A/N- I blame the computer! Really! It is the only reason this took me so long- taking this down, re-posting and every thing. By the way: Cat Samwise and anna are the same person- me, so don't worry about that.
I'm sorry if there are still tipoes.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (except the children)- J K Rowling does.
The End & The Beginning - part one.
There was a knock on the door.
Mrs. Granger went to see who it was, wandering who could come so late at night.
She gasped.
Mrs. Granger had never seen anyone like the man in front of her; he was tall and dark haired. She could tell he wasn't more then 20 years old. His clothes were stained with blood and soaked in mud. The man was leaning on a broomstick and there was a beautiful white owl flying around him. On top of it all, Mrs. Granger could see the pain in his eyes.
'Can I see Hermione, please?' He said with great effort.
Hermione, Mrs. Granger's daughter, had finished Hogwarts, School for Witchcraft and Wizardy about a year before and was currently staying with a friend from school (someone Mrs. Granger didn't know) because of something that had happened at school (Mrs. Granger didn't know what either).
'Hermione isn't here.' Mrs. Granger responded.
She could see the young man couldn't stand on his feet for much longer, and she didn't think it would be very polite to let him faint on her threshold, so she helped him to the living room where he half sat, half collapsed on the couch.
'Please...' He said weakly, 'Write to her... to come here... with my owl... as fast as she can...' And he fainted.
For some reason Mrs. Granger trusted the fainted man on her couch, and she did as he asked.
It was a quiet spring morning, and besides Ginny, the children, Mrs. Weasley and herself, there was no one home. Everyone was busy because of the final defeat of Lord Voldemort.
Hermione should've been happy, but she wasn't. All she could think about was Harry. So she was sitting there, on the garden bench, fingering the ring he had given her two nights before he left, and thinking about that night again.
She and Harry had been in the Gryffindor common room sitting, as always, by the fire. At that particular moment Hermione was in Harry's lap. They were kissing.
Harry broke their kiss to catch his breath, and then he looked at her-
'Marry me.' He said, as if making a statement and not asking her a question.
'Harry,' She said looking at him with a little smile, 'we've been over this. Not yet, we're too young.'
'Hermione,' He said, 'I want to give you a promise, I want to swear to you I'll always love you... please?' There was a pleading in his eyes Hermione couldn't resist.
'O.K. wise guy,' She said with a grin, 'Now what are you going to do about it, ha?'
Two hours later they were standing in front of a muggle chapel in a small muggle town.
'Harry,' She said, 'We're too young and we don't have our parents' permission, they won't marry us.'
'Don't worry.' He said.
In the chapel, Harry lied like hell, telling the minister they were both orphans and other dumb things. Somehow he managed to convince them.
The ceremony was rather quick, in Hermione's opinion, but Harry was saying the most beautiful things. So beautiful that even the minister's assistant cried.
Outside the chapel Harry leaned to kiss her. Hermione remembered that kiss; he had never kissed her like that. She felt his need for her, his lust, his happiness, his sorrow, Hermione thought then that he was kissing her as if it was their last kiss, little did she know back then it almost was.
When Harry broke their kiss Hermione couldn't help herself, and cried.
Hermione remembered how he rented a hotel room for them; she remembered how he touched her that night, he was tender and caring and a million other things. Hermione couldn't help crying every time she thought of that night. No one ever touched her that way before; no one ever called her name like that. Their teachers yelled at them for disappearing for a day and a night, but Harry managed to calm them down and explain without telling them anything.
Hermione also remembered the day he left, it was more than a year and a half now, but she remembered. She remembered how he kissed her goodbye with that kiss that made her cry… How he promised to come back...
Hermione looked up at the bright blue sky with red eyes, thinking about where he may be, or if he was O.K. She was thinking of how she wanted to be in his arms again. All of the sudden she saw it: a white point moving in her direction.
She jumped, 'Hedwig,' she exclaimed, 'Harry...'
The white owl flew closer to her and dropped an envelope in Hermione's hands. Hedwig seated herself on the bench and looked intensely at Hermione.
'What's wrong?' Hermione asked, opening the letter with a smile, which quickly faded.
'Dear Hermoine- '
It said with her mother's handwriting.
'A very strange thing happened the other night. A wounded man came looking for you; he was dirty and weak. The only thing he managed to say, before he fainted, was that you have to come home.
Your father doesn't like it at all, but for some reason, I trust him.
I have a strong suspicion the man on our couch doesn't have much time.
Do what you think is right.
Love, Mom.'
Hermione gave a quick look at Hadwig and ran to the house.
'Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley,' She cried, 'Come here quick!'
'What happened, dear?' Asked Mrs. Weasley, coming out of the living room.
Hermione gave her the letter. Mrs. Weasley was extremely quiet.
'You take the kids,' said Hermione. 'Send them to my house with Ron and Ginny. They should take a car or a bus or anything- whatever is faster. I'm going to take floo powder...' She stopped for a moment and started crying, 'Oh, Mrs. Weasley, he can't be dying... he can't die... he can't...'
Mrs. Weasley didn't say anything; she hugged Hermione and gave her the powder.
P.S.
Did those roses came out? Please tell me O.K.?