Ok so I had a little problem with this chapter. I dont really know why, i just felt like i couldn't get my point across...so hopefully chapter 10 will be written and editted my friday or the weekend. Well again i dont own hp..:( but i hope you enjoy this chapter:)!
Chapter 9 – Don't You Remember
Hermione's hands shook as Henry came hurdling in the door. She bowed her head as he passed and then followed him slowly to his study. His study was a large and beautiful room. Dark wood paneling with golden lining covered the walls and wooden floors were covered by a silver and gold embroidered rug. The fireplace was on a wall with floor-to-ceiling windows and was almost as tall as her and outlined in gold and white marble. The wooden mantle held many books, pictures and a beautiful large clock. Henry took a seat by the fireplace and immediately lit it, causing an illuminous shadow to be cast about the room. Hermione brought him a brandy and lit his cigar and then stood back as he smoked slowly. He was in a fowl mood and she could sense it.
In truth since Hermione had been moved to helping Henry she seemed to see him in a new light. He was a bright, intelligent person. Bitter, sure, but honest and caring. She knew of his feelings for Holly, Otto's sister, and felt that Holly was the one who had made him this way. Holly was the whole reason she was here, why Otto was here, why the air was gloomy in his castle. She couldn't see why Otto felt such compassion for his sister. She was truly a different person than what Otto seemed to think.
"Bring me the album," Henry suddenly requested as Hermione fetched the red album.
"My Lord," she said softly handing him the album, then turning and walking back to her spot.
"Sit Hermione," he said suddenly, gesturing to the royal blue chair in front of his. Hermione stared at him for a long moment, but did as she was told.
"Yes my Lord," she murmured as she took her seat across from him.
"Hermione you are a bright girl so tell me," Henry said softly, staring at a photo in the album. "What do you think Holly is doing? Do you think she is doing as I say?"
"My Lord, I assure you that I do not know," Hermione softly said looking up at him for only a second and then back down at her hands.
"She was so different before." Henry seemed to be talking to himself, his hand sliding down a photo of Holly, the same photo which hung in the Muller Mansion's music room. Hermione didn't answer, sensing Henry's sudden mood change. His mood changes always put her on the edge. "She used to be a girl I'd never met. Quiet and brilliant. Bright and beautiful, so full of life and so innocent that she felt happiness in even the saddest, dreary places." Henry took a long pause and stared into the fire. "They changed her. Those people, your people! They made her hate and evil. Like the child of the devil, a liar an angel for the cruel. She is so easily able to kill and hate, her forgiveness is of the past."
"My people?" Hermione spoke so suddenly that Henry stared into her dark brown eyes a little shocked.
"Yes your people, the Nons, they changed her," he answered slowly, staring back into the fire.
"My people did nothing of the sort, if it were anything it was you Henry who changed her, forcing her to hurt children who have done nothing to anyone but try to live in a war filled hell."
"I who changed her!" Henry detested. "She chose that spot! You! You changed her. When they drug her through the mud, put her to work like a mule, killed her mother and father and brother in her eyes. When they denied her food and love and anything that makes you human! When they touched her and felt her the way only a man, a man with love and passion for her, touched her! That is what changed her. You see, Hermione, your people are the kind I hate the most. More than wizards or witches, more than anything! I hate them. The Nons are the devils of this world. I hate them the most. They kill for fun, they murder and rape and feel the need to be extra cruel. Their minds come up with ways to suck the life, the soul, the love from life its self. Your people do this!"
"My people . . . So do you hate me Henry, because if so, just kill me now," Hermione spoke in almost a whisper, as she stared into the Henry's yellow eyes. Henry stared back and then suddenly he had kicked over the small table that separated them, and his hands had flown one to her shoulder and the other to her cheek.
