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-Heavenly

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Chapter Two: Surprise Surprise

~6 months after the final battle~

Mungo's hospital seemed to be bustling, busier than usual to the eye of an innocent who hadn't been involved in a war. But unfortunately I knew better because I had been a frequent and unwilling visitor over the last 6 months. After Harry had managed to take down the dark Lord, apparently the ministry appointed aurors had valiantly shown up and 'bravely' saved all the frightened children of Hogwarts. Wonderful people those Ministry officials, you just couldn't help loving them to bits. Gods, my inner sarcasm was particularly biting today.

I sighed as I strode into the reception room of Mungo's 'temporarily long term' ward. I smirked inwardly at the ridiculous name, but then again many thing since the fall of the dark lord had been laughable. Many order of Merlin's had been passed out, a parade held, a yearly gala had been planned. Despite its former 'blind eye' towards the cause, it was certainly trying to make up for it now. Screw Fudge, gods how I hate him.

The thing that bothered me the most was the fact that Severus Snape was currently rotting away in Azkaban, for his attempt at murdering Professor Dumbledor. No matter how much evidence we'd brought up the Ministry always shut us down. Saying that once a death eater always a death eater.' God his life sucked, at it was simply un-freaking fair that he was up there. Lucious freaking Malfoy and his fucking crazy wife were walking around scott free. Damn this is unfair.

"Miss. Granger? The Healer will see you now." A healer-trainee broke through my revere, bringing me back to my surroundings. I shot out of my seat and lurched towards the door. Hopefully this bloody time they'd have some good news for me. Maybe I'd never have to come back.

I strode into the room and sat in the chair across from the Healer waiting for him to start. After about one minute of awkward page shuffling and throat clearing he spoke.

"Well Hermoine it seems as if you're as healed perfectly. There is nothing else we can do for you here that good rest and peace won't do you at home." I stared at him in disbelief, he didn't even mention the... "You've healed admirably quickly, and we are pleased to let you know that no negative repercussions will happen from you're previous experiences.

"You've got to be bloody joking me! Six months in your bloody care and you can't even mention - you can't even give me the respect - to let me know about the so called 'negative repercussions' that you said I'll never have! How about the bloody fact that I can never have children you fucking bastard! Or the fact that despite everything you tried, there is no friggen way you can heal my back! 'I've healed perfectly' my ass! What a load of bullshit!"

It seems that through my rant I had taken my duelist pose and was sparking off shocks of magic. Honestly, it had been years since I'd actually lost control of my magic, but I couldn't care less at the childish display I was preforming in. These...bloody bastards had tried to pull the friggen wool over my eyes, they tried to get off easy. Bastards.

"H..how'd you figure that out? I told them not to tell you!" The man spluttered, not realizing that the more he spoke, the deeper he dug himself into the hole that was about to become his hell.

"You told them not to tell me?" My voice was barely a whisper as I leveled my wand at his face. His adam apple bobbed as he gulped, frightened when faced with the wand of a war hero in his face.

"Maybe we can just sit this down and talk this out? Yes, I do believe this would be best." He straightened his hump shoulders and tried to take over the authority of the situation.

"Yes, I do believe that would be best." With one flick of my wand he was back down in his chair unable to move. He managed one gasp of outrage before I silenced him with another flick of my wand. I had the upper hand here, and he knew it. I'd made that at least quite clear.

"Now, Mr. Byle," I never could get over the irony of his name, " would you please let me know why you would keep such a vital part of my health away from me. Now before you lie... you do know I could manage to make your life a living hell correct?" From the drastic colour loss of his face, I'd say he understood me. "Now, why did you ensure that I wouldn't find out?"

I glared at him for a moment before removing the charm.

"Well, you see Hermi-"

"Its Miss. Granger."

"Sorry, Miss. Granger. You see we just wanted to cause you as little harm as possible. And we just couldn't bring ourselves to..." The man prattled on about his reasons, and I made my decision. Staring deep into his eyes (which made him slightly uncomfortable to my delight) I entered his mind via legillimens.

No one actually knows of my ability to preform this (or occlumency but thats not the point here) and I meant to keep it that way. But I need to know why the hell they were hiding my prognosis' from me, and if worst comes to worst I could always manage a quick obliviate.

Now completely ignoring the man rambling nervously in front of me, I started searching through his memories quickly and swiftly, I realized something very fast. This man, whoever he was, was a death eater. I saw images of that damnable dark master of his. Many scenes of rape, torture and death flashed through my mind, but despite this I kept looking for my original purpose. Making note to store the previous images in my head of course.

