Hey here's my new one!! Yay! I've made it to 6 and no flames! (jumps around happily) Yay! Yeah so I think I'll be really evil this chapter...or maybe not. If you want to write me I'm at AnGeLoHaVoC@aol.com. Incase you don't want to go through the hassle of trying the review. I'm always up to a line on how I can improve.
Draco: By the way she's talking, you'd think she was an adult.
Hermione: She can be mature if she wants to. (whacks him over the head with paper)
Draco: Ack, MY HAIR! (tries to protect self)
Ron: Die ferret boy!!! (jumps on Draco)
All: NOOOOOO!!!! (Hermione tries to choke Ron and Harry runs around acting like an idiot, Draco tries to push Ron off)
Draco: Can't breathe......
Angel of Havoc: Er.....Right! (sweatdrops) Well I guess the story should presume, shouldn't it? (puts hand behind head and smiles embarrassed)
The rain poured down on Draco and Hermione as they whipped inbetween trees and spells being shot at them. Ron and Harry trailed behind them creating cover. Hermione clutched to Draco as branches and needles put more scratches on her bruised skin.
But as soon as they hit clear areas, the Death Eaters retreated. Draco slowed, confused by the action, but shrugged it off as fear.Hogwarts loomed in the distance. The beacon of hope for Hermione.Harry and Ron flew on each side and looked at Hermione. She was crying and clutching onto Draco like a life line.
"I'm going to kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do." Draco ground out. The rain had let up and was only a light rain. Harry nodded in agreement and Ron finally spoke.
"Ya know, for the first time in my life. I totally agree with you Malfoy." Ron cracked a nervous smile and let it widen. Draco chuckled.
"Yep." Looking down at Hermione, she was asleep. "But for her sake. Let us call a truce. Deal?" He looked to them. Ron more reluctant than Harry, finally agreed. Hogwarts was within reach in mere minutes.
Dumbledore gasped when the trio showed up with Hermione.
"I will call Poppy and Severus." He said quickly, going to the fire place. "Poppy! Severus! Come to my office quickly!" he said desperately. "And bring many healing potions." He added. The two sleepy heads in the fire place nodded and popped.
Dumbledore turned to the three soaked boys and one bleeding young woman.
"She's pretty bad, Professor." Draco said quietly, shifting her weight in his arms.
"Poor child." Dumbledore conjured up a set of under clothes and handed them to him. "Go dress her in the other room." Draco took the garments and blushed as he went into the antechamber to dress her. He set her on the couch and took off the cloak. He winced as he finally caught sight of her wounds. He saw the cuts on her chest and cheek. He pulled on her undies and was putting on her bra when he saw the scratches on her back as cursed furiously. Snapping the bra together, he wrapped her in the cloak and went back out to meet two other near deranged teachers.
"Oh the dear!" Madam Pomfery wailed as she took Hermione to the couch. Opening the cloak, she gasped and turned away beginning to weep. Severus, wisked over and growled at the scratches and abuse of her body. Draco looked around to find Potter and Weasley gone.
"Where's,"
"Harry and Ron?" Dumbledore finished. "To bed, they were dead on their feet." His face hardened. "You too should turn in as well."
"No." He stood up tall, fatigue fading. "I'm sticking with her until she is well."
"No, as a teacher's order, you shall go to bed. Now go." Dumbledore's boney hand pointed to the door. Draco glared and reluctantly sulked out and back to his room.
As soon as he entered and stripped from his clothes, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow. The last thought on his mind was. 'God I hope she's alright.'
Meanwhile in the office, Severus, Poppy, and Dumbledore were assessing her wounds.
"The cuts will heal, but I doubt the girl will ever be right again." Poppy said regretfully. Severus had his head hung.
"We must ask her what she wishes to do."
"You are right Severus. It is totally up to her." Dumbledore looked toward his feet. "Because now, she truly has no one except Draco." Severus and Poppy looked up to him. He held up a brown burlap bag that was bloodstained at the bottom. "I received this at midnight. It contains the heads of Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Along with it was a signed note and a picture of the bodies." He swallowed hard. "We will have to tell her in the morning. Until then she will be sleeping in here." The two nodded. A moan came from Hermione. Her cuts and bruises gone all that remained was her virginty gone and her emotional stableness.
"Draco!" She shot up and looked around wildly. "Am I at Hogwarts?!" She saw the soft glow from the fire and Dumbledore, and Pomfrey leaning over her.