"Hate you, you have me all wrong. Your people are evil, but you are different. You are brilliant, bright and beautiful, innocent with the sweetness of virginity and life, you are quite different, Hermione Granger, because you were raised among the great. So great," he said this as his face inched closer to hers. She could feel his breath on her lips and his lips brushed across hers softly. "That even if the Nons knew of us they would not be able to fathom us into thoughts. You will become the great, Hermion." He kissed her so softly. His kiss was sweet as one of his hands slipped to her shoulder and the other to her head bringing her closer to him. His tongue slowly slid across her bottom lip asking for entrance, but Hermione slowly pulled back. Flushed and staring into his eyes once more. She looked down ashamed, sliding out of his grip and then pushed herself from the chair. She excused herself and left the room, leaving a smiling Henry alone in the study. Hermione slowly glided from the room and up the stairs to her own room. She seemed to be gliding, but it was more like running. She slipped into her room closing the door behind her, her body heaving as she took huge gulps of air.
What have I done. Hermione thought to herself. She looked down at her shaking hands and then slid to the bottom of the door as tears began to spill from her eyes. I do not love him, how could I have done this to Otto, please forgive me my love.
Ginny was slowly laced into a beautiful blue and black corset. The dress that was attached was really quite provocative. It showed almost her whole breast and was completely off the shoulders. It was floor length and ruffly so it appeared beautiful on her. The nurse who was lacing her up was named Violet. She was a sweet girl that Mother had taken in when her mother had left her on the door step. She blonde with golden eyes. A simple beauty. Mother often called her that, which was one of little things Ginny and her seemed to agree on. Ginny had not forgotten about the night that was now almost a fortnight before. She had not spoken to her mother and tried to stay on the opposite side of the house at all time. She was so scared of her mother now the mere mention of her mother made her cringe. Ginny stared at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but feel as if something in her mind was coming back to her . . .
"Ginny stop staring. Harry isn't something you ogle at like in a zoo," said a plump woman with red hair. She was holding Ginny's hand, softly.
"Mother!" Ginny could here herself saying as she stared at the profile of a boy with black hair and glasses.
"Ginny . . .Das . . . Lady of Das?" Ginny came to to the sound of Violet calling her name.
"Yes?"
"Would you like me to get you a towel, you've broken out in a cold sweat," Violet said concerned.
"No, get out!"
"Lady-"
"OUT! Did you not here me!" Ginny said shoving Violet away from her. Violet quickly retrieted closing the white door behind her. Ginny stared at the tall door with the dark wood lining. She stared around her room slowly, her eyes zooming in and out on certain things. She then collapsed into the chair next to the window and stared out into the dreary lands, closing her eyes. She tried hard to remember anything. Anything at all . . .
"Dean, I don't love him!" she screamed at a tall black haired black boy.
"If you don't love him then why do you not love me?" Dean yelled back at her.
"Dean its not that simple! Love isn't just something that comes along, its something you have to truly feel! I won't lie to you Dean. I don't love you!"
"Fine you don't love me, then why are we here, arguing to keep this lie alive!"
"Its not lie, Dean. I care for you. You just have to give me time to-"
"Time for what? To, maybe repair things with Potter so you and him can get back to being the golden duo?"
"You know-"
"I know what?"
"You know that's not how it is! How dare you?"
"Oh forget it Ginny. And while your at it. FORGET THIS!" He turned his back on her and walked away.
Ginny now found tears falling from her eyes and she briskly wiped them away. Dean. Ginny slowly closed her eyes and pondered harder.
