Lending Destiny a Hand
Disclaimer: All not mine, but as soon as I get rich, I´ll buy it... and a dragon egg... I would LOVE to have one of these!
Spoiler: None really. It is set after "Deathly Hallows" but ignores the epilogue and Dumbledore´s death in book 6, because I couldn´t bear the thought of a world without him. So I guess it´s slightly AU
Rating: T
Summary: After kissing Draco by the grave of her newly deceased husband, Hermione finds herself in hiding, not only from a new love but a new killer. Will Dumbledore be able to help her carry on with her life and fulfill her true destiny, and will Draco be able to save her?
Feedback: Would be great!
Prelude:
Today:
"Seems like Destiny needs a helping hand", Dumbledore mumbled into the soft curls of his beard as he turned away from his crystal ball to face his phoenix.
Fawkes gave him a questioning look.
Dumbledore rolled his eyes. "Time that you burn down in flames again, my friend. You´re not only looking terrible. You´re also getting slow."
Fluffing' himself up indignantly the phoenix chirped as if to say "Fine, if you want to be mean, be mean all on your own" and made efforts to turn his back on the wizard.
"Oh don´t pout, my friend", Dumbledore said, handing Fawkes one of his favourite cookies.
Fawkes chirped again after he ate his cookie. This time he sounded forgiving.
"So," Dumbledore put his hand on his head. "What could we both do to help Hermione and Draco realise that they are meant to be together?"
-DH-
Chapter 1: What lies in a Name
You never know how much power lay in a name before you changed it.
Destiny knew that from experience.
Back in her youth, her name had been Hermione. What a fitting name for the bookish little girl, so insecure about her own feminity, she had been then. But so much had changed since then. She had changed.
And so, Hermione Granger Weasley had become Destiny Quest.
Sometimes, when she caught her reflection in a window, she almost didn´t recognised herself.
Her formerly bushy brown hair had lightened up with the years and it was now arranged in soft curls, the colour of sweet caramel, that fell down to her hips. Her eyes that had always held the sparkle of intelligence had brightened even. Brightened at least in their colour. The former happiness which had filled them almost every day after they defeated Voldemort was gone.
Only three years after their wedding her beloved Ron had been killed with the killing curse by a stranger. Just one day later the Ministry had arrested a fifteen year old boy who claimed to be the murderer of Ron Weasley. Not for one minute had either Hermione or Harry had believed that this kid had been able to kill Ron. They had insisted that the Ministry should continue searching for Ron´s real killer. But the Ministry - being the Ministry - would only claim that the murderer had already been sent to Azkaban.
She had been devastated. For weeks she hadn´t been able to do anything other than lie on the floor of their bedroom and cry her eyes out.
And Harry?
The last time she saw him had been the day of Ron´s funeral and his eyes had been as reddened as hers. Standing in front of the grave, they had hugged and their hearts had beat in the same rhythm of despair.
They had parted after that and just one hour later Hermione Granger Weasley had experienced her last moment of happiness. A happiness she had found in the arms of Draco Malfoy...
TBC