A/N: Non-canon. Semi OOC and semi AU. HP/HG with brief mentions of HP/HG/SS.

The crisp grey morning light streamed into the muggle RV through the open door, a map and compass with intense circles and 'x's lay on the laminate counter. Potion notes in a familiar scrawl were pinned to a corkboard in the living room and a muggle computer sat on the desk with an obnoxious screensaver blinking in the dim light. Outside Hermione sat in her lawn chair, knees tucked to her chin, with a steaming mug of coffee wrapped in her hands; a weathered copy of Hogwarts, A History lay next to the chair. A pencil was tucked behind her ear and an abandoned crossword puzzle lay on her lap.

Across the small mobile home a messy mop of black hair belonging to Harry Potter was visible amidst a sea of mussed blankets. Mr. Potter reached up and stretched, looking around for his lover in sleepy confusion. Harry's bare feet softly padded across the RV and down the steps to where Hermione was sitting in the early morning light.

"Morning darling," she murmured. Her eyes were drawn to the horizon. Harry stood up and softly tugged the ceramic cup from her hands. Hermione pulled the cardboard box of cigarettes out of her shirt pocket and lit one. An earthly smoke reminiscent of sandalwood and old books replaced the familiar scent of tobacco. She exhaled deeply and blew the smoke into the air.

"You're still the only woman who can make that seem sexy," Harry mumbled over the rim of the mug. He looked out at the world emerging before him.

"D'you want a fag?" He nodded and accepted the rolled cigarette and cheap lighter. Harry inhaled deeply. "Do you ever think we'll find him?" she questioned looking up at his emerald green eyes. The coffee mug returned to Hermione's hand and Harry flicked ash onto the ground.

"If there's one thing I've learned about Severus Snape is that when the man wants to be found he can be found and when he doesn't…well then it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack."

"I was never one for muggle colloquialisms…"

"Neither was I, love."

"D'you think he's mad at me?"

"No, accidents happen. It wasn't any of our faults and it wasn't meant to be."

Hermione took a long drag off her cigarette and flicked the butt into the air. "I suppose you're right. I wish I hadn't lost the baby…giving that man a son or daughter and then giving you a child would have been the greatest profession of my love for the both of you." Her eyes desperately sought some sort of answer in the first rays of sunlight. "He loves us regardless of what happened but I can't help but feel that somehow I broke his heart."

Harry tossed his cigarette to the wind and wrapped his arms around Hermione. "There will be other chances for starting a family and he will always love you and I." He kissed the top of her head. "He'll find his way home, Mione." A gentle wind blew past the two lovers as a new day began. "We're his family now."