A/N: To make this clear as to who is speaking (Memory or real), I will italicize anything memory characters are saying while our timeline characters are left as normal font.

Chapter 10

She was met with darkness as she saw the swirls of the memories sort themselves out in front of her. Before she knew it, she felt a memory materialize in front of her. She could see the others looking a bit anxious as the setting became clear. They were sitting in Grimmauld Place, just as they had a few minutes before, while a toddler version of James and an even younger Hugo played on the ground with a few toys which Hermione assumed belonged to James. Scorpius was currently being cradled by the memory version of her while the memory Draco had his arm around her back as she leaned into him.

'Did you see the front page?' Harry asked them while Ginny toiled around at the stove. Ron was leaning back in his seat, eating the food in front of him, but he shook his head.

'What happened?' Hermione asked, with a worried look on her face.

'Gringotts has been broken into…again,' Harry said grimly, 'And we all know how well that turned out the first time.'

'Do we know what's been taken?' Draco asked, sitting up straighter as he took the paper from Harry to study it.

'No,' Harry said with a shake of his head, 'They were trying to ensure that it didn't leak to the public, but someone overheard two of the Goblins talking and reported it. Since they haven't formally filed a report, we can't do anything about it. They want to handle it internally.'

Hermione took a look at the front page to get an indication of when in time they were. June 30, 2004.

She made a mental note of the date for later. While she doubted things were going to follow the old timeline anymore, it never hurt to be too prepared.

Hermione noted as Draco watched his counterpart holding her closely. She tried not to think about it, seeing as they would be witnessing years of their marriage, and the last thing she needed was to attempt to processes the implications.

'We have to do something about it!' Draco said, frustrated. 'They might think they have a handle on this sort of thing, but what if it's not just some random stolen artifact. People don't break into Gringotts lightly.'

Hermione blushed slightly at that, and Draco stroked her cheek, 'Of course when your wife and her friends do it, it tends to be a different story.'

Harry laughed, 'Well it wasn't exactly easy, and the three of us weren't all that subtle in our escape. Every time I go there now, they always give me a judging look. I don't think they'll ever forgive us for it.'

Ron nodded at that, 'I know what you mean. I make an effort to send Luna whenever I can so I can avoid it.'

The memory started to fade as James left the room. After the war, the security at Gringotts had tightened even more at the elusive bank. While it had been near impossible when they had done it, she imagined it would be far harder now.

If she had marked this memory, it meant that the break in wasn't a mere coincidence, and that whatever was taken somehow related to all of this. It wasn't as if they could just go to the bank and ask for a list of whatever they held, especially without any grounds to do so.

As the next memory began to materialize she saw that they were in the burrow. There was a huge banner wishing Hugo a happy second birthday. While the Burrow had always been chaotic whenever there was a party, somehow having all the children there, including the rest of the Weasley clan's kids, made it all the more busier.

There were kids running everywhere, as Molly made her way through the crowd to place an impressive looking cake in front of the birthday boy.

Draco was holding Scorpius who looked to be approaching a year old now. The young blonde was babbling happy as Angelina was enjoying playing a game of peek-a-boo with the child. Hermione was standing close by as one of her arms were wrapped around her husband's waist.

Harry was a few metres away as he was chatting to Luna.

Hermione noted Harry's eyes soften at the sight. While she knew that he considered the Weasley family his own, there still had been times in the past where she knew that he felt out of place; mainly because she had felt it too. But seeing them there, with three generations of family members was a heartwarming sight.

Molly used her wand to light the candles, as Ron explained to his son that he would need to make a wish and blow out the candles. While the young boy seemed amazed at the sight of the cake, he nodded in agreement to whatever his father was telling him.

The room burst into song, and when they had finished, Luna helped Hugo blow out the candles. When they were safely removed, Molly reached across the table to grab the knife from Arthur.

Unfortunately for her, Hugo seemed to be a little too eager for his cake.

Hermione stifled a laugh as she watched Hugo use his hands to scoop up a gigantic piece of the cake and stuff it into his mouth. The young child was truly his father's son.

The room burst into laughter as Hugo giggled when Molly gave him a teasing stern look.

George had been about to say something when the ground began to shake heavily. Thankfully, they were all outside, so they didn't need to worry about the building collapsing on them. Draco pulled Hermione in tightly as the two of them bent down to the ground to huddle over their son.

The quake didn't last long, and had passed nearly as quickly as it had appeared.

'That's the third time this month,' Hermione said, sounding upset. 'We can't write this off as a coincidence anymore.'

'No, we can't,' Harry said with a shake of his head. 'I'm really sorry that I have to leave so suddenly, but I need to go in to the office and see if we can find the cause of the earthquake. At the very least we're going to need to see what the damage is.'

Draco nodded as he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on Hermione's lips, 'I'll see you in a few hours,' he promised her as he handed her their son.

