So Speaks the Heart

By: Stephanie Jean Wilson

Pen name: StephanieBlack

Chapter 1

HPOV

She felt a disturbance, or it was the little dream she had but it was as if an alarm went off in her head as her eyes snapped open; she became alert in an instant. Her caramel eyes dilated as she focused them on the ceiling of her room. She could feel everything shift; she thought she heard a muffled scream of her name that could not be right it was just this old house that squeaked all the time. The hours she did not sleep were creeping up on her. Her home was dark and using her ears, she heard nothing what was that then. Maybe her ears were playing tricks on her already, it had to nothing could go wrong here she was protected at least that was what Dumbledore had stated.

End of her Sixth Year:

"They will be safe Hermione, not to worry," the man had stated peering down at her with a smile on his face. She had come to him many times asking or help protecting her family.

"Okay sir, I just don't want anything to happen to them," she sniffed, the man had sensed her sadness, her family was everything to her.

That night he had told them to double shifts around their house, watch them constantly, and make sure that the family stayed safe.

Present:

When had she last seen the group, she tried to search her mind thinking, when had it been. Suck a distant memory right now; estimating it was about a month almost they probably would not recognize her anymore. Even she could not believe how much she had changed. Grabbing her robe she shrugged it on, she had a craving for milk anyway she would just slip downstairs and see what was wrong anyway. It was probably nothing like it always was, but she would go anyway. Besides, you can never be too safe. Beside she could always sense when something was wrong, it was usually just her father bumping into something.

Taking the book that she had fallen asleep reading she placed it gently on her nightstand making sure her bookmark was in place. That was how she fell asleep every night reading it was the only way she did. Sometimes she would get so interested in a book she would not be able to sleep until she finished reading the book. Running a hand through her rat nest hair, she scowled. Her hair was nuisance she hated it above all things. She sighed, man it was early the sun was not even coming up yet. Looking out her window hints of pink could be seen on the horizon. She stood there for a couple seconds, admiring the view. If she had paints right now, she would draw this. It was so completely beautiful, something out of her dreams. A place that only truly happy people get to see.

She loved her room the window opened up onto the roof that had barely a slant and could sit there reading watching the sun set and usually she woke just when the sun was rising and she could sit there. If she had the choice she would sit there forever, it was the only place she knew of complete peace it was her spot a sanctuary. She had always needed a place to be free. Her father had always wanted a son and her mother was never able to give him one. He always tried to get her to do sports but it was simple to say that she just was not a sports girl. Looking at her books stacked in the bookcases around her room, she read a book that was that she was good at. Her mother on the other hand wanted a girl to bath in clothes and have to gossip with but Hermione hated shopping and gossip was disgusting. It had seemed that she had failed both her parents; she knew though that they tried to hide their disappointment in her constantly. It seemed that it would just be better if they showed their disappointment it would not hurt her so much to know they hid it always.

She did not remember when the two boys had last returned a letter she had hoped that she could stay at the Burrow for the last couple of weeks but there was still no word, and her parents were eager to go on their second honeymoon, and ship her over there. It was not like she did not want to go getting there would be awesome. She would then have people to hang out with and talk to instead of staying in her room reading. She had been a little creped out when her parents had told her that they wanted to go on a second honeymoon they weren't 40 yet but they were her parents, she didn't really want to think of what they would be doing on their second honeymoon it was far to disgusting. She had agreed anyway and did not really mind staying home alone, but her parents didn't want her home alone so she had sent word to the Weasley's about staying with them.

Opening her door, she groaned it was so dark; she hated the dark so much. Taking her wand it lit and she walked down the dark hallway. Ever since she was a little girl, the dark had always been scary to her. She liked the light and always had a light on where ever she went, especially when she was alone. Taking the steps downstairs they did not creak she thanked. Watching horror movies she was scared of the creaking of stairs like something spooky was going to pop out of the dark or something was going to grab her from behind.

However, as she took each step down the stairs she knew deep down in her gut that little feeling she got that had awoken her was real and would change her life forever. However, she was indeed naïve, and extremely stupid in some thing's. Nevertheless, this she never saw coming as she walked into the kitchen. The tiles were sparkling white; her mother loved to keep it clean and took such joy in cooking amazing meals here for everyone. She remembered they had spaghetti for supper it was amazing with spicy meatballs. Her mother had promised to talk to her tomorrow about boys and everything it was overdue but sooner later than never. Her mother was excited that she could finally talk to her daughter about something and she would listen and use the information.

She was actually excited about having that talk, having never really dated a boy but Krum and they didn't even date he just took her to the Yule Ball and that was it, they still write to this day. She knew that Ron liked her but she knew she could never return the feelings for he was like a brother to her, just like Harry. Oh poor Harry, he had been taking it so hard since Sirius left, and Voldermort forces had been growing, the time of the final battle was soon approaching.

