This is my second time diving into the world of fanfiction and playing with the characters that JK Rowling created. Everything recognizable obviously belongs to her. This will be a handful of chapters. I currently finished chapter four and I cannot guarantee any posting frequency, but I will do my best. I only have a couple more weeks until school starts back up and I once again become engrossed in the world of Math and Statistics, so I will hopefully have it completed by that time.

Once again, thank you to my wonderful Beta stehalopolisO9!

Lost and Found

Chapter 1

She couldn't believe it. Things like this didn't happen to her. She was too smart to allow something like this to happen.

But it did happen. The glowing golden orb that rested above her abdomen was proof. Hermione Jean Granger was pregnant.

The worst part was that she would be raising this child alone. The one man who had truly loved her had been killed during the Final Battle at Hogwarts the prior month. She had found Viktor Krum at Hogwarts where the Order had been gathering before the onslaught of Death Eaters attacked the castle. She remembered how they had snuck off to an empty classroom where they had made love, their feelings for each other overwhelming them.

As the sun peeked through the classroom window, they both stirred. Hermione snuggled in closer to Viktor's chest, not wanting to admit that the day would bring the end of the war, one way or the other. Viktor held her close, kissing her neck gently.

"I luff you Mina. You are my vorld and I vill do ef-rything in my power to ensure your safety. Vhen this is all ofer, I vant to marry you. I vant to spend the rest of my life vith you. Vill you marry me?" he whispered softly in her ear, holding out a beautiful ring for her.

Hermione stared in awe at the beautiful ruby surrounded by white diamonds, on a platinum band. She turned and looked him in the eye, tears shimmering in hers. "Of course I'll marry you Viktor! You are my world and I can't imagine living without you in my life. I love you so much!" Viktor pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.

They made love one more time before dressing and returning to the Room of Requirement to prepare for the Final Battle. She watched him gather his team, preparing to take to the skies and attack the Death Eaters from above. He was the last of his team to leave the room. Just before he exited, he turned and looked to her, kissing his fingertips towards her and mouthing 'Obichem Te, my Love,' then he was gone.

Several hours later, the battle was over. Harry had defeated Voldemort and the Death Eaters had been gathered up. Hermione ran looking for Viktor. She called his name, desperate to find her fiancé.

"Mina!" She turned abruptly hoping to find the large Bulgarian she loved. Instead, she found Lev, his best friend running towards her.

"Lev! Where is he?" tears were starting to form. She knew in her gut what was coming but she didn't want to hear it. "Please Lev. Is he in the hospital wing? I have to get to him! I need to make sure he's okay. Please! I need to get to him!" Her words were coming out in a sob.

He held her tightly, letting her tears and the blood from her own wounds soak through his own shirt. "Mina, I am so sorry. I tried to save him, but ve vere attacked from behind and surrounded. He fought to protect you. Ve vere keeping them avay from you and Potter and a stray curse hit him and he fell. He did not suffer. He vas dead before he hit the ground. I am so sorry Mina. I vas too late to cast a shield. I am sorry!"

"NO! He can't be dead! He promised to marry me Lev! He can't leave me alone now! NO!" Hermione just screamed and cried.

The next month passed Hermione by in a blur. She attended funeral after funeral. Numbness overtook her. It was at Viktor's funeral in Bulgaria, where his parents offered what comfort they could to the Daughter-in-Law they would never have that she finally allowed someone to comfort her.

Mama Krum held the young girl close to her as they overlooked the river that was behind Krum Manor. "He loved you very much Mina. He had been carrying that ring with him since he left for your friend's wedding. He was going to propose to you that night, but then the attack happened and you had to leave. He kept the ring with him intending to give it to you the next time he saw you. He wanted you to know how much he loved you and wanted you in his life forever. No matter what happens, you will always be a member of this family. We love you so much."

"Thank you Mama. I don't know how I'll be able to come back here to Bulgaria. Everything here reminds me of him. It hurts so much to see it and know I'll never feel him wrap his arms around me as we stand here looking over the river. This is where he first told me he loved me. I'll never feel the wind against my face as we fly over the grounds. I would only fly with him because when he held me on his broom I knew nothing in the world could hurt me. I trusted him with every fiber of my being. He was my happiness. I'm so lost without him!" she said as tears trailed down her cheeks.

