A Year To Remember - By grahm_craker_gal
Chapter Ten
DISCLAIMER: Sirius is a medi-wizard now because it fits well in my story. I have no idea what is real profession was or will be, but for this story he's like the magic form of a doctor. Just wanted to let you know!
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I roamed around Hogsmeade for a couple of hours after Hermione had told me the truth. Confusing thoughts were darting through my head randomly. After aimless wandering I remembered that Sirius was a medi-wizard by profession. He had gotten his degree before he was sent to Azkaban and had started his own practice after being released. I went into a shop where you could safely use floo network. As I jogged to the shop, I silently cursed myself for not learning to apparate yet because I knew it would cost me an arm and a leg to floo.
When I got to the shop I paid the owner the cost of flooing and of the powder. Then I stepped into the fireplace and clearly said, "Sirius's house."
I landed in Sirius's fireplace. After brushing myself off and climbing out, I yelled into the quiet house, "Sirius, you here?"
For a few minutes there was silence. Then I heard Sirius plodding down the hall to investigate the noise. "Harry?" He greeted me curiously, sounding exhausted.
"I need your help," I said blatantly.
Sirius looked confused. As he examined me, looking for injury, he asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"It's Hermione. She's." I struggled, not wanting to say it because saying it would make it more real. I continued, "She's got Cancer. And I need you to see her right now," I finished, probably sounding like a lunatic.
"Okay, you need to calm down," Sirius said evenly as he gently pushed me into a chair.
I stood up angrily and exploded, "Will you help her or not?" I asked, yelling.
"I don't." Sirius tried to find the right words as he tried once again to get me back into the chair, "I don't know her case. I don't know her history. I'd have to talk to her physician. I don't deal with that sort of thing, Harry. I can't."
I stalked over to the fireplace while saying furiously, "You know what? Forget it. I knew it." Then I spat into the fire, "Gryffindor common room," flicking the floo powder I had purchased around me.
Before I swirled away, I heard Sirius plead to no avail, "Would you wait? Harry! Wait!"
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I stumbled out of the fireplace, tears flowing, in a very unmanly manner, down my face as I attempted to wipe them away. I jogged up to my room and collapsed on my bed, exhausted. But as tired as I was, I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
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It was two whole days since that fateful night. I still couldn't bear to talk to Hermione who had avoided me like the plague. I was sitting on my bed, head in hands when Ron came in. We were the only two people in the room and I expected him to either pass by with a word or say something nasty to me. But he didn't. He stopped right in front of me and said quietly, sounding very uncomfortable, and said, "Hey, Sirius wrote to me. He told me, man."
"Told you what?" I asked disinterestedly, not looking up.
Ron flinched and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "About you, about Hermione," Ron hinted awkwardly.
"What's there to tell?" I asked rhetorically keeping my head down to hide the tears welling in my eyes, "She's the best person I've ever known."
"I didn't understand," Ron said regretful. I looked up at him and saw that he was being sincere. He wasn't trying to excuse his actions, just to apologize for them.
"It's okay, man," I said holding my hand to for him to shake, "It's okay."
* * * * * * * * * *
It had been a week since Hermione had been to class or I had seen her. I decided to go see her. Turning the doorknob and walking into that room was one of the hardest things I ever did. But it was worth it. When she saw me, Hermione gave me one of her shy half-smiles. I just stood there with for a while. She was in her bed, looking pale and sickly but still beautiful. After a while she said softly, "I'm. I'm sorry. I really should have told you sooner."
"No," I said shaking my head. I suddenly felt horrible about all the things I'd made her do, "I made you do too many things. I kept you out."
She put her hand on my arm comfortingly and interrupted, "No, no. If anything, you kept me healthy longer."
I stared down at her, lost in her chocolate brown eyes. I felt an inexplicable wave of sadness. I suddenly realized that Hermione wouldn't be here for long. "Are you scared?" I asked her nervously.
"To death," she joked, I frowned. "C'mon, lighten up," she encouraged.
"It's not funny," I said sternly.
I bent down and pressed my forehead to hers. I looked into her eyes, which were full of fear. "I'm scared of not being with you," she whispered.
I lied down next to her and hugged her tightly. "Oh baby, that'll never happen. I'll be right here," I comforted her.
Just then McGonagal walked in. "Hermione!" the professor exclaimed sharply, "What is that boy doing here?"
