The Answer to Our Life by Katz Potter

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 20/01/2003
Last Updated: 20/01/2003
Status: Paused

After her fiance's death, Hermione leaves the wizarding world. After four years, she
recieves a letter from Harry Potter, her 'thought to be dead' fiance. Will he succeed in
persuading her to come back to the wizarding world? Includes a new and insane character named Tonya
Harrison. PG-13 for later cursing and thrown ladles.




1. From the Bottom of My Broken Heart
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**Chapter 1: From the Bottom of My Broken Heart**
*****
*Never look back,*
*They say*
*How was I to know?*
*I’d miss you so?*
Britney Spears ‘From The Bottom of My Broken Heart’
***
~~~~~

Hermione woke that morning to the buzzing of her alarm clock with a splitting headache. She
sighed and glared at the picture of her and the smiling young man.

She jumped out of bed, which only made her head throb more and yelled at the picture, "Why
must you torment me? It isn’t as if I’ve had enough tragedies in my life, and then you go running
off and get yourself killed!*”*

The only response was the continuous smiling of the picture. That smiling annoyed her.

“Stop smiling at me! Look at what you’ve done to me! After you died, I snapped my wand, quit my
job, and became a Muggle!” She was now screaming. “And I DO care! I’m a bloody secretary! Do you
honestly think that’s what I dreamt of? What I *really* dreamt of was getting married to you.
Which I was, and it was the best time of my life! I dreamt of having five children, living a
healthy and prosperous life, and dying peacefully in my sleep! And look at me! I’m single, almost
twenty six, and I’ve become even more of a neat freak, mainly because I haven’t got anyone to coax
me out of cleaning this whole bloody house with antiseptic!"

At this, Hermione broke down and began to sob. All the while the voice in the back of her head
jostled with her. *If you’d only get out more, you wouldn’t be such a neat freak*, it said.
*It isn’t his fault. It’s yours. And now, look where your hatred for that poor boy has gotten
you. If it weren’t for Tonya, Aaron, Michelle, Natalie, and Shannon, you’d have a pretty downcast
life. If you really want to reconcile your feelings for him, then you should better get rid of your
wizarding stuff up in the attic.*

Hermione sighed and slowly tried to calm herself down. Once that was at least somewhat achieved,
she went over to her closet, where she picked a light gray suit and a white blouse for work. She
quickly showered, dressed, and made herself breakfast.

Some five minutes later, while Hermione was eating her solitary breakfast, the doorbell rang.
She reluctantly got up to go answer it. After looking through the peephole to make sure it was the
really postman and no mystery demon, she slowly opened the door.

"May I help you?" She asked the man curtly.

"Yes. I’ve got a strictly confidential letter and package here for a Miss Hermione A.
Granger," the postman replied.

"This is her."

"I’ll need some ID." At this, Hermione retrieved and held out her driver’s
license.

"All right, If you’ll sign here, ma‘am." He held out a clipboard and a pen. She
swiftly signed it and accepted the package and letter.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome." And with a flourish, the postman seemed to disappear.

She slowly shut the door, and put the other mail on the table. With hands shaking, and a heart
full of dread she opened the letter. She read it aloud in a whisper.

"*Dear Miss Granger:*

*It is to my knowledge that you believe that your fiancé, Harry J. Potter, is dead. That is
very much untrue. He is alive and well, and will be coming to your house on the afternoon of
Saturday, September 12. He will arrive at about three o’ clock. Please have a room ready for him.
He has sent this package and a note, which is enclosed.*

*Yours truly,*

*Percy Weasley*

*Minister of Magic*."

She stared at the letter.

"No," she whispered. "He’s dead.” *And if he isn’t, isn’t he a little behind
schedule?* she thought. *It’s been four years*. “I won’t believe that he’s alive. I
won’t," she added aloud. Hermione then reached for the package, which was rather small, and
opened it. She pulled out the piece of parchment and sat down with the package next to her.

*Dearest Hermione,*

*I know you believe me to be dead, and I know that you’re now living as a Muggle. You snapped
your wand, and, if I am correct, disposed of any magical objects within your possession.*

"Ha!" She couldn’t believe what a load of crap this was. It was most definitely a
cruel joke. But she read on anyhow.

*Hermione, you can pretend to be a Muggle, and hide from the wizarding world, but you can’t
hide from me. Why? Because. I LOVE YOU. I’m sorry that I allowed you to think I was dead, but
Voldemort was after me, and I didn’t want you harmed.*
*Hermione, I sent you this package as a token of my love. Do you remember the
watch you gave me, on Christmas in our seventh year? The one that had, inscribed on the
back:*
*‘Harry- My love to you forever and always.*
*Love, Hermione’?*

*Well, I’m giving it back to you.*

*My love to you forever and always,*

*Harry James Potter*

Unbelieving, Hermione bit her lip to hold back the usual flow of tears that came whenever she
thought of Harry. Then she went into the kitchen to call work.

