Title The Death eaters daughter
Author name Alexia and Ambyr Green
Author email drake_please@hotmail.com
Category Romance/action/
Keywords Hermione , Draco , daughter , jewl
Spoilers all books
Rating pg 13
Summary Hermione granger is a woman on the run , she is forced to flee to Australia with her new born child. Thirteen years later a old friend from the past reveals himself , does he hold the key to Hermione's past and what of the jewl she always wears around her neck? why is every one after it. It's up to Heather the amazing psychic Angelica the amazing pyscho and the dashing and debonair Mr Blau to find out
Disclaimer we dont own any thing , but you probably already new that.
The Death Eaters Daughter- Chapter Six
"YOU ATE IT!! HOW COULD YOU DO A THING LIKE THAT!" Angelica cried with a mixture of Anger and disbelievement as she looked down at Ethy's plate with wide eyes. All that remained on it were a few cookie crumbs and some remains of the green jelly, Ethy looked up, a surprised look on her face as she swallowed the last mouthful of the green goo.
"Angelica, it was just jelly...your supposed to.." Ethy was abruptly stopped but Angelica's hand over her mouth.
"You KILLED it, Ethy! You killed it! What if it had a family! that Jelly did nothing to you!" She cried angrily, not caring that all eyes in the cafeteria were set apon her Pale complexion, angry flashing Green eyes and Bright red hair.
"Mmmph?" Was all Ethy could respond with since Angelica's hand was placed firmly over her mouth, Angelica's eyes contracted to slits on her face.
"Fine, if that's the way you feel about it you...you...you jelly murderer then I'm leaving" With that Angelica turned on the heels of her silver shoes, let go of Ethy's mouth and stomped down the hall, all eyes in the cafeteria focused on the back of her head.
When she finally turned the corner, her long Red hair swishing furiously, gradually the doctors and visitors went back to either discussing the weather or the theory of relativity...the usual conversation topics at a hospital.
Ethy looked up at the now empty hall, squinting in the neon hospital lights before looking down at her plate, shrugging and standing in the line to get another cube of the delicious treat.
****
Angelica stomped down the brightly lit hallway angrily, her silver (As Ethy called them) Space boots clomped on the carpeted floor. She burst into Hermione's room, looking around for the mysterious Bob dude, to her surprise his bladder obviously got the better of him after nearly 2 days because he was no-where to be found, Hermione was the only living thing in the room, apart from herself.
Angelica stopped as she closed the door and listened to Hermione's steady breathing, the pattern and sound were almost hypnotic to Angelica. That was the very moment she spotted the mangled box on the bedside table.
Angelica raised an eyebrow as she walked over and picked it up in her hands, she turned it over curiously. She noticed that the box was twisted and turned, like it had been repetitively blown up or exposed to one of her experiments. The Midnight Blue velveteen around the outside that felt soft against Angelica's fingers was torn in more than one place, and where it was not torn it was covered in a thin layer of dust or dried mud, Angelica couldn't tell. The box felt unusually warm in her fingers as she weighed it carefully, it seemed heavier than it should have been. She then found a deep crevice on the side of the box that looked like where the lid could be opened.
Having the curiosity of a 2 year old, Angelica dug her finger into the crevice and forced the box lid open, at first it seemed reluctant to open, but finally with a small snap the lid gave way and was parted from it's hinges. What she saw amazed her, and made her gasp.
There, lying among the pale Violet silky cloth that was slightly torn was a jewel that shone Shades of Swirling green and yellow in the grim hospital lights, it made Angelica's face glow with the colours as she leaned her head closer in amazement.
She'd never seen a necklace anything like it and the vibrant, swirling, glowing colours made her green eyes widen with amazement. Slowly, with shaking hands, though she didn't know why she seemed so shaky around the necklace, she picked it up by the end of the silver chain and slowly pulled it out of the derenged box.
The pendant glowed even more brilliantly out of the box, and with glee Angelica noticed that it left a glowing shadow on the wall opposite. She started to move the pendant from side to side, swinging it like a pendulum, hypnotised by the shadow it left on the pale sickly green hospital wall.
After a few minutes this wasn't enough for Angelica and she started to swing it around in a circle slowly, her usually lively green eyes glassy and fixed onto the glowing spinning colours. She started to spin it faster and faster, her eyes still glassy, the only part of her moving was her left arm moving around in a never-ending spinning circle.
She spun the jewel faster and faster still until finally the jewel and silver chain was just a blurred circle spinning madly around Angelica's arm. Angelica was suddenly snapped out of the trance like state she was in as she felt the chain leave her hands, she gasped as she saw it soar right over Hermione's head.
"Oh My Fudge!" She cried in distress as she ran around Hermione's bed.
'Your not gonna catch it' Angelica's head screamed to her, but she persisted, she didn't know what the necklace was but it had hypnotised her, something like that must be very strange and mysterious and definently didn't deserve to be smashed on the ground.
The Jewel soared across the room, heading straight for the door, leaving a coloured rainbow on the wall that Angelica made sure she didn't look at for fear she wouldn't be able to look away. Angelica stopped and gasped as she saw the door creak open, a very weary looking Bob stepped in.
"Catch the necklace!" Angelica cried, Bob looked up and had just enough time to reckognise the jewel ricocheting towards him.
He gasped in fear, his eyes widened as he held out his hands, to Bob this was all in slow motion as the Swirling green and yellow jewel landed perfectly in his palm. He fell to his knees and clasped the jewel tightly to his chest, breathing heavily.
Angelica bit her lip, shifting her gaze from side to side, in fact anywhere but Bob's glowering face. She could feel his eyes boring into her as he stayed on the ground, making no movement whatsoever, but still breathing deeply.
"What...Were...You...Thinking" Bob spat slowly and deliberately through clenched teeth, Angelica looked up briefly at his flashing eyes, he looked very mad.
"Well you see I found this box and I looked inside and there was a.." Angelica's words slurred together as she tried to explain to Bob what had happened. She was cut off before she could finish.
