During the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter walked into the forbidden forest, died, and walked out with crimson eyes as the new vessel of the Dark Lord. Since then, Hermione Granger served as an elite member of the True Order, isolating herself from other Order members and going on missions alone, not only haunted by the loss of her best friend, Harry, but Ron who had run away after the battle.
Three and a half years later, Draco Malfoy shows up with his two year old son on the Order's doorstep seeking to switch sides. Together, Draco and Hermione are forced to deal with not only each other, but their own past and confront who they've become because of the war.
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(Cross-posted) AO3 Tags: Dramione, Voldemort-Wins AU, Enemies-to-lovers, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, slow burn, found family, healthy relationships, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Baby Scorpius, Scorpius Malfoy is a Cinnamon Roll, angst, angst/hurt comfort, angst with happy ending, angst with HEA, HEA, war fic, kid fic, violence, adventure, mystery, partners, action, adventure, female friendships, empowerment, trauma, grief, mental issues, touch-starved Draco Malfoy
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The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived."
Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it."
His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him.
"Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house.
And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words.
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