I felt her go body go limp before I saw it. McGonagal rushed towards the bed and yelled at me to help her get Hermione down to the hospital wing.
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It was a whole day since Hermione had passed out. She was conscious now, but very weak. I hadn't left the hospital wing at all and the little bits of sleep I had gotten were fitful and restless. I was sitting by her bed when her father walked in I assumed that he had been notified of her condition and had come to see her. "Harry, one moment please," he said to me, wanting to have some time alone with Hermione. I got up groggily and kissed Hermione's hand. "I just need a minute with her," he said.
I walked away, looking back at Hermione as I told her, "I'll be back, okay?"
"Okay," she accepted.
I left her small room and stood outside the closed door. The walls were paper thin, so I heard their conversation.
"Daddy, so serious," Jamie said in mock solemnity.
"Do you remember when you were about five or six?" her father asked, "And you said you hated gravity and you wanted to jump off the roof and fly?" Hermione laughed and I felt momentary bliss. I chuckled a bit at this myself, imagining a adolescent Hermione trying to fly.
"I was so angry at you for making me come down," Hermione remembered.
"Honey," I could here Hermione's father trying to hold off tears, "If I kept you too close, it's just because I wanted to keep you longer."
"Dad." Hermione started in reproachfully.
"You know, when I lost your mother, I was afraid my heart would never open again," her father reminisced, "Hermione, I couldn't look at you for days. But then."
"I love you so much."
I wished I could here her say that to me.
* * * * * * * * *
I was sitting in the common room, trying to focus on an essay for Transfiguration. After a week Dumbledore had gently reminded me that I still had to attend class. I, somewhat reluctantly, took the hint and was now buried with extra homework and missed assignments. As I was rewording a few sentences, Ginny stopped in front of me and said, more nervous than I'd ever seen her, "Hi,"
I looked up, startled and displease. Ginny hadn't been one of my favorite people since we broke up. "Hey," I greeted her, reservedly, looking back down at my essay.
"I, uh, wanted to give you these," she explained, handing me a small package, "They're pictures from the play." I flipped through them, seeing moving images of Hermione and I. "I. I'm sorry about the fliers," she blurted out. She was wringing her hands anxiously and I could tell that she needed to be forgiven.
"Hey, it doesn't matter," I told her, sensing her calming down immediately.
"Yeah," she responded. "I guess you're with who you should be. It's like she choose you," Ginny said, after a long pause.
"Yeah, and I don't even know why," I replied truthfully.
"I do," Ginny said regretfully, tears threatening to pour out. Then she kissed me softly on the cheek and walked away.
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I had been checking in with Hermione religiously. Today was no different. "How are you feeling?" I asked when I entered her room.
"I'm okay. How're you?" she inquired.
"Pretty good," I responded, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.
"I have something for you," she told me, pulling up a bag and sorting through it's contents before pulling out a book, "Don't worry, it's not a bible," she said dispelling my secret fears, "It was my mother's. It's got all of her favorite quotes from books or people or just some of her own thoughts or ramblings."
"Okay, let's check it out," I said, opening to the first page picking a random quote. "What is a friend? A friend is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. Aristole." I read.
"Uh, here," she said pointing to a quote.
I read the quote she instructed me to, "Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish," Hermione, with her eyes closed, recited the last part with me, "It does not take offense and is not resentful."
"You know what I figured out today?" she asked me after a few minutes.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like the journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this," she told me. I sincerely doubted that I was anything remotely close to an angel, but I thought it was sweet and comforting.
I leaned down and kissed her as I said, "You're my angel."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, yeah! I'm off school finally, so I have more time to write! Sorry for the gap between updates, but I've been lazy and this chapter took a while. I know the end is a bit fluffy, but oh well! I'll be gone for a (really short) trip, so don't expect any ultra-quick updates, but I'd love to come back and be surprised by a whole bunch of reviews! (hint, hint)
THANK YOUS:
Delila-malfoy
Ramy - Wow! That's like the most reviews at one time ever. It was my pleasure to give you a special thank you!
Fatima
Sunny
Flippin' Mental - I would love to read your story, I've just been major- league busy for the past few weeks. I'll read it, but it may take me some time!
David M. Potter
Cookielover87
SPECIAL THANK-YOU:
LOTR-Freak
Who put me on her favorites list!
Well, please review!
