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#1. What Happened Next? by FawkesThePhoenix

Format: Novel
Chapters: 32
Word Count: 149,442
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Contains profanity, Strong violence, Scenes of a mild sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme, Spoilers

Genres: General, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Draco, George, Ginny, Luna, Neville, OC
Pairings: Harry/Hermione, OC/OC, Ron/OC, Other Pairing

First Published: 07/13/2015
Last Chapter: 03/13/2017
Last Updated: 03/13/2017

Summary:
Following on from the end of the Battle in Deathly Hallows. Harry and Hermione fell in love instead of Hermione/Ron and Harry/Ginny.

Follows the stories of Harry, Ron and Hermione as they deal with life after the greatest adventure of their lives.


Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty-Eight.

They walked up the track to where a carriage was waiting for them. Hermione's eyes filled with tears as Harry swung the door open. Somebody had levitated glowing globes of light and rose petals were sprinkled all around. "Sorry, it's not very original."

"It's perfect," Hermione whispered.

They sat down and the carriage slowly made it's way up to the castle. They didn't talk as Hermione just gazed out of the window at the beautifully decorated track. They were travelling under a veranda which was draped in creeping flowers and twinkling lights. Harry closed his eyes as he mentally thanked Aoife, Ron and the rest for doing all of this. He was always convinced that they wouldn't let him down, but everything was coming together perfectly. "We're here," Harry said to break the silence that had clenched them.

Hermione became incredibly nervous, she was about to be the complete centre of attention. She had no idea how many people were going to be in the room, but they were all there for them. "Harry, can we just stay out here for a bit?" She said.

"Of course," he smiled. "Are you alright?" He whispered after several minutes.

"Yes, it's just a bit overwhelming, everything you've done, I can't quite take it all in. In a good way," she added. "I could never imagine such a perfect proposal or a ring like this. You've thought of everything."

"Like you always do," he grinned.

"I'm ready, let's go in," she breathed.

He reached out to hold her hand and they walked to the door. The hallway was dark except for a few burning candles with the light from The Hall escaping from the cracks in the door. Whatever Hermione imagined would be behind the door, wasn't what she saw.

"CONGRATULATIONS!" Hundreds of people cheered when the door had been opened.

Hermione brought her hand to her mouth as she tried to keep in the gasp. Everyone she could possibly think of was there; her parents, her grandparents, everyone she once shared a classroom with, professors she believed she wouldn't see again for some time, remaining Members of the Order, what looked like people from the Ministry, all the Weasleys including Bill and Charlie, Fleur and her sister, Viktor Krum and Andromeda and Teddy. Hermione made a beeline for her parents who were chatting with McGonagall. "I can't believe you're here," she chirped, "I never thought you would actually stand in the castle."

"How could we not be here?" Her Mum smiled. "Congratulations, darling," she embraced her.

"Thank you," she replied. Her Mum let her go and as soon as she was free, her Dad gave her the biggest hug.

"I'm very proud of you," he whispered. She was crying again, it seemed like she would be doing that for the rest of the evening. She hadn't even taken in the room, she hadn't even acknowledged all the hard work that those closest to her had put in. She had walked straight over to her family, the Muggle family that she sometimes felt she had left behind. They were standing here in the very place that snatched her from them, and they looked perfectly happy.

"Congratulations, Hermy," her grandmother smiled.

"Thank you. You haven't met Harry yet, have you?"

"Oh, yes. He came by to see us a few weeks ago." Her grandfather explained.

"He did?" She asked as she turned her head to look at him, he was talking to Mr and Mrs Weasley.

"Yes, he dropped by with Rosanne as he wanted to meet us and introduce himself. He's a lovely lad."

"Isn't he just, Frances," Kenny, Hermione's paternal Granddad, said.

"You've met him, too?" Hermione asked.

"Archibald brought him around. He asked for his permission in front of me."

"He did?" Hermione hadn't even thought about the tradition of asking the father for the daughter's hand. She wasn't even aware that Harry knew of such a tradition. "So you all knew about this weeks ago?"