"Yes, you are safe thanks to Mr. Malfoy, Potter, and Weasley." He sat on the couch beside her. "But we must speak. In that burlap bag rests the heads of your parents." He said as he pointed to the bleeding bag in the corner. "If you like you may keep it or have it buried here." Hermione looked at the bag and then burst into tears slumping against him. His frail arms wrapped around her for some comfort. She sobbed against his chest and clutched at his long robes. Severus and Pomfrey have gone into the antechamber to speak as Dumbledore spoke to her.
"Why?" She sobbed.
"Remember you were the one to put the final blow to Voldemort. He is so called getting his revenge. What do you want to do?"
"Go away. Get away and forget everything but the magic I know. I will learn on my own but I will live in muggle London or even America. Just help me escape and I swear I will keep up with you." She looked up to him pleading. "You mustn't tell Draco. I can't face him until I'm ready. Then when I tell you I'm ready you can tell him where I am." She clutched his robes even harder. "Please." She pleaded.
"As you wish. I will get Severus to get your belongings along with Hagrid. But I must say, Hogwarts would have been the safest place for you."
"Not if they don't recognize me." She said smirking finally.
Hermione was sent off, accompanied by Hagrid, for a month, to America. Settling her into an apartment in Hartford. It was quiet and out of the way. She had a fire place that let her converse with the teacher regularily. Amazingly, Snape was most worried about her. He visited atleast once every other month. He became more like a father to her than anything.
She died her hair blonde and cut it to right above her shoulders, wearing contacts that turned her eyes blue, she worked as a waitress at a small diner.
"He misses you." Severus said while they were drinking tea during one of his visits.
"Who?" She asked.
"Draco, he had a fit when we told him that you had died. Nearly went mad." He took another sip. "Now he's a very strict Auror at the ministry. He's going after, Dark Silver." He looked away not wanting to see her cry. "Diana says hi." he smiled when her face lightened. The two had adopted the distraught girl, not legally, but close enough.
"I miss her as well. I'll try and come to London soon." Turning the mug in her fingers she sighed.
"Been gone for 5 years and yet I still have this bloody accent." She laughed. "But I still have never wanted to date. "
"I totally understand. But I must repeat." He looked into her eyes. "He loves you still. Draco is madly in love with you." He smiled when her cheeks went ruddy. "Plus, Potter's gone and got himself married. And his wife Ginny," he paused as Hermione gasped and squealed happily. "Is pregnant with their first."
"Really!?" She leaned over. "Is it a boy or girl? Or do they know?"
"It's a girl. Potter wanted to find out because now he's going to name her, Hermione. In your honor."
"No, I'm Talia Borning now." She smiled, "But yes, I am honored. What's become of Ron?"
"He married Pavarti and they have 2 rugrats. And guess what? They are twins. Boy and girl. Percy and Hermione, again! What a popular name you've got." He chuckled and then sobered. "Remember, anytime you're ready, just give us a call. By fire place of course." He got up and hugged her. "How can you stand muggle clothing? I do so miss my robes. Sirius wants to visit soon so you may see him pop up in your living room soon. My portkey leaves at three. We are always open, come home soon." He headed out and Hermione got back to work.
Draco stood over the body of Peter Pettigrew. His charred body was still smoking from the Fire spell he put on him. His took his silver hand and opened the small compartment in the wrist part. In it lay a vile of his lost love's blood. He took it and kicked the dead body for good measure.
He had a scar over his cheek and blood seeped from his lip. All of the Death Eater's were gone thanks to Potter and Weasley's help. His dragon hide pants, vest, and boots were well worn and his large muscles strained against the clothes.
Apparating out of the buring castle, he apeared in the MInistry holding the smoldering hand in his gloved hand. He held it up and a roar of applause erupted from the room.
The evil was gone and now he could go home, kick up his feet and drink one STRONG cup off coffee. Maybe find himself a wife and have a couple of strong kids that'll go to Hogwarts and Study under some of the best Wizards of history. Potter, only having one eye, reminded him of the past Mad Eye Moody. The old coot had died during his 6th year and wasn't too missed. His memory still haunted him of being a bouncing ferret for a few moments.
Sirius Black stood beside him smiling. In a few hours he was taking a port key to the U.S. and seeing his little girl Hermie, or shall he put it. Talia. He chuckled. Harry and Ron were with their own and he looked to Draco. Maybe this time Hermione would come home and be Talia, not Hermione. Yet.
OK yay! finished with that chapter. I was like, hey this needs a twist. Why not this? So bam, Hermione turns into a U.S. girl (GOD BLESS) and hides from everyone, except her teachers. I wanted Severus to be a good guy and I loved this idea. I mean he does need a daughter and none other than him should do it along with Sirius too. (sweetie!) BUT review and I'll smother you with kisses and Chapters. (blows kisses) Bananas!