That's all for now,
Until next update,
grahm_craker_gal
Chapter Ten
DISCLAIMER: Sirius is a medi-wizard now because it fits well in my story. I have no idea what is real profession was or will be, but for this story he's like the magic form of a doctor. Just wanted to let you know!
* * * * * * * * * *
I roamed around Hogsmeade for a couple of hours after Hermione had told me the truth. Confusing thoughts were darting through my head randomly. After aimless wandering I remembered that Sirius was a medi-wizard by profession. He had gotten his degree before he was sent to Azkaban and had started his own practice after being released. I went into a shop where you could safely use floo network. As I jogged to the shop, I silently cursed myself for not learning to apparate yet because I knew it would cost me an arm and a leg to floo.
When I got to the shop I paid the owner the cost of flooing and of the powder. Then I stepped into the fireplace and clearly said, "Sirius's house."
I landed in Sirius's fireplace. After brushing myself off and climbing out, I yelled into the quiet house, "Sirius, you here?"
For a few minutes there was silence. Then I heard Sirius plodding down the hall to investigate the noise. "Harry?" He greeted me curiously, sounding exhausted.
"I need your help," I said blatantly.
Sirius looked confused. As he examined me, looking for injury, he asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"It's Hermione. She's." I struggled, not wanting to say it because saying it would make it more real. I continued, "She's got Cancer. And I need you to see her right now," I finished, probably sounding like a lunatic.
"Okay, you need to calm down," Sirius said evenly as he gently pushed me into a chair.
I stood up angrily and exploded, "Will you help her or not?" I asked, yelling.
"I don't." Sirius tried to find the right words as he tried once again to get me back into the chair, "I don't know her case. I don't know her history. I'd have to talk to her physician. I don't deal with that sort of thing, Harry. I can't."
I stalked over to the fireplace while saying furiously, "You know what? Forget it. I knew it." Then I spat into the fire, "Gryffindor common room," flicking the floo powder I had purchased around me.
Before I swirled away, I heard Sirius plead to no avail, "Would you wait? Harry! Wait!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
I stumbled out of the fireplace, tears flowing, in a very unmanly manner, down my face as I attempted to wipe them away. I jogged up to my room and collapsed on my bed, exhausted. But as tired as I was, I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep tonight.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was two whole days since that fateful night. I still couldn't bear to talk to Hermione who had avoided me like the plague. I was sitting on my bed, head in hands when Ron came in. We were the only two people in the room and I expected him to either pass by with a word or say something nasty to me. But he didn't. He stopped right in front of me and said quietly, sounding very uncomfortable, and said, "Hey, Sirius wrote to me. He told me, man."
"Told you what?" I asked disinterestedly, not looking up.
Ron flinched and shifted his weight from foot to foot. "About you, about Hermione," Ron hinted awkwardly.
"What's there to tell?" I asked rhetorically keeping my head down to hide the tears welling in my eyes, "She's the best person I've ever known."
"I didn't understand," Ron said regretful. I looked up at him and saw that he was being sincere. He wasn't trying to excuse his actions, just to apologize for them.
"It's okay, man," I said holding my hand to for him to shake, "It's okay."
* * * * * * * * * *
It had been a week since Hermione had been to class or I had seen her. I decided to go see her. Turning the doorknob and walking into that room was one of the hardest things I ever did. But it was worth it. When she saw me, Hermione gave me one of her shy half-smiles. I just stood there with for a while. She was in her bed, looking pale and sickly but still beautiful. After a while she said softly, "I'm. I'm sorry. I really should have told you sooner."
"No," I said shaking my head. I suddenly felt horrible about all the things I'd made her do, "I made you do too many things. I kept you out."
She put her hand on my arm comfortingly and interrupted, "No, no. If anything, you kept me healthy longer."
I stared down at her, lost in her chocolate brown eyes. I felt an inexplicable wave of sadness. I suddenly realized that Hermione wouldn't be here for long. "Are you scared?" I asked her nervously.
"To death," she joked, I frowned. "C'mon, lighten up," she encouraged.
"It's not funny," I said sternly.
I bent down and pressed my forehead to hers. I looked into her eyes, which were full of fear. "I'm scared of not being with you," she whispered.
I lied down next to her and hugged her tightly. "Oh baby, that'll never happen. I'll be right here," I comforted her.
Just then McGonagal walked in. "Hermione!" the professor exclaimed sharply, "What is that boy doing here?"
I felt her go body go limp before I saw it. McGonagal rushed towards the bed and yelled at me to help her get Hermione down to the hospital wing.