"Yes." They replied in unison.

"We couldn't be happier for you," Kenny smiled, "to think, you and he are going to have magical babies."

"Slow down, Dad, they've only just got engaged." Archie laughed.

"I'll have you know that your mother and I had Colin a couple of months after we were married."

"Yes, after , Dad. Don't rush them." He rolled his eyes, "Hermione, don't let us keep you from all of your guests." He gestured, obviously not too keen on the idea of grandchildren just yet.

"Right," Hermione nodded, "I should go and talk to a few of them, thank them for coming."

"See you later, Precious," Frances hugged her again quickly.


"She said yes then?" Ron joked.

"Of course she said yes , Ronald!" Molly asserted.

"I'd like to thank you, Mrs Weasley, and you, Mr Weasley, for helping out today."

"It was our pleasure, Dear. I'm glad you asked us to be a part of today." She smiled, proud like Harry and Hermione were her family.

"Go and enjoy yourself, Harry." Mr Weasley ordered, with the biggest smile on his face, he loved being back in the Great Hall.


"Congratulations, Harry," Ginny whispered as she walked up to him.

"Thank you, you too. Playing for the Holyhead Harpies is such a huge achievement. How is it going?"

"Really well, I haven't played in a game yet, but the training alone is fantastic. I'm learning so much." She sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she lied, "I'm just missing home." Harry nodded slowly, knowing that that wasn't the real reason because she could Apparate to The Burrow at the drop of a hat. "I expect you want to be with your fiancée, not spending the evening with me." She sulked off, she was definitely the least enthusiastic about the evening so far.


"Hermione!" Aoife called from the crowd. "You look fantastic, absolutely mesmerising."

"Thanks," she smiled, "you picked the dress. This is all you."

"I did a great job if you ask me. Can I see the ring?" She was practically squealing. Hermione nodded as she lifted up her left hand. Aoife was speechless, all she seemed to be able to do was gawp at Hermione's hand. Hermione smiled at Aoife as she too looked at her ring again. It really was exquisite, better than anything she would have picked herself. "Do you know when you'll get married?"

"No, it's only been a couple of hours," Hermione laughed, "not for a while I expect."

"Have you seen the pictures?"

"No," Hermione replied, "where are they?"

Aoife pointed to the door, the wall had thousands of pictures which covered every inch. "George did it." She informed.

It was Hermione's turn to gawp as they both walked towards the photo. "I don't even remember most of these photos." She said once she had looked at a few that were at eye level.

"Stand here," Aoife demanded. As if by magic, once Hermione was in place, the pictures on the wall came down one by one. Each one lingered in front of Hermione's eyes until she was ready to see the next one. There were photos of Hermione when she was young, Harry when he was young, the two of them with Ron and other Hogwarts friends. It was like her life was flashing before her very eyes. She didn't want to blink due to the fear that she would miss one, but she never would. The frames seemed to know when they had done their part.

"Impressive, isn't it?"

"It's wonderful," Hermione replied. "Thank you for allowing us to celebrate here."

"You two are a big reason why this place is still here. Congratulations, Hermione."

"Thank you," Hermione smiled as she turned to face her old Headmistress, her usually stern face was replaced by a warm smile.

"I think Harry is about to make a speech," Aoife bounced over.

"A speech?" Hermione questioned, "what on earth is he going to say?"

"We'll have to wait and hear." McGonagall joked.


