Disclaimer: All Characters and things associated with Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. This writing is purely for entertainment only.

Summary: A tragedy unravels the Weasley Family and the Wizarding World forever, but with the use of a time turner can one Weasley save them all?

Chapter 6

Scorpius silently followed Harry down to the Department of Mysteries. It was weird being alone with Rose's Uncle. Even when he dated Rose, his interactions with Harry had been brief and cordial at best. Scorpius had assumed it was because he was the best Seeker of their year and had beaten Albus Potter numerous times. Other then that, he had never had an issue with Albus but Albus had been an incredibly sore loser during their time at Hogwarts and Scorpius had always assumed some of that angry had come from the dynamic between his father and Harry Potter. Scorpius knew what his father had done and he also understood why the Potter's and even the Weasley's had not loved the idea of Rose dating him. He wondered, if they were able to save Rose, if the Weasley and Potter families would eventually learn to like him since he had no intention of ever leaving Rose.

"It's up here," Harry motioned, snapping Scorpius out of his thoughts.

"Oh, right," Scorpius had to act as if he had never been down there before.

Harry opened the door with an access key that Scorpius assumed Kingsley must have given him. Within seconds, Scorpius found himself standing in a massive room with shelves of prophecies. He smirked a little; even the Department of Mysteries had not changed in over thirty years. What kind of mystery was that?

"Now, we are looking for any one that is red..." Harry started looking around the shelves which, at first glance, didn't contain any red orbs.

"This is going to take bloody forever," Scorpius said. "And suppose we find it? We can't touch it unless it belongs to us, right?"

"Well, that's fine, but we can keep a copy of the names attached to the ones we do fine and let Kingsley deal with it," Harry said.

Scorpius nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he began walking down an aisle. This seemed rather boring, but he knew it was safer for him to be in the Department of Mysteries than out on the streets pretending to be an Auror. He had never had any desire for that sort of job and knew he would be rubbish at it. Lex was good at it because she was able to make quick, clear decisions and easily live with the consequences of those decisions, he on the other hand liked to weigh his options, which is why he had gone into law instead.

Harry and Scorpius split up, each walking down an opposite aisle in an awkward silence for a few minutes.

"So did you graduate from Hogwarts? I assume if you're from London..." Harry finally yelled over the shelves, breaking the silence.

"I did," Scorpius said, trying to think fast in case Harry had more questions. He didn't want to stretch too many stories and create too many things for him to have to remember. He figured being vague but truthful was best.

"I don't remember you...assuming you're a bit older?" Harry prodded.

Scorpius thought, realizing technically, in this world that was true. Harry was only in his mid-twenties at best, and Scorpius was turning 30 shortly. He could tell the truth here easily. "Yes, I'll be 30 soon."

"Which house?" Harry asked.

"Ravenclaw," Scorpius said truthfully. It had killed his father but he indeed had been the first Malfoy to be in another house besides Slytherin.

"Oh..." Harry sounded surprised.

"Were you thinking I'd have a different answer?" Scorpius asked assuming Harry was trying to figure out if he was related to his father. He knew he bore a striking resemblance to Draco except he had gotten his mothers slightly olive skin, allowing him to always look far healthier than his father and his blonde hair was just ever so slightly darker than Draco's.

"I...I found one," Harry said.

"What?" Scorpius asked, coming around the shelf to find Harry staring at a red orb. He swallowed hard, wondering if it was the one for Rose.

"Say last name of Harvey," Harry read the inscription under it. "We should make a note for Kingsley."

Scorpius nodded as he let out the breath he had not realized he had been holding. This was not the prophecy about Rose or Mrs. Weasley. Scorpius realized, looking around the room, that this task he and Harry had been given was huge, and would take far more time than he thought.

Hermione took a deep breath as the healer led her down a long, dark hallway at St. Mungo. Given her well-known Wizarding status after the war, Hermione had to be discreet in situations like this and had opted to come in a secret way to St. Mungo from the Ministry, but that meant she would be kept in another part of the hospital that was rarely used and one Hermione did not thoroughly know the layout of. The walk made her feel a little uneasy, and she thought about taking her wand out, though she knew that was silly. Ever since the war, she didn't like to be alone with a stranger in a place she didn't know well, which is exactly what she was doing right now.

"Right in here, Mrs. Weasley," said the young healer with long black hair and surpassingly kind eyes, motioning to a room on the right.

Hermione gave a tight smile to her and sneaked into the room past the Healer. The second she was in the room, she felt a little more relaxed as she was greeted by a beautiful white room with brand new equipment and the Healer she always saw, Verna Hans, smiling at her from her seat in the room.

"Hermione! I was so surprised to hear you booking an appointment and especially asking to be brought down to this wing of the hospital," Verna said.

"Well, I wanted to be discreet." Hermione said, giving a small side eye to the other healer.