"Hello, Granger Dentistry," pleasant female voice answered. Hermione smiled through
the tears that were flowing down her face. The speaker was Tonya, her best friend. She had a little
brother and a younger sister living with her in a three-bedroom apartment.

"Hey, Tonya? It’s me, Hermione. Look, I can’t come in to work today." she said in a
shaky voice.

"Oh, hi! Why can’t you come in? Family prob-oh,"-she had just realized the reason of
her shaky voice-"Harry, right?"

"Yes." Hermione replied, voice thick with tears.

"Oh. Okay. Listen, can I come over later to console you over the loss of your dear husband
to be four years ago?" Hermione gritted her teeth. Tonya always loved to joke around, and she
was pleasant all the time. Sometimes it was just conveniently very annoying.

"Yes, of course. Go ahead. Don’t forget to tell Mum and Dad I won’t be there. Just say it’s
love problems. If they ask what kind, just say it’s my business. They know that I like to have my
privacy."

"Okay. Bye. I’ll be over at about five. Aaron and Michelle will have to fend for
themselves. See you later."
*Click.*

Hermione hung up the phone and went back into the living room to look at Harry’s package. She
pulled out a red velvet box, opened it, and gasped at what she saw.

A glittering gold watch, which looked like it was just made. Hermione carefully took it out of
the box and turned it over. Yes, there was the inscription.

“*My love to you forever and always*," she whispered. "Bah. I give the most
famous guy in the wizarding world my love, and look where it’s gotten me." She put the watch
back, then went into her study to check her e-mail.

"Let’s see…. Tonya—a card saying get well soon and a load of spam. Humph!" She quickly
got off the Internet and decided to put on some work clothes and clean the attic. As she walked up
the stairs, she thought of Harry.

‘*I really can’t believe Percy would do that. Honestly! Harry’s dead, not alive*!’ She
sighed as she opened the door. Stepping into the attic, she looked around. A trunk sat in the
corner, covered with a thick layer of dust. Hermione walked over to it slowly and lifted the lid.
She carefully lifted out a picture that lay on top. It was a picture of her, Harry, Ron, and
Ginny.

"God, I miss you guys so much," she whispered, holding the picture to her chest. How
could she have ever left them? How could she have deserted her friends? How? The more she thought
about them, the more she wanted to go back. Back to the wizarding world.

Hermione mentally shook herself. "I'm not going back," she decided aloud. "I
swear it upon this trunk." She knew she ought to get rid of the trunk, but.... it had too many
good memories.

"Oh, Her-my-oh-nee!" A voice yelled from the bottom of the stairs, stressing every
syllable of her name. Hermione quickly replaced the picture and locked the trunk, pretending to be
dusting. There were loud footsteps.

"Geeze Louise, it's dusty up here," Tonya said as her head appeared. "No
wonder you keep the door to the attic-Hey, what's that?" She had just spotted the
trunk.

"Just something my mum gave to me a while back," Hermione replied casually, dusting
off the window.

"It looks really old. Is it antique?"

"No."

"What's inside?"

"Nothing special. End of discussion about trunk." There was a tone of finality in her
voice that made Tonya shut up.

"Go get the broom," Hermione ordered. Tonya went and got it. "Now, sweep the
floor." Tonya swept.

They cleaned the house for the rest of the day.

***

A week later, the house was sparkling. Literally. Tonya, in preparation of the wonderful return
of Hermione's once thought to be dead fiancé had put up tinsel.
*Tinsel.*

Hermione had always thought her friend was a bit messed up. Now she was sure of it.

"Tonya, what is it with you and tinsel?" she asked from the kitchen, where she was
making them a late lunch.

"I dunno, I just like it," Tonya replied. The doorbell rang.

"Can you get that? I'm a little busy."

"Yeah, sure." Tonya went to the door and opened it. Then she could be heard saying,
"Sweet Mary, mother of God."

"Who is it?" Hermione asked.

"It's...." Tonya gulped. "I think it's him."

"Well, show him in; have him sit down," Hermione replied.

She heard Tonya bring him in and say, "You sit there, and I’ll go get her."

Tonya appeared in the kitchen doorway. "He's here. I think."

"Watch lunch for me, will you?"

"Sure."

Hermione walked into the living room. He was standing, looking at the doll on the mantel, which
was dressed in a flowery sundress, white sandals, and sunglasses. The doll's hair was loose and
flowing around its shoulders. He turned upon hearing her approach.

