Prelude

The war was over. Harry was dead. Voldemort won. So it should have ended there, right? Wrong. Or at least that's what Hermione believed. She lost every thing she loved during that war. Ron and Harry were dead. After the news broke out everyone surrendered, except Hermione. She dissapeared into thin air, her grief taking her far away. Much to the displeasement of a certain blonde. So when she comes back after all these years, he's there, ready to snatch her up so that she will never slip through his fingers again.