-CONTENTMENT-

Ron sat still on the seats, waiting, silently for his wife to be cleared by her healer. While he waited they had the muggle television on for the muggles that found it comforting. Ron found it fascinating.

It was the BBC News reporting on something that happened in America. '…the streets of Metropolis City following the confrontations between the Justice League and a savage beast that terrorised Midtown district have left the streets in disarray. However, reports say that Superman and Wonder Woman are on the job— working on repairs to the Midtown district, saving at least a year of repairs in less than a week…' said the dark haired female news presenter.

Ron sighed, it had been seven days since he and Harry's Aurors rescued both his wife and daughter from his crazy boarding school ex-girlfriend turned werewolf psychopath. For the past week Hermione had been at St Mungo's Hospital, healing, slowly— and Ron had been by her side every step of the way. Luckily both Hermione and Rose had the same room which made it easier.

Rose was the first to be cleared. She suffered no physical damage beside the temperature and a cold. She also passed the psychological test as well— the doctors cleared her of Post-Traumatic Stress…though she did admit she found flaws in their methods.

Ron laughed. His daughter was a little genius— simply brilliant. She was now staying at Harry and Ginny's place. Hugo was there too. They all went down to visit their mother in hospital. It was a warming event. They were all teary.

Back outside the Healer's office, after a while of waiting Ron got up and headed for the toilet.

Hands on both sides of the wash tub, Ron stared into the mirror. Many scars and bruises were gone but he could still remember where they all were. One however that remained on his body was the winding lines on his forearms. He got them in his fifth year at Hogwarts when he and his friends infiltrated the Ministry of Magic and he was attacked by some tentacle brains that wrapped themselves to his arms.

Thoughts really did cut deepest and it seemed close to impossible to remove them. He did not mind them anymore. To be honest Ron thought they looked awesome. They wrapped around his arm like floral vines— almost on purpose, Celtic in design. Hermione seemed to find them attractive and that was enough.

He then took out his Deluminator— given to him by Albus Dumbledore as part of his last Will and Testament. It served its purpose well as it had helped him in more than one occasion now. Upon a closer examination, Ron saw something that looked like writing, engraved on the lower hilt. It was something he did not notice before when he had it, winding around the hilt. He read it.

When things seem most dark— it will show you the light

Sounded like something Dumbledore would say: mysterious and full of wonder, in a riddling, frustrating way.

What happened to him in the Chamber of Secrets against Lavender seemed a blurring mess to him. He remembered the bright light and the woman. He remembered the feeling of warmth and the message she gave him: to help the 'winged one'. Maybe he was just dreaming?

But it felt real enough? How was his Deluminator doing that though?

Ron needed to rack his brain. Maybe Hermione could help?

Then, Ron saw something that ignited his curiosity even further. The bottom of the device had a few scratches from the side of the base to the wooden grip that held the eternalised words. It opens up?

-=O=-

Hermione sat, back straight and waiting patiently. Though she looked quite calm, inside was far from it. She was anxious, anxious to insanity. The Healer's office was dimly lit, just as well, it was quite late out, it was rather quiet— but she had to see him.

She watched as the blond haired doctor searched his records, he was inspecting her records, looking quite troubled.

In all her foresight Hermione could never have seen this coming, where she was. She constantly looked down at her stomach, almost as if she could see the life forming inside.

'It seems that you've fully recovered,' stated the doctor. 'Blood and energy levels are normal…your…vitals—'

'What about the baby growing inside me, Malfoy?' she asked, a fearful quiver in her voice. 'Lavender said that she was going to do something to me and it would affect my child. She stuck me with the syringe!'

Draco just sighed. 'We've cleaned out any infection the needle may have carried—'

'That's not what I meant and you know that, Draco.'

Malfoy sighed, his finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose. He was getting quite a headache, 'I'm…afraid that it's permanent. We can't isolate the artificial substance from the embryo.'

The news was more than a shock to Hermione. Her heart was breaking, shattering to pieces. Her body was frozen in place like she had made contact with the Basilisk again. She wanted to cry out, to shout out…but she couldn't. 'Will…will he be—'

'Yes,' Draco answered plainly. 'Your child will be the first genetically designed werewolf.'

Hermione sighed, almost defeated, like there was no hope left for her. 'Will I survive childbirth?' she inquired more calmly. Although her primary concern was of the child's, she could not help but shudder at the prospect of her own death.

'Actually…' Healer Malfoy looked at the records closely, 'childbirth looks like it will be quite normal. Pregnancy might pose a few problems, chief among them is intensified morning sickness and you will be eating for yourself and a giant dog really.'

Hermione thought she was going to be sick but recomposed herself. She was looking quite uncertain of herself now. What were the next nine months going to be like?

