Title: Through the Blood as Thick as Water
Author: Eternally-Immortal
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or related objects. I think that is obvious enough because here I am typing this fanfic and not making millions. I also do not own the opening song. It is Prayer by Disturbed.
Summary: It seems that the world is falling around Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Everything is going wrong and nothing could ever look full of live and happiness again. As the two drown in their depressions, they realize that the only way to ever surface again is to rely on each other for strength.
Author's Notes: Well, I am hoping that everyone enjoys this fic. I haven't written in awhile so I don't know how it is going to turn out, bad, good, or otherwise. It is all up to my reviewers.
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Another dream that will never come true
Just to compliment your sorrow
Another life that I've taken from you
A gift to add on to your pain and suffering
Another truth you can never believe
Has crippled you completely
All the cries you're beginning to hear
Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening
Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything away
Another nightmare about to come true
Will manifest tomorrow
Another love that I've taken from you
Lost in time, on the edge of suffering
Another taste of the evil I breathe
Will level you completely
Bring to life everything that you fear
Live in the dark, and the world is threatening
Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything away
Return to me
Return to me
Return to me
Turn to me
Leave me no one
Turn to me
Return to me
Return to me
Turn to me
Cast aside
Return to Me
Return to me
Return to me
Turn to me
Leave me no one
Turn to me
Return to me
Return to me
You make me turn away
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything from you
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything away
~Prayer by Disturbed
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Chapter 1
What Hermione Thinks.
It is always hard to understand that you are alone in the world, but at some point, you get used to the fact. If that is ever possible. This was the part where I tried to understand that I was alone in the world with that of my parents deaths last year due to a horrific plane crash that took place. I relate my feelings to the five steps of accepting death and depression as I so eloquently put it; shock, denial, guilt, anger, and acceptance. At this moment I am in denial.
The house is deathly quiet as I walk down the halls dragging my hand across the walls. All that I can hear is my own ragged breathing. I pass my parents bedroom and peer into the double doors like peering into a pair of eyes, down to their soul. At some point in time, I stop and cock my head back to the door. I slowly turn my body around and begin walking back to the doors.
Those doors, they towered over my small height and I followed the frame of the door up to the ceiling. I then looked back down to the open doors and walked through them for the first time in weeks. To be absolutely frank, it was like walking into another world. Light flooded over me like a wave crashing onto the beach. It was a different reality then I had been used to; the darkened house, the quietness of everything. My feet lead me to the dresser where I lifted off a picture of me at a younger age, my mother, and my father. Silent tears streamed down my face as I gazed at the three of us together. It was a sight that would never happen again.
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I sat in my bedroom looking through numerous amounts of photo albums that I was taking out of a box that I found in my parents' room. I had just finished the fourth one and I wiped my tears away and reached for the next album. The book that my hand wrapped around was smaller than the rest and when I brought it out of the box, it said Journal on the front. My eyebrows rose in interest and I untied the crimson silk ribbon that held the book closed. The spine cracked slightly as I opened the book and I stared down at the first page.
October 24, 2000
Dear Journal, My daughter left me last month to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as I think of it, a smile spreads across my face. She is my only child and I am so proud of her. I know she is a smart child, well rather a brilliant child and I could not have asked for anything else from her. Hermione, my little girl, has already sent me and her father three letters. Her first about what House she got into and her other two being that she missed us so much.
Hermione is the joy in my eyes and her father's. Not only because she is the only child we ever can have, but because I love to wake up every morning to see her smiling face. She is my sunrise, my mid-day, and my evening moon and I love her dearly. One day I will pass this journal onto her to understand how proud her father and I are of her, how proud I am of her. She knows I love her and nothing else matters...
Always and forever, Anne
The page started to become water-spotted as my endless tears streamed down my face and hit the page. I quickly closed the journal and laid it gently on the bed. I sat entranced with the wall in front of me as I continued to cry, the tears coming much faster this time. I stood up and walked over to my dresser and pushed all of my pictures of my family and me onto the floor. I did the same to the things on the end tables beside my bed and then I stood in front of the full length mirror.
I stared at my face in the mirror, tear-stained and drained of life. I squinted my eyes in desperation to see another image, but I didn't. A growl rose in my throat and slammed my fist into the mirror, shattering it to pieces. I was breathing heavily and my fist stayed where it collided with the mirror. Some minutes later, as I saw the blood dripping down the frame of the mirror and down the white room, soon coming in contact with the tan rug, I pulled my fist away. I examined my injury carefully. The skin across my knuckles was split and shards of glass were embedded in the broken flesh.
I walked into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the cold water. I opened my clenched fist and let the cold water fall over it. It was as if I didn't feel the pain of the open wound having the cold water wash through it like rain washing through a canyon. I didn't flinch or anything of sort as I took the tweezers to the wound to pull out the pieces of glass. I worked carefully and cautiously and once I was done, I wrapped the injury in heavy gauze and exited the bathroom.
I looked around my now destroyed room. So, this was my life now? I suppose so, but how could I be accepting it so quickly? I remembered the tears streaming down my face after I had read my late mother's entry, it must have been guilt. I looked at the pictures and personal belongings that were now scattered about the floor and the broken mirror from my rage, that was my anger. Now I accepted it and I guess that was all that was left..accepting and getting over it.
Little did my naïve mind know..
~*~
Author's Notes End: I know that this is short, but the first and second chapters will be short due to the fact that they are just relying to you feeling from Draco and Hermione. I hope you enjoyed this though and they only way I will know is if you review. *Sits in computer chair, quite nervous, and awaits reviews.*
Author: Eternally-Immortal
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or related objects. I think that is obvious enough because here I am typing this fanfic and not making millions. I also do not own the opening song. It is Prayer by Disturbed.
