An:/ Well guys, heres to chapter two! Thanks to all the follows I received! Updates may be sporadic until I can figure out the best time to write with my schedule. I just wanted to point out that the Harry Potter time line has been moved up to comply with the vampire diaries time line. I may have use of technology not present in the 90s so we will see.

When my Muse first approached me with this story line, I assumed she had a little more for me to work with. I was wrong, this story as of yet only has a general idea, no direction, no pairings as of yet, though several will be hinted at. Please bear with me, and offer any ideas you may have. While I wish this story to go further, as of right now I know that I mainly want to get to the title's punchline. Should be around chapter 15?

"Uh Come again?" Draco sputtered at her.

"I know where I have to go next? I mean obviously right?" Hermione asked picking herself up to head back to the Weasley's. The sun had long since set, but the skies were just then beginning to transition to the dark of the night rather than the light of dusk, and a good hour had passed since the incident. Hermione reasoned that that was enough time for both her and Molly to have calmed down, and while she had understood Molly's outburst was from a place of grief and possibly her own guilt, they both needed the chance to think about those words. To be honest she didn't really want to think about facing Molly yet, but now she was on a mission and it needed to happen, she had to pack after all.

"Hermione I'm not so sure thats the best idea." Draco wasn't sure why he was trying to argue the point as he jumped in front of her path. Hermione smirked shaking her head. Draco recognized that look, it was a look he never thought he'd see again. Determination, fire, and life. Life... that sure was a surprise.

"You're right, it's not. But it is an idea that I plan to pursue. Question is are you going to join me?" they had resumed walking, Draco just a pace or two behind her.

"Why do you want to find Damon so badly? Prat kind of just up and left when we needed him."
"Exactly, thats why I'd like to punch him in the face. Among other reasons." Draco grabbed Hermione by the arm at this. Gently, but enough that she was now looking straight at him.

"What?" She asked innocently

"Why?" he defied

"Ah so he compelled you too then? Alright I'll explain. Our little spell? Killed his compulsion, not sure how, but it did. Our spell works in two parts, you never got the first part so I can't help you there..." Hermione trailed off mumbling slightly to herself until Draco's snapping fingers flew up in front of her face.

"Granger! I think its your turn to tell a story."
"Oh this one will be much shorter I assure you. Damon for whatever reason got way too much into his own head. I am guessing he compelled us all to not notice his absence. Let him leave quickly and quietly, continuing on with our "Epic quest to kill Lord Moldy Tart" though Damon's wording was a little more exact, he didn't compel us to forget about him, but act as if he had, and judging by the confused look on your face when you argued with me not to look for him, I think it is safe to assume that he wanted to be sure we followed through on his compulsion ... I'm a little foggy on that part..." Her confident story faltered at the end. Confusion, Damon always was confusing to her.

"I'm confused why this means tracking him down across the pond to punch him in the face rather than curse his name and move on with it."
"Because I am part of the reason he thought too hard and chose the dumb decision." Hermione said resuming her walk. Draco tried to call to her but she just held her hand over her head, flicking her wrist, shooing the topic off. It was time to face the music.

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"YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME ALONE IN THIS STATE!" Ginny was frightening when she talked like this. She wasn't screaming, her voice was barely above a whisper, but it might have well been a howler in its intensity. Her face was set in a deadly stare, and only Ginny could make resting her hands round a 5 and a half month baby bump look just as menacing as the rest of her looked. Ginerva Weasley was not a force you wanted to find yourself against, and pregnancy only made it worse. The only witch brave enough to defy her to her face was her best friend. Maybe its because Hermione had been someone Ginny could look up to most of her Hogwarts life. Maybe it was because of the numerous bonds that formed before, during, and after the war. Possibly it was because Hermione and Ginny were cut from the same cloth in some ways ways, as you know the only thing scarier than a pissed off Ginny is a pissed off Hermione. Could anyone really hold a candle to the very girl who held a woman captive in her Animagus Beetle form for months on end while also being hailed as the brightest witch of her age?

"Ginny, I have to go. It's really important that I find this guy." Hermione drawled sending her best disarming look Ginny's way. I am telling you, These two women, They get each other, They understand each other best , and so Ginny instantly changed tactic, sensing the loss of her first. She softened up her appearance and eyes, loosened up her stance, "But Hermiooonnnneeee. The baby..." She whined a little
"Is not due for another 4 months. I'll be here! But this is important... Ginny, Damon was with us on the Horcrux hunt. Hes an important friend, and I just found out he's gone on to do something big. He needs support, and I guess I owe him one." Hermione's voice took on a slightly different tone as she talked about Damon, almost undetectable, however Ginny's ears definitely picked the change up.
"Hermione Granger, as mother of your future god child, Best friend, and sister, I think I'm going to have to demand a better explanation!" Ginny demanded, though her tone slightly more playful now, a knowing smile gracing her lips. Hermione sighed in defeat

