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An ABC of Love

"One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life."

—Khalil Gibran

Judgments

Fleur

It was evening yet again and I'm on my way to the Hospital Wing to see if Hermione was doing well. As I turned around the corner, I bumped into someone. Someone that I loathe now, someone who had this pure anger gushing out of her gray eyes, it was none other than Ginerva Molly Weasley.

"Sorry..." I muttered.

She looked at me with eyes burning with pure hate. I watched her as she shoved me right by the corner of the wall, her back facing me and slowly disappearing into the distance. Then, as if something had made me ill, I had the urge to run. Run to Hermione, so I did.

Upon reaching the familiar mahogany doors that I've been through this whole year, it felt even more unwelcoming than it was before. I hated this place, it gives me the feeling that something was just going to happen and those things usually end up as something not good. I hated it. I really hated it.

I felt for the knob, hastily. Like it wasn't so soon enough that the door would budge open. Then it did. Greeted by only a dark room with moonlight reflecting through the windows, I saw what I was looking for. Hermione was sitting, her eyes opened, she was awake. I felt my heart skip faster than before; it's as if joy had finally come knocking into my heart once more. Soon, I felt my feet glide towards her, eager to see her brown eyes again.

She looked at me with her eyes so beautiful and her face as well, thought her expression was un-paintable. I wondered why.

"What is ze matter?" I asked her, sitting by her bedside. I reached for her hands that were sitting on her lap, trembling. She fidgeted. I wondered why. I withdrew my hands, feeling a bit offended by her actions, obviously she was telling me she's afraid of something, and that would mean, me.

"I'm so sorry... I don't know what to believe anymore... I just don't know" she said, shaking her head sideways.

My resolve to not leave her was starting to leave me. I started considering Dumbledore's suggestion, would it be best for me to leave her? Maybe for a few years? Or was it really my destiny to die with this heartache? But I need to stay here, I want to stay here with her until she gets well, though, I cannot be selfish, I wish I could. It's because I love her so...

[Snape]

There is a greater scheme in life but it's not dictated by Voldemort.

"Today, the carriage of Beauxbaton and the ship of Dumstrang would be leaving the grounds" Dumbledore said from his desk, stroking his snow white beard as if he was thinking about something deep.

"I know, headmaster..." I look at the headmaster's with a cold and piercing gaze though I only met calm and gentle ones.

"I know you did it. What do you plan to do, now that Crouch Jr. is in the constraints of the Azkaban prison?" he said barely audible.

"I'll see to it that everything would be back in place, professor" I said. "It's unfortunate she was there, very unfortunate..."

"I believe it was. But may I ask why Ms. Delacour?"

"It's as Crouch junior said, she's a much greater scheme for Voldemort's conquest" I sighed. "Maybe he-who must-not-be-named thought breaking something so fragile would get her trust... though, I do believe in Ms. Delacour that she would not fall in his trap..."

"Yes, I see. It was a great fortune that you were there in time. You may leave"

I nodded in reply. I felt my robes swish behind me, my eyes directly looking at the Mahogany doors, slowly stepping back in to the cold corridors of this castle. "Granger" I muttered as I slowly descended, mind set to returning order in the school, and returning Granger's memories.

[Hermione]

The same dream again, but when did I have this kind of dream? I don't think I remembered it.

The battle with Voldemort, and my fall into the abyss.

These cold walls are still closing up on me, the stairs, still, endlessly spiralled down and I continuously walked and walked until I broke into a run. This wasn't the same at all, this wasn't the same dream. Why you ask? I'm still running and this time the music had completely stopped. I have no lead, and I can never find her again.

Her? Who would I be referring to? I wondered, still, I ran. Just so faintly, I started remembering the music I've heard, the voice at the end. The sweet, sweet, tone I love so much... running... and running... then I found the door, slowly I began to slow down. I approached it cautiously, slowly. I tried to turn the door knob though it would not budge open. Am I stuck here? I examined the door, noticing the key hole that I never saw before, I had an idea. I searched myself for something, anything. After a while, I began desperately searching, the only key that would open that door, the exit to this nightmare... the clock was ticking. I never felt so chilled in my life then, from nowhere... thin hands crawled in between my feet then, more came from the sides, behind... and it —

I shot up in my bed, sweating. I glanced at the clock in my bedside table. Only five in the morning, great. I rolled my eyes, a bit irritated at my wake up call.

It's summer before our seventh year, and the last day I'd be spending my time with my family. The plan of action would start in a few days and I have to get ready. Threats on Muggles have been increasing lately and I have no choice but to send my parents to safety, I love them so much. I sat there thinking of possible things if Voldemort was dead a few years back when at that time Harry used the sorcerer stone on Quirrell. If, every time, his plan was spoiled by us, well, definitely, he would cease to exist. But no, he refuses to the die. That bloody bastard should have died a lot sooner and none of this would ever happen, not even to me, not even with us, not even to Fleur. How I miss her so...

