Chapter One: Haunted

She was haunted by the memories.

The Second Great Wizarding War may have been over but she was still haunted. The cries of the fallen heroes and enemies remained fresh as she turned to look at the clock on her nightstand. It was 11:30 at night; Harry should have been back from the Auror's meeting an hour prior. Getting up from her comfortable bed, Hermione went downstairs.

The light was still on.

Making her way towards the living room, Hermione let out a soft sigh. Harry was home. She wrapped her arms around him breathing in his scent. He was shaking too.

Silently she whispered in his ear "It's okay."

He looked back at her and smiled, wrapping his arms around her. Letting her memories fade away she relaxed into his embrace as he whispered back "I know."