'Apart from that, things seem normal: heart rate, neurological capacity, and your magical capacity as well. All are normal. Now I must insist you take counselling in case you are suffering from PTS.'

'Draco, I'm fine.' Hermione smiled.

Although Draco did not buy her little fib for a minute, he nodded, agreeing and stood up. He gave her the records for her to examine herself. He then walked over to the door but before opening, he turned around to Mrs Weasley, 'Hermione…you're going to have to tell him sooner or later.'

'I…I know.'

-=O=-

Ron inspected the device in his hand from every perspective, taking in as much detail as possible. It looked like the base of the Deluminator was designed to be taken off, like a lid— but why? What was inside it?

Well, Dumbledore would have had to repair it somehow, Ron thought before attempting to pry it open. It maybe just something unrelated but he knew he needed to know what it was that happened in the Chamber of Secrets.

It was magic he had never seen before and was certain no one else has either. It did not have the same aura of magic that his training as an Auror had made him quite attuned to. This one seemed powerful, firm…dangerous. Now he was torn between giving it to the authorities or not.

Maybe he'd show Hermione first? That seemed like the logical path.

He twisted the bottom for a while until finally; he heard a click and the base fell to into the sink. It was pure luck that when something, a golden metal rod dropped from inside the Deluminator, Ron's reflexes caught it. In an instance, the rod as well as the scars on his arms began to glow a bright white. Ron yelped before completely dropping the object into the sink next to the Deluminator's base.

What the bloody hell was that?! The Auror quickly inspected the mysterious object, its glow was mesmerising, like a wand, calling to him. But he was afraid to touch it again. What was this magic?

The rod was solid gold with dark markings around it, winding up like a vine— like his scars. That couldn't have been a coincident, Ron assessed.

Then he heard footsteps echoing, people were coming. He carefully levitated the object into the air and with a cloth, wrapped it and placed it into his pocket along with the Deluminator and its lid. 'What were you trying to give me, Professor?' he whispered into the air. Dumbledore said that it was a device of his own design but this was magic he doubted the great wizard was ever familiar with.

As Ron walks out of the toilet, making sure to look casual and smiled at the people he walked past.

To say he was now more freaked out would be an understatement. Now, he was back into the public and the first instinct that hit him was to get Hermione something: maybe a bouquet of flowers? He thought. A quick stop at the gift shop, Ronald Weasley emerged with a full bouquet of red roses. He leans in to smell his catch. They reminded him of their honeymoon to Florence Italy where they stayed at a villa covered in roses and lilies. He just hoped they helped.

Walking to the Healer's office he spots Healer Malfoy exiting his office wearing his Healer's coat. Soon a nurse approaches him, handing him a clipboard.

Ron walks to him, hoping to catch him before he leaves. 'Hay,' he calls, not threateningly, just normal 'hay'.

'Ah, Ron, yes I was just going to fetch you actually.' he responded with a smile.

'How's my wife? What's…you know…the diagnostics?'

Draco needed to think for a little while of what he should disclose, a second longer and he knew Ron would suspect. 'She's fine, Mr Weasley. Hermione's healing perfectly well, much quicker than I thought and just needs to sign and look at a few notes before I let you guys go.'

Ron bobbed his head and gestured Draco was free to go. But before he was far enough, 'Hay, Malfoy,' he called. Draco turned to him again, he saw him smile at him, usually a rather uncommon thing between the two. 'Thanks mate,' he inclined his head as a gesture of good will.

Draco smiled back and a nod made for a silent acceptance.

They could not pinpoint when exactly they had thrown away their rivalry and became…well not best of friends but for some reason, Ron could trust him now. Ever since their children went to school, Ron and Malfoy could actually tolerate each other and go beyond greetings and farewells when they passed each other.

Ron's and Harry's jobs as Aurors meant that they were going to get bruised and scratched from now and then. Thus they would constantly make quick stops at St Mungo's where Draco's medical team usually fixed them up before they returned home. Keeps them from worrying their spouses Draco guessed.

The red haired Auror stood by Draco Malfoy's office, a hand tucked in his pocket while his right hid the flowers.

'I see you've gotten your wife and daughter back,' startled, Ron nearly fell, he looked to his right where none other than Bruce Wayne stood—big tall man in a black business suit, hands in his pocket. Ron came to envy him a little bit. The guy looked awesome.

'Ah, yeah, I did. Thanks, by the way, for helping me, I still don't know how you managed to turn my phone into a mask.'

Bruce smiled and patted the man on the shoulder. 'Well, I own the company that makes those…well my enterprise supports them. So basically, every phone of that series can do that.'

Ron's eyes squinted in mock confusion, 'What does your company make, again?'

They both shared a chuckle. 'What happened to your arm?'