"Do what you need to do child. Just know you will always have a home here. We love you dearly." With that, Mama Krum gave her a hug and turned and walked back to the manor.

Now here she was staring at the golden orb that was proof of her love for the best Seeker in the world of Quidditch, her fiancé, Viktor Ivanov Krum. She was now almost three months pregnant with his child and she was all alone.

Harry was busy taking care of little Teddy Lupin after the deaths of his parents and grandparents. He and Ginny had gotten married quickly and formed their own little family to provide Teddy with a loving home. Ron hated her because she loved Viktor and wanted nothing to do with her. She would never understand how he figured she would want to marry him when all they ever did was argue. He was always too selfish and immature. She needed someone older and more intelligent who could understand her thirst for knowledge and respect her even if he didn't understand her. Ron never respected her and she was constantly telling him she wasn't interested in him that way.

Molly Weasley never forgave her for breaking her little boy's heart and was busy mourning the loss of Fred and Percy. Ginny was of course too busy for their friendship; she was focused on her own family now. George was but a shell of the person he once was with the death of his twin, Fred. She never really knew the two eldest Weasley boys because of the age difference, but she knew that Bill was busy with his own family, and Charlie was back in Romania with his dragons. Arthur had moved out of the Burrow, trying to deal with his own grief while helping the wizarding world move forward. Molly's incessant gripping and badmouthing of Hermione, in addition to the stress of his position helping with the rebuilding of their world, was too much for him and he left.

She took a job at the Ministry as Arthur's deputy. Together they helped the new Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, try and smooth out post-war society. Feeling abandoned, she found herself becoming friends with other lost souls from the war. Blaise Zabini and his mother had escaped from England before the war to avoid being roped into supporting the Dark Lord. They had taken with them Adrian Pucey, a close friend of the family. Adrian's father had been forced into service during the first war and not wanting his son to be a part of it, had him flee with the Zabini's.

Hermione had literally bumped into them on the streets of Muggle London, after leaving the Ministry one day.

She had been checking her purse for her house keys and ran directly into a firm wall. As she stumbled back and started to fall, she was caught by strong arms that kept her on her feet. Apologies pouring from her mouth, she looked up into the amused faces of Adrian and Blaise. Both men watched as the color drained from her face and a flash of fear was covered by determination as she began to reach for her wand.

"Easy there Granger. We come in peace," Adrian said, raising his empty hands in front of him non-threateningly.

"Are you hurt Bella? Did this big brute injure you in any way? Please accept my most sincere apologies," Blaise interjected.

Hermione just stared at the two men, unsure of how to take them and their comments.

Trying to ease her mind some more, Blaise quickly rolled up his left sleeve, showing her the bare skin beneath. Adrian quickly followed suit wanting to put the young woman at ease. "See Bella, we did not follow the ways of our housemates. We do not wish to harm you in any way."

Hermione stared at the two men for a moment, her heartbeat returning to normal. "I..I'm sorry. It's just an automatic response any time I see a Slytherin. I know it's unnecessary, but after having so many of them trying to kill me for so long, it's a Pavlovian response in me. I need to get past that since most that were actually Death Eaters are now in Azkaban or dead. May I buy you gentlemen a cup of tea or coffee to make up for my rudeness?"

Blaise and Adrian looked at each other in shock before looking back to the sad looking war heroine.

"We would love to join you for some coffee, however it will be our treat. A lady should never have to pay," said Blaise. "Come along Tesoro, we passed a quaint little café around the corner."

"A Muggle café?" clarified Hermione in shock.

"Yes," replied Adrian. "While on the continent, we grew to appreciate the ways of Muggle life. I never did understand why there was the hate for Muggles. They really are quite brilliant with some of the things they come up with. I love a nice latte. Blaise here prefers a caramel macchiato."

"I love caramel macchiatos!" said Hermione in shock, looking at the handsome dark skinned man before her.

"Lovely! Come now Tesoro, let us catch up."

