Y/N POV

Hermione had given me my clothes and the others too and I went to quickly change into them. I hid the rest of my suit inside Hermione's beaded bag and Snuffles put himself in my pocket as I put on my overcoat. As I came back, Hermione, Lana, Harry and Ron had changed into their clothes. I did like Hermione's dress, she did look amazing, but she always looks amazing.

To make us look like ordinary Muggles, we kept our heads down and Hermione and I made us look like an ordinary Muggle couple as she held my arm. We went into a cafe and slid into a booth before anyone could suspect anything.

"Do you reckon everyone's alright at the wedding?" Harry said. "Maybe we should --"

"They were after you, Harry," I said. "We'd put everyone in danger again if we came back. I don't want Mum, Anne or anyone else hurt."

"Y/N's right," Hermione said as a waitress chewing gum came to take our orders. "Two lattes, please. Pinch of vanilla in his."

"Same for me," Lana said.

"What she said," Ron added.

"Same here," Harry added.

"Wicked scar," The waitress said as she walked to get our orders.

"So where do we go from here?" Ron said to us. "The Leaky Cauldron?"

"Too dangerous," Lana said. "If Voldemort's taken over the Ministry, none of the old places are safe."

As we were talking, two workmen walked into the cafe and Hermione had looked in her bag for something. Her eyes widened as she kept looking. "My rucksack!" She said. "With all my things! I think I left it at the Burrow!"

"You're joking..." Harry said to her.

"I had all the essentials packed for days," Hermione said. "Just in case."

"I thought something would happen," I said as I reached into my pocket. "Luckly, I swiped it from the Burrow and hid it in my coat." I pulled out the sack and gave it to her.

"And you let me think I left it?" She said as she playfully hit me and pouted a little. "I hate you..."

"No," I said. "I'm pretty sure you love me."

"Yeah, you're right," She said with a small peck on my cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too," I wrapped my arm around her as Harry smiled. But the two workmen were looking awfully suspicious as Lana, Harry and I stared at them. And then I realized...

They weren't Muggles.

They're Death Eaters.

"DOWN!" Harry and I yelled as they turned with wands in hand. I grabbed Hermione and pulled her down to get her out of the firing range, kind of like the way I shielded her at the Quidditch World Cup. We both hit the floor, but Hermione was under me and both of us were blushing like mad. "Talk about this later?" I said as she put her hand on my cheek.

"Y-Yeah, later," She stuttered for a moment. A tile exploded as we both got up and a beam of bright green had just signed Hermione's hair.

"Stupefy!" I yelled at the one who cast the spell at her. The Death Eater crumbled into the wall but managed to cast, "Expulsio!" towards us. As the spell hit the mirror, it shattered and sent small pieces hurtling towards Hermione and Lana which caused both of them to be cut from it. But from that, one of the coffee machines broke and sprayed what was very hot coffee on the Death Eaters face. As he was blinded for a moment, Ron and I hit him with some stunning spells and Lana added another to make sure he won't do anything else.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Lana yelled at them as the Death Eater went still. All the commotion stopped as the Waitress looked up and her gum popped.

"Go," Lana said. "Speak nothing of what happened here."

The waitress didn't put up a fight. She ran out the doors as Harry looked at us. "Lock the door," He said to Hermione and Ron. "Get the lights." Hermione locked the door and Ron pulled out the Deluminator, casting the cafe into darkness. Hopefully, the Muggles around think they closed for the night.

Lana POV

As we prepared to determine who the Death Eaters are, Y/N kneeled down and looked at their bodies. "These guys must be braver than Dolohov," I said. "They don't know Y/N here killed him." The Death Eaters' eyes darted towards my brother, who smirked and glared with my right eye glowing at them.

"This one's name is Rowle," Y/N said. "Harry, wasn't he there when Snape killed Dumbledore?"
"Yeah, he was," Harry said. "But who's that bloke?"

"Poisonwood," Ron said. "I recognize him from those wanted posters, he's just like Nathan Roiser."

Poisonwood's eyes darted around again at Hermione, who Y/N got in front of to protect her, and then at Ron. "So what do we do with you, huh?" Ron asked him. "Kill us if it was turned round, wouldn't you?" All of us looked at him as he noticed and looked at him. "Suppose it's him that did Mad-Eye or maybe Buckbeak. How would you feel then?"

"It's better we wipe their memories," Harry said to us. "We kill them, they'll know we were here or that Y/N killed them."