"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!" Bob cried in a voice beyond anger, Angelica looked down.
"I-I don't understand.." Angelica's wavering voice trailed off, Bob could tell she was on the brink of tears but was too mad to care.
"OF COURSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! YOU NEVER WILL. YOUR A STUPID GIT THAT'LL NEVER ACHIEVE ANYTHING" Bob cried standing up with hateful movements, putting the jewel safely in the velveteen box and placing it on the bedside table. Then he turned back to face Angelica.
"DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER EVER TELL YOU NOT TO MESS WITH THINGS THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! WELL THE JEWEL IS ONE OF THE MANY, MANY THINGS THAT YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND" Bob cried.
Angelica bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood to stop herself from crying, she was not usually an emotional person but Bob's hateful words were hitting her where it really hurt.
Angelica opened her mouth to speak, Bob saw her jaw shaking, but then she closed it again, not knowing what to say. She shifted her weight onto her other foot and wiped a drop of blood that was making it's way from her lip to the tip of her chin with her hand, then looked at the red stain it left on the side of her finger. Finally she looked up at Bob with her emerald green eyes that were shining with tears, she locked his angry gaze and saw how angry he really was at her.
'No-ones ever been this angry at you ever, Angelica' the little voice in Angelica's head taunted while she kept her gaze locked on Bob's. Angelica thought about what the voice had said, It was true. Heather wasn't even this mad at her when she'd completely blown up her apartment. The yelling Heather had done to her then seemed like a little tickle to Angelica compared to Bob's harsh angry words.
They repeated in her head
'Your A Stupid Git that will never achieve anything'
Bobs voice filled her mind. Finally Angelica broke Bob's gaze and let the tears that had wanted to escape since Bob had first uttered his harsh words pour down her cheeks. His words had really hurt her.
Bob's anger softened a little as he saw the tears and heard the barely audible sobs coming from Angelica. His one flaw he had contracted over the years was that he couldn't bare seeing a girl cry, even one that had almost killed him. He took a step closer to Angelica, who looked up at him, wiped furiously at her tears and looked at him again except with, what surprised Bob, Anger. Bob sighed (He hated seeing her crying) and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Look" he said gently, about to apologise to Angelica, but she had her own plans.
"No, you look!" She cried softly, wiping more tears from the corner of her eyes
"I didn't mean to almost break your stupid necklace, I tried to tell you it was an accident...but you kept yelling at me! I didn't mean it, Bob...you know what...your the one who doesn't understand me, Miss Angelica LeVinne..." Angelica yelled as she pulled her shoulder from under his hand, gave him one last dirty look and walked swiftly out of the room.
"Angelica, Wait....If you knew what that jewel was.." Bob trailed off and Sighed, then looked over at Hermione's body. He sat down on a hard, plastic chair and put his head in his hands.
"Was I too Hard on her?" He asked Hermione though, not surprisingly, the only answer she produced was her gentle breathing, Bob sighed once again.
"I was, wasn't I....I made her cry" Once again, Hermione's only answer was her rhythmic breathing. Bob stood up and started pacing back and fourth down the length of Hermione's bed.
"You know, you wouldn't be in here right now if you'd just married me..." Bob sighed as he pictured it.
"We could have been happy...and you wouldn't have had to go into hiding and changed your name...and Amethyst would have been mine.." Bob said softly, looking at Hermione. Her face remained the same, as did her breathing. Bob sighed and took Hermione's hand.
"You know, why are you even hiding the fact that you're Hermione L. Granger , your not Miss Green...I think you should tell them the truth" Bob commented.
"You know...I wish that you followed through with the whole Smart, no-nonsense, Brainy attitude" Bob said, placing Hermione's hand back on the bed
"Then maybe you would have had some of the sense knocked into you when you decided to run away with an obviously threatening person and have a baby before you even got out of your teens"
Hermione only breathed. Bob looked over his shoulder once, and seeing that no-one was there he muttered in a low whisper.
"And maybe you would have Picked Harry Potter for your guy instead"
****
"Dave, it's not gonna do any good yelling at Angelica in a hospital" Heather sighed as she leaned out of the drivers side window and looked curiously at Dave, who looked desperate to give Angelica a good ear bashing.
"Well...I guess it will be just as effective when she get's back....but you just remember Heather, no defending that little Hyper Active Harpy cousin of yours...she deserves all that she gets seeing as she destroyed my precious *Sniff* Moonflower" Mr Blau sighed from the passengers seat, Dave had made them give his Moonflower a proper funeral and they had buried it in the shade of a Brayville Palm that was growing on the bottom level of the Boarding house. Mr Blau had certainly not approved of all the howling and sobbing Dave had done.
"Yes, fine Dave, now we really must be going, Angelica and Ethy are probably dying to get a change of clothes on them" Heather trailed off, Dave nodded.
"Yes well, I need to put some flowers on Missy's grave and mourn a bit" Dave replied, a faraway look in his misty Blue eyes, Mr Blau sighed yet again, Dave had loved that plant so much he had named it. With that Heather started up the engine of her Purple Van and they hurtled down the road.
****
20 minutes passed, there was and uncomfortable silence between Mr Blau and Heather, neither of them wanted to speak, though they didn't know why.
"So...err...What's this about Angelica being your cousin?" Mr Blau said finally, adjusting his sunglasses in the Harsh Australian sun, Heather sighed.
"It's quite easy, my mum, my real mum, has a sister, My Aunt Zaidee, well one day Aunt Zaidee met this real nice guy named Drake LeVinne" Heather said in a slightly sarcastic tone, keeping her eyes locked on the road.
"Well Aunt Zaidee and Drake decided that they loved each other very much, so they got together and.."
"Ok, ok, I think I got that bit..." Mr Blau said, slightly repulsed as he sunk in the van's seat a little.