Verna seemed to understand what Hermione was indicating and waved the younger healer off without so much as a single word. Once Hermione was alone with Verna, she relaxed a little. She had been seeing Verna ever since the war and had grown quite fond of the older Healer.

"Now, what brings you in today, Hermione?" Verna asked, though Hermione felt like she already knew. It was the way Verna couldn't keep a smile off her face.

"Well, I think...I think I'm pregnant," Hermione managed to get out after a long moment. She had not realized how nervous she was until the words finally left her lips. It was the first time she had said pregnant out loud since she took the Muggle test.

"I had a feeling," Verna smiled wider and motioned for Hermione to get up on the small table in front of her.

"Really? How?" Hermione asked through her own smile as she followed Verna's instructions and sat down.

"Hermione, you're young, newly wed, and married a Weasley. I know how easily that family can reproduce," Verna said.

Hermione laughed a little. That much was true. Verna had also helped Ginny through her pregnancy with James.

"Anyway, how about we confirm your suspicions?" Verna asked.

Hermione nodded. "I did take a Muggle pregnancy test. It came back positive."

"Those things are surprisingly accurate," Verna said as she moved toward Hermione with a small vial.

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Oh yes. Pregnancy and childbirth are two things I would say the Muggles may even be ahead of us on. Now, if you wouldn't mind rolling up your sleeve, I need a small blood sample," Verna instructed.

Hermione complied, though she was hesitant at first. She slowly rolled up her sleeve to reveal the Mudblood scar etched into her arm from Bellatrix. She flinched as her hand grazed the scar, as if it was still fresh and painful. She hated that scar.

Verna gently touched Hermione's hand. "Be proud of that one, Hermione. It shows just how strong you really are."

Hermione smiled kindly at Verna because her words really did mean something to her. Hermione rarely let anyone see her scar, not because she was necessary ashamed of it, more because it reminded her of that night at Malfoy Manor, and that night still haunted both her and Ron's dreams.

Verna drew some of Hermione's blood and then walked the vial over to a small table behind them, placing the vial in a special holder and then doing a few spells over it.

Hermione sat patiently for what felt like years but really was only a minute or two before Verna turned back around, her smile never fading.

"I'd say congratulations are in order, Hermione, you're pregnant," Verna said.

Instantly, Hermione's hand shot to her mouth, and she stifled a gasp of joy as she felt her eyes swell with happy tears. "Really?"

"Yes, about six weeks along," Verna said.

"Thank you," Hermione found herself saying, though she wasn't even sure what for. She was in such shock, happy shock, she realized. She was pregnant. She and Ron were going to be parents. She hadn't realized she had wanted to be a mother so badly until that moment. She hardly heard anything else Verna said, other than that she had to come back in a few weeks for another check-up, and that they would use the same discretion they had for today's appointment until Hermione was ready for the world to know she was pregnant.

Lex felt like she was dreaming as she followed the younger version of her father into Diagon Alley. It was taking everything in her not to just reach out and hug him. She had always been incredibly close with her father, partially because she was the baby of the family and partially because he has always seemed to "get her" and what she sometimes felt like living in Rose's shadow, like he had told her he had felt living in his brother's shadow. Lex had loved her older sister unconditionally but she had always been constantly compared to Rose by everyone around her and it had been a failing battle. Rose was incredibly smart, beautiful, and well liked while Lex had never achieved the same academic success as her sister, the same success anyone expected out of Hermione Granger Weasley's daughter. The only thing Lex had ever been better then Rose at was Quidditch and that was another thing she and Ron had bonded over as she grew up.

"I'd like to check on my brother if that's okay," Ron said, snapping Lex out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, sure," Lex said, realizing they were standing in front of her Uncle George's joke shop. She has not been there in ages, as her Uncle had retired and sold the shop a few years after her father had been killed so it was strange to be standing there, seeing the shop in its former glory.

Lex followed Ron inside and instantly recognized her Uncle George. He weirdly looked the same to her. She watched as her father went and spoke with him and deciding to give them a moment while she browsed the shop. A few minutes later Ron returned to her side.

"He's going to keep an eye out to see if he sees anything strange. Said nothing out of the ordinary for him right now, but I doubt he's really been paying attention to much," Ron told her.

"Shouldn't someone be watching him? I mean, he helped you all out during the war," Lex said.

"He'll be alright," Ron said confidently.

Lex followed Ron around as he did more of the same, checking in on folks who had fought alongside him, Harry, and Hermione in the war. Lex recognized many of them as her friends from Hogwarts' parents. It was strange seeing them all in their younger form.

"And that's the last one around here," Ron said with a sigh of relief as he walked out of the small bookstore Katie Bell had been working at. Now, everyone they were concerned about had been warned to keep an eye out for unusual activity.

