Regrets, Returns and Roses.

Chapter 1

Hermione's P.O.V

A screaming bundle was placed into the exhausted arms of Hermione Granger on the 4th of January,1999. Hermione loved her instantly; she couldn't help but love her daughter even though the situation was so wrong,

In Hermione's version of her future, she planned to have children after her career started; she had always planned to give birth in a wizarding hospital surrounded by a loving family. Life rarely goes as planned.

Instead, she was in the maternity ward of an overcrowded muggle hospital, nineteen years old and alone in the world. She hadn't even finished her education, not that a graduation from Hogwarts would ensure a job in the muggle world. The muggle world which was now her home again. She had been part of the wizarding community for seven glorious years. Seven years ruined in a few seconds. Ruined by a spell, a dodged spell that hit (and killed). Hermione was still filled with guilt when she thought about the battle.

Hermione would postpone her return to the wizarding world for as long as she could, perhaps until Rose goes to Hogwarts. It would be hard to keep a secret like that in Hogwarts. Hermione would never forgive herself and she would never expect to be forgiven. She hoped that Rose's life would not be tainted by her mother's troubles.

Now she had a little redheaded girl to remind her of her mistake every day, Rose wasn't a mistake. Hermione Granger loved Ron Weasley and always would. She could never regret him, just regret the mistake that made her leave him. She regretted shooting the dodged Killing curse at Bellatrix Lestrange, and the green light hitting solidly in the chest.

Ron's P.O.V

Ron sat at the scrubbed wooden table in The Burrow. The Burrow would never be the same without Fred's antics and love and bustling. Ron put his head in his hands, the sorrow of losing his mother and brother was only overpowered by the disappearance of the love of his life. She had literally vanished off the face of the earth. They had shared only a handful of kisses and one night together in the musty tent. Ron had just confessed his love for her after seven years of crushing on her. And she loved him back.

For eight months, he had searched for Hermione and was none the nearer than he was the day she vanished. His lone consolation was that she was safe from Death Eaters. After Voldemort's death, every Dark Mark became a Portkey to Askaban. Ron would not be able to live if he thought that the scenario at Malfoy Manor was reaccuring.

Hermione Gr anger was safe and in the world somewhere. That was the thought that keept him searching and sane.

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