Title: Resurrection Stone (Pierre de Résurrection in French)
Author: Claire Rogue
Bêtareader: Thank you Amarenima Redwood for your help and your kindness !=D
Disclamer: Nothing is mine, I'm just borrowing the characters from the wonderful JKR to play with a bit and I'll give them back to the end.
Rating: I'm not sure for the moment K, then M.
Summary: My story takes place at the end of the fifth year after the events of the Ministry. Sirius is dead. Dumbledore decides to send Hermione home with Harry during the Summer Holidays to help Harry overcome his grief; but will it go as planned?
A/N: This fanfiction is a translation of "Pierre de Résurrection".
Then, I'd like to say that 38 chapters are written in French, the story is not finished yet.
This story is afather/sonrelationship betweenHarryPotter andSeverusSnape.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: King's Cross
The doors of the Hogwarts Express had just opened, revealing Harry holding Hedwig's cage. He got off the train before Ron and Hermione. Hermione was carrying Crookshank's basket. As soon as he set a foot on the ground, two maternal arms embraced him.
"Harry, dear!" exclaimed Molly Weasley.
Harry's answer was muffled by the vest of Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum, you're going to suffocate him!" Ron protested.
Molly Weasley released her grip and looked fixedly at Harry with a raised eyebrow to show her displeasure.
"You grew so much this year, but you need to eat more and rest during the holidays. You look exhausted, my boy," she growled, hands on her hips. "I will have a few words with your Muggles!"
"Its fine, Mrs. Weasley. Its really not worth it. I'm fine," Harry said with as much conviction as he could.
Harry pulled away from her to shake hands with Arthur who stood a little further away. He heard Hermione speaking with Molly, but was not really paying attention to what they were saying.
"Don't worry, it's not like he's going to be alone," Hermione said with a smile.
"Keep an eye on him!"
Anyway, he could hear their conversation. Mr. Weasley met him with a smile and gave Harry his timid condolences for the death of Sirius. Harry didn't really know what to say. He was embarrassed to remember the events of the Ministry, and his shameful manipulation by Voldemort which had led to the death of the only person who cared about him. Harry immediately regretted that thought as soon as it came to mind. Other people cared about him. Yes, he had friends and wonderfully loyal friends at that. Hermione and Ron were more than friends; they were like his brother and sister. He often imagined that his parents would have been like Ron's if they had lived. The maternal instinct was much more present in the heart of Molly Weasley than in Petunia Dursley. Throughout his childhood, he wanted to be treated like Dudley, he wanted to get gifts for his birthday or Christmas. But it was the Weasley who did it for the first time. He would never forget his wonder on Christmas Day, when Ron told him that he had received gifts. His happiness at getting a sweater that was knitted just for him, a sweater that was just his size was wonderful.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Ron asked.
"No, of course he isn't. It may not go over well with everything that happened," Ron's father replied before Harry could respond.
On the muggle side of the platform barrier, Vernon Dursley consulted for his watch for the tenth time. Petunia ilooked around to make sure that they were not near people who knew them.
"Damn kid!" Vernon grumbled just as a small group of redheads came out of the wall.
Harry and Hermione stood in the middle. Molly brought up the rear, making sure theyhadn't dropped anything and that no one was left behind.
"They could at least put decent clothes on!" Mr. Dursley hissed between his teeth.
Petunia, who was in perfect agreement with her husband, appeared to be at her snootiest to try and show her superiority, but was still visibly embarrassed to be in the presence of so many abnormal people. Dudley instinctively put his hands on his bottom and hid behind his father. He seemed to recognize the redheads twins who had played a trick on him two years ago. Petunia blushed, noticing a sufficiently distinguished couple who stood near them. She alternately watched the small group of wizards and the couple who looked at them with interest. The man was carrying a bag containing a bottle of wine; the bushy haired woman was wearing a travel bag over her handbag.
"Hermione!" cried the woman walking toward the group of redheads.
"Mum!" replied the girl.
The interest that the Dursleys had taken in the 'normal' couple vanished instantly. Vernon mumbled that these people swarmed and they hid their game well.
Hermione left her luggage and rushed to her parents. She hugged them, happy to see them. Harry, however, had no desire to return to the Dursleys and had lost his smile upon crossing the barrier of 9 ¾. He felt guilty for taking Hermione to the hell of Privet Drive. He feared that they would prey on her by using the pretext of her being a witch.
"Well, boy, hurry up ! Dudley must get to his boxing training!"
Harry easily understood the underlying threat and he immediately went to Hermione's parents. He greeted them and Hermione's father shook his hand warmly.
"We are pleased to meet you, Harry, Mya told us a lot about you," Mrs. Granger said.
"We're sorry for your godfather," Richard said. "Hermione told us all about it."
"I am truly sorry for having put your daughter in danger, sir. If I had listened to her, nothing would have happened," Harry whispered. "She is in danger staying with me this summer..."
"We don't hold it against you, Harry. I'm glad can Hermione help you and you aren't going to be alone for the holidays. I don't know much about your world, but I know that grief is difficult to overcome, whether you are wizard or Muggle. You don't have to feel guilty for the death of your godfather, really," added Mrs. Granger.
As Harry stared at the floor he felt a tear roll down his cheek. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. Jean Granger felt her heart sink at seeing the boy's plight. She pulled him against her and hugged him. Harry wrapped his arms around her and rested the head against her shoulder. It felt like one of Molly Weasley's hugs, which gave him the ability to forget all of his problems temporarily. He took advantage of that embrace for a few moments.
"Come, let's go see your uncle and aunt, we have a small for them," she suggested, pointing to the bag with the bottle of wine.
Arthur Weasley was trying to start a conversation with Vernon without much success.