While the three sat around drinking their coffees, Hermione learned that Adrian and Blaise were having a hard time finding employment because they were Slytherins and had been friends with many Death Eater kids at Hogwarts. She realized they would be perfect additions to her team and helping rebuild trust amongst all in the Wizarding world. Firstly, they had been Slytherins. Secondly, because they were both well-spoken. They also agreed with needing the changes that Hermione and Arthur were wanting to implement. They had not supported Voldemort and had an appreciation for things Muggle. She eagerly introduced them to Arthur the next afternoon after she had broached the idea to him at an early morning meeting. Arthur had welcomed Blaise and Adrian onto the taskforce eagerly, trusting Hermione's feelings as she was rarely wrong about these things.

To show their appreciation in Hermione taking a chance on them, Blaise and Adrian took her under their wings and made sure she got out and did healthy things. They would go for walks at the park, and go shopping to ensure she had a decent wardrobe. Blaise even took her for a spa day to teach her how to take care of herself, letting her know she was worth it because she still had bouts of depression from nightmares of the war and Viktor's death. He forced her to endure a facial, a massage, a mani and pedi, and a new hairstyle. Finally, her hair was tamed from its frizz and now it hung in full, gentle curls about the length of her shoulder blades. With an education in magical makeup application charm, she was a stunning vision to behold.

Everyone assumed that Hermione was in a relationship with one of the two Slytherins, but they couldn't be further from the truth. In all honesty, it was Blaise and Adrian who were in the relationship, both preferring each other's company to that of any witch other than Hermione. In addition, she wasn't looking to be in a relationship with them. She was their little sister and woe be anyone who tried to hurt her, like Ronald Weasley. Together, they watched over Hermione and made sure she didn't self-destruct in her grief over the loss of Viktor.

Hermione slowly walked out of the bathroom of her childhood home that she now shared with the two Slytherins. Her parents had died in a boating accident while living in Australia and so the house had transferred to her. They all preferred living in a Muggle neighborhood to avoid the rumors and media from living in the Magical world. She had taken over the upstairs, making her bedroom the master with its ensuite. Her old room became a library and study, while the remaining bedroom remained a guestroom. Blaise and Adrian took over the in-law suite her parents had designed when her grandmother had lived with them for a few years. Hermione did most of the cooking as both pure-blood wizards were helpless in the kitchen. Once a week they would have a movie night where the three of them would cuddle together and share popcorn.

It was a comfortable life for them. Hermione was content, even though she was still mourning. She owed the two wizards so much for being good to her. Now she was going to be throwing them for a major loop by adding a baby to the mix in about six months. She hoped and prayed they wouldn't take off because she needed their friendship now more than ever.

Walking into the sitting room, she saw the two wizards. Adrian was reading a Muggle finance magazine, while Blaise read through a Quidditch magazine. "Well hello there Bella!" exclaimed Blaise when he saw her enter the room. Upon further examination of her face, he continued, "What is wrong, Tesoro?" He set the magazine on the end table and opened his arms to her. She crawled into his lap and buried her face in his neck. Adrian, seeing this, immediately walked over to them and sat beside his lover and began rubbing the back of Hermione.

"Come now, Baby Girl," Adrian said softly, "Tell us what has caused your tears."

Hermione's words were mumbled into Blaise's neck. The handsome, dark skinned Italian chuckled and leaned back. He removed the curls from her tear stained face, "Try again, Tesoro. Take a breath and tell us what is wrong."

Eyes closed, she took a deep breath and told her two closest friends the news she was sure would send them running from her. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.

Adrian and Blaise's eyes shot to each other. "Pregnant?" Adrian mouthed to Blaise silently.

Blaise took control. "Do you know how far along you are Love?" he asked hesitantly.

"Almost three months," she murmured. "It's Viktor's baby. We spent the night before the final battle together."

"Oh Baby Girl," Adrian said wrapping his arms around the young girl. "Shh, it's okay. We're here for you. Don't worry about a thing. We'll help you out."

Blaise gently wiped the tears from her face and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. "Oh my Tesoro. Please don't tell me you had such little faith in us to think we would leave you over this. You are our friend and we would never abandon you during a time like this."

"You're not upset? I know you guys didn't sign on for a baby in the house. I would understand if you didn't want to stay. It's a lot to handle," she said, trying to allow them an out of the situation.

"We're not leaving you or this baby. We'll be here for you through it all," confirmed Blaise.

"Now, let's call St. Mungo's and get you an appointment to check on the health of this little one. My Baby Girl's having a baby!" smiled Adrian, causing Hermione to give a watery chuckle.