A/N: Here's a story I guess you could say was complied from several different fan fics I've read over the months…particularly like one called Right and Easy by Harmonykate…though it is definitely not just like mine! I promise!! Hee hee! Well here you go!!

Heres my story Return of a Hero…

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10 years. It had been 10 years since her and Ron had wed. 10 years their first child had been born.

10 years since Harry Potter left.

“Guess what, Harry?!” Hermione approached him excitedly while he was attempting to study.

“What?” Harry asked looking up.

Ron came over and put and arm around his girlfriends shoulders. “We're getting married. I'm pregnant.”

Harry's grin fell, “What?” He was in shock but recovered quickly, “I mean, wow, uh…that's great.” Ron smiled, “Thanks mate.” He slapped him on the back.

Harry had realized earlier that year, after the final battle, that he was deeply and crazily in love with his best friend: Hermione. He was with Ginny them, but he was going to tell Hermione how he felt anyway that night. But he didn't. Hermione was busy kissing Ron and hugging Harry. Now they were getting married. Great. Wonderful.

“Harry?” Hermione called pulling him out of thought. “Yeah? I'm sorry, just dazed a bit.”

Earlier that day he'd been offered a chance to do some investigate work in America for the Ministry. He thought he'd say no, but now… “Guys, that's great. I have good news, too! I've been offered a big job in America; I'm going to take it!”

“Oi! That's great, Harry!” Ron exclaimed.

2 Weeks Later…

“So when will we see you? It's only for a few months, right?” Hermione asked him as he packed his bags in the boot of the car.

“I...I...dunno, Hermione.” He didn't want to tell her he probably wasn't coming back. He needed to get out of the way of his friends relationship before he did something crazy he'd regret. “But, yea, a couple months.”

Hermione's face fell, “I'll miss you.”

“I'll miss you, too…I'll write.” He said, hating he just made a promise he probably couldn't keep.

She hugged him goodbye.

10 years had gone by: nothing. She had gotten one letter after he first moved, then; nothing. Until one day a few months ago when they received a certified message by owl.

“Mum we got mail!” Gabriella yelled.

Hermione smiled, “Thanks, Gabby!” She took the message from the owl's leg and untied it.

In perfect penmanship it wrote:

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley:

I am terribly sorry to inform you that your dear friend, Harry James Potter has been killed while on duty in America. We are sorry for your loss, and send our regards.

Minister Kingsley

“NO!” Hermione exclaimed collapsing to the ground on her knees. “No…” She said crying hysterically and clutching the letter in her hand.

“Mum?” Gabriella asked frantically. When her mother didn't respond and continued crying, she ran to get her dad.

“Mum…she read a letter, she started crying and yelling `no'. She won't answer me, she collapsed to the ground!” Ron ran into the kitchen to find his wife looking exactly as she had described. She was shaking and crying harder than she had in her whole life, some moments so hard you couldn't hear the sobs. Her hair was falling out of its bun.

“Hermione…what's wrong? What's happened?” She continued crying, handing him the note. He took the letter from her shaking hand and read it. All the color drained from his face. He just stood there, not saying a word.

“Dad?” Gabriella asked, “Dad? What's wrong???!!” She frantically questioned.

“Go to your room, Gabriella.” He said softly.

“But-” She tried to protest.

“Go!” He yelled. Gabriella ran to her room. Ron bent down and held his wife, she pulled away and continued hysterically crying.

From then on, Hermione was never the same. She hadn't known where he was all those years, hadn't heard from him. And now he's gone. Really gone. She had realized she was in love with him long before Ron and she had started dating. But he was with Ginny then, and she knew that he didn't love her. And besides, Ron had kept her happy all these years. Don't lie to yourself Hermione, he's always drunk…he's abusive…But she had a 10 year old daughter to worry about, Gabriella.

“Mum?” A soft voice called, pulling her out of her gazing thoughts.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Gabby.” She apologized.

“Are you okay?” Gabriella asked, worried.

“I'm fine, dear.” Hermione lied, faking a smile.

Ron looked at his wife, “Are you sure? Wait…is it?”

She simply nodded, “Yes.”

Gabby was confused. For as long as she could remember, her parents had talked about some secret topic or something. It had gotten worse in the past few months, after the letter arrived. The letter that had her mother falling to the ground in hysterical tears. Her mother hadn't done anything for days; but cry, sit and stare. Gabriella had asked her dad what was wrong, but her dad refused to tell her. “I can't tell you, Gabriella, but don't ever, ever talk about this around or to your mum.” He had told her. She had agreed; reluctantly and frustrated.

“Gabby, are you coming to the grocery?” Hermione called from the next room.

“Yeah, Mum, I'm coming!” She yelled, grabbing her coat and running to the door. They were going to a Muggle Grocery. They lived in Muggle London, because Hermione liked it better; though Ron hated it.

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Hermione and Gabriella were walking through the store, having their usual argument.

“Mum, please, can we get…”

“No.”

“But-”

“No.”

“Please!” Gabriella pleaded.

“Let her.” A male voice came from about 15 feet away. Gabby looked at him confused, but smiling. She glanced to her mom, who was absolutely frozen, her brown eyes huge, shaking, and her heart beating fast.

There, standing a relatively far distance away from them was a man. Raven black hair, electric green eyes, scar…baggy jeans and a navy Polo shirt. She gasped.

It was none other than Harry Potter.