Why did I remember, every last bit of her, when she was gone already? How ironic isn't it? Too damn ironic. I felt a single tear drop from my already stained face, I hastily wiped it. I should never appear weak, for everyone's sake.

I stood up from my bed and did my morning routine. Whipping out my wand, I called my luggage bag, and made things fly into it; clothes, books, herbs and potion ingredients. I sighed as the last of my desired clothing vanished into the depths of my bag. I looked at my photo album, my memories since I was a child, my favourite picture with my parents.

Tears wouldn't stop, it really can't.

"Well, mom, dad... I guess this is goodbye for now..." I whispered, holding the picture tightly in my arms as I continued to sob for this misfortune. I only wanted a happy life not war.

"Hermione! Breakfast!" Mom called from downstairs. I wiped my tears and bid goodbye to my room. Slowly descending down the stairs, I ran my fingers, slowly, down the rail of the stairs, and then the walls, then the table which held our pictures, my pictures.

I stood back by the staircase again, absorbing all the things in the house, everything, and so that I could clearly remember it as I start this life changing journey.

"Obliviate"

My pictures slowly started to fade and the only thing that was left was an empty space. This empty space is the same thing that would be left of me in my parent's memories. I sighed, though this time I let the tears drown my eyes as I walked through the front door, slowly shutting it close. I took the final step, and that was the last chance I have to change my mind. I only pray that this last chance was a lucky draw, and I would come back here alive.

Slowly walking down the streets I familiarized myself with the childhood memories I've got. Turning right at the corner, I apparated to where we would meet. Harry's place, Number four Privet Drive.

[Fleur]

Three years, it's been awfully three years since I've last looked into her warm brown eyes, to touch her dainty hands in mine where they should belong,

Tonight is the night where I would meet her once more. Have her memories of me come back? I do hope so. But, what use of it if my life had changed since then? I wonder if she would still love me back or if I still have that same intensity of love for her when I was still a student like her.

"Fleur, it's time" Bill called from the living room. I looked at him, my brows meeting in dire confusion.

"Are you scared?" he asked. I shook my head as a reply.

"I am afraid not of the war... but of seeing her again" I softly replied. He took my hand and gently squeezed it as he assured that everything would be fine.

"Are you sure you are fine with this? Us, pretending? We could definitely tell everyone that the engagement is off... Fleur"

"No. It's definitely fine... Just please pretend for a while, I'm not ready to make a bad impression on your mother, her hopes were high for me, if I did that in the midst of this crisis... who knows what would or could happen"

Bill nodded. "Of course, but what of Hermione? Would she be fond of the idea?"

"Maybe not, Bill. But it's not going to change a thing... since, she's lost all of her memories of me... I'll have to start from the bottom again" I chuckled at the last thought. Start from the bottom was the only option for me now. I looked at Bill Weasley and smiled. He smiled back.

"Well, we have to meet the others at Privet Drive... we shan't be late" he laughed. I stood up from the couch and grabbed my things and wand that were resting on the side table. I held Bill's hand as he apparated us to the destination.

Privet Drive was this small town, it was oddly quiet this time. Must've been because of the rising threat. I looked around as the dark started to eat the light away, yet slowly.

Mad-Eye Moody walked into the front porch of Harry's place, as I know of. Number Four Privet Drive. Moody knocked three times then he slowly moved back. A few minutes of waiting and Harry emerged along side, Ron and... Hermione.

Hermione, the same Hermione with brown eyes that I've missed so much. She's the same Hermione that I wish to envelop in my embrace; the very same one that I wait and yearn for. My sweet Hermione who had her memories of me lost, but she would only be one that I would gladly die for. I shook my head, really, I should be worrying about more trivial matters and not this kind of things. But it occurred to me that This is hopeless. I could never replace her with other thoughts. I sighed.

I watched as she hugged the twins, Fred and George. She nodded in acknowledgment to Moody, Lupin and Nymphadora. I watched her hoping she would notice me soon. I sighed.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yes... I'm perfectly fine, Billus" I looked at him, my eyes with worry but my lips were saying otherwise.

"She's just right there..."

"I know"

"Are you ready?"

"Wait... could I-have a little breather?"

Bill rolled his eyes, as he grabbed my shoulders and he steered me towards the house and right through the door. Bill shook hands with Harry and then patted his brother Ron, while I stood there, a nervous wreck I might say, in front of her.

"Fleur..."

"Hello, Hermione"

[Sorry... Short chapter but I'll come back with more sometime next week =)]