She was standing in a large room, white sheets covering bodies and sad families gathered around them. She was huddled with the largest group by far. The same black haired boy from her first memory was now holding standing next to her. A boy with flaming red hair was holding a girl's hand with bushy brown hair. She recognized all of them as Harry, Hermione, and Ron. She stared at the other's and recognized a plump woman with red hair as the woman she had been calling mother. She was standing by a man who had his arm wrapped around her. She was crying. Ginny felt her heart drop when she realized everyone was crying. She followed their train of sight to three bodies laying under white sheets as if asleep. A man with scraggly brown hair and a beard, a bubble-gum pink haired girl, pretty even in death, and a red haired boy. She stood over him, her silent tears dripping on his forehead. He had a smile plastered on his face. She tried to remember his name but only an F came to her mind. F . . .F . . .nothing. She couldn't remember the dead's-
"My Lady, your mother wishes to see you in her study," said Violet at the door. Ginny remained silent and stood from the chair, staring at herself in the mirror. She pushed her long red hair to one side, and then glided from the room.
Hermione walked along side Ron slowly. They had walked to town to see if they could buy food. Hermione's hand was snuggled into Ron's and she felt like it belonged. She smiled to herself and slowed her pace as they came to a small store. Fruits and vegetables stood in stands outside and the glass was written on in white marker. Hermione closed her eyes for only a moment when she saw it, it reminded her of when she was younger, and her mother took her to Clement's store. Clement was a woman from some far away land. She was so kind and sweet and would give her candy every time she came in, she would tell her mom how skinny she was.
"She such beautiful girl, she too skinny! She need to fatten up," she would say with a smile on her lips and a piece of candy in her hand.
"My daughter's a dancer," her mother would say. "Dancer's aren't fat!" She would make Holly decline the candy and then pay for their things and leave the store.
Clement's store closed the summer of '41. She was ran out when the Germans took her husband and eldest son. Hermione had heard that she had been killed somewhere in Austria, and Hermione had seen her daughter's body in a pile ready to be burried.
"Hey Hermione, how much should we get?" Ron called to her, already examining the apples.
"Wait, Ron, we have to see if they'll take English currency."
When they returned home they found Harry on the porch, waiting for them.
"Harry, what are you doing out here?" Ron asked, staring at Harry. Harry just stared out in space. Hermione watched them from the steps, bags in her hand, she couldn't tell what he was staring at. Ron slowly stared in the same direction as him and became transfixed in something. Hermione then turned to see what they saw, but she saw nothing but the trees.
"Ron . . . Harry?" Hermione said slowly, turning back to them. "Ron." She touched his hand this time and he slowly turned to her.
"Hermione don't you see it?" Ron said slowly to her. She just shook her head slowly and he smiled at her. "Its lights or something. Its really cool."
"Well then I'm going inside," Hermione passed them on the stairs and headed inside to the kitchen. She stood in the dark kitchen and began putting away their things. She smiled to herself when the last thing was put away by hand. She stood over the sink and closed her eyes remembering a day she that seemed so far away now.
She was maybe five and her mother stood in the kitchen preparing liver, Holly detested liver, but she sat at the table and watched her mother. Her mother was beautiful, she was thin and fair skinned with bright blonde hair and electrifying blue eyes. She had two kids then, just Holly and her older brother Paul. Her mother smiled at her and then went back to cooking. This moment would forever stay in her mind as a time when her parents were most happy.
"Hermione," called some voice in the distance. When Hermione opened her eyes she was standing in the same kitchen she had been in. Her dark brown curly hair was crazy and wild around her, and for some reason she could feel her eyes she become teary, but she wiped them away as lanky arms wrapped around thin waist. She smiled and placed her hands on his.
"Yes, Ron," she said slowly.
"Why are you still in her if your not making dinner?" He laughed into her ear and she slapped his arm playfully pushing him away.
"Well aren't you rude?" she said devilishly, turning around on her heels.
"Your the one pushing," he replied as he placed his arms on her hips and pulling her in closer.
