“Expelliarmus!” One Death Eater’s wand shot from his hand, disrupting his spell. Hermione managed to duck the red beam of the other’s attack. As she cast her next spell toward the remaining Death Eater, a strange globe of light absorbed the spell. He then Stunned Hermione as his companion retrieved his wand. Both turned back to the Muggle couple that Harry now recognized as Hermione’s parents and raised their wands. Hermione struggled to her feet, screaming in denial as the attackers began to mutter an incantation Harry couldn’t quite place.
AU: Lord Voldemort was how I chose to call it. Maybe just to make it more real to me, to make me more hopeful that one day you will defeat it, and I’ll be waiting, I’ll be there no matter what.
After Hogwarts, after Voldemort they thought life might become easy but life never becomes easy. Being Parent himself Harry must learn to understand his pregnant wife and his daughter in the middle of teenager time. Having two girls can make life so much more difficult but to his luck he got his best friend Ron...
Hermione Jane Granger managed to success in her life after Hogwarts but nothing what she earned is like her real heaven. Everything appears meaningless if something is missing in your life.
Twilight was being overtaken by the advancing darkness. The already deep purple of the sky slowly deepened to black. On the horizon, the first tiny stars could be seen as a light breeze announced the coming night. Night brought its own kind of silence as all voices issuing from the illuminated windows back in the Burrow died out one after another.
Very slowly, she tried to open her eyes. More and more light of the new day filtered through her eyelids. She wasn't dead, and she wasn't in heaven. A shy smile, perhaps the first smile for weeks, crossed her lips. Sometimes she couldn't understand why life had to be so cruel because it could become so kind. Her heart, her very soul, had been lost but now she had both back. At what price did this come, this new feeling of completion? Again, she noticed what a wreck she had been. (My first smut ever and my first in english. So give me a chance. R/R I need your comment)
The ground was muddy and soaked by the heavy rain. Thick raindrops hit her face, wetting her clothes, but she didn’t feel it. Numbness was all she felt. She saw it happening, disbelieving. She saw how the light emerged from the tip of her wand and formed a mist around the sixteen year-old boy who stood a few steps from her. The dark trees around them made this night even darker than it already was.
“How are you getting on?” Harry was surprised by this question. He gaped for a moment, surprised by her query. “What?” Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head ruefully before she replied, “You heard me. I want to know how you’re doing? I mean, with Voldemort and Dumbledore gone, it has to be difficult for you. You kept saying you … you might not survive Hogwarts, but now…” Hermione trailed off. Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears. He suspected she was worried for him. He couldn’t answer, his throat closed with emotion, but he could look at her. Suddenly, she smiled again and reached for his hand. “But you’re here and alive, so tell me, how are you?” she asked once more as she held his hand. Her grip was not very strong, more just draped over his hand. She didn’t squeeze his hand like she had done in the past.
Harry wasn’t, anymore, this boy with this damned scar. He was no longer the one who had lost so much. He was no more the Boy Who Lived. He was only a simple sixteen-year-old boy who felt as if he were home, as if he were saved. Who could stare at a girl and fall for her, ever so slowly. But he wasn’t a normal boy. That’s why he sat here and thought of how he could possibly escape from all of this. Only months before, he didn’t want to be human anymore, and now he wished he could be, just a little bit more.
Holding her cheek now with his hand he bent down and kissed her slightly on the nose. She was surprised how much tender he was in this move. “You’re the strongest soul of all and the bravest of heart!” His voice was only inches above a whisper. “Not as much as you are.” She said. By this Harry smiled because this was how she always did it. Never she could take a simple compliment as just this. That’s why he loved her even more for it. Hermione wasn’t selfish enough. (If you don't like teasing, go straight to chapter5. A really nice scene ;) )
He suspected she was worried for him. He couldn’t answer, his throat closed with emotion, but he could look at her. Suddenly, she smiled again and reached for his hand. “But you’re here and alive, so tell me, how are you?” she asked once more as she held his hand.