"Hi, everyone, thank you so much for coming to celebrate with Hermione and me." Harry began, standing just in front of the podium that Dumbledore had stood behind countless times. "Firstly I want to express my appreciation for each and every one of you who helped make today what it has become; Arthur and Molly Weasley, Hagrid, George and Ron Weasley and Aoife and Aengus Curran. I can honestly say that I couldn't have done it without any of you." The hall filled with an applause that lasted for a long while. "I also need to mention Professor McGonagall, not just for her allowing us to use this wonderful place for tonight, but for everything she has done for me and Hermione over the years with our studies and development. Without her pulling some strings and getting Hermione a Time-Turner, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to get to know my father's best friend, to mention just one of many things that happened because of her. You are an inspiration to everyone in this room." Everyone in the room exploded into rapturous applause as McGonagall wiped a tear from her eye. "Ron," Harry began, the room going silent once more, "you deserve more than I can offer you, but that's what you're going to have to settle for. Ever since our first train journey here, you've been by my side. There's no point denying it, we have had our disagreements and our arguments, we haven't always seen eye to eye, but when it comes down to it, I know you will always have my back. This is why I want to ask you, in front of all these people so you can't really say no, if you will be my best man."

"Putting me a bit on the spot!" Ron called from somewhere in the crowd, "I suppose I will have to be!"

Harry laughed along with the rest of the room, "thanks," he grinned. "As you all know, I don't have much of a family, but thanks to the Weasley's, I don't feel unloved. I am incredibly grateful for everything you have done for me over the years, not least treating me like a son. Without your generosity and love, I wouldn't be who I am today." The room, which consisted of a lot of Weasley's, burst out into loud cheers. Harry's eyes roamed the crowd, scanning everyone's face for the face he was looking for. Once he found her, his eyes daren't look away. "Hermione," he said, his voice relatively quieter than it had been previously. As he spoke, everyone else seemed to melt away, it was like they were the only two in the room. "You've been there for me from the night in the toilets. Everyone calls me the hero, everyone describes me as the person who saved the Wizarding World, but those people don't know what you did. It was you who got me to Professor Quirrell, it was you who worked out it was the Basilisk, it was you who taught me the spell that helped me get the dragon egg, it was you who encouraged me to set up Dumbledore's Army and it was you who carried me through the Horcrux hunt. You are the only reason I stayed alive long enough to finish what had been started, but you are too modest to take any credit. Hermione," his eyes were fixated on her like she was the most beautiful painting in a prize collection, "you deserve a lot more than me, you deserve someone who treats you like a princess every day, who makes you feel safe and warm and who can make you smile even when everything seems to be going wrong. I am so grateful that you are allowing me to try and be the person you deserve to be with, and I promise you that I will use every day of the rest of our lives trying to achieve that." The room suddenly filled with people again, the sounds of Harry's adoring crowd loudened. "Thank you all for coming today, have a good evening!" He came to a rather abrupt end, but nobody cared. They were running his words in their heads, the ones that were meant for them and the ones that were meant for others. Hermione stood still, still staring directly at him - she didn't know he had it in him to speak publicly like that.

"Herm-" someone began to call out.

"Leave her," Mrs Weasley commanded, she knew Hermione was in her own little world. She knew that Hermione was alone with Harry.


"That was-" she tried to say.

"Hermione, I love you." Harry interrupted as he walked towards her.

"I love you, too."

*

"Where have they gone? I need to talk to Hermione," Ron moaned.

"Leave them be, Ron. They've just got engaged," his father said.

"They've been gone for over an hour now, Dad. Should we check on them?"

"No," Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley and Aoife said in unison.


"This evening has been absolutely perfect. Thank you, Harry." Hermione smiled as they sat on the sofa in the Common Room. "Can you believe that we've been away for a year?"

"This room is no longer our Common Room. There are new people who enjoy it now, with their friends."

They both looked around to see if anything had changed - it hadn't. The walls were exactly the same, the furniture hadn't moved and the portraits on the walls hadn't been modified, but to the two of them, the room had changed. Hermione opened her mouth to suggest that they went back downstairs, but blood-curdling screams stopped her in her track. "Harry," she croaked.

"Stay here," he demanded.

"No, I'm coming with you."

Harry wanted to argue, wanted to get her to stay, but he knew that she wouldn't listen to him. "Stay behind me," he negotiated, "whatever it is, stay close to me," was his last sentence to her before they ran down to the noise.

"Harry, Hermione," someone whispered from a room off of the entrance hall. "Come here."

