AN: Okay, so I have changed the name of this story because on reflection, I felt that the title was really crap. The same things are going to happen as planned so I hope that you can accept the change. Also, I meddled with the story description a bit. Thanks for understanding!

The Hunt for Blue September

New Lord?

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Hermione left Harry's office feeling happy and relieved. She was so glad that she and her husband had managed to work things out so quickly. She hated fighting with Harry and felt completely on edge when ever they did, but at least their latest spat was behind them now. She was still feeling a little breathless when she had headed to Ron and Luna's place to pick up Charlotte, her and Harry's make up sex had been hot to say the least.

Luna immediately picked up on Hermione's mood and smiled. "So I take it the two of you worked things out?"

"Yeah," Hermione smiled and went acted shyly. "Yeah we sure did."

Luna folded her arms and still managed a smirk despite the state of her life at that moment. "You had sex didn't you?"

Hermione continued to grin like an idiot before nodding her head. "Yeah."

Luna rolled her eyes and thought it was funny how Hermione was acting at that moment. Her expression soon became sad though, something the Hermione picked up on straight away.

Hermione went serious. "Oh Luna... I'm so sorry."

"What for?" Luna asked putting on a brave smile.

"For being completely insensitive," Hermione replied feeling awful. Luna's marriage was going down the toilet and here she was rubbing her and Harry's happiness down her throat.

"Oh don't worry about it Hermione," Luna said. "Just because I'm unhappy doesn't mean that everyone else should be."

Hermione was about to reply when Charlotte came running up to her. "Mummy!"

Hermione lifted the girl up in her arms and hugged her tightly. "Hello darling," she said kissing her on the cheek. "Have you been a good girl for Aunt Luna?"

Charlotte nodded furiously. "Uh-huh."

"You sure?" her mum asked her playfully.

"She's been good as gold," Luna smiled.

"Where did you go?" Charlotte asked.

"I went to see daddy," Hermione replied, stroking her daughter's hair.

"Why?" Charlotte asked, causing Luna to stifle a laugh.

Hermione had to think of something fast. "Because I needed to talk to him."

"But you see him at home?" the little girl replied innocently.

"Yeah well I had to talk to him about something really important," Hermione said truthfully. "And it couldn't wait."

"What?"

Hermione smiled at her daughter's curiosity before nuzzling her nose with hers playfully. "That, young lady, is none of your business."

Charlotte giggled and accepted her mother's response.

Hermione turned to Luna and looked regretful. "We need to get going I'm afraid, I have so much to do at home."

"Ah new school term," Luna said knowingly. "Looking forward to it?"

"Yes and no," Hermione replied. "I mean I love my job but I miss Harry and this little one to death when I'm at Hogwarts for the first week," she said giving Charlotte a squeeze.

"I can imagine," Luna said sadly, already missing Ron regardless of what he did. Oh well at least she still had Ashlee.

"Harry and I are always here for you," Hermione told her gently. "You know that."

"I know," Luna nodded gratefully. "Thank you."

Hermione kissed her cheek with Charlotte still in her arms, then left.

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Dessert land, Kazakhstan.

It was dark and creepy, the only light coming from the torches of fire being held by the wizards dressed in black. Four pair of eyes trained on the tent in front of them, anticipation running through them all. The hangings on the tent opened slowly, a dark hooded figure stepping outside to meet its followers, causing all of the wizards to hold their breath in fear.

The figure stopped and extended an arm, before rolling up its sleeve to reveal the dark mark, and a black leather glove. A fat hooded man stepped before the eerie form and sank to his knees directly in front of him.

"Allow me, master," the wizard said, before removing his hood to reveal his identity.

Peter Pettigrew removed his wand from his cloak, and placed it over the dark mark that was on his master's arm, smiling evilly as the familiar symbol appeared in the sky. It wasn't long before three more masked wizards emerged from no where, one of them gripping onto a man who was shaking like a leaf.

"Bring him here," Pettigrew ordered getting back to his feet.

The masked wizard all but threw the man to floor in front of the unidentified form. The man looked up at Pettigrew from his knees, and clasped his hands together tightly. "P-p-p-please...have m-m-mercy."

Pettigrew just grinned maliciously and faced the hooded figure in front of him. "Mercy master?"