Glancing towards the living room the doors were closed which meant her parents were in there probably watching a movie, they did it often and she was suppose to leave them when the door was shut. She was still so happy her parents were still in love, it was very adorable they were not that old any way only 36. Both her parents had been about 19 when she was born, though born out of marriage, she had been truly loved, and had never had a hand raised to her. With gentle hands she was raised taught what was right and wrong. Smiling to herself, she was lucky some people would never get to have a great childhood experience.

However, heading back up the stairs she heard the loud thud and turned, there was no mistaking that. She raced to the doors her heart racing as she wretched open the doors. The sight that meets her would plague her for as long as she lived if not more. Shock filled her at the sight before, her once amazing full of memory living room where she had played with her parents as a child was not so happy anymore. In the middle of the floor lay her parents bloody and dead. Tears filled her eyes, she could not believe it. She felt the evil poor into her seeping into every cell of her body like water does to a paper, weighing her down.

Deatheaters was the first word that entered her mind as she looked at them. She dropped her glass and they turned to look at her, anger filled her. The glass shattered sending milk everywhere, and glass skidding across the floor. Heads turned as all eyes were on her.

All the deatheaters grinned as they looked at her, advancing they would find out that they just did the wrong thing to the wrong girl. At first she had felt a sudden sadness it filled her heart weighing it down then anger such anger that she wanted to kill everyone in the world.

Glancing up at them, they watched as her eyes changed, fire consumed the once milky caramel eyes. Such anger that had never been seen before was taking over her; she could feel a cool sensation taking over her, a filling of power. She was going to make sure that they did not make it out of this house no matter what, if she had her way the only way they would get out was in a body bag, tortured like her parents were.

SPOV

They found her there, crying her heart out five bodies mutilated around the room; the once pristine clean living room was smeared and splattered with blood everywhere. It was such a disgusting site it turned your stomach. Dumbledore, Minerva, Snape, other order members and Sirius stood there as she wept over her parent's bodies. Sirius had just arrived back from the veil that night to be welcomed with sadness he had raced with the others to get there as soon as possible. As soon as he had been told that Hermione was in danger he had forgot about being away for years and she became a priority. The veil taken time and turned it back for him but right now he felt old again there was so much pain in this room. His now twenty two year old body felt forty.

"Mommy Daddy, please," she sobbed as she rocked her parent's bodies; blood was all over them and now on her from head to toe. However, everyone eyes were on the sobbing girl, and was it possible for there to be that much blood. Their eyes could not leave the girl that was sobbing so terribly.

Sirius heard a muffled sob from Minerva as she looked at the girl, who would not the girl was heartbroken she just lost her parents the anchor in her life. Looking at the bodies of the deatheaters he could not believe they were cut to smithereens necks slit broken necks what had been done had she done this. For looking at her, you would never think a woman like her would be able to do it. In school, she was always so gentle well except for punching Malfoy, which had been pretty funny, but other than that, she would not hurt a fly.

"Please come back I promise I won't ask for more books, I'll study more, please," she sobbed again. Her brain was fuzzy, her eyesight blurred with the tears she was shedding. This could not be happening, she could not believe it. She could not lose them not now, she needed them so bad right now, they promised. They had told her that they would always be there for her no matter what.

"Hermione," she did not hear the male voice as she held her parents she could not let them go they were everything to her. She let out a scream so loud glass shattered everywhere, but that did not stop her anger as she looked at her parents lifeless bodies. They were her world, they were her everything.

They covered their ears as the earth-shattering scream ripped through the home glass shattered. Finishing screaming she felt better but the emptiness she felt was overwhelming.

"Mommy, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to break the vase it was an accident, I'll buy us a new one just please come back," she moaned her tears drying up, but being replaced by more. This could not be happening this was just a bad dream. Nevertheless, closing her eyes for a second she did not wake up this was real her parents were gone. Moreover, she had just killed people terribly. Still the vivid pictures of what she had done to the bad men were in her head, she couldn't believe the anger that had swept over her, it was as if she couldn't stop what she was doing like she had been taken over by someone else.

"Daddy I'll go into more sports just like you said to let my anger out I will and I'll make you proud," she sobbed more tears consuming her, maybe if she promised to be better they would come back but looking at their still lifeless bodies that was not true.

"Dumbledore what do we do," Minerva asked finally taking hold of the immense tears that had been shed. Dumbledore looked down at her and hung his head, this was bad very bad. He did not know what to do other than take Hermione away from here far away from here, and give her some time to recover. Glancing at Sirius, he swears he saw tears in those once angry eyes. Even Sirius a hard-pressed man had tears; this was truly a sad thing for everyone.