"Oh shut up." Hermione captured Ron's mouth in her's and began sucking on his bottom lip. Ron backed her up to the counter and opened his mouth, pulling her tongue in. Their tongue's curled around each other, while Hermione's hands ran threw Ron's red hair. It was soft to the touch on her fingers. Ron pulled Hermione closer wrapping his hands around her waist and letting them fall to her bum. She moaned loudly in his mouth, his hands squeezing her bum. Ron slowly kissed down her lips and chin to her neck where he sucked and nipped at her skin, then kissed it softly. She pulled him closer, her breathing becoming smaller bursts of air. She could feel her skin getting warmer as Ron kissed down her neck and down to her shoulder. He unbuttoned the top of her shirt and pulled it down off her shoulder, exposing the beautiful pail skin. He stopped suddenly, staring into her dark brown eyes and then bringing himself up to her. He slowly kissed her, making it tender and sweet. Hermione brought her leg to rest around his waist and Ron slid his hand up close to the hem of her jean shorts.
"Really guys," Harry said loudly as he strode into the kitchen nonchalantly. Hermione and Ron skidded from each other and awkwardly began to doing random things like opening and closing cupboards as if to seem as if they were looking for something. Hermione stopped suddenly when a small white flakes began falling from outside of the window. She watched as they slowly hit the ground and merged with the snow. Her mind guided to her last moments and then back to the snow. She gritted her teeth and turned from the window to see Harry and Ron gone from the room. She composed herself and slowly strode from the room.
The evening passed in a blur to Hermione. One moment they were eating then planning then eating and then planning. It just seemed to be either of the two, and she couldn't be more content. The less time she spent remembering the better she'd be. When Harry had retired and Ron was getting ready to Hermione stood by the fire place staring into the red flames, trance fixed.
"Are you sure you'll be alright, I can do your watch-" Ron began, but Hermione turned and smiled at him.
"I'm fine Ron," she said slowly. "What makes you ask."
"You were-" Ron slowly said in her ear. "Nevermind. Good night." He kissed her cheek and then went up stairs to bed.
Ginny sat at the table with her mother and about twenty other people. Of those present she only knew a few including Lily, Oliver and Henry himself. She stared in awe at this amazing creature. He was simply beautiful. He had dark raven hair and pale skin. His eyes where a yellow golden color that made her heart melt. She smiled at him and then averted her eyes. She could feel him smiling at her, but it didn't feel right. Finally the silence and the looks were disturbed by a voice. A man in a dark cloak sitting opposite her mother slowly began to speak.
"My Lord what brings us to be in their company?" His voice was raspy and old and when the last word rolled from his tongue and out his yellow toothed mouth it seemed that everyone at the table turned and stared at them. They all were thinking the same thing, but no one had been brave enough to say it. The only pair of eyes that weren't on them were a pair of golden ones. He stared down at his lap as if to seem like he were praying. When he finally joined the rest of the group at staring he spoke in almost a whisper.
"Because my dear Lady of Das is here to help us."
"My Lord?" called the man.
"She is going to lead us to Ms. Muller."
"But my team is-" said a Lady sitting just two seats from him. She had long brown hair and sky blue eyes.
"Hush now Camille, your team was not quick enough. You see Lady Das will lead us right to them. She looks just like their friend Ginerva. While she does that you and I, Camille, will go to Voldermort. If I want to take down that world. Getting the both of them will be their undoing. If Holly can not succeed in getting Potter than we will need help. Are you in Ginny, Lady of Das?"
"Yes, of course my Lord."
Hermione woke up early the next morning. She didn't remember when she'd come to bed, but she awoke on the bed in the what she thought to be the master bedroom. Ron lay on the floor in heap of blankets and pillows. Hermione just smiled to herself at the sight. He snored loudly, but she didn't care. She let her hand droop off the side of the bed and was surprised when her fingers fell into the red sea which was his hair. She twirled a strand between her thin fingers before pulling her hand away. She pushed herself up from the sheets and slowly began to change into a pair of jeans and a sweater. When they'd left they hadn't had time to grab anything so when they came here she'd bought three sweaters three pairs of pants and a jacket. She slipped on the sweater and pulled on her pants when a pair of arms wrapped around her.
"I thought you were asleep," she said slowly, placing her hands on his.