"It is always a pleasure to talk with muggles," he said cheerfully.
Vernon gave a low growl as a response. He saw that Petunia was also being embarrassed by this madman's wife. Harry's aunt was favoring Molly with a sneer that could rival Snape's. She thought that this poor fool, who had sent her a letter covered of stamps, was no better than a common shrew. Just look at those threadbare clothes! Petunia Dursley was thinking. The idea that she too was a mere housewife didn't cross her mind. But upon reflection, Molly Weasley was definitely better than her. What did Petunia do with her miserable life? She kept the house is in perfect order and bent to the whims of her husband and son. She boasted at social events by telling people how generously she welcomed her nephew, offering him a family. Nonsense! The Dursley tolerated Harry because they had no choice. It was not the desire to get rid of him that was missing! But, Molly had succeeded where Petunia failed. She raised seven children with little money and she spoiled them as much as possible without making them little monsters like Dudley. Hand on her heart she had always received Harry and Hermione as if they were his own children. She was kindness personified. It was still with kindness that she had approached Petunia to start the conversation.
"Take care of the poor little boy!" she advised. "His godfather was a great loss to him. Give him enough to eat, he is too thin for his age!"
Petunia didn't answer, outraged that this woman dared to give her orders. She didn't see how the death of the murderer could be a loss. Vernon was also on the verge of hysterics as he tried to explain to that damn redhead what a Hoover's use was. A vein on his temple was throbbing.
"What a wonderful invention, this electricity!" Arthur enthused.
Vernon thought it was unnecessary to answer to this madman who had destroyed his living room two years ago. He remarked on the left the twins who were laughing. He recognized them as the one's who had given poisoned candy to Dudley and as the one's who were responsible for the escape of Potter's flying car that had earned him a trip to the hospital. He thought he would do anything to get rid of Potter and the little silly who would bother them. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles whitened. Arthur gave him a pat on the back, which startled him.
"Muggles are really clever! Molly uses spells cleaning the Burrow keep clean."
When the mustachioed man looked bewildered, he informed him that the Burrow was the name of their home. Vernon gave a curt nod, glad to see that the conversation with this disgusting individual was finally over.
Both approached Molly and Petunia who were trying to have a civilized conversation about recipes. Dudley, terrorized, remained away for fear of these monsters. It should be recognized that so far ,all of his experiences with magic had ended badly. First came the pigtail kindly given to him by Hagrid, then the candy that stretched his tongue, and finally, the Dementors that had attacked him during the previous summer. That had been the worst experience of his life.
"Well, we'll leave you," Molly concluded seeing the Grangers and Harry approaching them.
"Yes, it was a pleasure to see you" Arthur said to be polite.
Molly approached Harry and took from her pocket a small package that she then expanded. She whispered to him that he would find provisions in case his family wouldn't give him enough to eat.
"But I think your aunt got the message!" she added smiling.
Harry followed the twins, Ron and Ginny. He gave, against heart, Hedwig's cage to Ron. He caressed his owl once again. Hedwig hooted back. The redheaded boy promised he would take care of her and it would carry him his birthday present when they returned from Romania.
"I hope they will not be too horrible to you," said Ron.
"Dude, if you need anything, you know where to find us, we aren't going to Romania."
"Here, take some Puking Pastilles!" cried George.
"George!" rebuked his mother.
Harry laughed, followed by Ron, he wished them good holidays. He followed his uncle and aunt who were heading towards the exit of the station. They were deep in conversation with Hermione's parents.
"So you're both dentists?" Petunia asked.
"Yes, we have an office in London. During the month of July we have several conferences. Tonight we go to Paris, then to the United States."
Petunia whispered her admiration; she also thought it would be very difficult for them to have their only daughter as bizarre.
"I can't deny that when her Head of House came home telling us that our little Mya was different, we had a shock. But we are very proud of her, of course we can't see her as much as we did before. That is what's hardest."
Harry's aunt masked a grimace of disgust; it reminded her of her sister. When Lily had received her letter for Hogwarts, her parents were so proud of her. She had hated the fact that since that day, they were more proud of Lily than they were of her. She looked at the witch who had the same shaggy hair and her mother felt a pang of jealousy emerge in her heart. She also wanted to be a witch, but refused to admit it, especially in front of her husband who hated everything that wasn't rational.
"It's really nice of you to take our daughter during the holidays," Mrs. Granger said kindly.
"It is not as if we had a choice," Petunia growled unintelligibly.
Vernon looked carefully at the label of the bottle he had received, he sighed because it was very expensive. They soon arrived at the station's car park. Hermione's father took her suitcase to help Harry put the luggage in the trunk, when he heard the big mustachioed man vituperate:
"Potter, you have no shame! It's up to you to load up! And do not break anything!"
"Yes, right away, Uncle Vernon."
"Its fine, I'll help."
Vernon didn't worry more about Granger, he got behind the wheel of the car without saying goodbye to the couple. Petunia and Dudley were eager to get in the car. Hermione's mother kissed Harry and hugged her daughter.
"I'll miss you, my darling! I look forward to next month!"
"I'll miss you too, Mum."
She gave her daughter the second bag she was carrying. Hermione once again hugged her parents and then got into the car. It began to rain. She turned and waved to her parents who were becoming smaller. When she didn't see them more, pressed against each other, she sat properly. It was tight being between Harry and Dudley. The latter took up so much space. She looked carefully: Dudley appeared scared to have two wizards at his side, Harry seemed lost in thought. She noted that he seemed thinner than usual, his cheekbones marked a salient angle, and he had dark circles under the eyes. At Vernon and Petunia didn't talk either; instead they kept their comments for later. Harry sighed softly thinking that the holidays wouldn't be the same as usual, but he never imagined how different it would be.
To be continued...
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