"Well then 9 months after that, when I was 3, little Angelica just sorta, popped out of no-where...Thus giving me a little Angel of a cousin" Heather finished her sarcastic story, Mr Blau sighed and stared out of the window, you'd think that after he'd gotten a glimpse of her underwear she'd be a little more...compassionate.
"Oh, well then that must mean Angelica was 15 when she was send to the boarding house..." Mr Blau calculated with his fingers, Heather nodded.
"Well, Auntie Zaidee was getting sick and tired of Angelica's hyperactivity...you would too if it was your daughter. So they sent her here knowing that I'd look after her" Heather replied, Mr Blau nodded briskly in return, in his opinion Auntie Zaidee had done the right thing. There was silence for a few minutes, the only sound was All The Small Things playing softly on the tape deck.
"Hang on a sec, how did you know I was 31?" Heather finally said, briefly studying Mr Blau's face, he turned from where he had been looking out of the window.
"Huh?" he replied, taking off the glasses and rubbing his eyes, Heather sighed.
"If you knew Angelica was 15 when she moved into the boarding house you would have had to know my age now" Heather said slowly, Mr Blau smiled.
"I think I've spent enough time with you in the Orion to know......Ok, so I asked Zev, he knew" Mr Blau smiled, Heather raised an eyebrow and tried not to smile, even when they were wary and slightly annoyed at each other, she couldn't help but noticed he flirted a little too much with her.
You'd think he'd gotten one glimpse at her underwear and expected her to be a little more...compassionate.
****
"And then he called me a stupid Git!" Angelica cried melodramatically from the cushioned waiting chairs she had pushed together and was lying on, Ethy nodded enthusiastically, pushed a strand of her silvery blonde hair away from her face and scribbled something briefly on a parchment notepad that was resting on her lap.
"And why do you think it was he called you that, Angelica?" Ethy said calmly in a slightly tinted German accent she had heared on late-night movie marathons, poising her quill above the parchment, Angelica sat up.
"You know what, Ethy! I don't know! I dunno why he called me a git!" After a long, thoughtful pause, Angelica grabbed the front of Ethy's shirt, Ethy looked around slightly.
"Come to think of it....I don't even know what a Git is...is it a type of stockings? A big ol' fish net?...It is a video game. Yeah, that's what it sounds like to me, a video game" Angelica said as she plunged into another thoughtful moment, letting go of Ethy's Shirt. Ethy wiped it slightly and jotted something down on the parchment.
"I see" She added, if she hadn't had perfect eyesight and had glasses, this would have been the perfect time to adjust them.
"Am I a computer Game Ethy? Do I belong in Hyperspace, zooming and dodging little blue balls and stuff..." Angelica trailed off, Ethy coughed slightly
"Do you think this talk of Computer games is because you had a bad relationship with your mother?" Ethy said with a slight German accent, Angelica remained where she was.
"I think it's more the fact my dog hates me" Angelica replied wisely and rather dramatically, Ethy raised an eyebrow.
"Angelica, you don't...have a dog" Ethy said in her normal Australian accent, slightly confused at what Angelica was saying, even though she was trying to be a good psychiatrist.
"Well...I'm pretty sure if I had a dog it would hate me" Angelica replied thoughtfully, putting her hand to her forehead in a melodramatic move and lying back down again.
"I see" Ethy said once again, scribbling something else down on the parchment. Ethy sometimes acted like Angelica's psychiatrist when Angelica was feeling down or was feeling bad about something she'd done. Ethy didn't think it made any difference seeing as all she had to do was say 'I see', ask pointless questions and scribble down a few words but Angelica insisted that it really worked and that it saved her a lot of money by seeing Ethy instead of a qualified psychiatrist (Like the one she had seen when she was 13...and 14...and 15...) who does the same thing.
"Anyway, Angelica, we'll do another session later, right now I need to check on mum, if Bob's as mean as you said I don't want her in there alone with him.." Ethy sighed as she yawned and dropped the quill to her side, Angelica sat up promptly and grabbed the back of Ethy's shirt.
"Wait, Ethy, I haven't even told you about my tortured homelife" Angelica cried behind Ethy's back, Ethy rolled her eyes and sighed openly. She looked around and opened her mouth to tell Angelica she really needed to go, but found Angelica was giving her the Cute Puppy Dog Eyes treatment, Ethy rolled her eyes again and reached for her parchment, Angelica's face lit up as she lay back down on the rather uncomfortable hospital chairs.
"So I reckon it all started the third time I fell down the 27 steps in my house..."
****
Bob sat in the little plastic chair and waited, he didn't know what he was waiting for but he was waiting.
Bob had had the worst day in his life that he could possibly remember, He had thought coming to see Hermione again after 14 years would have resulted in one of the happiest days of his otherwise dreary life, but it had been the exact opposite. He'd found out Hermione had had a baby with another guy, he had made someone, a girl, cry, he'd almost died and what was the good part...nothing.
The only thing he had heard from Hermione was her breathing that he'd heard many times from his old days in Hogwarts. What he wouldn't give to hear her voice again, he wouldn't have cared if it was only a dry, hoarse sound or if it was only a fading whisper, he longed to hear the voice that went with her prettiness, if only for a second.
****
Heather entered the hospital, breathing in the smell she had become accustomed to, what she thought smelled like Band-Aids and old antiseptic cotton buds. Behind her Mr Blau was dragging her heavy suitcase she had packed, Mr Blau had insisted in carrying it in for her. She was left with a light bag each for Angelica and Ethy.
"Hurry Up, Blau" She called vaguely behind her, not bothering to look over her shoulder. Mr Blau puffed a little in return as Heather started to climb the steep staircase to level 11.
"What did ya pack in here...Heather...it's heavier...than...Angelica's Lightning...rod" Mr Blau puffed, Heather stopped briefly.
"Mr Blau, are you saying you can't carry a few of a woman's vital possessions in a little old suitcase? Even Ethy can do that" Heather said, trying not to grin slightly, Mr Blau straightened his slumped back and stuck out his chest, man like.