"Neville, what's happening?" Hermione asked once the door was quietly closed.

"About a dozen people walked in, blasting spells every which way," he explained.

"What?" Hermione gasped, "is anyone hurt, is anyone -"

"I don't know. Everyone just ran away as quickly as they could."

Hermione's hands found her mouth, she could still hear distance screaming, "I need to find my parents and grandparents," she said with a sense of urgency that couldn't go undiscovered.

"Not on your own," Neville argued, "we'll come with you."

"No, you need to help the others," Harry finally spoke, "Hermione, we'll find your parents, get them home and then come back. Neville, try and find the Weasleys - stay close to others if you can."

All three of them left the safety of the small rooms. Harry stood in front of Hermione as they walked into the Great Hall. It would have been pitch black if it wasn't for the enchanted ceiling lighting up the room. Harry vigorously scanned the room for any movement and his ears were listening out for the quietest of noises. "Harry, we need to find them," Hermione whispered, as her voice and heart were breaking.

"There's someone over there, look," he pointed to the corner at the very end of the room. Harry quickly thought about what they should do, he scanned the room again but thankfully, he couldn't see any motionless bodies lying on the floor.

"Hello?" A terrified voice called.

"Mum!" Hermione screamed as she ran straight over to the voice. "You're all alright, you're all alright," she breathed once she had seen that her Mum was with Arthur and her Dad and all her grandparents.

"They're fine," Mr Weasley said with relief pouring out of his voice.

"I'm getting you home," she informed them. "You can't be here. Harry, help me get them all home."

"Follow me, stay behind me and don't say a word. If you see anything try and let us know silently. Hermione, you stand at the back, keep a look out. Who is it, Mr Weasley?"

Arthur didn't say anything, he just shook his head. He couldn't bring himself to even say the words. "Let's go." Hermione ordered, "we'll be back once we know my family are safe," she explained to Mr Weasley. He nodded as he ran off to find his family.

They quickly, but silently, made their way down the track. They didn't see anyone on their way, but they did see flashing lights from spells some distance away. Harry couldn't bring himself to look at the colours that were lighting up the sky, in case he saw the very colour that struck fear in his stomach. Once they finally reached the end of Hogwarts' grounds, Harry turned around, "Hermione, you take your parents, I'll stay here."

"I'll be right back," she promised.

"Harry, what is going on?" Frances asked.

"I don't know," Harry answered as he kept a look out. "Once Hermione is back, we'll get you to safety. You're going to be alright."

Why was this happening? Who would do this? Voldemort was dead, a lot of his followers were dead or in Azkaban. He heard a pop and saw the relieving sight of Hermione. "Pop, you go with Harry." She said. Harry took Kenny's arm and spun him out of this nightmare.


Whilst Harry and Hermione brought her grandparents to her parent's house, Rose and Archie had made seven cups of tea and had laid out biscuits. "You're back," Rose wept once everyone was standing in the kitchen. "Hermione, what happened back there?"

"I don't know, Mum, but we're going to have to go back. We need to make sure everyone is alright."

"No, I don't want either of you to go back there. Anything could happen to you, you're staying here." She ordered.

" We can't. We can't abandon them. Not now." She argued back.

"What if they hurt you?"

"We should stay," Harry whispered.

"What?"

"We should stay here. We're safe and alive. Neville said that there were only twelve people, they're the ones who are outnumbered."

"What about Ron and Aoife? We don't even know if they're alive!" Hermione shouted, "we have to go back, Harry. You know we do!"

"No, we don't. Why is it always down to us? Why do we always have to be the ones who save them? They don't need us, Hermione. We don't need to risk our lives anymore."

"Harry," she took a step closer to him, "Harry, you know in here," she placed her hand on his chest, "you know in here that we have to go back. We have to make sure everyone is alright."

Harry looked from Hermione to her parents and nodded at them, "you're right." He whispered.

*

"RON!" Aoife called into the dark void. "RON! WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Aoife, he'll be alright." Ardal said from behind her.

"Where's Eli?" She asked.