The wind had suddenly picked up and begun to whistle shrilly. The scared man watched in horror as the dark figure slowly began to remove his hood. Blonde hair was soon visible and began to blow around. "I'm afraid that mercy is an emotion that I have no concept of," a low voice said as calm as you could imagine.

"I-I-I just need m-m-more time," the man said still wobbling.

His master slowly crouched down and stared at him with an unreadable look, shaking his head and tutting quietly. "I ask so little of you Reece. But you just couldn't do as I had asked could you?"

"It was I-I-I-Impossible," Reece told him scared.

"I don't care much for that word," came back the retort. "The prophecy has been foretold."

"I-I-I understand that."

"Do you?" the blonde asked then sniggered. "Do you really, because if you did then I would be a lot happier as of now."

"Its n-n-not --"

"I WANT THAT CHILD!" the voice shouted, grabbing Reece by the neck. "Do you understand me?!"

"It will d-d-d-o you no good, master," Reece told him.

"I'm quickly loosing my patience with you," the voice said, gripping the man tighter. "Stop talking to me in riddles!"

Reece knew he had to get his act together or die right there on the spot. "The prophecy tells of blue September master," he said quickly.

"What of it?!"

"It m-m-means that the child in question...is a boy," the man explained. "And they have a daughter master."

Pettigrew's eyes widened at this news. He watched as his master finally released Reece and stood up grinning evilly.

"How interesting?" the voice said to himself. He then rubbed his gloved hands together.

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Hermione got back home to find Ron slumped on the sofa. He quickly shot up when he saw Hermione enter the room he was in.

"Charlotte," she said to the child in her arms. "I need to talk to your uncle Ron so can you go tidy up your room for me?"

"It is tidy, mummy," Charlotte said hiding a smile.

"Yeah?" Hermione grinned sceptically. "You sure it couldn't be better?"

"Oh...ok," Charlotte said, before she wiggled out of her mother's arms and ran up the stairs to her bedroom.

Hermione watched her pride and joy disappear then turned to Ron.

"How are you?" she asked in a strangled voice.

"As good as can be expected I guess," Ron replied, thrilled that she was talking to him.

Hermione sighed and got closer to him. "I'm sorry for my initial reaction."

"Huh?" Ron mumbled shocked.

"The way I spoke to you wasn't very nice to say the least," Hermione replied. "I shouldn't have done it."

Ron looked at her in confusion. This whole situation was weird. "O-k."

"Well don't you think I was a bit too harsh?"

Ron started to laugh nervously. "Ohhh no, I'm not falling into that trap."

Hermione smiled. "What I'm trying to say is that...I'm...sorry."

Ron was flattered but he wished she didn't say that. She had every right to be angry with him for what he had done to one of her closest friend's, no matter if he was one of her best friend's too.

"Hermione you don't have to be sorry, I'm the one that's managed to fuck up my entire life in the matter minutes," he told her sadly. "I'm the one that should be sorry."

Hermione, for the first time since she had found out what he'd done, started to feel some pity for him as he fell back hopelessly onto the sofa.

"I just don't get why you did such a thing," she said collapsing beside him.

"I don't know myself," Ron said furrowing his eyebrows a little. "You saw her today, how is she?"

"Not good, Ron," Hermione answered.

"Did she mention me at all?" he asked hopefully.

"A bit," Hermione replied truthfully. "Not very favourable I'm afraid."

"Like I was expecting anything else," Ron said. "I just wish I knew how to fix it."

"Well," Hermione sighed. "I think the most important thing for you to do right now is giver her some time."

"Yeah?"

"And then after that you should get her some flowers and start begging like you have never begged before," Hermione told him.

"You think that'll work?"

"Of course it's not going to work!" Hermione snorted. "But it's a good start."

Ron smiled glad to have his other best friend back. "Thanks for letting me stay here."

"You're welcome," Hermione said and got up off of the sofa. "But it's Harry you should be thanking. If it wasn't for him I'd I've killed you by now."

She smirked at him and left the room.

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Yes it was incredibly short but I needed to get this chapter out. I really hope that the title change doesn't cause confusion. Also, I will change the headings that appear at the top of the chapters in due course. Review guys.