"Of course I can, Heather, I was only joking, this is piddly compared to what I can carry" He said in a deep, Manly voice, Heather nodded and then turned her back to Mr Blau and giggled slightly.
She had packed not only a woman's vital possessions but Her Crystal ball, some light reading (Meaning at least 15 books), her tarot cards and a few other psychic knick knacks that weighed a tonne. She was determined to find the real identity of this mysterious Bob guy, even if it meant loosing her psychic ability.
Her curiosity rate had jumped relatively high over the past few years...she was starting to think spending too much time with Angelica was a bad idea.
****
Bob was still seated on his little plastic chair, though his mind was off in it's own little dreamland. He was thinking about how things used to be, back when he was Harry Potter, back when he had 2 best friends he could place his life apon and trust, back at Hogwarts, the only place he had lived in his whole life which really felt like home.
Even the thought of 4 Privet Drive crossed his mind briefly, he remembered the way the Dursley's treated him, he wondered how they felt now that he was presumed dead. Bob solemnly swore that when everything was alright again he would visit 4 Privet Drive again, just to see the look on Uncle Vernon's and Aunt Petunia's face when they realised that he was alive.
Suddenly Bob was snapped out of his daydream by a slight stirring, he looked around, half expecting to see Angelica, Ethy or even a doctor, but he was surprised to see that no-one was there.
He got up at once and peered over at Hermione's bed, she looked exactly how she had been before. Bob moved his head a little closer, it was all worth it.
At that very second Hermione stirred and her eyes opened slowly. Bob's eyes widened as her pupils dialated once, twice, three times, as if adjusting to the awakening. Her eyelids flickered in an exhausted type way and finally she gathered the strength to pull off the oxygen mask and put her hands over her face and flick away a loose strand of her curly hair. Bob was mesmerised, he didn't want to say anything for fear she wouldn't know who he was, but waited for her every move. Finally, after a few more seconds of Hermione's exhausted silence she moved her hands aside, they fell to the hospital bed limply, then she looked up at Bob, her beautiful eyes slightly clouded.
"Where am I?" She said, her voice slightly strained, Bob's heart skipped a beat and settled in his throat.
"Your-Your in the Hospital...you were in a train crash, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days now.." Bob managed to choke out, Hermione paused for a second before nodding slightly.
"The train crash.." Her voice trailed off as she looked up at Bob, she cocked her head to the side slightly, narrowing her eyes.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked Bob, biting her lip as if remembering was extremely hard for her at this point of time.
Bob sighed and looked down at Hermione, smiling his lop-sided grin at her before taking out his wand. He pointed it at his face and uttered 'Scarrius Reveilus'. With that Bob's brown eyes colour melted away, revealing Emerald Green pupils. The skin around his forehead also seemed to melt away and left what to Hermione looked like a scar in the shape of a Lightning bolt. She gasped openly and sat bolt upright, no longer caring about her aching limbs, pounding head and blurred eyesight.
"HARRY POTTER!" She yelled, Bob nodded.
****
Heather headed up the stairs, the overnight bags in each of her hands, she could faintly hear Mr Blau behind her, groaning and lugging her heavy suitcase up the steep staircase. She smiled slightly to herself as she reached the landing, she was pretty sure Ethy would be with her mother so she was heading for Hermione's room.
Suddenly, as she reached for the door handle she heard a female voice behind Hermione's door...Hermione's voice yell out 'HARRY POTTER'. Heather dropped the bags in surprise as she leaned nearer to the door, eager to hear more.
"Shh, Hermione" She heard Bob's deep voice murmur, then she heard a faint whine of a female.
"I'm Bob now".
"But Harry" She heard Hermione say in a hushed whisper.
"Harry why?"
"I'll explain later, right now, you rest...and remember, I'm not Harry Potter, I'm Bob, just Bob" Heather heard Bob whisper. Heather gasped to herself openly as she spotted Ethy and Angelica heading towards her, and Mr Blau was coming up the stairs behind her.
"Hey, new clothes...I was starting to think these ones were growing on me" Ethy said happily as she pulled at her shirt and cloak. Heather looked over at Mr Blau, who had just reached the landing, puffing and panting as he dropped the Suitcase.
"Blau, did you hear that?" She said desperately, grabbing the front of Mr Blau's shirt, he gulped in some air and answered
"Hear What" Heather sighed. She looked over at Ethy and Angelica, who looked curious.
"You see, I heard Bob...Hermione said he was...Was...Was Harry Potter, and he told her to shush" Heather trailed off staring at the door in silence as if wanting to hear more.
"Mum's awake!" Ethy cried with glee, not caring about Heather's Harry Potter nonsense as she fled inside the room, Heather sighed.
"Heather, I think you've finally blown a gasket.." Angelica trailed off, placing a hand on Heather's shoulder.
"Everyone knows Harry Potter's been dead for ages".
"No Angelica, PRESUMED dead, not dead...what if he's not dead, what if Bob's Harry in another Identity" Heather cried a little too loudly, an old Russian family peered over at her from their seat on the other side of the hall. Angelica shook her head and started to walk inside the room.
"Heather , I recommend you see this cool shrink I went to once , Dr Enneviv, he even gives you a cool squiggly Lollipop" With than, Angelica, her red hair and her space boots disappeared behind the solid oak door. Heather turned desperately around to Mr Blau, who had a dark eyebrow slightly lifted at her, Heather sighed.
"Your Believe me, don't you Mr Blau?" Heather said desperately
"I heard it, I swear I did..." Mr Blau considered this for a second and studied Heather's face before raising his eyebrow again.
"Heather, Harry's dead, and nothing's gonna bring his back, not even your crazy Psychic powers, I'm with Angelica here babe..." With that Mr Blau disappeared too.
Heather sighed to herself, she was determined to prove all of them Wrong...Bob was Harry Potter.