"They would think that after I killed Dolohov," Y/N said. "But I agree with Harry."

"You're the boss, Harry," Ron said as Y/N and him looked at Hermione. "Hermione?" Ron asked her. She looked at both of the boys. She was bleeding from her cheek so Y/N wiped the blood off her cheek and pecked her on the spot. "Do you want to do the honors?" Hermione took her wand in her shaky hands and was about to modify their memories, but Y/N held his hand on hers and put it down. He looked at her and their eyes met.

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable with it," He said softly as she nodded. He then looked at Ron. "Hermione's been through a lot right now," He said, protecting her. "She needs to rest for a moment. I'll take care of their memories."

He then walked towards the tow Death Eaters and muttered, "Obliviate," as a light came from his wand. The Death Eater went limp and were eventually knocked out.

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"How is it they knew we were there?" Harry asked. We were now moving on the streets of London on the way away from other Death Eaters.

"Maybe you still have the Trace on you?" I suggested.

"Can't be," Ron said. "The Trace breaks at 17. It's Wizarding Law."

Hermione stopped as Y/N noticed. "What happened?" He asked her.

"We didn't celebrate it completely," Hermione said. "We were gonna celebrate it after the wedding... That's why they could have known."

"That does make sense," Y/N said. "But Kingsley also said the Ministry fell to the Death Eaters. What if they altered the law? Anyone who turns 17 as of now may still have the Trace on them."

"We have to get off the streets," Ron said. "Get somewhere safe."

"I have an idea," Harry said.

Moments later, we found ourselves at Sirius' old home: 12 Grimmauld Place. No-one's been here ever since Sirius died, the only one could have been Kreacher. Harry tapped his wand on the door and it swung open, letting us in. The lights sprung to life as we entered, but the house-elf was nowhere in sight. But the unexpected happened.

"Severus Snape?" The voice of Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody bellowed through the house. Something rose from the ground formed a shape with a wand and then exploded into a cloud of dust, going back into the floor.

"What was that about?" Ron asked us.

"Must be Mad-Eye's doing," I said. "In case Snape came and showed his traitorous face." We continued to walk through the home and after a while, Hermione spoke up and said, "Homenum revelio," Nothing had happened after as she turned to us.

"It's a spell to reveal human presence," She explained. "We're alone."

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Ron, Harry, Y/N and I continued to search through the house to hopes of finding anything. Since no-one was currently living in the house, with the exception of Mrs. Black's portrait and wherever the hell Kreacher was. Hermione was resting in a room that Y/N and her were sharing since Y/N was worried about her. After a while of him searching, he decided to check on Hermione. I don't blame him, he cares about her.

Soon enough, Ron was asleep on the couch while Y/N came back with us.
"How's Hermione?" I asked him as he came to us.
"She's asleep," He said. "Resting peacefully. I'm gonna let her sleep, she needs it after what she had to do."

"What happened?" Harry said. "I noticed she was a little on edge when she was asking about you when Buckbeak was killed."

"Should we tell him?" Y/N asked me.
"We should," I said as I patted his shoulder and turned to Harry. "When Y/N was staying with Hermione over the summer, Hermione decided that in order for her parents to be safe, she had to obliviate them. Y/N's been taking care of her and making sure she's okay."

"Oh my god," Harry said. "She had to do that? No wonder her hands were shaky."

"Yeah, I just want her to know she's still loved," Y/N said. "Her parents are the only family I know of, so I want to be there for her. I'm her boyfriend after all."

We continued to looked around until we found a book with a crumpled piece of paper. The book was none other than Bathilda Bagshot's "A History of Magic". Harry stared at the image of Bathilda and removed the paper and crumbled to find a letter from Lily Potter... to Sirius Black.

Dear Sirius,

Thank you for Harry's birthday present. You'd think he'd been born on a broom. James says he's got the look of a Seeker, but then James would. We had a very quiet birthday tea, just us and old Bathilda, who dotes on Harry. Addison would have been here as well, but she has the twins to take care of, because of Langden's passing. I'm planning on asking her to be Harry's godmother since you are his godfather. Wormy dropped by late in the day, but seemed down and didn't stay long. James is frustrated being shut up here, but Dumbledore's still got his Invisibility Cloak, so he doesn't have much choice. By the way, Bathilda tells the most amazing stories about our old Headmaster. I don't know how much to believe. Can it really be true that Dumbledore --

That was all on the page. The rest was no longer there. "Should we talk to her?" Harry said. "She still lives in Godric's Hollow. I'm thinking maybe she could help us."