Finally I came to a scene where he was again kneeling at the feet of his insane late master. He was under cruciatus at the time, but I heard the conversation between Lucious and the bastard loud enough.

"My Lord, what has Rookwood done this time. If you don't mind me asking my Lord." Lucious simpered at his masters feet, nosy but at the same time hoping to avoid the current fate of his brother.

(Oh, so this 'death eater' is just a baby one. Rookwood. He amounted to nothing famous if I recall.)

The dark lord chuckled as he looked fleetingly at Rookwood before turning his attention back to Lucious.

"Rise Lucious. You are one of my most loyal and dedicated followers of course you may ask." Barely containing his arrogant smirk Malfoy rose to his feet, but not before bowing once more to his Lord.

"You flatter me my Lord." He murmured, head politely bowed. Voldemort studied his servant for a moment before answering his previous question.

"Rookwood has failed me Lucious, I asked him one single talk and he couldn't preform it for me. Therefore he must suffer my ire for his failure. So he learns that failure," the word was spit with contempt, "is simply not an option." Voldemort seethed in his thrown and the thrashings and cries of Rookwood became more prominent. "All I asked was for one specific mudblood and he couldn't it too me." Finally the dark lord released the hold on his servant and turned his complete attention to Malfoy.

Again bowing his head in apparent servitude, Malfoy dared to ask another question.

"What mudblood my Lord, could be so important?" Seconds ticked by as Lucious obviously tensed, waiting for his punishment for speaking so boldly. When it never came, he looked up at Voldemort, only to see him chucking with a distasteful look on his face.

"Potters friend Granger. I do not like being thwarted, and she continues to out manoeuvre me. I do not like it."

He didn't speak any more just stared at the wall across from him and I suddenly found myself wishing that double legillimency was possible. To enter old Voldies mind right now would be completely ideal. I mentally shrugged my shoulders and decided to find out. Moving even closer to the old snake then before I determinedly studied his eyes before softly saying the incantation.

Suddenly I found myself in a hazier, but general duplicate of the same situation I'd just left. I found myself privy to Voldies thoughts, which amused and disgusted me at the same time.

"Dear gods, sometimes I wonder if I decided to rid the world of the right beings. I mean these bloody purebloods will be the death of me yet! All the cockyness and bragging. Shut the fuck up already!" His wand wearily dropped from Rookwoods weary body as he stared at Lucious balefully.

(I honestly couldn't help with a few giggles here. I mean, who'da thought that the DARK LORD would stare balefully at anyone! Let alone Lucious Malfoy!)

"All I want is that little granger girl. Sure she has unfortunate heritage, but together we could make something bloody wonderful out of this hell hole. I might even let her call me Tom..."

(What. The. Hell. If I'da known that the Dark Lord wanted to be my friend...sorta... I could have ended this years ago! I mean, we would have become chummy... and then Harry would have stabbed him in the back. As a bonus for all of this I also wouldn't have been raped. Wow so many positives about befriending a despot.)

"Shit. Rookwood, what an asshole. Can't get me a bloody mudblood..."

It was here I withdrew from the mind of Voldemort and Rookwood, and was flung back to the reality of the cramped little office I was in. Rookwood was starring at me with pure hatred radiating from his eyes as he spat it fury.

"You could go to Azkaban you crazy bitch! Just wait I'll let the aurors know and you'll be locked away for life!" I let him rant, enjoying the way his eyes bulged and his face became like a red balloon. It amusmed me to no end, to know that I could get under this little man's skin with hardly any effort on my part.

Now, considering that I'd been in his office for about 45 minuets going through his memories and other such things... I could assume that his polyjuice potion would wear off soon. I'd just have to bid my time.

"You want to know how I found that out?" I asked calmly, cutting him off mid rant. His already bulging eyes began to protrude even more and I was beginning to worry - although only slightly - that they were going to fall out. On the other hand, if they did fall out we are sitting in Mungo's... yeah I have nothing to worry about.

"Can I assume you're silence means yes?" His face molted from red to purple in an instant. It never fails to amuse me at how much talking down to someone can totally piss them off. People hate being talked to as children, and I needlessly use this to my advantage.

After slowly lounging back in my chair and putting my feet on his desk I looked at him again, and man was he pissed. I smirked gleefully.