Her throat tightened. It was him. But that nasty little voice in her mind wouldn't let her
accept that everything was okay now that he was here. *It might be a trick,* it said nastily.
*This might be someone trying to kill you or rape you, or do who knows what other terrible thing.
You'll want to find out if it really is him before you run and kiss him.*

Oddly enough, Hermione agreed with the voice for once.

"You're going to have to prove to me that you really are Harry," she said, her
voice hard. Harry pulled back his bangs, so that she could see his scar. She laughed. "Anyone
can do that."

Harry walked forward. "Hermione, do you really need proof to know that it's me?
Don't you know it in your heart?"

She held up a hand. "Don't come any closer."

He stopped. "Hermione... please. Listen; it's me. I'm not dead, I'm here. For
you, only you. I love you. You do know that, right?”

Hermione blinked rapidly. She hated to do this to him, but she had to know. "I'll need
more proof than that."

Harry was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Could I see your right hand?" She held
it out to him, and he gently traced over the scar across her palm. "Remember the night when I
asked you to marry me and we--we declared our undying love for each other over blood? We both slit
our palms, and put them together. My blood, your blood, remember?"

She nodded, holding back tears. He held out his right hand, palm up, for her to see. There was
the scar. "You and I both know that no one else knows about these scars. Is this proof enough
for you?"

She stared at him in shock. And then promptly fainted into his arms.



2. I Promise You
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**Chapter 2: I Promise You**
***
*I promise you*
*From the bottom of my heart*
*I will love you*
*Till death do us part*
Backstreet Boys 'I Promise You'
***
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*"Could I see your right hand?" She held it out to him, and he gently traced over
the scar across her palm. "Remember the night when I asked you to marry me and we--we declared
our undying love for each other over blood? We both slit our palms, and put them together. My
blood, your blood, remember?"*

*She nodded, holding back tears. He held out his right hand, palm up, for her to see.*

*There was the scar. "You and I both know that no one else knows about these scars. Is
this proof enough for you?"*

*She stared at him in shock. And then promptly fainted into his arms.*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harry deftly caught her. Tonya came running out of the kitchen, ladle in hand.

"What'd you do to her?" she demanded. "If you hurt her, I swear I'll....”
She trailed off, waving the ladle threateningly.

Harry gently laid Hermione down on the couch, before turning to Tonya. "I didn't hurt
her, I merely shocked her."

"Well, that's just as bad as hurting her! You made her faint!" Tonya screeched,
waving the ladle some more.

"Well, wouldn't *you* faint if your thought to be dead fiancé suddenly appeared in
your living room?" Harry returned.

"Well, yes, but that's not the point."

"Then what is the point?"

"Oh, forget it," Tonya muttered, going back into the kitchen.

Harry sat down on the floor next to couch, looking at Hermione all the while. "Oh,
darling," he murmured, "how could I have ever left you?"

"You know, that's a good question," said Tonya, who had come back into the living
room.

Harry stood up. "And why, pray tell, must you listen to my conversations?" he snapped.
This caused Tonya to throw her ladle at him. It hit him in the chest. "OW!"

"Well, you deserved it. One, for leaving your wife-to-be, two, for pretending you were
dead, three, for making the poor dear faint, and four, snapping at me."

Hermione stirred. Harry and Tonya were quiet. They looked at her. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Harry?" she asked softly. Harry rushed to her side and knelt, so that he was face to
face with her. "Hi."

"Hello, love."

"Why'd you leave me?"

"Voldemort was getting closer. I didn't want him to hurt you." Harry kissed her
cheek. "My boss.... Well, she thought that it would be better for you if I were dead. She
planned it all out. I wanted to tell you so much that it was hard to keep it a secret."

"Oh, Harry.... Where'd you go?"

"I had to leave in the dead of night. A fake me battled Lucius Malfoy and died. When I
left, I went to the last place anyone would look."

"Where?"

"Godric's Hollow."

"But.... Harry, that's where your parents died!"

"Exactly. No one would look there because that's the last place they'd think I
would go to. I changed my name and my appearance, and I kept close surveillance on you. I also
corresponded with my boss, asking her every letter if I could come back to you. God, Hermi,"
he whispered, using his nickname for her, "I missed you so much, it was sometimes too hard for
me to keep on living without you by my side."

There was a large sniffle behind them. Harry and Hermione looked up. Tonya stood there, her eyes
shining.

"I'm sorry," muttered Tonya, wiping her eyes. "That was just the sweetest
thing I've ever heard. Excuse me." She rushed off into the kitchen, where she could be
heard blowing her nose. Harry grinned and continued. However, tears had sprung into Hermione's
eyes, too.