"I can see why you want to go there," I said. "But I don't think she would know where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes."

"Me either," Y/N said with a yawn. "I think we should get some sleep. It's pretty late."

Hermione POV

I was in the bed that Y/N set me in and to be frankly honest... I'm just really scared. We're fighting in a war, we're hunting Horcruxes, and worst of all...

My parents didn't know I existed.

After Ron asking me to obliviate the Death Eaters, it brought back the moment I cast it on them to protect them. But with their memories gone, their love is gone. And it hurt. Y/N's obviously very worried about me and wanted me to rest. He's the only person I have left to love. And I didn't want to lose him.

"Hermione?" I heard someone whisper my name as I turned in my bed. "You okay? Feeling alright?" Y/N asked me.

"No," I had to be honest. He was all I had left. He's my boyfriend and he loves me, so I had to be. I got up in the bed and sat up straight. "You want to talk about it? If you want?" I nodded and raised my arm, asking him to come and cuddle with me. He acknowledged it, climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around me. I started to cry and laid my head on his chest as he rubbed my back and ran his hands in my hair.

"You're thinking about your parents, aren't you?" He asked me. I nodded again and pushed myself on his chest.
"I just miss them a lot, babe," I muttered into his chest. "They don't even know I exist anymore. And if this doesn't work and we die... they'd never remember me. Their daughter that they don't remember."

"Hermione, I understand," He said. "I know you miss them, when this is all said and done, we'll find a way to restore them after the war."

"It's not just that!" I said. "After them, you're the only other person I love and I don't want to lose you. You've been through more threats than me and I don't want to lose you to another. And how can you be so sure that we live?"

He took a deep breath. "Can I trust you with this, Hermione?"

"I can always trust you," I said as I held his hand.

"Okay, since you are wondering how I'm so sure," He took another deep breath. "It's because I saw it. That time in 3rd year with the crystal ball."

The time where he dropped to the ground and seized until I woke him up? How did he know from that?"When you were about to leave, I was reaching for your hand," He said as he held my hands in his. "But it landed on the crystal ball. And I saw many things that happened as of now. It's how I saved Cedric in 4th year. But after all I saw..." He shivered for a moment. "It ended with something I'm very certain that will happen."

"What?" I asked him.

"Us together," He said. "And we were married. I saw a ring on your left hand and the best thing I saw from it... was," He smiled to himself for a moment. "Our daughter."

We would get married? That would be incredible to see in the future. And I would get pregnant? We would have a child?

"We had a daughter?" I asked him with a small smile on my face.

"Yes, and she..." He laughed for a moment. "She was beautiful. Just like her mother. Her name was Alya. And for the few minutes I saw her, I honestly loved her to my heart's extent. She had my eyes and your... well, everything, babe. If you saw her, you would love her the moment you laid eyes on her."

(A/N: Scarlett Estevez as Alya Lovegood-Granger at 12)

I laughed with him and laid down on him. "I'm sure I'll love her the minute she comes into the world." I leaned in to kiss him and sat on his lap. He ran his hands on my back and he rolled us both on the bed so he was above me and kissed me again. "I love you, baby," I said to him as we continued to kiss.

"I love you more, kitten," he said which made me giggle. "You gonna be okay now?"

"Yeah, with you here with me," I said as he fell next to me and I cuddled and hugged him. "Goodnight, love." I kissed his cheek.

"Goodnight, babygirl," He kissed me again and I wrapped my legs around him, falling asleep a while after.

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The next morning, I woke up next to him with his arms pulling me closer to him. I smiled at him and snuggled into him and he hugged me a little tighter and woke up.

"Morning, love," He said as he kissed me. "Are you feeling better?"

"Loads better," I said with a smile as I saw the tattoo on his arm with my name on it, traced my fingers on his arm and kissed him. "Thanks to you. Now we should help Harry figure out our next move."

We both did get up, get ready and joined up with Lana, Harry and Ron as we continued to look through the house. Ron was looking out the window and had spotted something.

"The two clinging to the tree are Death Eaters for sure. Dunno 'bout the bloke on the bench." He said to us. "Can't see us, of course. But we'll have to be careful coming and going. C'mon. There's something else you need to see."