"Well, you see...about two months ago I found myself in the very compromising position of having my monthly a couple days late. I know oh freaking dear right!" I went all valley girl on him, and honestly if looks could kill I'd be six feet under. "So being the sensible witch that I am, I preformed a pregnancy test spell."

It seemed like a huge ball was suddenly wedged in my throat, and had to turn my eyes to the white wash wall. I'd never wanted children, but when all of a sudden that choice is taken from you...well you always want what you can't have. I looked back at the blushing man and opened my voice to continue telling him how I found out my voice huskier than before.

"To my great surprise instead of blue or pink, it was gruesomely black. Disgustingly black, black as death." Despite my resolved my voice cracked, showing my weakness. I took several deep breathes and made sure to let Harry know about Rookwood through the galleon we kept out of paranoia. "So I did a little research and discovered that not only did black obviously mean death, but it also meant infertility. I can never have fucking kids...and you weren't going to tell me. That much was obvious, so I decided to find out from my heath sheets here at Mungo's."

My eyes spat fire at him as his face lost all his colour, he was screwed and he knew it. Quickly I looked down at my galleon and saw that Harry had gotten my message and was on his was with some aurors. Thank god, because this crazy fuck was annoying as hell.

"So after I took the sheets it didn't really surprise me to see that I couldn't have children, but you see what I didn't expect was the fact that you couldn't heal this freaking mess of scars on my back."

If it was even possible Rookwood became even redder in the face and I had to muffle and laugh as a vein in his head started to throb.

"Now...how about you tell me why the hell you weren't going to tell me you ruddy bastard!" My voice steadily rose, scaling higher and higher until it was very near a scream. Blood pounded through my head, leaving a haze of red over my tired eyes. This asshole was going to ruin my fucking life...he'd better have a good ass reason.

He was silent, looking at me calculatingly, although I could see the madness in his eyes. The same madness that had been in Belatrix's eyes when she tortured me in the Malfoys house. The same madness that had corrupted Tom Riddle, that had driven him to a frightening insanity.

"You stupid filthy mudblood. I thought you were supposed to be fucking bright. Why the hell do you think that I wouldn't tell you, why do you think caused the reasons why you couldn't have birth, and the scars stayed? To see your filthy hide suffer. Your kind is not even fit to lick the dirt off my boots, all you're good for is a good fuck and then death. You deserve to suffer, and I made sure you did. No more of you're pathetic dirty blood will enter the wizarding world through you." With that his calm facade disappeared and he threw his head back laughing wildly.

In the midst of his mad cackling, the polyjucie potion finally started to wear off and I had to turn my head as his skin started to bubble madly. Tears pricked my eyes as I thought to the number of children I might have had in the future. The thought of no children with unruly curly brown hair disturbed me far more than the mass of scars covering my back.

Suddenly the trickle of disappointment disappeared to be replaced with a sudden surge of anger. Again the red haze of rage descended over my rational thoughts and I surged from my seat and thrust my wand against his neck.

"You...you bloody bastard you are going to pay for what you did to me. I'm going to kill you for all the fucking hell you've put me through! Avada Kada-"

Aurors burst through the door and pulled me off the mad wizard, who was obviously laughing in my face. He knew that I would never extract my own revenge, he'd be at the hands of the ministry. Assholes. I felt a bit of remorse at calling Mr. Weasley an ass, but in general that whole damn system was corrupt as hell and he was only just now beginning to sort out the rats.

"Hermoine! Hermoine! MIONE! You have to calm down! Mione CALM DOWN!" I loud voice dimly broke through my haze of mad fury and my struggles lessoned. "Hermoine, come on Herms...snap out of it!" Suddenly the fog of madness lifted from my mind and I fell limp into Harry's arms.

"God dammit harry he...he..." I struggled to lift my head to gaze into his sad eyes.

"Yes, I know Hermoine I know." With those softly uttered words I fell into the darkness, limp in Harry's grip.

~later~

Blackness.

Darkness.

Desolate.

Pain.

Where the hell was I? I knew, without having to open my eyes that I was safe. No harm would come to me here, where ever here was. Slowly I tried awakening my body, checking for any breaks, I suppose that movement was out of habit. Thankfully there was none.

I tried remembering what had happened before, and suddenly it hit me like a raging tidal wave. Rookwood and his creepy fucking evil motives with my body. Tears started to leak of the corners of my eyes and I silently sobbed in the darkness.