Draco: By the way she's talking, you'd think she was an adult.
Hermione: She can be mature if she wants to. (whacks him over the head with paper)
Draco: Ack, MY HAIR! (tries to protect self)
Ron: Die ferret boy!!! (jumps on Draco)
All: NOOOOOO!!!! (Hermione tries to choke Ron and Harry runs around acting like an idiot, Draco tries to push Ron off)
Draco: Can't breathe......
Angel of Havoc: Er.....Right! (sweatdrops) Well I guess the story should presume, shouldn't it? (puts hand behind head and smiles embarrassed)
The rain poured down on Draco and Hermione as they whipped inbetween trees and spells being shot at them. Ron and Harry trailed behind them creating cover. Hermione clutched to Draco as branches and needles put more scratches on her bruised skin.
But as soon as they hit clear areas, the Death Eaters retreated. Draco slowed, confused by the action, but shrugged it off as fear.Hogwarts loomed in the distance. The beacon of hope for Hermione.Harry and Ron flew on each side and looked at Hermione. She was crying and clutching onto Draco like a life line.
"I'm going to kill that bastard if it's the last thing I do." Draco ground out. The rain had let up and was only a light rain. Harry nodded in agreement and Ron finally spoke.
"Ya know, for the first time in my life. I totally agree with you Malfoy." Ron cracked a nervous smile and let it widen. Draco chuckled.
"Yep." Looking down at Hermione, she was asleep. "But for her sake. Let us call a truce. Deal?" He looked to them. Ron more reluctant than Harry, finally agreed. Hogwarts was within reach in mere minutes.
Dumbledore gasped when the trio showed up with Hermione.
"I will call Poppy and Severus." He said quickly, going to the fire place. "Poppy! Severus! Come to my office quickly!" he said desperately. "And bring many healing potions." He added. The two sleepy heads in the fire place nodded and popped.
Dumbledore turned to the three soaked boys and one bleeding young woman.
"She's pretty bad, Professor." Draco said quietly, shifting her weight in his arms.
"Poor child." Dumbledore conjured up a set of under clothes and handed them to him. "Go dress her in the other room." Draco took the garments and blushed as he went into the antechamber to dress her. He set her on the couch and took off the cloak. He winced as he finally caught sight of her wounds. He saw the cuts on her chest and cheek. He pulled on her undies and was putting on her bra when he saw the scratches on her back as cursed furiously. Snapping the bra together, he wrapped her in the cloak and went back out to meet two other near deranged teachers.
"Oh the dear!" Madam Pomfery wailed as she took Hermione to the couch. Opening the cloak, she gasped and turned away beginning to weep. Severus, wisked over and growled at the scratches and abuse of her body. Draco looked around to find Potter and Weasley gone.
"Where's,"
"Harry and Ron?" Dumbledore finished. "To bed, they were dead on their feet." His face hardened. "You too should turn in as well."
"No." He stood up tall, fatigue fading. "I'm sticking with her until she is well."
"No, as a teacher's order, you shall go to bed. Now go." Dumbledore's boney hand pointed to the door. Draco glared and reluctantly sulked out and back to his room.
As soon as he entered and stripped from his clothes, he was asleep before his head hit the pillow. The last thought on his mind was. 'God I hope she's alright.'
Meanwhile in the office, Severus, Poppy, and Dumbledore were assessing her wounds.
"The cuts will heal, but I doubt the girl will ever be right again." Poppy said regretfully. Severus had his head hung.
"We must ask her what she wishes to do."
"You are right Severus. It is totally up to her." Dumbledore looked toward his feet. "Because now, she truly has no one except Draco." Severus and Poppy looked up to him. He held up a brown burlap bag that was bloodstained at the bottom. "I received this at midnight. It contains the heads of Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Along with it was a signed note and a picture of the bodies." He swallowed hard. "We will have to tell her in the morning. Until then she will be sleeping in here." The two nodded. A moan came from Hermione. Her cuts and bruises gone all that remained was her virginty gone and her emotional stableness.
"Draco!" She shot up and looked around wildly. "Am I at Hogwarts?!" She saw the soft glow from the fire and Dumbledore, and Pomfrey leaning over her.
"Yes, you are safe thanks to Mr. Malfoy, Potter, and Weasley." He sat on the couch beside her. "But we must speak. In that burlap bag rests the heads of your parents." He said as he pointed to the bleeding bag in the corner. "If you like you may keep it or have it buried here." Hermione looked at the bag and then burst into tears slumping against him. His frail arms wrapped around her for some comfort. She sobbed against his chest and clutched at his long robes. Severus and Pomfrey have gone into the antechamber to speak as Dumbledore spoke to her.
