In Love & Desire
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I'm making no money from this except for my own personal pleasure.
Author's Note...My chapters will be short..but good..so I hope you'll enjoy.
Chapter 1: An Unlived Life
It had been three years since Voldemort had come to power. The Golden Trio managed to gradute from Hogwarts, although grieving at their losses. The loss of many lives before and during their last year were too much. Albus Dumbledore's death had affected them most, for he had been close to them. Harry Potter swore vengeance at his funeral and left to become an Auror and continue on his mission to detroy the horcuxes. Ronald Weasley was recuited into the newly formed Quidditch team called 'The Grwaping Wasps'. The studious Hermione Granger went onto becoming a healer at St.Mungo's. And this is how the trio chose their separate paths and lost contact for a long time. Their separation affected each in different ways. Although Harry and Ron both had things that occupied them into forgetting. But Hermione..She could not. Everyday she healed, and everyday she grieved at the wonderful life that had been stolen from her the night Dumbledore died. She clenched her fists at the memory. She only hoped there was something she could do. She wrote to Harry and Ron once in a while but both were in their separate worlds and had found no time to get together.
"Healer Granger?" the inquiring voice pulled her out of her trance.
"Yes?"she said
"Umm, they just brought in a little boy, he's been bitten by a weerewolf.."
"I'll be right there..." Since Voldemort had managed to convince the werewolves to join his side, there had been more attacks than ever. Especially on small children, since they were the easy prey.
She headed over to the room they had labeled 'The transformation room', because here will be were the new werewolves would be learning of their horrible fate.
She could not help her tears as she saw the small child laying on the bed, unconcerned at the moment at what his life would soon become. Everyday she saw the horrors of the War. Each brought on more pain and longing for.. for... for what? what exactly was she waiting for? She did not know.
At the end of her shift, she went tot he changing room, and put on her muggle clothes and left for her flat. She was tired, but she needed a little pick me up. She went into a Starbucks and ordered a strawberry frapuccino. Then she sat at the table farthest away from the crowd and stared out the window. It had started raining. she sighes as she thought about ehr life. How did it get so messed up? She ha da great job with great pay, plus she was helping people and doing something she loved. Or at least what she thought she loved. She felt so alone. So utterly alone. She couldn't help but blame herself for that. She had refused to liev, it was like she had given up her life because Voldemort returned. 'Why am I doing this?, I can't stop living my life beacuse there is a War going on..' The truth was, that she had estranded herself so much and for so long, that she did not knoe how to return to the living.
"Hermione?, Hermione Granger?"asked someone from behind her.
She turned her head. Right before her was none other than a very handsome and very grown up Dean Thomas. "Dean? is that you?"
"Yeah!..Wow, Hermione! You look great!" he added as he bent to her and engulfed her in a friendly hug.
"As do you!.. wow, long time no see.How have you been?" she asked, signaling for him to join her.
"I've been really good. I work for the Ministry now. I'm in the Dark Arts & Auror force department." he said
"Oh. sounds great.. Bet you are loaded with work ?"
"Yes, tell me about it. Everyday we ge ttips about You-know-who's whereabout and of supposed death eaters. I'm glad to be away from it though. anyway, what do you do now?"
"I'm a healer, at St. Mungo's"she added
"Oh Wow...I knew we couldn't expect anything but greatness from you, hermione.." he added as looked at her intently.
She blushed under his gaze. "Thanks Dean. But no, I'm not doing something as important as you are. Any updates on the War?"
"Well, today two more muggles were murdered. I don't know who though, because I wasn't in charge of that case. But I heard it was somewhere in the London suburbs. An old couple, I believe."
"An old couple? Wh- Where did they live?" she asked, fearing the answer.
"I'm not sure of the address, but I know it was in a neigborhood called 'Glenhurst', I believe they had a cat, although we don't know of it's whereabouts."
At hearing this, a samll sob escaped her mouth. And tears started pooling in her brown eyes. Dean looked at her and a worried expression crossed his face. "Hermione? what's wrong?"
"I- I think those are ...my parents!" she cried, she could not contain the grief and satrted sobbing as the tears started falling. Dean walked over to her side, as people stared at them. He bent and hugged her. She cried on his shoulder as he rubbed her back and told her that it might not be them.
But she knew. She had known, she had expected something like this to happen to her. Why? she did not know. But she only wished she had been there to help them. She suddenly got up and pushed him back. "I'm sorry Dean.." she whispered and she ran out into the street and apparated into her parents house.
She felt it as she looked around the room. A cold, eerie aura enclosed the house in its folds. It sent shivers up her arms. She ran up the stairs and looked for her parents. But they were nowhere to be seen. Neither was Crookshanks. She heard a tapping and turned towards the window. An owl was looking at her. She opened the window and let him in. She untied theletter with shaking hands.
It was addressed to her, from the St. Mungo's director.
Esteemed Healer Hermione:
It pains me to have to inform you that after you left today, two muggles were brought in after being attacked. They have been identified as Jane and Steve Granger. They were both tortured by death eaters at their home in London earlier today. We tried everything to save them, but I am afraid we were not succesful. You have our most sincere regrets. Feel free to take as much time as you need.
Sincerely,
Louis Jenkins St. Mungo's Director and Head Healer
Hermione dropped the letter and collapsed on the ground, as sobs racked her body. She layed there for a while and tried to compose herself. Once she had, she grabbed some floo powder and walked into the chimmey. "St. Mungo's" she said.
She arrived at the hospita and rushed to the third floor. She knew that they would have brought them here. Healer Mortis saw her and approached her. "Hermione, I'm so sorry.."he added remorsefully.
"Where are they?" she asked, a cold tone to her voice.
"Follow me" he said, in an understanding tone. He led her to a room and she saw the two stretches at the back. She walked over to them. Both bodies were covered in white sheets. She walked over to one and slowly pulled down the sheet.
It was her mother. A sob caught at her throat, as new tears formed in her brown pools. She caressed her mother's cold cheeks and bent to her and gently kissed her cheek, as if afraid that she might wake her. Healer Mortis left her alone in the room, wanting to give her some privacy. As he closed the door, a young man approache dhim and asked for Healer Granger. he nodded towards the door. The young man walked in and closed the door behind him. He saw Hermione bending over her father's face and kissing his forehead. he then rushed to her side to cathc her as she collapsed on the ground.
She looked up to see who was holding her. She looked into Dean's eyes. She hugged his neck and burrowed her face into his shirt and cried. He held her, for hours it seemed.
She finally managed to calm down. Dean lifted her chin and wiped at her tears. She smiled sadly at him.
"Come on, let's get you home." he said softly.
She nodded and took hold of her hand as he apparated them to her flat. At her flat, he led her to her bedroom and tucked her in her bed. Dean turned to leave but Hermione clung to his hand.
"Please Dean, I do not want t o be alone tonight." she whispered. He nodded and took of his jacket. She scooted and he got into the bed next to her. She curled next to his body as he wrapped his arms around her. Hermione felt the tears in her eyes once again, but soon sleep claimed her to the subconscious.
Author's note Hey! hope u liked the 1st chapter.!! oo and yes this story is going to be about Draco & Hermione, but Dean will be there in the 1st few chapters...PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