I remember my mother, bless her soul, saying that you don't know what you have until its taken away. The ability to have children, my parents and their love, Ron and the love he had offered to me. Hindsight 20-20, and how bloody true that statement is.

A ragged sob burst out of my ragged throat, as I again morned for all that had been lost. In both my life and the wizarding world as a whole. I cried for love lost, memories tarnished and hearts broken.

A rough, yet soft, hand landed on my back rubbing soft soothing circles as I moaned into my hands. His hand ran over the now permanent ridges in my back, and yet another reminder of all that had occurred in the war. How none of this was just a bad nightmare, but a reality that we woke up each morning to deal with.

After what seemed like ages of mindless sobbing, I started to calm down and eventually hiccuped. A sure sign that all tears and hysteria were over, for the time being anyway. I lifted my tear stained face to Harry and saw the same desperation in his eyes.

"Will it ever end?"

I saw one lone tear trickle down Harry's check, streaking down his worried check. I gathered him up in my arms and that was how we spent that long night. Crying and comforting each other with our friendship and love.

~...~

Tap tap tap.

Oh shut the fuck up and do take that effin pole out of your ass! I'm sleeping!

Tap tap tap.

Each tap made my head explode with pain and made me even more irratable than before.

"GO AWAY!"

Tap tap tap.

"Fucking fine! Have it your way!" With a grumble and a huge wince I pulled my self out of my rumpled bed and started to slowly shuffle my way to the window. Grrr, bloody windows where the bane of my existence was lurking just behind the drawn curtains. The effing sun. Ohh I stood wavering in front of the curtain. Opening it would surely bring gruesome amounts of pain onto my painfully pounding head. Open or not to open. Open or not to open. Uh...open or not to-

Tap tap tap.

"ARRRRRG!" With a savage yell I tore open the curtains only to draw back with a hiss worthy of smegal (for you wizards out there thats a muggle reference to a movie. said moo-vee). "Oh it burns... it burns!"

Wincing I opened up my eyes only a smigen to see the outline of an owl in my window. Moving my face so it blocked most of the sun, I opened my eyes almost completely and was startled to see Fawkes just sitting there.

"Uh...hi Fawkes. You know as much as I'd love to just chill out here I-" I was cut of by Fawkes thrusting his impressively taloned leg at me. "What the hell..." I reached forward to grab a letter off his leg. I could only assume Professor Dumbledore had sent it, and that it was extremely important.

Mindlessly tossing a piece of bacon staring at the envelope in my hand. This bloody letter, ALBUS and his bloody letters never meant any good for anyone. Especially one's delivered by Fawkes. No bloody good at all.

My head gave a mighty pound as it rebelled against my hard thinking, and I knew that opening this letter would only make my head ache more. Bloody hell. SHIT!

I quickly grabbed a sobering potion and slowly sat down at the table, envelope trembling in my grip. What more bad news could they give me? My parents were dead, as were Ron, Luna and Ginny. I couldn't have kids and the scars in my back have been embedded into me with dark magic. Taking a deep steadying breath, I opened the envelope and smoothed the letter on the table.

Dearest Miss Granger,

Word has reached my old ears of the devastating blow that has been wrought on you yet again. You have all the sympathies of the Hogwarts professors, but I find myself wishing that the main message of this letter was equally innocent and full of sympathies as the previous message.

My dear, I have a mission for you. I'm afraid that only you can do it and you have my complete confidence in your abilities to complete it.

That is all I can say over this letter, just in case it is intercepted, because my dear we all know that there are some rouge Death Eaters out there lurking still. As you well know.

Might I again point out that if you say no, all is lost for this man who has done so much? Oh, I'm afraid I've already said too much.

Please come and again aid our cause my dear. I will meet you at Hogwarts Headmasters office whenever you need to ask questions or have decided. You can either Floo or aparate, all options are open for you my dear.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

My hands jerked sporadically as I slowly lowered the letter to the table. A mission, that only I could do and if I don't someone who's done much for us will be forever lost? Oh God, what is the Headmaster planning this time.

I sighed and stood up running a weary hand through my tangled mess that I call hair. I needed to get ready to leave as soon as possible. I had questions and through hell or high water, Albus -who really likes to meddle- Dumbledore was going to answer them.

~X~

So, what do you think? Yes I know VERY little Severus yet... but trust me chapter three will intro him to the tale. Yum yum yum. :D

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