"Alright, so where to next?" Lex asked. She had spent the last few hours with her father and yet they had hardly spoken outside of what Ron felt he needed to explain to her about each person they visited. It made her feel strange, if not a little empty.

"To get a drink," Ron gave a small smile.

"A drink?" Lex liked the sound of that.

"Feel like we earned it a bit, don't you? Exhausting talking to people you would rather see twice a year at most," Ron sounded like he was only half joking.

Lex furrowed her brow in confusion. Her father had hardly looked at her, now he wanted to grab a drink. Still she nodded and followed him into the leaky cauldron where they took a seat at a back table and order a round of firewhiskey.

"I'm sorry if I've been a bit rude. It's just...all the people we have had to talk to today, they are important to me. Most of them had some role in keeping me, Harry, and Hermione alive during the war," Ron surprised Lex by explaining his behavior as their drinks arrived.

"No, I understand that," Lex said.

"Were you around for the war? You don't look familiar, but you said you're from London..." Ron said slowly, clearly trying to get an understanding of Lex.

Lex thought quickly, knowing she couldn't tell her father the truth. "My family and I left for Australia when things started to get bad. I had mostly private tutors growing up so it wasn't a big deal," Lex said.

Ron nodded slowly. "I've been to Australia once...didn't love it."

Lex tried to hide her smile. She knew what trip Ron was talking about because he and Hermione had told their children multiple times about the time Hermione and Ron had gone to Australia to return her parents' memories, and Ron had spent most of the trip being petrified of the size of the spiders in Australia.

"Why did you become an Aurora?" Ron asked, changing the subject.

Lex shrugged. In truth, she had done it to follow in her father's footsteps originally, but the job had become so much more than that to her now. "Just felt like something I'd be good at."

"And are you?" Ron asked.

"I think. I've...handled nearly seventy death eaters," Lex said.

"Seventy?" Ron seemed surprised. "You keep count?"

Lex thought back to her magical tattoo on the inside of her arm that kept a tally for her. "Sort of."

"You're young, that's a lot. How come I've never heard of you? Not like there are tons of Aurors out there." Ron said.

"Do you talk to the American office much?" Lex asked.

"No, guess not," Ron said, and then took a swig of his drink. "I should be glad Kingsley put you with me then."

Lex just shrugged again, taking a sip of her own drink.

"Have you worked with Kingsley before?" Ron asked.

"Few times," Lex said.

"Well...whatever is coming must not be good. Kingsley looked like he aged fifteen years since I saw him last. Makes me think he isn't telling us everything he knows about whatever is coming," Ron said.

Lex bit the inside of her lip as she let Ron's words sink in. She had no idea how they would be able to hide everything from him. They had hardly been there for 6 hours and he already was catching onto things.

And as Lex let her own thoughts consume her, she didn't notice Ron studying her. It was bizarre to him, but the girl sitting across from him shared so many of Hermione's expressions. He had noticed it when they first arrived at Diagon Alley, but now he saw it again. She bit her lip in the same manner as Hermione. It was his favorite expression of Hermione's, but it felt so wrong to see it on someone else's face. It gave him a small chill down his back, and yet it made him feel oddly comfortable at the same time. His new partner seemed like a strange mystery to him.

Hermione was nervous, puttering around her kitchen and trying to put a special meal together for Ron. She wanted to have everything perfect when she told him her news. She was excited and yet anxious to see Ron's reaction to being told he was going to be a father.

The more the news that her pregnancy was real sank in, the more excited Hermione became. She has always known eventually she wanted to be a mother, but it had felt like a dream so far in the distance until now. Now that it was real, she realized she had been wanting this longer than she had anticipated.

She hoped Ron felt the same way when she told him. They had always discussed children and he had always said he couldn't wait, so even though they hadn't been married very long, she was hopeful he would be just as excited once the shock wore off.

Hermione took a deep breath, pulling the small roast she had made out of the oven and glancing up at the clock. Ron was running late by at least half an hour. She sighed, she had tried to time dinner perfectly but there was nothing she could do about it. She would have to reheat everything when he got home.

As soon as Hermione put the roasting pan on the stove, she heard the front door open and gave a sigh of nervous relief. Ron was home.

"Ron?" Hermione was shocked how shaky her voice had come out. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her as she practiced in her head once more how she planned on telling Ron about the baby. No

"Sorry I'm late. Mad day," Ron said, tossing his bag down on the floor as he entered the kitchen and quickly giving Hermione a small kiss.

Hermione frowned when their lips connected and she could taste the firewhiskey on his breath. "You've been drinking."

Ron looked surprised at Hermione. Normally she never cared if he grabbed a drink after work. "Uh, yeah...just a few."

"And you didn't think to call to tell me you would be late?" Hermione asked, a little annoyed.