He was just about to speak when Hermione broke out again.

"Its all my fault I'm so sorry I should of came down right away when I sensed it, I'm so sorry, I love you so much please don't leave me I need you so much," she cried out more tears poured down her cheeks, falling on the dead bodies.

"Mommy who am I going to talk about boys with," she sobbed she needed her mother desperately in her life," you said we would have a chat tomorrow, you said you would never leave me."

Sob after sob racked through her. Even when it felt like she had no more strength to sob and cry there was more. She just wished for everything to end.

"Please don't leave me, I want you to be there when I get married and have children, it's too soon," she sobbed. Sirius could not believe it tears were going down his own cheeks never before had he seen something so heart wrenching.

"Hermione," she heard the voice this time and turned, Minerva gasped at the girl.

Her eyes were that of red a deep flaming red ready to scorch anyone that fought against her, her brown hair was in deep currents around her and her face was so smooth but smudged by the tears, and in some spots smeared with blood. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, except for the blood that was splattered on the cheek and the deep cut in her shoulder that they just noticed, and the blood that poured out of it. They watched the jagged would spill out more blood but the girl did not notice. As if her body knew what to do her shoulders was consumed with a white light and were the one deep cut had been was smooth skin. Everyone gaped at it how she had been able to do that.

He walked forward ignoring the hand Dumbledore placed on his arm; he would not let her suffer though this anymore, even though it was possible for him to get hurt for there was power that was for sure. The power that it would take for one's self to heal them was more than what Dumbledore had. He stopped and she looked at him, those wide deep red eyes. He could see flames in her eyes it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Mentally slapping himself he could not believe he had been thinking of that at a time like this.

"Hermione," he said, looking at her brown meeting red.

"Sirius, it's you," she said, she was so captivated like she could not look away. He reached a hand up and stroked her wet cheek he watched as her eyes slowly faded from its red color to the creamy caramel. There were those eyes that were so intoxicating.

"Its okay," he said as bent down and he opened his arms, he watched her look at her parents than him. Looking at her parents he quickly looked away it was as if they had been stabbed over and over again. Like deciding if, it was time to let go. Slowly she etched from her parents kissing them on the head one last time before she hesitantly went into his arms. He picked her up taking her legs under his other arm and holding her close to his body.

Once she did, she knew she did the right thing; his arms were so warm, and welcoming. Soon she was lifted off the ground and away from her parents. The warm breathe on her neck slowly lulled her to sleep as the steady beat of a heart remembered her that she was safe. She let the deep smell of him surround her as she closed her eyes feeling immense exhaustion. Hoping just hoping he would not be a dream. He ignored the blood that would stain his clothes she was more important. He needed to get her away from here soon, and back to headquarters.

As he entered, headquarters noises erupted from the meeting room, as everyone was exiting talking.

"Shut up," he sneered, instantly everyone went silent as they all looked at the body in his arms and the anger in his face," she's asleep."

Everyone looked at the figure in his arms covered by his cloak. He had made sure before him apparated to take his cloak and put it over her so that no one would see her covered in blood. In addition, it would seem that she had fallen asleep, she looked at peace.

"Poor girl take her up to your room Sirius," Molly said walking to the girl to touch her head but snapped her hand back as if she had been burnt.

"Don't touch her," Dumbledore said," we have to be very careful who touches her we can't give her a shock not after this."

"What about Sirius here who's holding her," Ron snarled, everyone knew of the little crush that he had developed over her, and the blows of the fact that never once did Hermione show affection more than brotherly towards him. Everyone had to pity him for it.

"She trusts him right now, Sirius takes her up," Dumbledore said as the twinkle in his eyes disappeared. He nodded as he headed up the stairs. This was turning out to be the most terrible night ever.

However, as he laid her down on his bed, he thought of an idea. She needed rest and she would get it, taking a flask out of his pocket, he poured it down her throat. Dumbledore had given it to him because they did not know how well he would sleep tonight.

With a flick of his wand she was clean and in suitable sleeping attire, he though.

"Sleep well Hermione," he whispered into her ear as he pulled the covers up and left her leaving the door open a couple of inches, and headed downstairs. It was going to be an even longer night by the sounds that he was walking to. God how did the night get so bad. When he had been discovered he had thought that tonight would be amazing but it turned into a bloodbath.

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Hope you like this story, I had written another one on my laptop but I lost it.

It was emotional at the beginning I even cried hard, but I lost it, which sucks because I know it would have made you cry to. Well I hope you all like this story as much as Unfair Love or Complete Bliss. Read Review and Enjoy!

Thanks

Steph