In the privacy of her small kitchen sat a woman in her early 20's. She looked at a small bird with very little interest just realizing that it had flown in. She pondered who it belonged to; it wasn't very strong nor was it a great beauty but yet it had an air of importance. The small bird watched as she put down the piece of toast she had been eating and untied the roll of parchment from its leg.
"Thanks," she said, as she placed a few small pieces of dried bread for it to eat. The small white owl hooted and ate the food it had been given. Sighing, the young woman placed the letter on the table and turn to leave.
The small owl stopped eating and looked out where she had left, a few seconds later she returned and sat down again.
"Still here?" she questioned. The bird only turned its head and looked at her closely. She sat down once again, and looked at the letter.
"What could this be about?" she asked herself before opening it. To her surprise, it was a letter from the hospital in London asking her to please come as soon as she could.
She had left London a few years ago, trying to run from her sorrowful past. Many thoughts came to mind at the moment she recollected about her old life.
Ron, the only person she ever really cared about who was considered more than just a friend, had stood tall and fought with her till the end. She wondered where he was now and shivered remembering the crudities of war. Harry, her best friend, lived with his pain as she did with hers. All she knew about him was that he still lived in London. He lived, as far as she knew, alone just as she did, trying to forget the past. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of all the happy times they all had shared together. Hooting from her guest brought her to the present. She looked down at it, and gave it a small smile. Standing up she braced herself for a long tiresome day.
"You can stay if you wish," she informed the owl, who hadn't moved.
She looked at her reflection before stepping into the warm summer sunshine. Her black skirt that was knee length hung to her hips perfectly, as did her blossom red blouse tied together with her black summer cloak. Birds could be heard singing, and children playing with their mothers in near by park. She studied her surroundings and appropriated with a small 'pop'.
A few moments later a crack was heard and she stepped out of the shadows. A small girl with a ponytail looked up at her smiling. She smiled back, her heart heavy.
Walking into the hospital, she made her way to the main desk.
"I'm here to speak with Doctor Childs."
"Do you have an appointment?" questioned the woman behind the desk. She was a heavy woman with, a small button mouth and beady eyes that watched her every move
"Yes, a letter was sent to me asking me to come and see him. "
"Please take a seat; this will only take a minute. I'll call someone to show you the way." Seconds later a thin woman with friendly eyes came to talk to the woman behind the desk.
"Susan will show you the way," the woman called getting the young woman's attention.
"Thank you," she answered her eyes cold and stern. That woman hadn't changed since the last time she had seen her. Still angry at her for only god knew what, but that didn't matter now, all she had to focus on was following the woman who led the way in front of her
"Here we are, just beyond that door is Mr. Childs' office. Have a nice day miss," Susan said before leaving the very worried anxious woman.
She heard her name being called, turning around she saw him
"Harry," she said with a soft tone of voice.
He nodded and went quickly to embrace her. "What are you doing here," he asked.
She looked at his eyes, searching for something to tell her she wasn't the only who was still haunted by the memories but she found no proof.
"You alright?" he asked worry written on every line of his. Nodding she pulled away from him.
"Yes I'm fine, I was asked to come by Doctor Childs," She answered.
He nodded and looked at the door behind her; "I just came so I could see how Ginny's doing for a little while. She just had the baby. "
She felt confused, dazed to be exact. "Ginny?" she asked.
He nodded, "many things have happened since you left."
She quickly pieced everything together. "Congratulations Harry," she said still hoping to find some kind of light in his green eyes, but nothing. She had always known he loved Ginny since their school days but it still shocked her to know that she had missed such important stepping stones in her friend's lives.
"It was nice seeing you, but I really should get in their. Congratulate her on my behalf," she said rushing away from him, as she did his voice stopped her
"It still hurts doesn't it? I haven't forgotten. Don't hide from those who love you…His name is Albus Severus Potter." She heard his foot steps slowly fade away.
She looked at the clear glass in front of her tears spilling down her cheeks. "It's a wonderful name Harry," she whispered whipping away any evidence she had cried. Opening the door she was greeted by a very pretty woman with golden curls neatly falling down her back. Her eyes light blue with perfectly done make up surrounding them. She looked like a walking life sized Barbie.
"Ah this way please, Mr. Childs requested that you be let in as soon as you arrived. Here we are, good luck." The woman walked away leaving her alone once again. She hadn't recognized her; she wondered what had happened to Emily.
She knocked two times before a strong masculine voice answered "come in, come in."
She walked in unsure of what to expect. "Please sit down, I'm sorry for taking any of your time, I'll try to make this short."
"It's alright," she responded to his failed attempted to make her feel relaxed.
"This isn't easy to say…"
"Richard, please get on with it."
Clearing his throat, he looked at her. Her cold unmoving eyes told him to continue, assuring him that she could handle this what ever it was.
"Do you remember when I told you that there was no cure, that he was dead, a step away from it at the most?"
"Yes."