"Oh, Harry!" she cried, and hugged him tightly, letting the tears flow free. He hugged
her back.

"Shh, it's all right," he whispered. She nodded against his chest and pulled
away.

"She finally allowed me to come back to you. She notified Percy to notify you, and I sent
him my watch and my note to prove to you that it was really me. Apparently, the watch did not
work."

Hermione smiled ruefully. "Nope, it didn't."

Harry smiled back and took her left hand in his. Gingerly, he looked at it. "You're not
wearing it," he murmured.

"I wore it for about a year before I took it off, because I figured you were never coming
back to me," she replied softly.

"Do you still have it?" She nodded and rose.

"Follow me."

He followed her into her bedroom, where she went to one of the cedar dressers and rummaged
through the top drawer. She pulled out a small, navy blue box. "Here it is." He took it
and opened it. There the ring lay, with a diamond in the center, and two sapphires on each
side.

"Oh, wow," Hermione breathed. "I'd forgotten how beautiful it was."

"It looked even more beautiful on your finger," replied Harry quietly.

Hermione sighed. "I know."

"Hermione, I want to make this work, you and me. But I don't know if you're up to
it. It might take a lot of work." His eyes searched hers intently.

"If it means being together again, then I'm ready to take up the challenge," she
said quietly, smiling.

"I love you," whispered Harry, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"I love you, too," Hermione replied against his chest.

He pulled away, gently lifting her chin. Cinnamon eyes met emerald, and then closed as the two
young people shared their first kiss in four years.

"Ahem." Harry and Hermione broke apart, somewhat startled. Tonya stood in the doorway,
looking down at the floor. "Have you stopped?" she asked, not looking up.

"Yes," replied Hermione with a grin.

"Okay," replied Tonya, looking up at last. "I—well, you know... didn't want
to intrude, but dinner's ready."

"All right," said Hermione.

"So, did y'all have a nice snog?" Tonya added, very cheerfully.

"That, *mon amie*, is not of your business," replied Hermione, walking out of the
room.

As they walked into the kitchen, Harry glanced around. "Hermi, what's with all this
tinsel?"

"Ask Tonya. It was *her* idea."

"I like tinsel," Tonya said, serving him.

"Uhh... right."

"Welcome to the insanity of Hermione's friend," she added.

Harry chuckled and took a bite, before immediately spitting it back out.

"What in the world is this?"

"It was supposed to be beef stew, but I think Tonya botched it up."

"Hey!"

Harry and Hermione laughed.

"I'm sorry Tonya, but you know it's true," replied Hermione with a grin.

"Oh, fine. I suck at cooking, all right?"

"Say, why don't we go out somewhere, my treat?" asked Harry.

"No, no, I'll just whip up a batch of spaghetti," said Hermione, getting up.

"No, we're going out. I don't want to make you work any more than you have."
Harry stood up, too.

"It's *fine*, Harry! Spaghetti is easy to make, and it won't take more than
fifteen minutes." Hermione was reaching into the cupboard. Harry caught her hand. She looked
at him.

"We're going out to eat, and I'm paying," he said quietly, his face
serious.

She sighed. "All right. But where can we go?"

"How about that little place that we used to go to all the time?"

"Harry, Tonya's a Muggle," Hermione whispered.

Tonya had no idea what Hermione had just said about her, but she sure wasn't going to let it
slip.

"What did you call me?" she asked, her hands on her hips.

"I said you're trouble... it's a seafood place; you don't like seafood,"
Hermione replied hastily.

"Oh. Okay."

“McDonalds?”

“No, Harry! That’s so….”

“Cheap? Junky? Utterly disgusting?” Harry was grinning.

Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek. “All three. Let’s go to… Greenleaf Palace!”

Harry looked at her, his smile lighting up his face. “An absolutely splendid idea! Come, my
darling, and don your finest apparel. I shall don mine, and we will send your lovely Tonya to
acquire hers!”

“Meet us here at six, all right?” Hermione asked her friend.

“Of course, and I shall have decked the halls, ye bonny lass!” With that cheerful statement that
made absolutely no sense at all, she left.

Hermione smiled up at her long lost lover. “That made absolutely no sense.”

He grinned. “I know.”

“And why did you get that pompous air on?”

He shrugged. “’Cause I felt like it, I guess.”

“I love you.” They kissed again.

“Perhaps we can make this work,” he murmured when they had finished.

“Yes, perhaps we can,” she replied softly, looking lovingly into his eyes.



