Author's note: This fanfiction will be set after Deathly Hallows following the EWE format for Harry Potter and after Eclipse in the Twilight series. I have read all of the Twilight books but I am not as familiar with them as with the Harry Potter series. Please comment to me if I made an error in regards to the Twilight series because I honestly will not know. In order for the timelines to be blended together correctly, (since I know someone will comment about it) I have decided that for the purposes of this fanfiction that all of the Harry Potter series has been pushed forward about 7 years. This means Harry was born in 1987 not 1980 and Voldemort was defeated in 2005 not 1998. Meaning this is set around 2006

Finding Freedom

Chapter 1: We'll Never Be Normal

Hermione sat outside her tent staring into the heavens and looking at the stars as she did almost every night. She shivered slightly at a sudden gust of wind and decided to call it a night. She stood up and checked her wards once more for the night and strolled into her tent. The tent was smaller than the one that she, Harry, and Ron had been using for the horcrux hunt and it was filled with dark detectors. She plopped down on her twin bed after checking her foe glass and stared at the ceiling silently. It had been a year ago today the "Final Battle" had taken place. Even though it had been named final it didn't seem like it was that. The amount of Death Eaters that had fled the country was disconcerting, but in the year that had past the Golden Trio had caught a majority of the convicts with the help of foreign governments and the Order of the Phoenix. The number was down from ninety-eight convicts to a measly three. The problem was now they were left with the most elusive of the runaways: Antonin Dolohov, Augustus Rookwood, and Fenir Greyback.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had decided to split up and track each one individually. When they were able to confirm the whereabouts of their assigned convict, they would contact the others and take down the convict together. Ron immediately demanded that he was to track Augustus Rookwood due to the fact that this particular convicted assisted in Fred's demise. Hermione stated she would rather track Dolohov because of the nasty scar he had left her with from the Battle at the Department of Mysteries. Harry decided he would track Greyback and that they were not to make a move on the convicts without each other there. They all knew they were stronger together than separated and they were going to play their advantages. Harry had caught a trail on Greyback surprisingly fast and was now somewhere in Kansas in the United States searching for a definite indication that he was in the area. Ron had tracked down Rookwood to Zimbabwe and was having difficulty getting information from anyone on the elusive Unspeakable. Hermione was trailing Dolohov across Mexico.

Harry was having immense trouble in getting Greyback to stay still long enough to pin point his location and get Hermione and Ron to him. He had almost got him but the full moon was that night and once Hermione and Ron had arrived they decided they should wait until morning. By the time the sun rose Fenrir was gone. Multiple times he had barely slipped from their grasp and it was almost always due to the full moon. Hermione was convinced he was doing it on purpose but the others thought she was giving Greyback too much credit. She knew he was smart, he had to be to be still on the run. Harry's tracking spells just weren't fast or accurate enough to predict so he would have to use Hermione's logic.

Hermione rolled over onto her side and pulled out the wanted poster of Dolohov before shuffling to Greyback's poster. She grimaced at the sight; he really was an unattractive person. That worked to Harry's advantage though since people recognized him immediately. Dolohov was rather plain so he blended into the crowd quite well. She growled and threw the flyer across the room before storming over to her fridge. She opened it roughly and grabbed the bottle of milk. She decided to just drink from the bottle; it wasn't like someone else was going to drink it anyways. She swallowed and placed the bottle back in before slamming the door with a distressed yell. She was so frustrated that she couldn't get anyone to provide any information. She had started tracking him in El Salvador and now she was near the border of the United States in Mexico. It didn't help that she had no idea how he was traveling because it meant she had to travel by foot and ask questions before finding an alternate form of transportation.

Hermione was so irritated she that couldn't find Dolohov. Hermione crawled into bed and stared at her bedside table. She reached for a picture of her parents and choked back a tear. She had returned to Australia a year ago to get her parents only to find that they had adopted a girl only a year younger than her. The girl had long curly brown hair and brown eyes; she looked a lot like Hermione and her name was Hermia. They must have felt something missing from the obliviation. She knew they didn't knowingly hurt her. Hell, they didn't know she existed! She couldn't help but feel replaced and she couldn't bear to share her parents with someone who look so much like herself but she also couldn't rip away that girl's happiness. She went over to Australia to see them every few months just so she could look at them. She should have protected them better because a few months ago she found out the entire family had been brutally murdered. Hermione had suspected Greyback but she had no definite proof. Hermione held the picture close to her chest as she let herself have a moment of weakness. She quickly dried her tears, set her picture down, and turned off the lights when decided to rest before having to travel tomorrow. She hoped Harry and Ron were okay. Well she knew Ron could handle Rookwood, she was more worried about Harry and Greyback.

