Mending The Broken
A Harry Potter fanfiction
A/N:
Hello, I'm a writer in fanfiction obviously. After reading the DH, I wondered how Hermione is happy and normal instead of bieng broken like you'd expect her to be after being totured by Bellatrix like that. I also wondered how Hermione would be if she ended up with Fred or George instead of Ron. I've actually got nothing against Ron, I just think he would be better of as Hermione's bestfriend. I still have not gotten over Fred's death, so this story is going to be in the "Fred lives" universe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The characters belong to J.K Rowling. Only the plot is mine.
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Chapter 1
Hermione's parents and very few real friends always told her that she was an extraordinary actor, but that was before her adventures in Hogwarts began. She thought that she could finally be herself in Hogwarts. That people would accept her for who she was but she still got bullied. Either for her looks, or for her love of books and learning. Since people already knew the real Hermione, she hid her pain. Acted like those insults didn't get to her. But in reality they did. Slowly her self-esteem just went lower and lower. Also she was constantly stressed. Being the so-called "Brightest Witch of her Age", people expected her to know the answer to anything and everything, to be older than her age and to top it of, The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Wallow-In-Self-Pity was one of her best friends. She could talk to Harry about her problems since he would've understood, but with the Wizarding version of Hitler out for his blood, she did not want to pressure him. And thus she ended up bottling up her feelings. She's eighteen now, almost nineteen, and she still needs to let it all out. She herself is surprised that she hasn't had a break-down yet.
It was the end of the final battle, and Hermione was staring at the broken ceiling in great hall pondering the past few hours in her life. Wasn't this supposed to be a happy moment? But Hermione couldn't bring herself to feel happy. She didn't know where her parents or little brother Jason were now. She didn't know how they would react once she restored their memories. Would they understand or would they be angry. She does not think she could take it if they were angry especially if Jason was angry. Her mind drifted of to the times her and her brother spent time together, the times they argued, the times they pranked their parents, the times they protected one and other and the times they read together. She did not notice the tears that were streaming down her face or that Fred Weasley just sat down beside her until he tapped her on her shoulder.
"What's wrong, Granger?"
"Nothing"
"Then why are there tears on your face?"
Hermione just sighed and didn't say anything. After a while Hermione asked
"Why aren't you with your family?"
"I just wanted to see where my saviour went of to. Is that a problem?"
"No, just… Couldn't you have picked a better time to come?!"
"How am I supposed to know you wanted to be alone? And anyways, my job is to make people laugh and you're crying and that's not okay. So tell me what's wrong."
"I'm just worried what my family's reaction is going to be. Especially Jason's".
"First of all, your family's reaction to what? And second of all, who's Jason?"
"You know that Harry, Ron and I didn't go back to school this year, right?"
"Yeah. Ickle Ronniekins said it was a mission Dumbledore gave you."
"Yup. But anyways, you know with me being Harry's best friend and a muggle-born I would be a huge target for the Death Eaters, right? So the first place that they would go to would be my parent's house and I don't think I could've managed if my family was killed, especially Jason, who is my little brother. Anyways, since I did not want them to die I erased all memory of me from their minds and sent them to Australia under the alias of Monika, Wendel and Jack Wilkins. Now I need to got to Australia and restore their memories, and I'm scared of what their opinion of me doing that would be."
Hermione was sobbing towards the end of her rant. Fred was shell shocked. Sitting beside him was the pure epitome of a Gryffindor.
"To be frank Hermione, I'm speechless. That was really "Gryffindor-ish". And I'm sure they would understand. They're your parents, after all."
"Thanks Fred. I appreciate it, but you don't know my parents. Where did you think I got my stubbornness from?"
"Oh well, I was thinking where else did you get your kindness from."
"Did Fred Weasley, my polar opposite, just compliment me?"
"Oh no! I would never compliment you! That would spoil my reputation." Fred joked. "No, but seriously, you are the kindest person I've met."
"Ha. Ha. Thanks Fred, you're the best."
Hermione was happier now. Not completely happy, but not depressed either. She then kissed Fred on the cheek and left. Fred's hand automatically went to this cheek. He was glad everyone was celebrating now. Otherwise they would've seen a shocked Fred Weasley holding a hand to his cheek and his ears beetroot red. The typical Weasley sign of embarrassment.