* * * * * * * * * *
It was a whole day since Hermione had passed out. She was conscious now, but very weak. I hadn't left the hospital wing at all and the little bits of sleep I had gotten were fitful and restless. I was sitting by her bed when her father walked in I assumed that he had been notified of her condition and had come to see her. "Harry, one moment please," he said to me, wanting to have some time alone with Hermione. I got up groggily and kissed Hermione's hand. "I just need a minute with her," he said.
I walked away, looking back at Hermione as I told her, "I'll be back, okay?"
"Okay," she accepted.
I left her small room and stood outside the closed door. The walls were paper thin, so I heard their conversation.
"Daddy, so serious," Jamie said in mock solemnity.
"Do you remember when you were about five or six?" her father asked, "And you said you hated gravity and you wanted to jump off the roof and fly?" Hermione laughed and I felt momentary bliss. I chuckled a bit at this myself, imagining a adolescent Hermione trying to fly.
"I was so angry at you for making me come down," Hermione remembered.
"Honey," I could here Hermione's father trying to hold off tears, "If I kept you too close, it's just because I wanted to keep you longer."
"Dad." Hermione started in reproachfully.
"You know, when I lost your mother, I was afraid my heart would never open again," her father reminisced, "Hermione, I couldn't look at you for days. But then."
"I love you so much."
I wished I could here her say that to me.
* * * * * * * * *
I was sitting in the common room, trying to focus on an essay for Transfiguration. After a week Dumbledore had gently reminded me that I still had to attend class. I, somewhat reluctantly, took the hint and was now buried with extra homework and missed assignments. As I was rewording a few sentences, Ginny stopped in front of me and said, more nervous than I'd ever seen her, "Hi,"
I looked up, startled and displease. Ginny hadn't been one of my favorite people since we broke up. "Hey," I greeted her, reservedly, looking back down at my essay.
"I, uh, wanted to give you these," she explained, handing me a small package, "They're pictures from the play." I flipped through them, seeing moving images of Hermione and I. "I. I'm sorry about the fliers," she blurted out. She was wringing her hands anxiously and I could tell that she needed to be forgiven.
"Hey, it doesn't matter," I told her, sensing her calming down immediately.
"Yeah," she responded. "I guess you're with who you should be. It's like she choose you," Ginny said, after a long pause.
"Yeah, and I don't even know why," I replied truthfully.
"I do," Ginny said regretfully, tears threatening to pour out. Then she kissed me softly on the cheek and walked away.
* * * * * * * * * *
I had been checking in with Hermione religiously. Today was no different. "How are you feeling?" I asked when I entered her room.
"I'm okay. How're you?" she inquired.
"Pretty good," I responded, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.
"I have something for you," she told me, pulling up a bag and sorting through it's contents before pulling out a book, "Don't worry, it's not a bible," she said dispelling my secret fears, "It was my mother's. It's got all of her favorite quotes from books or people or just some of her own thoughts or ramblings."
"Okay, let's check it out," I said, opening to the first page picking a random quote. "What is a friend? A friend is a single soul dwelling in two bodies. Aristole." I read.
"Uh, here," she said pointing to a quote.
I read the quote she instructed me to, "Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish," Hermione, with her eyes closed, recited the last part with me, "It does not take offense and is not resentful."
"You know what I figured out today?" she asked me after a few minutes.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like the journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this," she told me. I sincerely doubted that I was anything remotely close to an angel, but I thought it was sweet and comforting.
I leaned down and kissed her as I said, "You're my angel."
* * * * * * * * * *
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay, yeah! I'm off school finally, so I have more time to write! Sorry for the gap between updates, but I've been lazy and this chapter took a while. I know the end is a bit fluffy, but oh well! I'll be gone for a (really short) trip, so don't expect any ultra-quick updates, but I'd love to come back and be surprised by a whole bunch of reviews! (hint, hint)
THANK YOUS:
Delila-malfoy
Ramy - Wow! That's like the most reviews at one time ever. It was my pleasure to give you a special thank you!
Fatima
Sunny
Flippin' Mental - I would love to read your story, I've just been major- league busy for the past few weeks. I'll read it, but it may take me some time!
David M. Potter
Cookielover87
SPECIAL THANK-YOU:
LOTR-Freak
Who put me on her favorites list!
Well, please review!
That's all for now,
Until next update,
grahm_craker_gal