I'm shooting for 100,000 words on this HPDLS story. At this point, it's going to be awhile
A week later, and Hermione looked at least a bit normal with the tubes off. Her short hair seemed to stay though, wanting to only grow back the regular way. When Hermione tried to regrow some grass, it just went shorter, so she didn't think it would be the best idea. They went to the Ministry, and Kingsley, who was found unconscious in one of the tunnels of Malfoy Manor, had recovered and was setting out some instruments, similar to the mechanical beetles that George had made to transform into a small Boggart. Stage 1 of the attack was done, and Harry and the Order planned the details of Stage 2 one day. after the meeting, Harry picked up the miniatures of his friends again. The small Hermione had sat contentedly on Harry's finger, while the little Ron tried to climb Harry's arm like he did last time. He got further, and the small Hermione scolded him again. The Hermione then was plopped on Harry's shoulder while Ron scowled, and she crawled up to Harry's ear to give him some wisdom before both of them turned back into chess pieces. Hermione was then working late, so Harry and Ron walked home. They came across an alley, and smashed in the wall, looking like a sardine can in the bottom of the garbage, was a Muggle car. When Ron looked closely, he exclaimed "Blimey, Harry! There's been a car wreck! Should we help them?" Harry rushed over to the door, using his wand to swing the door open. He flicked his wand, attempted healing spells on the driver, but it didn't heal, scab over, or anything. "Ron, my wands not doing anything." "Try mine," he said and nothing happened. "Ron, nothing's working." he looked behind him to see two wands that Ron had got out of the door of the car in his hand. "These are muggle-borns. This wasn't an accident. That's Dark magic." Harry looked back at the driver, and then the passenger, and the two kids in the back seat. Blood dripped on the driver's face, and the kid looked pale. "Call the Ministry!" said Harry "We got to cover this up! Nobody can panic! Nobody!"
Harry and Ron stumbled in through the door, and Hermione was reading on the couch an old copy of Tales Of Beedle The Bard who Hermione had obtained from Dumbledore's will. "How's it going?" she said. "You're the one here late now. Dinner's getting cold." she pointed her wand to the kitchen, and a bowl of mashed potatoes, along with gravy and some biscuits, floated in the room. "Why so late?" she asked, flipping the page. Ron replied, "Um, we forgot to grab some papers, and then it got complicated." Hermione shut the book. "Number one, Ron, you're a terrible liar. Number two, I know there was a couple of muggle-born murders earlier, don't worry. Now eat." They sat around the levitating platters and ate. Hermione started to talk "Somethings in the book Dumbledore gave me." Harry looked up, and Hermione stuffed a biscuit in her mouth. Once she finished chewing, she said "There's this little poem, like a Muggle poem. He tore it out of a book or something, it's newer than the rest." she handed Harry a piece of paper and he read it aloud "The prettiest eyes had cried the most tears, the prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets, the kindest hearts have felt the most pain." Ron shrugged "No symbols, no idea." Hermione shoved another biscuit in.
"The boy who lived, the rest survive, suffer it will be, for those who may die, dirty blood, they say can only be saved, by a touch of a heart or a touch of magic," Harry said that night around the fireplace, trying to analyze the prophecy with Ron. "It still doesn't make sense, and the poem of Dumbledore is even more confusing." A lightbulb clicked on in Harry's head. "The poem! Who do we know has the kindest heart and have felt the most pain?" Ron looked at Harry "That's you. You saved the world, and everyone you loved died." Harry sat in front of the flames for a second in silence while the fire crackled. "That's legit," he said.
This is all in my mind Hermione sighed in her sleep. She was known of the struggle she was about to endorse in her sleep like always, trying to push the Dark forces out of her mind that we're still trying to invade her. Every night she would wake up at midnight to see her arm bleeding, and she would tiptoe down the stairs, apply a washcloth, and wash the bedsheets with her wand. Every night, it just gets worse. She was afraid she'd cave in. Tonight was no better. She went down the stairs, and tonight was exceptionally awful. While coming down the stairs, and she slipped into the kitchen, like usual, and applied the washcloth, like usual. she scrubbed a little, digging into the liquid. Ron started to walk into the kitchen and saw Hermione, with one arm behind her back. "Hermione! Did you have a nightmare or something?" the water was running behind her. "Just a little hot, that's all." the hot water knob was at full. Ron was suspicious and went into the living room. Once she knew he was gone, she continued scrubbing, but it just continued to bleed. "Stupid Bellatrix," Hermione muttered under her breath, and someone grabbed her arm. "Harry!" he looked at her arm "You're supposed to tell us when you have those nightmares!" Hermione got her arm out of Harry's grasp. She ran it under the water once more, and the lights flickered a little. He could tell the look on Hermione's face, that something was wrong. She was in a very bad mood. He could tell, out of the corner of her eye, that something was different. It was green as a snake's scales, but it faded as she scrubbed furiously. "Hermione, don't give in." she looks up. "I can't hold it much longer Harry." She shivered a little. "Should we take you to St. Mungos?" Hermione was shocked "No!" she calmed down a little "No." she walked away. Ron came up to Harry and said "The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets." Harry nodded. "And I must be the last one. So, what do those mean?" They stood in silence.
There was a knock at Wendall's door. "Coming!" he shouted and came to the door. He opened it for a ginger, Ron. Ron came inside and wanted to have a little talk for both of them, Ron stared at the childhood memories up on the walls, Hermione with a ball, which Ron recognized, the family off on a vacation to the Grand Canyon, and Hermione with her father, fishing. Monica came out to the room. "You're Ronald, right?" Ron nodded, "Please, Ronald, have a seat." He sat down, Wendall and Monica on the other end, and told them everything. After they asked what the magical stuff did, Monica asked Ron "What does this Crutatious Curse do?" Ron thought for a moment. "It feels like you're burning like you're drenched in gasoline and burning, and it looks like all your nightmares are coming true, all at the same time." Monica looked down. "What did she see?" A moment of silence. "It's... it's a touchy subject. So sorry to ruin your evening." Ron got up. "Don't worry about it, Ronald. We should know about our daughter's... events." Ron went out of the door, looking back for a final time. "Please don't tell Hermione about this visit." Wendall nodded. He shut the door behind him.