Author name Alexia and Ambyr Green
Author email drake_please@hotmail.com
Category Romance/action/
Keywords Hermione , Draco , daughter , jewl
Spoilers all books
Rating pg 13
Summary Hermione granger is a woman on the run , she is forced to flee to Australia with her new born child. Thirteen years later a old friend from the past reveals himself , does he hold the key to Hermione's past and what of the jewl she always wears around her neck? why is every one after it. It's up to Heather the amazing psychic Angelica the amazing pyscho and the dashing and debonair Mr Blau to find out
Disclaimer we dont own any thing , but you probably already new that.
The Death Eaters Daughter- Chapter Six
"YOU ATE IT!! HOW COULD YOU DO A THING LIKE THAT!" Angelica cried with a mixture of Anger and disbelievement as she looked down at Ethy's plate with wide eyes. All that remained on it were a few cookie crumbs and some remains of the green jelly, Ethy looked up, a surprised look on her face as she swallowed the last mouthful of the green goo.
"Angelica, it was just jelly...your supposed to.." Ethy was abruptly stopped but Angelica's hand over her mouth.
"You KILLED it, Ethy! You killed it! What if it had a family! that Jelly did nothing to you!" She cried angrily, not caring that all eyes in the cafeteria were set apon her Pale complexion, angry flashing Green eyes and Bright red hair.
"Mmmph?" Was all Ethy could respond with since Angelica's hand was placed firmly over her mouth, Angelica's eyes contracted to slits on her face.
"Fine, if that's the way you feel about it you...you...you jelly murderer then I'm leaving" With that Angelica turned on the heels of her silver shoes, let go of Ethy's mouth and stomped down the hall, all eyes in the cafeteria focused on the back of her head.
When she finally turned the corner, her long Red hair swishing furiously, gradually the doctors and visitors went back to either discussing the weather or the theory of relativity...the usual conversation topics at a hospital.
Ethy looked up at the now empty hall, squinting in the neon hospital lights before looking down at her plate, shrugging and standing in the line to get another cube of the delicious treat.
****
Angelica stomped down the brightly lit hallway angrily, her silver (As Ethy called them) Space boots clomped on the carpeted floor. She burst into Hermione's room, looking around for the mysterious Bob dude, to her surprise his bladder obviously got the better of him after nearly 2 days because he was no-where to be found, Hermione was the only living thing in the room, apart from herself.
Angelica stopped as she closed the door and listened to Hermione's steady breathing, the pattern and sound were almost hypnotic to Angelica. That was the very moment she spotted the mangled box on the bedside table.
Angelica raised an eyebrow as she walked over and picked it up in her hands, she turned it over curiously. She noticed that the box was twisted and turned, like it had been repetitively blown up or exposed to one of her experiments. The Midnight Blue velveteen around the outside that felt soft against Angelica's fingers was torn in more than one place, and where it was not torn it was covered in a thin layer of dust or dried mud, Angelica couldn't tell. The box felt unusually warm in her fingers as she weighed it carefully, it seemed heavier than it should have been. She then found a deep crevice on the side of the box that looked like where the lid could be opened.
Having the curiosity of a 2 year old, Angelica dug her finger into the crevice and forced the box lid open, at first it seemed reluctant to open, but finally with a small snap the lid gave way and was parted from it's hinges. What she saw amazed her, and made her gasp.
There, lying among the pale Violet silky cloth that was slightly torn was a jewel that shone Shades of Swirling green and yellow in the grim hospital lights, it made Angelica's face glow with the colours as she leaned her head closer in amazement.
She'd never seen a necklace anything like it and the vibrant, swirling, glowing colours made her green eyes widen with amazement. Slowly, with shaking hands, though she didn't know why she seemed so shaky around the necklace, she picked it up by the end of the silver chain and slowly pulled it out of the derenged box.
The pendant glowed even more brilliantly out of the box, and with glee Angelica noticed that it left a glowing shadow on the wall opposite. She started to move the pendant from side to side, swinging it like a pendulum, hypnotised by the shadow it left on the pale sickly green hospital wall.
After a few minutes this wasn't enough for Angelica and she started to swing it around in a circle slowly, her usually lively green eyes glassy and fixed onto the glowing spinning colours. She started to spin it faster and faster, her eyes still glassy, the only part of her moving was her left arm moving around in a never-ending spinning circle.
She spun the jewel faster and faster still until finally the jewel and silver chain was just a blurred circle spinning madly around Angelica's arm. Angelica was suddenly snapped out of the trance like state she was in as she felt the chain leave her hands, she gasped as she saw it soar right over Hermione's head.
"Oh My Fudge!" She cried in distress as she ran around Hermione's bed.
'Your not gonna catch it' Angelica's head screamed to her, but she persisted, she didn't know what the necklace was but it had hypnotised her, something like that must be very strange and mysterious and definently didn't deserve to be smashed on the ground.
The Jewel soared across the room, heading straight for the door, leaving a coloured rainbow on the wall that Angelica made sure she didn't look at for fear she wouldn't be able to look away. Angelica stopped and gasped as she saw the door creak open, a very weary looking Bob stepped in.
"Catch the necklace!" Angelica cried, Bob looked up and had just enough time to reckognise the jewel ricocheting towards him.
He gasped in fear, his eyes widened as he held out his hands, to Bob this was all in slow motion as the Swirling green and yellow jewel landed perfectly in his palm. He fell to his knees and clasped the jewel tightly to his chest, breathing heavily.
Angelica bit her lip, shifting her gaze from side to side, in fact anywhere but Bob's glowering face. She could feel his eyes boring into her as he stayed on the ground, making no movement whatsoever, but still breathing deeply.
"What...Were...You...Thinking" Bob spat slowly and deliberately through clenched teeth, Angelica looked up briefly at his flashing eyes, he looked very mad.
"Well you see I found this box and I looked inside and there was a.." Angelica's words slurred together as she tried to explain to Bob what had happened. She was cut off before she could finish.
