~ When Insanity stops ~
Summary: At the end of Hermione's fifth year, she feels depressed about all the stuff that has happened. One morning upon waking up, Hermione finds someone else in bed with her. And that's the only the start of this interesting tale.
AN: I'm in the area where the black out hit. I didn't get power back until Saturday. So to be nice I have posted this. I had more but it was destroyed when the power went out.
Kitchen
"Covers what," questions Hermione.
Glaring at Harry, Hermione states her question again. "Covers what?"
Smirking Harry replies, "Just about everything." Laughing when Hermione shoots him a dirty look.
OH! I am just going to hex the boy! Narrowing her eyes, Hermione pats her right side. Wait, I don't have my wand. "Where is my wand," asks Hermione while still glaring at Harry. What now? Grimacing Harry looks to Sirius for help answering Hermione's questions. Hermione follows Harry's gaze, until it rests on Sirius. "Well? Where is my wand?"
"Professor McGonagall has it," answers Sirius picking up his coffee mug. Taking at sip, Sirius answers Hermione's next unspoken question. "Because of your condition." Hearing Hermione snort of irritation. "Your condition has been no picnic for the rest of us either."
A telling blush sweeps across her face, before it's chased away by sheer paleness. Gulping in air, Hermione feels a set of hands grab both of her arms. Her stomach muscles flip and crunch, as her vision blurs.
Death-eaters! Lots of them, glancing around her, Hermione makes a fast decision. Kneeing down, "Get down! Before they see you!" Taking a sharp breath Hermione regards the students in the store. "Listen to me, BE QUITE! There is a way back to school; it's in the basement. It's important that the minute you get back that you inform Dumbledore that there are Death-eaters in Hogsmeade."
"What about you," asks Neville.
"Don't worry about me," dismisses Hermione. Gazing out the window. "Bloody hell, third years! Neville, they're using third years as target practice." Tears streaming down her face. "Listen, I want all of you to go to the castle by that passage. One of you remain here. I'll attempt to send some of them in."
"I'll wait right here to guide them," states Neville. "Just tell me where the entrance is."
"Just make sure that NO Rats get past you."
"Mione!"
Blinking and gasping, Hermione stares into intense blue eyes. Sudden sharp jerks, Hermione could barley control her limbs. "Sirius? Why am I on the floor?"
A soft sigh escapes his mouth before Sirius answers, "You had a Sugar Incante."
"A what," questions Hermione.
"A Sugar Incante is similar to the muggles form of Insulin shock," answers Remus. Both men help Hermione off the floor and back into her chair. Sirius moves his chair closer to her.
"What causes it," asks Hermione. "Sugar Incante."
"Lack of sugar or sweets," answers Harry. Sirius hands Hermione her coffee mug full of hot chocolate. Picking it up, getting a whiff of the hot chocolate, Hermione turns her head attempting to put it down. "Now Mione," stresses Harry. "You have to have something sweet."
"I know that you don't want to," states Sirius. "You never do after one of these but its necessary for you to do to so."
"Fine," mutters Hermione taking a small sip of her hot chocolate. "Tell me, where there Death-eaters in Hogsmeade?"
"Yes," answers a shocked Tonks. "Where did that come from?"
"I think I was in the sweet shop," answers Hermione. "Neville was standing closest to me." Taking another small sip, grimacing at the overly sweet taste. This is horrible! Lowering her hands, Hermione was faintly surprised when Sirius's hand covers hers.
Gazing over to him, Hermione notices that he's smirking at her. "If you put it down, I know for a fact that you won't pick it up again. So why don't you have some more?" Bringing the mug but up to her lips, Hermione squirms under everyone's intense scrutiny. What else is wrong with me?
After taking a long sip of her cocoa, Hermione softly asks, "What else is wrong with me?"
"Besides a run in with Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy," offers Tonks earning herself dark looks from Sirius and Harry. "An occasional Sugar Incante episode and recovering from near Cruciatus curse inflicted insanity," adds Tonks. "Nothing."
"Tonks!" harshly admonishes Sirius. Whoa! Is he mad. "She doesn't even know about that."
"If you would stop treating her like a child and more like an adult she would," snaps Tonks.
Toning out the arguing couple, Hermione looks around the kitchen. This room has defiantly been rebuilt. Like the new color scheme I wonder who picked it out. It's a lovely shade of green. GREEN? Narrowing her eyes, Hermione takes a closer look. It's almost Slytherin. "Why does this kitchen have a Slytherin feel to it?"
Several coughs, chokes along with some gags were the only response Hermione got. Was it something I said?
"Mine," gasps Harry. "Don't do that."
"Where are your glasses," asks Hermione.
"Magical contracts," proudly states Harry. "I wear them when I'm at work. I wear glasses when I'm not working."
"Oh," replies Hermione. "When did this start?"
"Towards the end of seventh year," offers Harry. "Before the finial fight with Voldemort. You and Sirius helped me pick them out."
"When did Sirius come back from the dead," questions Hermione looking at Sirius.
"Never died," gruffly offers Sirius.
"WHAT!" hisses Hermione. "Why you…. you over grown child! Do you have any idea of what you put us through?" Slamming down her coffee mug, loud snickers greet her statement. Mischievously twinkling blue eyes rank her over. Don't even give me that look. You are in so much trouble.
"Interesting phrasing there, Hermione," laughs Remus. Looking at Remus then to Harry, Hermione notices that both men were blushing rather profusely. Huh?
Until Later