We kept looking through the rooms until we found a door with weird scrawlings and strange symbols. We entered the room and Ron pulled the door shut, finding a sigh on it with some webs saying, "Do Not Enter,".

"Lovely," I muttered to myself. But what was underneath it was interesting...

Without the Express Permission of Regulus Arcturus Black.

"Regulus Arcturus Black...?" Lana said as she gasped and pointed to the initials on the door. "R...A...B..."

"He must have been related to Sirius," Y/N said. "Why has he never talked about him."

Harry had pulled out the note from R.A.B from the fake Horcrux and read it out, "To the Dark Lord," Harry said. "I know I will be dead long before you read this... I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it..."

"But the question is," I asked. "Did he actually destroy the Horcrux?" We were now sitting at the table with loads of old Daily Prophet papers on the table. Harry nodded while Y/N and Lana were reading the Prophet.

"No way..." The twins said.

"What?" we all asked them.

"The prophet..." Y/N said as he passed it to us. A number of titles were addressed on it all bad for Hogwarts and those we cared about.

SEVERUS SNAPE CONFIRMED AS HOGWARTS HEADMASTER

Severus Snape, long-standing Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was today appointed headmaster in the most important of several staffing changes at the ancient school. Following the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher, Alecto Carrows will take over the post while her brother, Amycus, fills the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "I welcome the opportunity to uphold our finest Wizarding traditions and values."

"Isn't Addison supposed to take over as Headmistress again?" Ron asked. "Why is that greasy-haired git headmaster?"

"And two known Death Eaters as teachers?" Lana asked. "Tom must be trying to stop any resistance to him."

"They'll turn DATDA into Dark Arts itself," Y/N said. "And Alecto would tell them that Muggles are lesser and should be treated as so... oh god... Anne and all the Muggle-borns are going to be harassed by them!"

"I hope she'll be okay..." I said. "If the Death Eaters could find Harry with the Trace, they can find her orphanage."

Just then, a shadow came through the kitchen as we all stood up and it scrambled away.

"Stop!" Harry yelled. "I order you!"

He walked towards the figure and dragged a familiar face into the kitchen by the ear. One very familiar house-elf.

"Kreacher..." Ron and Y/N said. Harry, Y/N and Lana scowled at the house-elf as he would use the slurs his masters thought him and he betrayed Sirius.

I was all for the rights for house-elves but Kreacher's actions made me dislike him.

"Been spying on us, have you?" Harry questioned the elf.

"Kreacher has been... watching," The elf sneered. "Kreacher always watches..."

(A/N: legit reminds me of the one in Orlando Universal in Grimmauld Place.)

"Maybe he knows about R.A.B," I suggested. Harry took the suggestion and pulled the locket in front of Kreacher, who was watching it like a pendulum, swaying back and forth.

"Ever seen this before?" Harry asked Kreacher, who grumbled. "Kreacher, I won this place. Sirius left it to me. Which means I own you too."

Kreacher grumbled again, but gave in.

"That was Master Regulus' locket," He said.

"Right," Y/N said. "But there were two, weren't there?" Kreacher looked up at him. "Where's the other one?"

"Kreacher doesn't know where the other locket is," Kreacher responded.

"But was it here?" I asked. "Did you ever see it?"

Kreacher spun quickly towards me and spat, "Filthy Mudblood -- The Death Eaters will soon be coming for you!"

Y/N quickly got out of his seat and ran angrily towards Kreacher and pushed him against the wall.

"Don't... you...dare...," Y/N scowled coldly. "My aunt and uncle won't lay a single finger on her. I'll make sure of it.

"Progeny of Grindelwald..." Kreacher choked out. "Oh, what will my mistress say about Kreacher being threatened... by such a monster?"

"Y/N!" I said as his eye glowed at Kreacher. "Y/N!"

Y/N released Kreacher and glared coldly at him. "Answer her," He said. "And don't call her that."

"Yes," Kreacher complied. "It was here, in this house. A most evil object..."

Now we were getting somewhere. "How do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Before he died, Master Regulus ordered Kreacher to destroy it," Kreacher said. "It was the last thing he asked of Kreacher. But no matter how Kreacher tried, he could not..."

"Where is it now?" Lana asked him. "Did someone take it, Kreacher?"

Kreacher had been nodded. "He came in the night," He said. "He took many things, including the locket."

"Who?" Harry asked him. "Who was it?"