"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!" Bob cried in a voice beyond anger, Angelica looked down.
"I-I don't understand.." Angelica's wavering voice trailed off, Bob could tell she was on the brink of tears but was too mad to care.
"OF COURSE YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! YOU NEVER WILL. YOUR A STUPID GIT THAT'LL NEVER ACHIEVE ANYTHING" Bob cried standing up with hateful movements, putting the jewel safely in the velveteen box and placing it on the bedside table. Then he turned back to face Angelica.
"DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER EVER TELL YOU NOT TO MESS WITH THINGS THAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! WELL THE JEWEL IS ONE OF THE MANY, MANY THINGS THAT YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND" Bob cried.
Angelica bit her lip so hard that she tasted blood to stop herself from crying, she was not usually an emotional person but Bob's hateful words were hitting her where it really hurt.
Angelica opened her mouth to speak, Bob saw her jaw shaking, but then she closed it again, not knowing what to say. She shifted her weight onto her other foot and wiped a drop of blood that was making it's way from her lip to the tip of her chin with her hand, then looked at the red stain it left on the side of her finger. Finally she looked up at Bob with her emerald green eyes that were shining with tears, she locked his angry gaze and saw how angry he really was at her.
'No-ones ever been this angry at you ever, Angelica' the little voice in Angelica's head taunted while she kept her gaze locked on Bob's. Angelica thought about what the voice had said, It was true. Heather wasn't even this mad at her when she'd completely blown up her apartment. The yelling Heather had done to her then seemed like a little tickle to Angelica compared to Bob's harsh angry words.
They repeated in her head
'Your A Stupid Git that will never achieve anything'
Bobs voice filled her mind. Finally Angelica broke Bob's gaze and let the tears that had wanted to escape since Bob had first uttered his harsh words pour down her cheeks. His words had really hurt her.
Bob's anger softened a little as he saw the tears and heard the barely audible sobs coming from Angelica. His one flaw he had contracted over the years was that he couldn't bare seeing a girl cry, even one that had almost killed him. He took a step closer to Angelica, who looked up at him, wiped furiously at her tears and looked at him again except with, what surprised Bob, Anger. Bob sighed (He hated seeing her crying) and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Look" he said gently, about to apologise to Angelica, but she had her own plans.
"No, you look!" She cried softly, wiping more tears from the corner of her eyes
"I didn't mean to almost break your stupid necklace, I tried to tell you it was an accident...but you kept yelling at me! I didn't mean it, Bob...you know what...your the one who doesn't understand me, Miss Angelica LeVinne..." Angelica yelled as she pulled her shoulder from under his hand, gave him one last dirty look and walked swiftly out of the room.
"Angelica, Wait....If you knew what that jewel was.." Bob trailed off and Sighed, then looked over at Hermione's body. He sat down on a hard, plastic chair and put his head in his hands.
"Was I too Hard on her?" He asked Hermione though, not surprisingly, the only answer she produced was her gentle breathing, Bob sighed once again.
"I was, wasn't I....I made her cry" Once again, Hermione's only answer was her rhythmic breathing. Bob stood up and started pacing back and fourth down the length of Hermione's bed.
"You know, you wouldn't be in here right now if you'd just married me..." Bob sighed as he pictured it.
"We could have been happy...and you wouldn't have had to go into hiding and changed your name...and Amethyst would have been mine.." Bob said softly, looking at Hermione. Her face remained the same, as did her breathing. Bob sighed and took Hermione's hand.
"You know, why are you even hiding the fact that you're Hermione L. Granger , your not Miss Green...I think you should tell them the truth" Bob commented.
"You know...I wish that you followed through with the whole Smart, no-nonsense, Brainy attitude" Bob said, placing Hermione's hand back on the bed
"Then maybe you would have had some of the sense knocked into you when you decided to run away with an obviously threatening person and have a baby before you even got out of your teens"
Hermione only breathed. Bob looked over his shoulder once, and seeing that no-one was there he muttered in a low whisper.
"And maybe you would have Picked Harry Potter for your guy instead"
****
"Dave, it's not gonna do any good yelling at Angelica in a hospital" Heather sighed as she leaned out of the drivers side window and looked curiously at Dave, who looked desperate to give Angelica a good ear bashing.
"Well...I guess it will be just as effective when she get's back....but you just remember Heather, no defending that little Hyper Active Harpy cousin of yours...she deserves all that she gets seeing as she destroyed my precious *Sniff* Moonflower" Mr Blau sighed from the passengers seat, Dave had made them give his Moonflower a proper funeral and they had buried it in the shade of a Brayville Palm that was growing on the bottom level of the Boarding house. Mr Blau had certainly not approved of all the howling and sobbing Dave had done.
"Yes, fine Dave, now we really must be going, Angelica and Ethy are probably dying to get a change of clothes on them" Heather trailed off, Dave nodded.
"Yes well, I need to put some flowers on Missy's grave and mourn a bit" Dave replied, a faraway look in his misty Blue eyes, Mr Blau sighed yet again, Dave had loved that plant so much he had named it. With that Heather started up the engine of her Purple Van and they hurtled down the road.
****
20 minutes passed, there was and uncomfortable silence between Mr Blau and Heather, neither of them wanted to speak, though they didn't know why.
"So...err...What's this about Angelica being your cousin?" Mr Blau said finally, adjusting his sunglasses in the Harsh Australian sun, Heather sighed.
"It's quite easy, my mum, my real mum, has a sister, My Aunt Zaidee, well one day Aunt Zaidee met this real nice guy named Drake LeVinne" Heather said in a slightly sarcastic tone, keeping her eyes locked on the road.
"Well Aunt Zaidee and Drake decided that they loved each other very much, so they got together and.."
"Ok, ok, I think I got that bit..." Mr Blau said, slightly repulsed as he sunk in the van's seat a little.