"I took him to Martha's house. I didn't want him getting caught up in all of this. Where's Aengus?"

"I think he ran off looking for Robyn. Ard, I need to find Ron." She began to panic. "I didn't see where he went when things started."

"He isn't in the hall," Neville said as he ran up to them. "Ron will be alright, he's more than used to things like this, we all are. Check down by the lake," he called as he ran off in another direction.

"RON!" She cried.

"Watch out!" Someone called from the left of her. Ardal jumped at Aoife so they both fell to the ground as a flash of light zoomed past where they were stood. " Stupefy! "

"Ron, aren't we glad to see you!" Ardal smiled as he sat up, "nice shot."

"Thanks, we need to get away from here." He said as he helped Aoife up.

"Where have you been?" Aoife asked frantically.

"Hagrid's. Come on, let's go." He ran off in the direction of Hagrid's hut.

*

"Harry, where are we?" Hermione asked once they had got to their destination.

"I'm not taking you back there, I'm not putting you in danger," Harry said adamantly as he looked around for something.

"If you won't take me back there, I'll go on my own. I don't care. We need to help!" She shouted as she slipped something into his jacket pocket.

"Don't go- HERMIONE!" He called as she disappeared.

He stared at the spot where Hermione used to be stood. He wanted to go after her, she would be running up the track at Hogwarts, but he couldn't bring himself to. He couldn't bring himself to run right back into deaths clutches. "Mr Potter? Is that you?" A man called out from the dense shrubbery that surrounded him. "I knew I would find you here."

"Who are you?" Harry asked bravely as he stood with his wand out.

"Don't hurt me. I am someone who wants to help. My name is Adelbert. I knew your grandfather, Fleamont Potter."

"How can I trust you?" Harry's heartbeat, although still fast, began to slow as he relaxed - this man would have killed him right away if he wanted him dead.

"My house, it's just a couple of minutes away, I've got photos." The man finally stepped out of the shrubbery and he looked far from menacing. His hair was similar to Hagrid's; he had a long beard and a curly mane which resembled snow on a mountain top, but other than that, he was the opposite of Hagrid; small and skinny. "You don't have to trust me or follow me, but I may be able to help you."

"Help me? Help me with what?" Harry was becoming more suspicious again, why hadn't this man made himself known years ago? Why hadn't he helped the Order?

"I've been places so I've heard plans. If you follow me to my house, I will explain all that I know."


*

"Hermione? What are you doing here? I thought you were safe with Harry?" Ron asked as she ran up to him.

"I couldn't leave you all here, I needed to come back and help." She explained. "What's the plan?"

"Some of us are at Hagrid's, let's go there and we can think of something. Where's Harry?"

"He's scared, Ron. He doesn't want to be brought back to fighting. I left him."

"Left him?"

"He took us to a wood, somewhere I don't know. He'll be fine, once we finish here, I'll go and find him."


"Hermione! You're alright!" Aoife screeched once they had walked through the door.

"Of course, she's 'lright, she's the brightest witch I've ever met." Hagrid smiled.

"Where's Harry?" Aoife asked.

"He's alright, too," Ron interrupted, "he's got something planned, so we have to do what we can."

Hermione looked at Ron, why was he lying? "So, what do we do?" Aoife asked.

"We fight." Aengus, who Hermione hadn't seen until now, said from a corner. "We fight until Harry comes and tells us what we do next."

"Do we know how many there are?" Ardal asked.

"Neville told me there were twelve," Hermione informed.

"There's more than twelve now," Ron said, "but they're still outnumbered. The Ministry workers are doing they're best trying to contain them."

"Any fatalities?" Aoife asked.

"Not that I've heard," Ron said, "but anything could have happened."

"We need to get out there," Aengus growled, "we need to stop it before it's started."

*

Adelbert lit a stumpy candle which seemed to be the only source of light in the tiny room. Harry looked around but saw nothing which struck fear. "Sit down, I'll get you some tea." Harry remained standing, mostly because he didn't trust the rickety chair that stood before him.

