see if we can find any clues..."

"I'll go once the reinforcements will be there, lopped off Harry, remains with her, she needs you..."

"Hum, I'm still here, cuckoo, I can hear you, stop doing as if I wasn't there Harry!" protested Hermione by crossing arms.

"Stop moving dear!" said Molly by tapping her cheek with her wand.

The young woman remained motionless, her eyes going from her friend to her lover.

"We need to know why they attacked her, how did they do to get into the house and what they wanted..." said Ron.

His fists were tight, he was angry, so angry with these monsters, with him even. Hermione remembered the parchment tightly in the hands of the death eater, this same parchment buried at this very moment in her bag. She bit her lip and looked down. They should not know, not now.

Two 'crackles' sound, followed closely by a third, resounded outside. Arthur Weasley entered, followed by Neville and Seamus, in uniform of Auror. The men greeted the assembly and went to sit. Hands tightened around a cup of steaming tea, Hermione had to tell them what had happened, in detail, however willingly failing to mention the parchment. She knew that keeping this information would not help them in their investigation, but she had no choice. Ron remained silent all this time, not releasing the woman's look. Hermione knew that tune by heart. Fear, anxiety, anger, misunderstanding, the need for action... A jostling of feelings swirling in his blue eyes.

"They wanted you alive" concludes Harry, frowning.

"It could have a report with your work? asked Seamus. I know that the Decree concerning the abolition of the domestiquage of Elves was relatively badly taken in the high spheres..."

"It is nothing less than slavery... corrected Hermione, severe eye. But I cannot tell you their motivations... The only certainty I have is that they were death eaters..."

Harry ends up kissing Ginny and then he apparated with his colleagues to Ron and Hermione's house, to begin investigations. The meal took place in calm, the faces were tense. All these attacks reminded them of bad memories, a dark time, as if Voldemort was still there... The shade of the missing persons glided above them. Fred, Tonks, Lupin... Did they die in vain?

Hermione took leave, exhausted, drained both emotionally than physically.

Ron accompanied her upstairs, he slowly closed the door of his room behind them, grabbed the young woman, plating her against the wall. He kissed her brutally, desperately, with an insatiable need to feel her breath against his. Lip pain forced him to stop the kiss, leaving a breathless Hermione, swollen lips, wide-eyed. He stroked her cheek, passing his thumb on the gall.

"They will pay for that..."

"Ron...I'm fine, look at me, I'm here and I'm going well..."

"You could have..."

He was silent, unable to finish his sentence, speak aloud his worst obsession, his worst nightmare. His eyes spoke for him as often. The young woman surrounded his size of the arms and rested the head against his chest. Ron sighed. She was a head less than him, she seemed fragile to him, even if she was probably stronger than him...

"I'm fine" she repeated.

If Hermione fell asleep quickly, helped by her exhaustion and the soothing potion given to her by Molly, Ron couldn't get to sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Hermione to the ground, lifeless. This image, a mixture of imagination and memory of Hermione in the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange, haunted him, tortured him. He looked at her sleeping, huddled against him, her curls picked up in a bun, relieving her face. She stirred and opened a sleepy eye. When she saw the piercing gaze of Ron on her, she closed her eyes and crossed an arm around him.

"Try to sleep..." she muttered.

"I can't..."

She opened both eyes, picked herself up on an elbow and observed him. His beautiful face, his jaw tense, his rings...

"Since how long did you not sleep Ron?"

"..."

"Ron?"

"I can't do this anymore…"

Hermione straightened, crossed legs, and made him face. The room was plunged into darkness, but their eyes were accustomed to the darkness. She was waiting for him to speak. Ron sighed. Hermione would not abandon.

"Hermione...I support less and less the situation... We thought that once annihilated Voldemort, peace would be...And look at this mess, from the dead every day, no respite... Hermione, I can't live with this fear of losing you, losing Harry or Ginny, or my brothers, my parents... I'm fighting against it but I've the impression of fighting a ghost, you understand? I... I think I'll stop...I want to take you away from all this…"

Hermione crossed her arms. The young man only knew too well the air there.

"It's absolutely out of the question!" She cried out.

Ron scowled.

"I don't want you to think that I'm a coward, but..."

Hermione cut him by taking his hands in hers. He looked at them. They were so small, so delicate, compared with the big rough hands of him.

"I would never think that, never! Ron, we are fine! I am strong, more than you think, I know how to defend myself, the proof this evening! And you have told me yourself, I am an extremely gifted witch! I almost was an Auror I remind you, I could be very easily!

"Anyways, Hermione, what matters to me is your safety! You're Muggle Born, you're with me, one of the Auror who chase them, you are a target of choice! This is no coincidence! I don't want because of me you..."

Hermione interrupted him by putting her lips against his.

"You will not manage to interrupt me like that every time", whispered the young man taking his breathing.

Hermione smiled and grabbed his face to plant her gaze in his.

"Ron, you know, if you leave, you won't be able to look at you in a mirror. I fell in love with you because you're the most courageous person, the more loyal, nicest and greatest man I know...Harry needs us, the world needs you... "

She looked at him, overflowing with love, and the young man wondered if really, he deserved her. Ron smiled in turn and attracted her to him, walking his hands behind his back.

"One more time, you're right..."