A/N: I was shocked at the lack of negative comments about Hermione's big secret. No, you won't be getting a lot of details in this chapter. As her letter mentioned there will be a trial, and that is when details will be known. I don't want to repeat them a lot, so it's one and done. But, we have a happier note, on to getting past her new husband and going to her audition for Phantom of the Opera. (I have a new favorite movie called The Devil's Carnival. If you like weird musical movies I suggest watching that and Repo! The genetic opera.) With out further time you waste on me controlling your mind by having you read this author note, here is chapter 8. also, there will be a full song here, because I feel like it
Chapter 8
Hermione's heart clenched tightly as she looked from the now empty air towards her husband.
"Miss Granger, I asked you a question, and I want an answer. When did you have an abortion?"
Hermione tried to hold back the tears and managed to yell out, "The day I became engaged to you!"
With that she disapparated out of the kitchen, leaving Severus to finish making his breakfast, and wondering what the hell that witch was in to.
Hermione had appeared in the alley between Honeyduke's and the three broom sticks pub. July 1st, and she would be auditioning to be in the first musical her parents had ever taken her to see on stage. Her information page was clutched tightly in her hands, and for once, Hermione didn't care that a paper of some importance was getting crinkled. She was focused on calming her breathing and stopping any tears from falling. Her heart seemed to be trying to halt over and over and even taking lung filling deep breathes could not relieve the tightness constricting her. She knew it was coming, she told Ron about it, and how there would be a trial. She knew he could sue her, and she had no doubt that letter was coming next. The only bright side was that he could only sue her if she was found guilty.
Thinking about her problems only made it worse, so she began humming a tune to herself. A soft, saddening song, because some how the sad songs always made her feel better. Slowly she went from a soft hum to gently singing it, making sure her voice wouldn't crack and betray her, "You seem so devoted, Your love is unconditional, You were self-promoted, I never asked you, You were my everything, My apparitional faith. Where are you when I am screaming to my God, What am I coming to?"
Finally she felt comfortable enough, strong enough, to brave the stage before even that scared her. She made her way inside to find her transfiguration professor glaring at her.
"Professor," she greeted calmly.
"Miss Gran-," and then she stopped herself and continued with a cold, but somewhat concerned voice continued, "My apologies, Mrs. Snape."
The whole bar seemed to quite, like in the movies Hermione had enjoyed watching with her parents. Her parents who no longer knew that she even existed. Hermione mentally shoved those thoughts aside. She was here for one reason only, once she was done, she could go home, well, spinner's end, and lock herself in her room to cry out everything later. Her walls were crumbling and she didn't them crashing now.
"I see you heard," Hermione responded, almost nonchalantly.
"It was hard not to with Weasley ranting on about his whore of an ex-girlfriend everywhere."
Hermione flinched. When she heard that word, it almost sounded like her professor believed that Hermione really was one.
"Well, I'm not here to discuss petty fools. Shall we get to business?"
By now everyone had gone back to their conversations, only stopping occasionally to glance at the girl who married Severus Snape.
"Alright, the stage is over there. If I can have your resume, you can hand the sheet music to the piano player and begin singing. After that, one of the other students auditioning will join you for a cold reading."
Hermione nodded and headed over to the small stage, as she stepped on she felt the amplifying charm so that microphones wouldn't be needed.
She handed the music to the fairly cute piano player, and then faced McGonagall. Herimone took a few deep breathes and found her inner peace while she listened to the beginning of the music.
Severus quickly discarded the pancakes and Apprated himself to Hogsmeade after leaving his home. How Hermione had managed to get past the wards was simple enough. Her emotions were high and it caused a spike in her magic. But what he wanted to know was why she would risk breaking one law that the ministry took very seriously. They had even been known to go to great lengths to get muggles put in prison if the child they aborted would have been magical. He knew the Lucius had mentioned finding her outside of St. Mungo's but he thought it had been for a regular checkup or some sort of career tour.
Now he looked at her standing on the stage in the Three Broomsticks and he felt in awe. The light showed the highlights in her hair that weren't normally visible. He could see the incredible strength she had to have made it this far, and he could see her suffering. But then the piano started to play and she closed her eyes as she drew in a breathe and began to sing.
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Remember me to one who lives there. He once was a true love of mine." He felt shock emminate through his body. Her voice, was indescribable, and he felt that it didn't match. Yet she continued to sing, mesmerizing him completely, "Tell him to make me a cambric shirt. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without no seams nor needle work. Then he'll be a true love of mine. Tell her to find me an acre of land. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Between the salt water and the sea strand, Then she'll be a true love of mine."
Severus found himself able to break the trance and look around the bar. Everyone had fallen silent to watch her sing. He wondered what she pictured behind her closed eyes, and why she didn't open them.
Hermione could see it plainly before her. An unending meadow of nothing my grassy hills and huge trees perfect for climbing. It gave her the confidence to sing like she had never sung before.
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there, He once was a true love of mine. Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. And gather it all in a bunch of heather, Then she'll be a true love of mine. Then he'll be a true love of mine."
As she exhaled the last note, she kept her eyes closed, but felt a sudden urge to open them as the sound of thundering applause found its way to her ears. Before her stood the entire bar, clapping and cheering. A standing ovation at an audition. Her heart soared with joy that she could be that good, and for a moment, just one moment in her now shitty life, she was truly and completely happy.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it. I think you all should look up the songs I've used on youtube. Here are all the songs from each chapter what to search:
Chapter 5 and 8: Song: "Castle Down" Artist: Emilie Autumn
Chapter 6: Song: "Rose Red" Artist: Emilie Autumn
Chapter 8: Song: "Scarborough Fair" Artist: Leaves Eyes (I know that Simon and Garfunkel originally did this song. However the version that inspired me was Leaves' Eyes. The version are very different in how they're sung. I prefer this one.)
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Also, if you don't live in Colorado and decide to visit, you must try the Melting Pot. It's a fondue restaurant, and yes, on the expensive side, but so delicious and (in my totally non-biased opinion) worth it. Went there for my birthday. Mmmmmm. Any way, Read and review like normal loves. Make my day.