'Be careful,' she murmured against his lips.

'Always,' he said softly, before pulling away from her.

Hermione did her best to avoid making eye contact with Harry, who currently had a very amused look on his face. Ron's face with unreadable, but to be honest, Hermione didn't think that had anything to do with her, but rather a reaction to himself with Luna and Hugo. She also did her best not to look at Draco.

As the new memory presented itself, Hermione braced herself.

Ron was sitting at the table, as he delicately cut food on a plate meant for a child. 'Hugo, I expect you to finish all of this. Even the vegetables.'

Hugo made a disgusted looking face, 'No!'

'If you eat your vegetables, then I promise you that you can have some of the dessert that Mommy made for you,' Ron tried to convince the stubborn child. 'It has lots of chocolate in it.'

Hugo looked thoughtful at that as he contemplated both options. In the end he decided on shaking his head, 'No!'

'But chocolate!' Ron said, as he threw up his arms in frustration, 'You love chocolate.'

'You're doing it wrong,' a light voice called out from behind him. 'Hugo, if you don't eat your vegetables, then not only will you not get dessert, but when we go over to Aunt Mione and Uncle Draco's house, you won't get to play with the training Quidditch broom we got you. Nor will you get to play with James.'

Hugo looked upset at the idea of missing out on so much more.

'I don't know how you do that,' Ron said with a smile. 'Maybe you should be the one running for Minister, instead of that wanker, Zacharias Smith. How he ever got anyone's vote is beyond me.'

'You just need the right tactics to convince him. Your son is stubborn after all,' Luna teased as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

'Oh so now he's my son, is he?' Ron asked in amusement.

Luna was about to reply when the floo sounded, as a fire call came through, 'Ron, they found a dead body; we need you to come in.'

Ron sighed, 'I'll try to make it back soon,' he said, as he kissed Luna soundly.

She smiled as she handed him his coat, 'I'll see you then.'

Ron left the room, but not before wishing his son a farewell as well.

The memory came to a close once more, and Hermione felt herself slightly anxious as to what was to come next. Harry wrapped his arm around her comfortingly and she gave him a grateful smile.

Ron looked a little sheepish at the sight, and she didn't quite blame him. But she could see a part of him grin at the sight of his domestic life.

The next memory didn't materialize right away, and Hermione was caught off guard as she heard words without a visual swirl around her. She listened, as it was the same phrase repeated over and over.

'Sacred twenty-eight. They want the council to rule.'

And as quick as the words had appeared, they were gone once more. The group gave each other curious glances, but none of them said a word as the next memory came into focus.

Hermione was cuddled into Draco's chest, as Scorpius, who now looked to be about seven months old crawled on the ground in front of them. She had a smile on her face as Draco twirled a strand of her hair absently, while the both of them watched their son happily making his way around.

'He's growing up so fast,' Hermione said in wonder as Scorpius picked up a stuffed snitch toy and began to babble in excitement at the toy.

'I know,' Draco said with a gentle smile. 'My mother used to say that one moment I was just like this, crawling around and sucking on everything, and the next I was off to Hogwarts. I always used to roll my eyes at her when she did, but being a father, I see it now. I swear we just found out we were expecting yesterday.'

'Speak for yourself,' Hermione said as she swatted him lightly. 'I remember every moment of being pregnant with him.'

'I think you secretly enjoyed it; getting to boss me around even more and demanding the strangest of things,' he teased her lightly.

She laughed, 'I wish I could say you were exaggerating, but I know you're right.'

He was silent for a few moments, and Hermione used a hand to cup his face so she could meet his eyes, 'Is everything alright?' she asked him, slightly worried.

'I was just thinking about everything. Whatever is happening out there, is getting a whole lot worse. It's not just Britain anymore with the obscure random weather and natural disasters. It's spreading across Europe. France has reported several cyclones, Italy and Ireland have both had tsunamis, and Greece had a volcanic explosion. It's getting worse out there, and whatever this is, it's all connected. And I just wish that we had some sort of idea as to what's causing it.'

'You'll figure it out,' she assured him as she pressed a kiss to his jaw bone. 'Between you and Harry, you're quite a team.'

Draco pulled her in closer and Hermione's head lay against his chest. The two of them sat there in amicable silence as they watched their child continue to crawl around the room with happy coos.

The memory faded out as the scene in front of them changed once more.

The three boys were playing on the ground of the tea room at Malfoy Manor, as Scorpius started walking around the room.

He was slightly shaky, Hermione noted, meaning he probably had just began to walk. He looked to be around sixteen months, judging from his size, and she used that as a marker to indicate when they were in the memories.

Hugo and James were both playing with a few toys, while the adults watched from chairs a few metres back from where the children were.

'I love watching them like this,' Ginny said wistfully, 'I hope they all grow up to be close friends.'

'They will be,' Ron said in a sure sounding voice, 'I mean look how close we are; even with ferret boy.'