"Mundungus," He replied. "Mundungus Fletcher."

We all looked at each other as Y/N asked Harry for the locket. Harry gave it to him and Y/N walked back to Kreacher and kneeled down.

"You miss Regulus, don't you?" He said to him in a kinder voice. Kreacher had looked at him with what looked like a sad look. "Here," He said as he placed the fake Horcrux in his hand. "Keep it. Let it remind you of the bravery your master showed in defying Tom. and let it give you the bravery he demonstrated." Kreacher took the locket as Lana came to him as well.

"Can you find him?" Lana said kindly. "Fletcher?"

Kreacher had looked and nodded, disappearing with a crack sound.

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Harry POV

We have been waiting hours for Kreacher to return with Mundungus. While we were waiting, Hermione and Lana were skimming through the Prophet finding articles about the new Minister, Pius Thicknesse and how I was Undesirable #1. The twins were Undesirable #2 and #3. Y/N and Ron were keeping watch for the Death Eaters. Moments later, Ron was fiddling with a radio to find a signal and I was studying the Snitch.

"They have flesh memories," Lana said as she was eyeing the golden object.

"She's right," Y/N said. "They're never touched by bare skin until the Seeker captures it. Even the wizard who fabricates it wears gloves. That way, if there's a dispute, the Snitch can identify who first touched it."

"Does it remember me?" I asked them.

The twins nodded. "It might have opened at your touch, since Dumbledore hid something in it."

I wondered at this as the wings flapped, but another crack, Kreacher had come back with Dung and another person who was closing his eyes.

"Kreacher has brought the thief, Mundungus," He said as he and the other figure came into view. And it was none other than Dobby himself.

"Harry Potter! Y/N Lovegood! Lana Lovegood!" The house-elf smiled at us. "So long it's been --" Y/N smiled as he and I saw the house-elf and shook his hand. "How have you been, Dobby?" He asked him.

"Very well, sir!" Dobby said gleefully. "And Dobby has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher!" As he walked towards Lana, she smiled and hugged the house-elf rather than a handshake. "Oh thank you, Lana Lovegood."

"What are you playing at!" Mundungus said. "Setting a pair of bleedin' 'ouse-elves on me!"

"You're the reason Moody is dead," Y/N said to him. "Fair we find you to ask."

"And Dobby was only trying to help!" Dobby cried. "Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. And then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter's name, which Dobby thought was very curious. And then Dobby saw that Kreacher was talking to the thief Mundungus Fletcher, which Dobby thought was very, very --"

"I'm not a thief, you foul little git," Dung said. "I'm a purveyor of rare and wondrous objects --"

"You're a bloody thief," Y/N said.

"Everyone knows it," Ron said as Dobby walked to him. "Master Weasley!" He said to him and shook his hand. "So good to see you again."

"Wicked trainers," Ron said to him.

"Listen," Mundungus said. "I panicked that night, all right? I never volunteered to die for you, mate. Can I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom --"

"Stop lying!" Hermione said as Kreacher grabbed a pan and hit him over the head a couple of times.

"Kreacher, Kreacher!" Y/N and I said to the elf. "That's enough, isn't it?"

"Perhaps one more time, Master Harry and Y/N?" He asked. "For good luck?"

"Uhh, sure, why not?" Y/N said as the elf grinned and hit Dung in the head.

"Piece of advice," Ron said to Dung. "Let's not rehash old times. Got it... mate?"

"When you turned this place over -- don't deny it, arsehole" Y/N said "you found a locket, am I right?"

"Why?" He asked. "Was it valuable?"

"Doesn't matter," Y/N said. "You've still got it."

""No," Ron said. "He's worried he should have got more money for it."

"Wouldn't be difficult, would it? Bleedin' gave it away, din' I?" Dung said. "There I was, pitching me wares in Diagon Alley when some ministry hag comes up and asks to see my license. Says she's of a mind to lock me up and would've, too, she hadn' taken a fancy to that locket."

"Who was she?" I asked. "This Witch?"

"Well, she's right there, isn't she?" He said, pointing to the Prophet. "Bleedin' bow an' all."

"Oh hell no," Lana said as she put her hand on her forehead.

"Don't tell me..." Ron and I said at the same time.

"It is..." Hermione said and looked at Y/N, whose fists tensed up.

"Dolores f***ing Umbridge." He said with another scowl.

"That old hag..."