A/N: I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! I know it's a bit short but it is the first chapter, I promise that the next one is longer! This story is based on my former story, A Lonely Heart, but a lot of changes are being made!

Hermione lay back on the grass covered mound and closed her eyes. The sun was shining brightly so she let it attempt to warm her cold and lonely heart. Her face was placid as she thought about the events that had happened exactly a year ago, the battle in the Great Hall where so many of her friends had died and Voldemort was finally defeated.

She remembered vividly as her almost-lover intercepted a curse aimed at Ginny, saving his younger sister from death was the last act Ron Weasly ever committed. Hermione was in a fierce battle with Nott at the time so she could not rush over to say good-bye to Ron like she would have liked. When she finally defeated Nott she rushed over to Ron but by then he was already dead. Hermione continued her fighting in a haze and did not stop fighting until Harry defeated Voldemort.

Hermione rolled over onto her stomach. She hated thinking about the past, it was best left forgotten. She glared half-heartedly at the marble stone in front of her.

Ronald Weasly

Lost but not Forgotten

Underneath that is stated his birth date and death date. Hermione hated the stone. Lost? She didn't lose him, she knew exactly what happened to him and who took him away from her. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him, that bitch took him away from her and ruined Hermione's chances for a happy life.

Hermione stopped her train of thought immediately. Thinking of the past made Hermione's insides turn to ice. The second night after the battle Hermione had slit her wrists… she almost died too. If it weren't for Harry's arrival Hermione would be in her own box six feet under, right next to her beloved. After that incident Hermione tried to stay as far away emotionally as she could from those horrendous memories. This, of course, made Hermione to seem apathetic to the people around her, but, in truth, she was just trying to stay sane.

Hermione sighed and looked up at the sun. Her mother used to say that if you looked directly into the sun you would go blind. Sometimes, she wished she was blind, just so she wouldn't have to see the look on Mrs. Weasly's face every time she thought about her dead sons, so she wouldn't have to see the look of love that Harry and Ginny shared that Hermione would never get. Life after the war still sucked. Even though Voldemort was rotting six feet under and Hermione had a good and secure job at the new Ministry, life still didn't feel worth living.

Hermione reached for the basket she sat next to the tombstone and dragged it over towards herself. She pulled out the blanket she brought along and began setting out the food she had brought. She fixed herself a sandwich and made another one and set it on the blanket across from herself. Then she took out two goblets and poured pumpkin juice, Ron's favorite drink, into each. She sat down cross legged and began eating her sandwich, all the while telling Ron about her new job and about baby-sitting Harry and Ginny's new baby who they named James.

She stayed with Ron until the sun began to set; then, she packed up the basket and the book she brought along and apparated back to her apartment in London. She liked it; it was small enough to fit her, her books, and the rest of her measly items. She walked into the kitchen and fixed herself a cup of tea and sat on her sofa by the fire which she lit manually. Then she got out her favorite book , Pride and Prejudice, and read until it was a suitable time to go to sleep, which was still relatively early because she had to go back to work in the morning.

Hermione's alarm clock rang promptly at 6:30a.m. She had to be at work at 7:00a.m. She had her morning schedule worked out perfectly. She would take a ten minute shower, dry her hair, put it in a hasty ponytail and grab a pastry at the coffee shop across the street and then she would go in the alley way behind the shop and apparate to the Ministry, arriving at approximately 6:55 a.m.

Hermione works at the newly institutionalized branch of the ministry specializing in Death Eater round-up. It does not have an official title because Kingsly wants all of the Death Eaters to be captured as soon as humanly possible. Hermione offered her services to head the department and took a break from working at St. Mungo's, where she will return after the department was closed.

Hermione entered her office at exactly seven o'clock and sat down in her chair and sorted through all of the papers on her desk. They had a lead on where Rosier may be hiding. She got up and shuffled over to the map that was occupying most of the eastern wall. She put a red thumbtack in the assumed position and then white tacks where he was known to have stayed before but abandoned as soon as the Ministry discovered him. Looking at the whole thing Hermione noticed that his knew hiding spot completed some sort of odd pattern; it looked as if his hiding places made a sort of pentagram. She wondered briefly if it was a coincidence. Hermione shook her head and put her robe on. She pocketed her wand and excited the office, locking it behind her.

Hermione knew what she was doing was probably not a good idea. She knew it wasn't a good idea but she really didn't care. She thought of her destination and apparated and seconds later she appeared near the building where he was said to be hiding.

Hermione circled the building a few times and found that it appeared to be empty. Feeling bold and stupid at the same time, Hermione cautiously opened the door, surprised that it was locked. This also made Hermione think that Rosier wasn't in the building, why would a Death Eater hide somewhere and leave it unlocked? Sure a simple spell could open the door but wouldn't you want to make it hard for a person to get in? Hermione entered the building, clutching her wand tightly. She explored the house and noticed that a layer of dust was on everything.

She climbed the stairs warily, she noticed that the stairs and the banister were missing the layer of dust that everything else seemed to possess. Cautiously Hermione climbed the stairs and walked quietly down the hall. She noticed one room in particular that seemed to be used quite a bit. She put her ear to the door and listened closely and she heard an odd sound, it was kind of muffled so she wasn't sure what, or if, she heard in the first place.

Hermione pushed the door open.

Hermione glanced around the room.

Hermione gasped.

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