Draco laughed at that, 'I feel as if I should be offended by that, but after this long, it doesn't quite have the same effect anymore.'

Ron smirked at him, 'Shame.'

Hermione shook her head in amusement, 'Sometimes I wonder if the two of you becoming friends is one of the worst things that could have possibly happened.'

Draco leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the mouth, 'No you don't. You love that I'm friends with your friends.'

Hermione deepened the kiss as she heard Ron grumble from behind them, 'Little eyes in the room! They don't need to know how Scorpius was conceived!'

'Ronald!' Ginny said appalled. 'Honestly, Luna, I don't know how you put up with him.'

'It comes with practice,' she said in a dreamy voice, causing Ron to sit up straighter.

'Hey! Why is everyone against me now?' Ron grumbled as he crossed his arms in protest, causing the room to burst into laughter.

There was a moment of silence following it, before it was swiftly broken once more.

'How is the investigation going?' Hermione asked after a few moments.

Harry shook his head, 'Not very well. We hear all these whispers of some sort of secret group, but no one seems to know anything about it.'

'At least with the Death Eaters and Voldemort, we knew what their agenda was,' Ron said with a sigh. 'But we don't even know what these guys seem to want.'

'Have you talked to any of the members?' Ginny asked as she took a sip of her tea.

'We've questioned a few of them,' Harry said. 'We found a few bragging about their new secret society after getting to inebriated at the Leaky, and we brought them in to ask about all of it. But either they're too far down to know of any real details, or they really are that clueless as to what they're a part of. But it wasn't just that once; we talked to several members on different occasions. They don't even know who their leader is. Just that they were promised that England will soon resort to its old ways.'

'What does that even mean?' Hermione whispered.

'It could be nearly anything,' Draco said as he held his wife. 'The old ways doesn't just mean in terms of blood purity. It could be referring to an older type of society we once had, rules we once used, or even just that we get to prance around the muggle world in robes.'

Luna sighed, 'It seems as though this is going to be quite a challenge.'

'I'll do some research into old customs,' Hermione promised the group softly. 'Maybe I'll be able to find something else about it.'

The group murmured in agreement. The memory started to fade as the adults got distracted by their children who were starting to complain about being hungry.

As the new memory arrived, Hermione felt herself grow accustomed to the domestic life she and her friends had apparently settled into. She hadn't spoken to any of her friends since they entered the pensieve, nor had they to her, as they did not want to miss any details.

'Another one?' Hermione asked in shock as Draco loosened his tie and sat at the table. Hermione noted that her future-self looked worn out, much as she tended to look during times of immense stress and pressure. Future-Draco had a similar look on his face, as sighed.

'Unfortunately,' he said with a grim tone. 'This one was found on the street. I'll spare you the details; I don't even want to relive just how badly his body was broken up and mutilated.'

Hermione shuddered slightly, 'Who was it this time?' she asked, voice sounding broken.

'Hermione,' Draco said softly as he walked closer to her.

'Who was it?' she repeated, as she sounded worried at the prospect.

'I'm so sorry,' he said softly. 'It was Neville.'

Hermione didn't say anything, as Draco's arms enveloped around her. She buried her head into him as she sobbed softly.

'I don't understand how they got him,' she cried. 'Oh poor Hannah! And Frank! He can't be gone.'

Draco rubbed her back softly in circles to soothe her, allowing her to release her pain.

'Pansy Parkinson, Ernie, Daphne, Theo, Andromeda, Marcus Flint, Bill, and now Neville?' she asked softly. 'And those are just the people we know! Draco, I can't do this anymore. I can't lose any more people in this war.'

Draco nodded, 'I know, Hermione,' he said in a sad voice. 'It's getting harder with each death to stop it. We're so outnumbered by an army, and we don't even know anything about them.'

'I wish there was something I could do,' she said softly.

'There's one thing,' He said softly.

'What?' she asked.

'We've been talking about an infiltration mission,' Draco said. 'Chances are that they're going to try to come after Ron, Harry, or I eventually, so if we allow them to recruit us, we could bring them down from the inside.'

'No!' she said firmly. 'I won't lose you too. How will Scorpius and I cope without you? I refuse to let you put yourself in harm's way.'

'It might be the only way we can put an end to all of this,' Draco said, using his hand to cup her face and bring it up so they locked eyes. 'If it were you in my position, you would do the same thing.'

'Then why can't it be me?' she cried out softly.

'I know you went against Voldemort, but as much classroom training and things you had learned on your own, you don't have the training I do. And I can't let you put yourself at risk like that,' he said tenderly.

She was silent for a few moments, 'Okay. But promise me you'll be careful?'

'I promise that I will do my best to make it home to you,' Draco said.

A/N: Part one of the memories! I know you guys are still going to have a lot of questions, and I promise I'll reveal a little more information in the next chapter.