"Why?" She sobbed.
"Remember you were the one to put the final blow to Voldemort. He is so called getting his revenge. What do you want to do?"
"Go away. Get away and forget everything but the magic I know. I will learn on my own but I will live in muggle London or even America. Just help me escape and I swear I will keep up with you." She looked up to him pleading. "You mustn't tell Draco. I can't face him until I'm ready. Then when I tell you I'm ready you can tell him where I am." She clutched his robes even harder. "Please." She pleaded.
"As you wish. I will get Severus to get your belongings along with Hagrid. But I must say, Hogwarts would have been the safest place for you."
"Not if they don't recognize me." She said smirking finally.
Hermione was sent off, accompanied by Hagrid, for a month, to America. Settling her into an apartment in Hartford. It was quiet and out of the way. She had a fire place that let her converse with the teacher regularily. Amazingly, Snape was most worried about her. He visited atleast once every other month. He became more like a father to her than anything.
She died her hair blonde and cut it to right above her shoulders, wearing contacts that turned her eyes blue, she worked as a waitress at a small diner.
"He misses you." Severus said while they were drinking tea during one of his visits.
"Who?" She asked.
"Draco, he had a fit when we told him that you had died. Nearly went mad." He took another sip. "Now he's a very strict Auror at the ministry. He's going after, Dark Silver." He looked away not wanting to see her cry. "Diana says hi." he smiled when her face lightened. The two had adopted the distraught girl, not legally, but close enough.
"I miss her as well. I'll try and come to London soon." Turning the mug in her fingers she sighed.
"Been gone for 5 years and yet I still have this bloody accent." She laughed. "But I still have never wanted to date. "
"I totally understand. But I must repeat." He looked into her eyes. "He loves you still. Draco is madly in love with you." He smiled when her cheeks went ruddy. "Plus, Potter's gone and got himself married. And his wife Ginny," he paused as Hermione gasped and squealed happily. "Is pregnant with their first."
"Really!?" She leaned over. "Is it a boy or girl? Or do they know?"
"It's a girl. Potter wanted to find out because now he's going to name her, Hermione. In your honor."
"No, I'm Talia Borning now." She smiled, "But yes, I am honored. What's become of Ron?"
"He married Pavarti and they have 2 rugrats. And guess what? They are twins. Boy and girl. Percy and Hermione, again! What a popular name you've got." He chuckled and then sobered. "Remember, anytime you're ready, just give us a call. By fire place of course." He got up and hugged her. "How can you stand muggle clothing? I do so miss my robes. Sirius wants to visit soon so you may see him pop up in your living room soon. My portkey leaves at three. We are always open, come home soon." He headed out and Hermione got back to work.
Draco stood over the body of Peter Pettigrew. His charred body was still smoking from the Fire spell he put on him. His took his silver hand and opened the small compartment in the wrist part. In it lay a vile of his lost love's blood. He took it and kicked the dead body for good measure.
He had a scar over his cheek and blood seeped from his lip. All of the Death Eater's were gone thanks to Potter and Weasley's help. His dragon hide pants, vest, and boots were well worn and his large muscles strained against the clothes.
Apparating out of the buring castle, he apeared in the MInistry holding the smoldering hand in his gloved hand. He held it up and a roar of applause erupted from the room.
The evil was gone and now he could go home, kick up his feet and drink one STRONG cup off coffee. Maybe find himself a wife and have a couple of strong kids that'll go to Hogwarts and Study under some of the best Wizards of history. Potter, only having one eye, reminded him of the past Mad Eye Moody. The old coot had died during his 6th year and wasn't too missed. His memory still haunted him of being a bouncing ferret for a few moments.
Sirius Black stood beside him smiling. In a few hours he was taking a port key to the U.S. and seeing his little girl Hermie, or shall he put it. Talia. He chuckled. Harry and Ron were with their own and he looked to Draco. Maybe this time Hermione would come home and be Talia, not Hermione. Yet.
OK yay! finished with that chapter. I was like, hey this needs a twist. Why not this? So bam, Hermione turns into a U.S. girl (GOD BLESS) and hides from everyone, except her teachers. I wanted Severus to be a good guy and I loved this idea. I mean he does need a daughter and none other than him should do it along with Sirius too. (sweetie!) BUT review and I'll smother you with kisses and Chapters. (blows kisses) Bananas!