Summary: It seems that the world is falling around Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Everything is going wrong and nothing could ever look full of live and happiness again. As the two drown in their depressions, they realize that the only way to ever surface again is to rely on each other for strength.
Author's Notes: Well, I am hoping that everyone enjoys this fic. I haven't written in awhile so I don't know how it is going to turn out, bad, good, or otherwise. It is all up to my reviewers.
~*~
Another dream that will never come true
Just to compliment your sorrow
Another life that I've taken from you
A gift to add on to your pain and suffering
Another truth you can never believe
Has crippled you completely
All the cries you're beginning to hear
Trapped in your mind, and the sound is deafening
Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything away
Another nightmare about to come true
Will manifest tomorrow
Another love that I've taken from you
Lost in time, on the edge of suffering
Another taste of the evil I breathe
Will level you completely
Bring to life everything that you fear
Live in the dark, and the world is threatening
Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything away
Return to me
Return to me
Return to me
Turn to me
Leave me no one
Turn to me
Return to me
Return to me
Turn to me
Cast aside
Return to Me
Return to me
Return to me
Turn to me
Leave me no one
Turn to me
Return to me
Return to me
You make me turn away
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything from you
Living just isn't hard enough
Burn me a light inside
Living my life's not hard enough
Take everything away
~Prayer by Disturbed
~*~
Chapter 1
What Hermione Thinks.
It is always hard to understand that you are alone in the world, but at some point, you get used to the fact. If that is ever possible. This was the part where I tried to understand that I was alone in the world with that of my parents deaths last year due to a horrific plane crash that took place. I relate my feelings to the five steps of accepting death and depression as I so eloquently put it; shock, denial, guilt, anger, and acceptance. At this moment I am in denial.
The house is deathly quiet as I walk down the halls dragging my hand across the walls. All that I can hear is my own ragged breathing. I pass my parents bedroom and peer into the double doors like peering into a pair of eyes, down to their soul. At some point in time, I stop and cock my head back to the door. I slowly turn my body around and begin walking back to the doors.
Those doors, they towered over my small height and I followed the frame of the door up to the ceiling. I then looked back down to the open doors and walked through them for the first time in weeks. To be absolutely frank, it was like walking into another world. Light flooded over me like a wave crashing onto the beach. It was a different reality then I had been used to; the darkened house, the quietness of everything. My feet lead me to the dresser where I lifted off a picture of me at a younger age, my mother, and my father. Silent tears streamed down my face as I gazed at the three of us together. It was a sight that would never happen again.
~*~
I sat in my bedroom looking through numerous amounts of photo albums that I was taking out of a box that I found in my parents' room. I had just finished the fourth one and I wiped my tears away and reached for the next album. The book that my hand wrapped around was smaller than the rest and when I brought it out of the box, it said Journal on the front. My eyebrows rose in interest and I untied the crimson silk ribbon that held the book closed. The spine cracked slightly as I opened the book and I stared down at the first page.
October 24, 2000
Dear Journal, My daughter left me last month to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and as I think of it, a smile spreads across my face. She is my only child and I am so proud of her. I know she is a smart child, well rather a brilliant child and I could not have asked for anything else from her. Hermione, my little girl, has already sent me and her father three letters. Her first about what House she got into and her other two being that she missed us so much.
Hermione is the joy in my eyes and her father's. Not only because she is the only child we ever can have, but because I love to wake up every morning to see her smiling face. She is my sunrise, my mid-day, and my evening moon and I love her dearly. One day I will pass this journal onto her to understand how proud her father and I are of her, how proud I am of her. She knows I love her and nothing else matters...
Always and forever, Anne
The page started to become water-spotted as my endless tears streamed down my face and hit the page. I quickly closed the journal and laid it gently on the bed. I sat entranced with the wall in front of me as I continued to cry, the tears coming much faster this time. I stood up and walked over to my dresser and pushed all of my pictures of my family and me onto the floor. I did the same to the things on the end tables beside my bed and then I stood in front of the full length mirror.
I stared at my face in the mirror, tear-stained and drained of life. I squinted my eyes in desperation to see another image, but I didn't. A growl rose in my throat and slammed my fist into the mirror, shattering it to pieces. I was breathing heavily and my fist stayed where it collided with the mirror. Some minutes later, as I saw the blood dripping down the frame of the mirror and down the white room, soon coming in contact with the tan rug, I pulled my fist away. I examined my injury carefully. The skin across my knuckles was split and shards of glass were embedded in the broken flesh.
I walked into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the cold water. I opened my clenched fist and let the cold water fall over it. It was as if I didn't feel the pain of the open wound having the cold water wash through it like rain washing through a canyon. I didn't flinch or anything of sort as I took the tweezers to the wound to pull out the pieces of glass. I worked carefully and cautiously and once I was done, I wrapped the injury in heavy gauze and exited the bathroom.
I looked around my now destroyed room. So, this was my life now? I suppose so, but how could I be accepting it so quickly? I remembered the tears streaming down my face after I had read my late mother's entry, it must have been guilt. I looked at the pictures and personal belongings that were now scattered about the floor and the broken mirror from my rage, that was my anger. Now I accepted it and I guess that was all that was left..accepting and getting over it.
Little did my naïve mind know..
~*~
Author's Notes End: I know that this is short, but the first and second chapters will be short due to the fact that they are just relying to you feeling from Draco and Hermione. I hope you enjoyed this though and they only way I will know is if you review. *Sits in computer chair, quite nervous, and awaits reviews.*