"Well then 9 months after that, when I was 3, little Angelica just sorta, popped out of no-where...Thus giving me a little Angel of a cousin" Heather finished her sarcastic story, Mr Blau sighed and stared out of the window, you'd think that after he'd gotten a glimpse of her underwear she'd be a little more...compassionate.
"Oh, well then that must mean Angelica was 15 when she was send to the boarding house..." Mr Blau calculated with his fingers, Heather nodded.
"Well, Auntie Zaidee was getting sick and tired of Angelica's hyperactivity...you would too if it was your daughter. So they sent her here knowing that I'd look after her" Heather replied, Mr Blau nodded briskly in return, in his opinion Auntie Zaidee had done the right thing. There was silence for a few minutes, the only sound was All The Small Things playing softly on the tape deck.
"Hang on a sec, how did you know I was 31?" Heather finally said, briefly studying Mr Blau's face, he turned from where he had been looking out of the window.
"Huh?" he replied, taking off the glasses and rubbing his eyes, Heather sighed.
"If you knew Angelica was 15 when she moved into the boarding house you would have had to know my age now" Heather said slowly, Mr Blau smiled.
"I think I've spent enough time with you in the Orion to know......Ok, so I asked Zev, he knew" Mr Blau smiled, Heather raised an eyebrow and tried not to smile, even when they were wary and slightly annoyed at each other, she couldn't help but noticed he flirted a little too much with her.
You'd think he'd gotten one glimpse at her underwear and expected her to be a little more...compassionate.
****
"And then he called me a stupid Git!" Angelica cried melodramatically from the cushioned waiting chairs she had pushed together and was lying on, Ethy nodded enthusiastically, pushed a strand of her silvery blonde hair away from her face and scribbled something briefly on a parchment notepad that was resting on her lap.
"And why do you think it was he called you that, Angelica?" Ethy said calmly in a slightly tinted German accent she had heared on late-night movie marathons, poising her quill above the parchment, Angelica sat up.
"You know what, Ethy! I don't know! I dunno why he called me a git!" After a long, thoughtful pause, Angelica grabbed the front of Ethy's shirt, Ethy looked around slightly.
"Come to think of it....I don't even know what a Git is...is it a type of stockings? A big ol' fish net?...It is a video game. Yeah, that's what it sounds like to me, a video game" Angelica said as she plunged into another thoughtful moment, letting go of Ethy's Shirt. Ethy wiped it slightly and jotted something down on the parchment.
"I see" She added, if she hadn't had perfect eyesight and had glasses, this would have been the perfect time to adjust them.
"Am I a computer Game Ethy? Do I belong in Hyperspace, zooming and dodging little blue balls and stuff..." Angelica trailed off, Ethy coughed slightly
"Do you think this talk of Computer games is because you had a bad relationship with your mother?" Ethy said with a slight German accent, Angelica remained where she was.
"I think it's more the fact my dog hates me" Angelica replied wisely and rather dramatically, Ethy raised an eyebrow.
"Angelica, you don't...have a dog" Ethy said in her normal Australian accent, slightly confused at what Angelica was saying, even though she was trying to be a good psychiatrist.
"Well...I'm pretty sure if I had a dog it would hate me" Angelica replied thoughtfully, putting her hand to her forehead in a melodramatic move and lying back down again.
"I see" Ethy said once again, scribbling something else down on the parchment. Ethy sometimes acted like Angelica's psychiatrist when Angelica was feeling down or was feeling bad about something she'd done. Ethy didn't think it made any difference seeing as all she had to do was say 'I see', ask pointless questions and scribble down a few words but Angelica insisted that it really worked and that it saved her a lot of money by seeing Ethy instead of a qualified psychiatrist (Like the one she had seen when she was 13...and 14...and 15...) who does the same thing.
"Anyway, Angelica, we'll do another session later, right now I need to check on mum, if Bob's as mean as you said I don't want her in there alone with him.." Ethy sighed as she yawned and dropped the quill to her side, Angelica sat up promptly and grabbed the back of Ethy's shirt.
"Wait, Ethy, I haven't even told you about my tortured homelife" Angelica cried behind Ethy's back, Ethy rolled her eyes and sighed openly. She looked around and opened her mouth to tell Angelica she really needed to go, but found Angelica was giving her the Cute Puppy Dog Eyes treatment, Ethy rolled her eyes again and reached for her parchment, Angelica's face lit up as she lay back down on the rather uncomfortable hospital chairs.
"So I reckon it all started the third time I fell down the 27 steps in my house..."
****
Bob sat in the little plastic chair and waited, he didn't know what he was waiting for but he was waiting.
Bob had had the worst day in his life that he could possibly remember, He had thought coming to see Hermione again after 14 years would have resulted in one of the happiest days of his otherwise dreary life, but it had been the exact opposite. He'd found out Hermione had had a baby with another guy, he had made someone, a girl, cry, he'd almost died and what was the good part...nothing.
The only thing he had heard from Hermione was her breathing that he'd heard many times from his old days in Hogwarts. What he wouldn't give to hear her voice again, he wouldn't have cared if it was only a dry, hoarse sound or if it was only a fading whisper, he longed to hear the voice that went with her prettiness, if only for a second.
****
Heather entered the hospital, breathing in the smell she had become accustomed to, what she thought smelled like Band-Aids and old antiseptic cotton buds. Behind her Mr Blau was dragging her heavy suitcase she had packed, Mr Blau had insisted in carrying it in for her. She was left with a light bag each for Angelica and Ethy.
"Hurry Up, Blau" She called vaguely behind her, not bothering to look over her shoulder. Mr Blau puffed a little in return as Heather started to climb the steep staircase to level 11.
"What did ya pack in here...Heather...it's heavier...than...Angelica's Lightning...rod" Mr Blau puffed, Heather stopped briefly.
"Mr Blau, are you saying you can't carry a few of a woman's vital possessions in a little old suitcase? Even Ethy can do that" Heather said, trying not to grin slightly, Mr Blau straightened his slumped back and stuck out his chest, man like.