"I was, but you were nowhere near silent," he laughed.
"Who said I was trying to be?" Hermione spun around so she faced Ron. Her eyes stared up into his and he slowly bent forward to kiss her. When their lips met it sent a shock wave through her system. He pulled her closer as their kiss heated up. Hermione opened her mouth and pulled Ron's tongue in with her own. Her hands wrapped around his neck and her fingers dove into his red hair. Her fingers made him moan in her mouth causing her to moan as well. She pulled away first, breathing hard and smiling. Ron's mouth had turned a light shade of pink and he smiled at her with his famous lopsided grin. Her heart melted at the sight. She looked down to her feet and then back up, just in time to see him come closer and wrap his arms around her.
"Let's go find Harry and get something to eat."
"Eat?"
"Yeah I'm hungry!"
"Your always hungry."
Hermione stood in the foyer when Henry came back from the meeting. He brought with him three people she knew and a girl that looked familiar.
"Hermione, I need tea in my study immediately!" He roared.
"Yes sir." Hermione did as she was told and retreated to the kitchen to retrieve tea cups, saucers and a tea pot. She brought the dishes to his study where she over heard the conversation going on.
"My Lord, she can bring the news of the Granger's deaths," called the haughty voice of Camille. Her long brown hair was done in a simply elegant fishtail braid to the side. She sat across from Henry in the royal blue chair that she had sat in only days ago.
"Oh yes, clever Camille. Holly did do as she was told then. She killed them off, but we replaced them. What will we do with the replacements," Lily said softly.
"I propose, we make it a murder. Make it seem Voldermort killed them. And let us have Lady of Das lead them to us. We can scuff her up a bit and tell them that the war is waging in England and that they need to return as soon as possible. And when they return, we shall be waiting for them," Oliver cooed in.
"But how do we get them to believe how 'Ginny' found them," questioned Camille.
"Good question," called Lily.
"Yes good question, Camille," called Oliver.
"We still have four days to plan this. But first we must try to make Das as Ginny-ish as possible."
Hermione finally entered the room she set the plate down and then exited, leaving them to question what they were talking about. She slowly made her way to her room in Henry's mansion which was surprisingly very nice and collapsed onto the bed. She kicked off her shoes and curled up, crying herself to sleep.
When she awoke it was dark, but she knew what she must do. She had to warn them warn them all. She quickly began to write letters to Otto. She stuffed his letters in an envelope and addressed it to him. She pulled out her suitcase and stuffed it with clothing and personal items she'd collected for the many years she'd been in this world. She closed the suitcase and lugged it across the room to the door where she stopped. She turned and took a last look at the place and then stepped out into the cool hallway shutting the door behind her. She pulled the suitcase and the letters down the hall where she dropped the letter into the box to be sent. She slowly crept down the hall and out the front door.
She walked for what seemed like hours. The sun was not rising yet so she knew she was in the clear. When she finally reached her destination, a thin man stood in the door way.
"Where are you headed Harpenden, Hertforshire."
"Awww England," said the old man.
"Yes, England." Hermione was beginning to get annoyed.
"Well do you have it?" He asked holding out his hand.
"Yes four golden leifs." She dropped the gold coins into his hand, watching as he took each seperately and bit them, making sure they were real.
"Well missy step this way." He guided her into the the shed and down a series of hallways and stairs until they came to a room. The room had no lights, and the floors and walls seemed to be made of dirt. The only thing that made the room not pitch black was a ring of light blue flames that encircled a clear space in the dirt. Just step in and think of your location and it'll take you there. She slowly walked forward and stepped into the blue circle, thinking only of her home. Her real home.
Well? i'd love to see how you liked it and what your thoughts on it were. I recently watched 50 greatest hp moments...wow there is a lot we don't get to see and i enjoyed every minute of it so..if you have any spare time I'd definitely go see it:)...oh its not a movie but u can watch it at :)