Harry sat inside his tent wishing he had decided to track anyone other than Greyback. He was such a pain in the ass. He grumbled as he looked at what food he had left, he would have to get food tomorrow. Harry had recently got some information that he should visit Topeka and go to a bookstore called 'The Book Nook.' It sounded like a place Hermione would like. He decided it wouldn't be too far out of the way since he was never going to catch up to that evasive mutt. He wished it wasn't hunting season for his animagus form or he'd be able to travel faster. He faced Tom Riddle and survived he wasn't going risk being shot by some stupid hunter who wanted a six point buck to mount on the wall. He looked over to his cell phone debating whether to call Hermione or Ron. They had decided cell phones would be the best option to communicate since they were seen in the muggle world often during their searches. Ron still hadn't gotten used to the fact he didn't have to yell to be heard, but overall it was affective albeit expensive. Deciding he didn't want to be yelled at, he grabbed the phone and called Hermione she was in the same time zone so she should still be awake.

Hermione cursed as her phone went off and grabbed it off her nightstand grumpily.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mione, how's the hunt going?"

"Terrible, Dolohov is a sneaky one. I think he is obliviating people left and right. I only end up of a trail of people who think they saw someone like him." Hermione sat up and turned on the light in her tent.

"That sounds like a terrible lead to follow." Harry replied cheekily.

"Well what am I supposed to do? There are no other trails at all. It is like he doesn't even exist!" Hermione complained. "And it isn't like you are having much success with the furball, so don't try to tell me what I should or should not follow."

Harry sat up and started playing with his golden snitch he got for Christmas, "woah, Hermione, calm down there. I was just making an observation."

Hermione sighed and rubbed her temple as she started to pace across the room, "I am sorry, Harry. I am just not used to having to look this hard for someone. I mean Ron is closer to catching his target than either of us are to ours. Granted, Ron has gotten really good at tracking but I am just not used to him being better than me at something."

Harry hummed in response as he chased his snitch around the tent, "Well, I have a contact I am supposed to meet up with tomorrow. So that might be useful."

"Really? That must be exciting. I mean you might actually be able to head off Greyback if this is good information. I heard he was trying to make a new pack since his was wiped out in the war." Hermione looked at herself in the mirror of her bathroom and stared at her complexion briefly. "Huh. This air down here is doing wonders for my skin."

"That's nice…" Harry jumped to catch the snitch and succeeded after tripping and falling over with a thud.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Hermione exclaimed with worry.

"Yeah! I caught my snitch in record time!" Harry whooped. "Once this is all over I am going back to play quidditch. I need that back in my life."

"Professionally?" Hermione asked, "I always thought you wanted to be an auror?"

"Well, I think I have fought enough dark wizards to last a lifetime. I can't wait till this is over, I will be able to be normal for once… Free to do what I want and need without worry of people getting hurt… I just want to do something fun and easy, like flying a broom."

"That is neither fun nor easy in my opinion, and there is always going to be people getting hurt, just because we got the really evil jerks doesn't mean there isn't others still out there. And honestly, we'll never be normal." Hermione sniffed.

"Reading loads of books isn't fun at all but obviously you see something in it or else you wouldn't do it so often Miss Bookworm." Harry replied snarkily.

"Oh Ha Ha, come up with something new broom boy." Hermione snapped.

"Hermione, what are you going to do when we are done with this?" Harry asked.

Hermione smiled, "I am going to take a long vacation, before applying for the Ministry…you know… the Department for Equality… I'd help werewolves and vampires then move on to others. But first I will try and find the man of my dreams. Maybe tour the world a bit and visit the best libraries muggle and wizarding!"

"Only you would vacation at a library!" Harry laughed before looking over at the picture by his bed thinking quietly, "Hey, Hermione?"

"Yeah, Harry?"

"Do you think Ginny will forgive me for leaving again?" Harry asked quietly.

Hermione was silent for moment and thought quietly, "I think that she should have expected that you weren't going to stop until all of the Death Eaters were brought to justice. She was overreacting to you leaving again."

Harry sighed, "I haven't seen her in over 8 months. She refused to see me the last time we were in town."

Hermione frowned, "Harry, I know she still really likes you, she told me. She probably just didn't want to have to see you leave again."

Harry nodded to himself, "She still writes me you know. I get a new letter almost every other day."

Hermione smiled, "You reply right?"

Harry scoffed, "I am not that much of an idiot, of course I do."

Hermione laughed and yawned, "I am going to get to bed. I am going to check out a few of the seedy strip clubs, Dolohov shops for the bottom rung women."

Harry grimaced, "Sounds dirty, don't sit down. I am saying this for your own safety, you know."

Hermione giggled, "Thanks, for the warning, Night Harry. Good luck with the contact, be sure to message me and I'll use the port key if you need me."

"Remind me to worship Kingsley for getting us those port keys that go to each other. I don't think we would survive without them. Oh and be sure to call Ron, he worries about you." Harry spoke.

"Ron isn't allowed to worry about me he has Lavender. I am going to bed goodnight." Hermione said tiredly as she got back in bed and turned off the lights.

"Night Mione… And Mione cut Ron some slack. You broke it off, not him." Harry said before closing the phone rolling over in his bed and turning off the lights.