"Of course I can, Heather, I was only joking, this is piddly compared to what I can carry" He said in a deep, Manly voice, Heather nodded and then turned her back to Mr Blau and giggled slightly.
She had packed not only a woman's vital possessions but Her Crystal ball, some light reading (Meaning at least 15 books), her tarot cards and a few other psychic knick knacks that weighed a tonne. She was determined to find the real identity of this mysterious Bob guy, even if it meant loosing her psychic ability.
Her curiosity rate had jumped relatively high over the past few years...she was starting to think spending too much time with Angelica was a bad idea.
****
Bob was still seated on his little plastic chair, though his mind was off in it's own little dreamland. He was thinking about how things used to be, back when he was Harry Potter, back when he had 2 best friends he could place his life apon and trust, back at Hogwarts, the only place he had lived in his whole life which really felt like home.
Even the thought of 4 Privet Drive crossed his mind briefly, he remembered the way the Dursley's treated him, he wondered how they felt now that he was presumed dead. Bob solemnly swore that when everything was alright again he would visit 4 Privet Drive again, just to see the look on Uncle Vernon's and Aunt Petunia's face when they realised that he was alive.
Suddenly Bob was snapped out of his daydream by a slight stirring, he looked around, half expecting to see Angelica, Ethy or even a doctor, but he was surprised to see that no-one was there.
He got up at once and peered over at Hermione's bed, she looked exactly how she had been before. Bob moved his head a little closer, it was all worth it.
At that very second Hermione stirred and her eyes opened slowly. Bob's eyes widened as her pupils dialated once, twice, three times, as if adjusting to the awakening. Her eyelids flickered in an exhausted type way and finally she gathered the strength to pull off the oxygen mask and put her hands over her face and flick away a loose strand of her curly hair. Bob was mesmerised, he didn't want to say anything for fear she wouldn't know who he was, but waited for her every move. Finally, after a few more seconds of Hermione's exhausted silence she moved her hands aside, they fell to the hospital bed limply, then she looked up at Bob, her beautiful eyes slightly clouded.
"Where am I?" She said, her voice slightly strained, Bob's heart skipped a beat and settled in his throat.
"Your-Your in the Hospital...you were in a train crash, you've been unconscious for at least 3 days now.." Bob managed to choke out, Hermione paused for a second before nodding slightly.
"The train crash.." Her voice trailed off as she looked up at Bob, she cocked her head to the side slightly, narrowing her eyes.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked Bob, biting her lip as if remembering was extremely hard for her at this point of time.
Bob sighed and looked down at Hermione, smiling his lop-sided grin at her before taking out his wand. He pointed it at his face and uttered 'Scarrius Reveilus'. With that Bob's brown eyes colour melted away, revealing Emerald Green pupils. The skin around his forehead also seemed to melt away and left what to Hermione looked like a scar in the shape of a Lightning bolt. She gasped openly and sat bolt upright, no longer caring about her aching limbs, pounding head and blurred eyesight.
"HARRY POTTER!" She yelled, Bob nodded.
****
Heather headed up the stairs, the overnight bags in each of her hands, she could faintly hear Mr Blau behind her, groaning and lugging her heavy suitcase up the steep staircase. She smiled slightly to herself as she reached the landing, she was pretty sure Ethy would be with her mother so she was heading for Hermione's room.
Suddenly, as she reached for the door handle she heard a female voice behind Hermione's door...Hermione's voice yell out 'HARRY POTTER'. Heather dropped the bags in surprise as she leaned nearer to the door, eager to hear more.
"Shh, Hermione" She heard Bob's deep voice murmur, then she heard a faint whine of a female.
"I'm Bob now".
"But Harry" She heard Hermione say in a hushed whisper.
"Harry why?"
"I'll explain later, right now, you rest...and remember, I'm not Harry Potter, I'm Bob, just Bob" Heather heard Bob whisper. Heather gasped to herself openly as she spotted Ethy and Angelica heading towards her, and Mr Blau was coming up the stairs behind her.
"Hey, new clothes...I was starting to think these ones were growing on me" Ethy said happily as she pulled at her shirt and cloak. Heather looked over at Mr Blau, who had just reached the landing, puffing and panting as he dropped the Suitcase.
"Blau, did you hear that?" She said desperately, grabbing the front of Mr Blau's shirt, he gulped in some air and answered
"Hear What" Heather sighed. She looked over at Ethy and Angelica, who looked curious.
"You see, I heard Bob...Hermione said he was...Was...Was Harry Potter, and he told her to shush" Heather trailed off staring at the door in silence as if wanting to hear more.
"Mum's awake!" Ethy cried with glee, not caring about Heather's Harry Potter nonsense as she fled inside the room, Heather sighed.
"Heather, I think you've finally blown a gasket.." Angelica trailed off, placing a hand on Heather's shoulder.
"Everyone knows Harry Potter's been dead for ages".
"No Angelica, PRESUMED dead, not dead...what if he's not dead, what if Bob's Harry in another Identity" Heather cried a little too loudly, an old Russian family peered over at her from their seat on the other side of the hall. Angelica shook her head and started to walk inside the room.
"Heather , I recommend you see this cool shrink I went to once , Dr Enneviv, he even gives you a cool squiggly Lollipop" With than, Angelica, her red hair and her space boots disappeared behind the solid oak door. Heather turned desperately around to Mr Blau, who had a dark eyebrow slightly lifted at her, Heather sighed.
"Your Believe me, don't you Mr Blau?" Heather said desperately
"I heard it, I swear I did..." Mr Blau considered this for a second and studied Heather's face before raising his eyebrow again.
"Heather, Harry's dead, and nothing's gonna bring his back, not even your crazy Psychic powers, I'm with Angelica here babe..." With that Mr Blau disappeared too.
Heather sighed to herself, she was determined to prove all of them Wrong...Bob was Harry Potter.