"How did you know I would come here?" He asked once Adelbert's back was turned. "I don't even really know where we are."

"You've been here before," Adelbert said elusively.

Harry looked around the room in confusion, "I've never been here before," he said rather confidently.

"You have." He waddled over to the table and placed a tray down on it, "please, sit."

Harry was intrigued about what this man knew about him, intrigued enough to sit on that chair. "Thank you," he said in an undertone as he was given a chipped glass full of tepid tea.

"I need to just get something," Adelbert vanished through a swing door and a couple of minutes later returned with his arms burdened with several thick books. "Here," he announced, "is all the proof you need."

Harry took one of the books that Adelbert handed him. He opened it and his mouth instantly fell. "That's-that's me?" He questioned.

"Not quite," he chuckled, "that's your father. His dad used to bring him here. I've lived here all of my life and you came here once or twice before."

"That can't be true. My Dad never took me here, did he?"

"No, your father never brought you here. But he brought your mother here and she brought her sister." He explained softly.

Harry opened the second photo album that Adelbert gave to him, the first picture was of Vernon, Petunia, Dudley and Harry. "My Aunt and Uncle brought me here?"

"Oh yes, all the time. I used to see you weekly."

"What happened?" Harry asked as he flicked through the photos of him and his cousin when they were both young.

"My past caught up with me," he sighed. "See, Harry, when I was your age, me and a couple of friends did stupid things. He robbed shops, robbed hard-working people, to get the attention of girls. I never meant for it to go any further, but I had to hide out here." He gave Harry the third and final photo album. "There's your grandfather and me." Harry gazed down at the man who had rarely featured in Harry's mind. Although he had seen him in the Mirror of Erised, this was the first time he was able to really look at him. There he was, looking directly at the camera, smiling. He couldn't have been any older than 15. "We weren't in the same House at Hogwarts, but we were friends before school and out of school." They turned the page and Adelbert instantly went giddy, "that's us before our first day at Hogwarts." He pointed at the figure on the right with a grubby finger. "Those times were simpler, easier." He sighed again.

"You obviously stayed in contact, well after Hogwarts," Harry interjected.

"Oh, yes. We were the very best of friends. He never knew about where my extra income came from, he died well before I was caught." Harry nodded slowly, this man held so many answers to so many questions that were only just forming in Harry's mind, but he had to find out what he knew about what was happening at Hogwarts. "Hermione Granger. Is she the one who has your heart?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm afraid I have to break some devastating news to you." He said with a sad face and voice.

*

The castle was still standing strong, it seemed like it was everybody's aim to avoid hitting it at all costs. In fact, it seemed like it was everybody's aim to avoid hitting anything at all costs. There was hardly any duelling going on, enough to make anyone weary. "Hermione, I really think we need to start getting people out of here. Do we know who the leader of this revolt is?" Aoife asked as they walked up the slope away from Hagrid's hut.

"Kingsley seems to have everything under control," Ron observed.

"Something doesn't seem right about all of this," Hermione said slowly, "why would you attack without a real plan to destruct? Nobody has died, nobody has even fired the Killing Curse, I don't understand."

Everybody stopped walking as Hermione's words settled. She was right, something wasn't right about the situation. "We need to find out who is in charge, but we need to be careful about this. If you're right, Hermione, there might be an ulterior motive and that means we could still be very much in danger." Aoife said wisely.

Hermione looked up as someone came running down the slope towards them, "Neville," she smiled, "it's good to see you." She was eluding to the fact that he was still very much alive.

"Hermione," he breathed as he tried to catch his breath, "you and Aoife have to get out of here !"

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"They're coming for you."

"Who?" Aengus asked.

"Rodolphus Lestrange and someone called Julie Eliot."

"Hermione, get Aoife to safety!" Ron shouted, "we'll be alright without you."

"It's too late for that, darlin'. We've very much achieved what we wanted to achieve." Julie smirked as she grabbed hold of Hermione and Aoife and turned on the spot.

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