"You are impossible, you know that right? Nothing happened there. I may have had a thing for him, but in all honesty right now I just feel the need to reconnect. I am angry as hell at the bloke. I want to give him a piece of my mind thats for sure. Introduce him to my fist. However I also just really miss him right now. Yesterday I thought that the people I was closest to were all dead. Today I remember. I remember Draco, and I remember Damon, and I really need the comfort of my boys. I really need Harry and Ron... No one can replace them. No one. But Damon and Draco both came to be my guys too. Am I making sense or just rambling?" Hermione asked tears starting to stream down her face. Ginny placed her hand on Hermione's shoulder and brought her in closer. Stroking her hair and rubbing soothing circles into her back.
" I think I follow hun. I understand you." She whispered as she hugged the older girl just a bit tighter.

"I'll be back soon, I promise. I just... I need something to distract my mind. I need to look forward to something. I'll be back for the birth of your child though, I promise."
"Damn right you will be! But before you leave I am going to have to have you do a bit of Magic for me."
"What do you need?" Hermione asked prompting Ginny to jump up quickly. Scurring over to her jewelry box Ginny pulled out two sets of earring studs. One set beautiful Red stones, the other yellow glass beads. First she grabbed the yellow earrings.

"I want you to bewitch these like the DA coins, only when I indicate to mine that it is time, make them glow and slightly vibrate." She said handing the pair to Hermione. "I keep one and you keep one." Next Ginny grabbed the Red stone studs. "These two will be tied to each other's locations. I want a portkey to you and a port key to me."
"Ginny it is not safe to Portkey pregnant!"
"Safer than Apperation! And besides its only a danger after 8 months. If I need to come to you for any reason I can, quickly and safely, and you can do the same for me. Cross continent portkeys are tricky and take a little more time than normal portkeys but I believe that with your strength and brains you can make the best cross continent portkey ever know to wizards."
"I did recently read a book on making portkeys. Saw a few things in the long distance portkey section I instantly thought could be improved upon. I do think I can make a fine portkey for us."
"...You Read a book... On portkeys...?" Ginny asked incredulously
"light informational reading to distract me as well as pass the time!"
"Right, well, at least that works out in our favor!"

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The next morning found Ginny sound asleep on Hermione's bed while Hermione was passed out hunched over her desk. It had been a late night and she fell asleep while attending to her work. The Yellow Glass Studs had been easy enough and tested 3 times. Inducing one instance where Hermione Apperated as far away as she could waited 5 minutes, and received the 'Call' from Ginny to return home. To test the Portkeys however, she would need to ask Arthur. Being a ministry worker, he knew the spells necessary to identify a spell cast upon an object, test the spells strength and efficiency, and as an added bonus Arthur could also legally authorize its existence.

And of course, this is Hermione's magic we are talking about, after just a few minor alterations and mistake corrections by Arthur, the Red Stone Studs were also complete.

As Hermione and Ginny fastened one of each earning in their lobes Molly quietly motioned Hermione to follow her. Sighing Hermione looked at Ginny with a sad smile and followed the elder ginger out of the house to an old rickety bench swing. Molly sat down and began to rub her hands in a nervous fashion. She looked up at Hermione in shame as tears collected in her eyes. Clearly searching for the right words, Hermione decided to jump in and take the start

"Molly, really you don't have to say anything, I understand. I still love you so much. Much more than I can put into words. You and Arthur are like Parents to me. And... after my own parents... You're all I have left. Honestly I don't hold your words against you." Hermione choked out the last few sentences of her speil. About a week after she settled her parents in Australia and left for god knows how long, the fears that prompted her to obliviate herself from their memories came true. She wasn't sure how they were found, but a week later Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, dentists starting their new practice in Austraila after having just arrived from Framlingham, Suffolk were found Murdered in their homes in an apparent home invasion robbery. Of course Mr. and Mrs. Taylor with no children to survive them, weren't targeted for their belongings. They were Targeted for identities they didn't know where theirs. Mr and Mrs granger died not knowing their own child existed.

"No. Hermione no. I need to apologize. I do not wish you dead. I never wish you had died... I don't even know what prompted me to say such a thing... I let my grief turn me into a monster for the briefest of moments, and wish so badly I could just take it all back. I once thought that you'd legally become my daughter. I thought I'd get to see a little girl with your face, Ron's eyes, and curly ginger hair... It hurts to know that will never come to pass but I am grateful to still have you. I am grateful you survived. Please forgive my horrible words. I am not sure I can." Molly was full on sobbing at this point. A sad smile grace hermione's lips as she pulled Molly in close and began to slowly rock the swing bench they sat on.

An:/ Well Guys what did you think? Hermione arrives in America next chapter! Will Damon make an appearance? Lets see shall we? Please please please Review, Ideas are always welcome, and constructive criticism is greeted with appreciation. Until next time! Ta.