"Well, I was wrong…the poison stopped his heart as you well know…."
"Richard, I've heard this before, you're point please?" Her heart beat fiercely against her chest, ready to burst.
His eyes loosing their warm touch to them, he continued, "I haven't been completely honest with you, I left a few things out. The night you came to me I didn't know what to do. I've done something unthinkable…I…I wanted to help you…you seemed crushed, you begged me to save him…and I couldn't…not by any means that wouldn't land me a cell in jail."
"Richard…" there was panic in her voice. Ignoring her soft whisper he continued with his story.
"He's been a coma so to speak, his body fought the poison, it weakened it, and adapted to it. I won't go into the details now, just know that… I did this for you."
"What did you do Richard…what have you done?" She moved towards him, he hid his face from her in a guilty fashion.
"I used it…the virus, but not on its own I mixed it with his original blood sample and The basic property of a bezoar stone, as you know it is a cure for most poisons…including King Cobra venom. This particular bezoar was magically altered and also had the power to heal and replenish… I gave him a small dozes. I like you gave up hope Hermione. It's been so long but I just kept trying and…." He was cut short by her.
"You're lying Richard, that wouldn't have done much, only slow the poison…and by the time I was able to bring him here it was too late, it had reached every organ of his body."
"You're forgetting you stopped that by cutting the circulation of the bitten parts to the rest of the body until you where able to maintain the poison in those general areas his body. You stabilized his body into some kind of sleep, like a trance if you will. I don't know how but you did…All I know is that with the virus which slowly destroys the body's resistance to it, and everything around it, till the person…
"Richard, I know this…please..."
He ignored her and continued as if never being interrupted
"…when I gave it to him it had the opposite affect with the poison of the bites. "
"That's…that's impossible I watched him die, the liquid come out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. I rushed back its true and made sure no more damage occurred but he died. I though…" her voiced failed her then…alive…he was telling her he was alive. There had to be some mistake.
"Are we talking about the same virus Richard…the same one?"
"Yes," his excitement reached his eyes and they sparkled like a small child on Christmas day.
"Don't you see the same virus you discovered… the one from the bodies which had been tested on had…it doesn't do it for everyone though…I'm unable to explain it...it just worked…did you do something you haven't told me about? This could be a major medical break through you must tell me if you did."
"You know everything," she said looking at her hands…three years three years… of hope, sadness, frustration and regret...She felt the world crash around her…
"Are you sure?"
"Yes but his body is repairing itself with the help of myself and a few others. I would have told you earlier but I didn't want you get you you're hopes up only to…"
Her eyes shot open, "You told others of this!? How dare you Richard! No one was supposed to know… I gave up Richard; a year ago I learned to live with it day in and day out. I had thought you had to, that you hadn't preformed any more experiments. Dear God, Richard don't you see he's supposed to be dead. You should have listened to me…why damn it Richard…you lied to me for so long…I never asked you, what you had done with the body cause I believed you understood and respected my decision to let him go...to let him rest in peace," she stopped talk taking in a ragged breath.
"Listen to me…"
"No you listen to me!…I came to you that night still naive, still hanging on to hope…I made you promise not to tell anyone.. Damn it Richard!" She screamed…"YOU BETRAYED ME…BETRAYED THE MY TRUST!…I CAME TO YOU TO SAVE HIM!!..."
He stood up; breathing heavily… placing both hands on each shoulder he applied pressure, making her stop screaming.
"Listen to me, you came to me seeking help...begging me to save him…and I did…I did things that medically and ethically are immoral but I did them for your bloody happiness!"
He released her; a fearful appearance tinged her features.
"How many?"
"Five…" he answered "…people that don't know who he is…muggles mostly, three of them, the best doctors and a cardiologist, plus a med witch… He stood up and headed towards his door
"After all Hermione, I am one of the only wizards with potion masters, alchemists and a muggle micro cellular degrees under his belt…a simple scientist who's dabbled in the medical field for the last 15 years." Taking in her angelic features one last time for memories sake, he stormed out, his cape trailing behind each step.
Authors Note
Well here it is…hahaha JKR - killed my favorite man and I brought him back…I really enjoyed book 7 but that little plot twister just didn't do in my book sigh….well here is my view on it…hope you can understand it and liked it..
Here is a short poem I wrote kind of fits with what Hermione is feeling...during that time…just a small little view into next chapter…hehehe...OH before i forget I'd like to add that things that are like this...are not my words or thoughts they belong to the great works of others
You don't see my tears but they are there
I don't ask for help because I know this pain is mine to bare
I sleep to escape from this life and yet am hunted by faces that have long ago died
I don't speak of it, but the circles around my eyes can't tell lies
The sadness, the emptyness, the fear
I close myself off to the world trying to deal, with what I feel
Nothing people say can make the pain go away
People have tried,and failed
So if you see the sorrow leave it be..do not tell other's of what you have seen
Let my misery be mine alone..let them discover it on their own
REA