Ron shook his head in confusion. He could hear the annoyance dripping from Hermione's words in a way he hadn't really heard since he was dating Lavender in 6th year. "Sorry...I didn't think it was a big deal."

Hermione just folded her arms across her body. "I suppose it isn't."

"Clearly it is," Ron said. Now he was a little annoyed with her attitude.

Hermione took a deep breath, realizing she was letting things get far out of hand. She had to remind herself that Ron had no idea why she would be upset. He had no idea she was pregnant.

"No," Hermione sighed, relaxing a bit and unfolding her arms. "It isn't really. I shouldn't have gotten upset."

"I really am sorry," Ron said, noticing the meal Hermione had cooked for the first time and quickly trying to rack his brain if tonight was an important night he was forgetting but nothing came to mind.

"It's fine," Hermione motioned to the food as if it was nothing, deciding this was not how she wanted to tell Ron about her pregnancy. She would have to find another time. "I just wanted to cook a nice dinner."

"Well, it looks brilliant. Had I known, I would have left my new partner at the pub." Ron said.

"New partner? But what about Harry?" Hermione asked quickly. She didn't like the thought of Ron and Harry being separated at work. She knew they always had each other's back and she felt like Ron was significantly safer doing his job with Harry by his side.

"We had two Aurors come over from America. Kingsley split Harry and me up with each...something's coming, Hermione. There's a prophecy of some sort...death eater activity is up...I mean I just spent the bloody day walking around Diagonal Alley warning anyone who could be a target of death eaters to take extra precautions." Ron sighed, leaning against the wall of their kitchen.

"But we are targets," Hermione said softly, the concern dripping from her voice.

Ron nodded. "I know. We have the protection enchantments up, though, and once we have a better understanding of what's happening, we can plan accordingly."

"What has Kingsley said?" Hermione asked.

"Not much, but there is a reason these new Aurors are here. I mean, they are good...at least my new partner is...supposedly killed 70 something death eaters," Ron said.

"Seventy?" Hermione was in shock. Maybe she had been naive, but she did not think that many even existed anymore. If that was true, maybe Ron was very safe with this new partner.

Ron nodded with a yawn. He suddenly felt exhausted. "Lex is good."

"He certainly sounds it," Hermione said.

Ron nodded again, missing the part where Hermione referred to Lex as a he. "I am really sorry, Hermione, but do you mind if I go take a shower? I'm exhausted."

"No, no go shower. It sounds like it's been a long day," Hermione said, now understanding why Ron stopped off for a drink. Her mind was racing with the new information Ron had given her and suddenly telling him she was pregnant felt like it could wait another day or two. She didn't want to distract him from his work until they knew more about whatever was happening.

Lex climbed the steps to the flat she was sharing with Scorpius, exhausted from the day and the drinks with her father. She had probably overindulged after he had left her at the bar but she couldn't help it. Her head had been spinning all day. To be that close to her father after years of being apart, years of thinking she would logically never see him again. It had been overwhelming.

Lex opened the door to the flat and immediately let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding.

"Lex?" Scorpius emerged from the room he was using shirtless and toweling off his hair. Clearly he had just showered.

Lex was startled by him, nearly forgetting he was there. The second she saw him, however, the emotions she had been holding in all day rushed out of her, and without a word, she leapt into his arms, clinging to him tightly and letting the tears flow from her eyes. She had no idea she would be this overwhelmed by the feelings she had been bottling up.

"Woah, are you okay?" Scorpius gently patted her back.

After a moment, she let go, wiping her eyes and clearing her throat, turning her back to him. "Sorry, it's just...been a day."

"Didn't expect to feel all this seeing your dad, did you?" Scorpius asked, reading Lex like a book. The closer they had grown over the years the more he knew she could be an emotional timebomb. She would bottle things up, good and bad, until they exploded.

"I don't know what I thought, honestly. Just the thought of finally getting justice, of saving them all...but seeing him and bowing he doesn't have a clue who I am...it was a lot." Lex explained as she pushed her brown locks away from her face.

Scorpius nodded. "Well, I imagine it's just going to take some time getting used to it all. Feels like we have a long road ahead of us."

Lex nodded, regaining her composure. "What did you find out today? Anything useful in regards to the prophecy?"

"Only that it will take us weeks to go through all of them... and even if we find it, none of us can pull it from the shelf." Scorpius said.

"Yeah...I felt useless today. Feels like I'm sitting here just waiting for an attack that I know is coming but I can't exactly stop." Lex sighed.

"Well, you sort of are. Speaking of that attack, have you seen your mother yet?" Scorpius asked.

Lex shook her head, the thought of seeing Hermione almost overwhelming her more than seeing Ron. Seeing her mother sane again, after all these years of chaos, Lex couldn't even imagine it, and yet she knew it would be something that would happen sooner rather than later.