The mention of his arm had instantly caused Ron to jump slightly. 'Ah, what do you mean?' he asked nervously.

Bruce pointed at Ron's scars. The Auror relaxed and informed the American that it had happened years ago when he was still at school.

But after that it was straight to business, 'Listen…I can offer your family expenses to help you. As I understand it Post-Traumatic Stress is not an extinct problem in the Wizarding Community.' He then hands the wizard a piece of paper and to his shock, it was a cheque for a hundred thousand dollars which was approximately sixty-thousand British pounds.

'Thank you, again, Mr Wayne. But I really can't take this—'

'Please, I insist it will pay for therapy if she needs it and will help her Political campaign.' Ron was speechless when Wayne placed the cheque in the wizard's frozen hand. 'Consider it a welcoming gift for joining the legion.'

Ron's mind was scrambling to piece together words, comprehensible words but they seemed to have shut down. He looked at the sheet of white paper in his shaking hands. 'But…why?'

'Mr Weasley, I like to consider myself a relatively nice person. At least I try to be. You will face plenty of hardships in life, I just want to help.' He then extended his hand, 'Good luck, Mr Weasley, and welcome to the team.' With a final pat on Ron's shoulder, the mysterious billionaire walked off.

There were still so many questions he wanted to ask him, so many things he did not yet understand. But maybe it was not the time?

After some time, Hermione finally exited Malfoy's office. Ron saw sadness in her face but also saw it brighten when she saw him standing there with a large bouquet of beautiful red roses. Her cheeks become a bit pinkish as she tucks a lose strand of hair behind her ear. She walks to Ron who had a silly grin on his face she tiptoes to reach his lips, hands on his hard chest, their lips meet.

-=O=-

It was not the beeping of the alarm that woke him up it was the soft touches, a feminine hand upon the most ticklish spots his body disclosed. He opens his eyes to the radiantly beautiful face of his beloved wife.

'Good morning, sleepy-head,' she cooed as her fingers trailed his frame and all the way to his fiery red hair.

Ron smiled, half asleep but attentively at her. He lifted his head slightly when she leaned in and they shared a passionate kiss. 'How are you?' he asked her. Hermione just nodded.

In truth, Hermione seemed unsure of anything anymore. She had slept but her dreams were plagued by nightmares, dark dreams of terror revolving her child. If there was one thing she knew about werewolves from time spent in Remus Lupin's company was that Lycanthropy was painful, physically, the transformation was almost beyond resistance. Lupin described the pain in detail and she did not want her and Ron's child to suffer that sort of pain.

Thus her nights were spent dwelling around her baby in a crib, crying in agony as it changes. Bones stretched, muscles…it made Hermione vomit just thinking about it. But how else is a mother to react when she can no longer do anything?

'Honey…' she was brought back by her husband's hand on her cheek, 'are you okay?' there was sincere worry in his eyes.

She'd have to tell him someday, Healer Malfoy had made clear.

Alas she did not. In fact, when Ron somehow noticed a change, Hermione quickly changed the subject. They ended up having sex, as quickly and silently as possible, considering their children were only a few rooms away.

Ron just had to smile when he walks into a dining room filled with the people he loved, seated around a circular table for breakfast. Harry, Ginny, James, Albus and Lily had arrived a few minutes earlier and joined Rose and Hugo for cereal and toast.

It was the perfect family image that Ron would remember. Hermione was pouring milk on the bowls while Harry had placed some toast onto Hugo's and his own plates before sitting down to read his routine of Muggle paper, then the Wizarding News. Hugo was talking to Lily about games. Rose, James and Albus conversed in Quidditch games and somehow it morphed into talking about how to pronounce Wingardium Leviosa. Ron and Harry had to stop themselves from laughing too loudly when they saw James' annoyed look at Rose's in-depth explanation.

Ron went up behind his wife and hugged her, making sure to take in her warm sent as well as enjoying the sound of her giggling.

In a deserving way, Ron allowed himself a sigh of content. 'I'm home,' he whispered into Hermione's ear. She smiled and then turns to kiss him again. He was home— home, away from psychotic dark wizards, away from Horcruxes, from Bruce Wayne or his proposals. He was home— with the people he loved and who have always loved him back.

-=W=-

Author's Note: I apologise if me leaving out details like this story being a "crossover" upset or annoyed some of you. Here are the facts: It is a fic that merges certain existing universes into one shared universe. Why? Because I thought it was different and I kept dreaming about it for a while. This is the first one I started, the first step but I have others in the works. It's basically my version of the Marvel or DC shared cinematic universe. Honestly I just wanted to write a good story about one of my all-time favourite characters from various sources and see how they interact with each other. Imagine Desmond Miles from Assassin's Creed met Conner Kent/Superboy from Young Justice, considering they're voiced by the same person…food for thought or indulgence.