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CHAPTER 13:Goodbye Forever
Harry watched as the sun lifted into the sky and brighten it. The morning seemed so peaceful and free, a gentle breeze squeezing in between the branches of full green trees. Harry was sure if anyone peeked into this mansion, they wouldn't know the pain and confusion that was brewing up inside of the owners.
There was loud pounding on the door, and Harry quickly got up. He jogged over to the door wondering where Greg and Georgia were and why the person was knocking so hard. Harry got to the door.
"Selma." Harry said. Why'd she had to come, yesterday was bad enough...
"Where is he?" Selma asked. She looked frustrated and though her hair always looked perfect, it looked slightly frizzy. Maybe she didn't get enough sleep, Harry hadn't slept, neither had Ron or Hermione.
"He...?" Harry said.
"Draco." Selma replied looking over his shoulder as if Malfoy would be hiding behind him.
"I don't know how to break it to you..." Harry said slowly. And he didn't want to. "Malfoy-"
"Draco." Selma corrected.
"Draco... he's no longer with us." Harry said biting his lip.
Selma stared then quickly smiled. "What did he leave town, run away tell me that he did, please tell me he's not, he's not-" Selma looked at Harry her eyes so full of hope. But Harry's eyes must have told her that he was because her eyes fell and her smile faded.
Then Selma pushed Harry out of the way and started walking towards Malfoy's room, which Harry didn't know she knew where it was.
"It would have said something, Lisa would of saw it coming..." Selma babbled as she went into Malfoy's room and took out the bag of diaries from under then bed. She still talked as she looked through the journals and throwing aside ones that weren't useful.
Harry knew she was going through something and had to break it. "His last words were 'I love Selma.'" Harry said.
Selma stopped and looked at him. Harry sat on his heels besides her. She looked down obviously thinking. "Where is it?" She whispered.
"What?" Harry whispered, the silence stinging his ears.
"The body." Selma said. It was silent. Selma looked at him and Harry stared back. Drops of tears started falling, traveling down her cheek and dropping down her chin. "Where- is- the body." Selma repeated.
Harry didn't answer. The hospital had it, but why would Selma want to see it?
"WHERE THE HELL IS THE BODY!" Selma screamed and started crying more her face fell on his thighs, crying. Harry quickly put his arms under hers and she buried her face into his neck.
His head dropped onto her shoulder. He truly felt sorry for her. And the way she was crying, Draco must have meant something special to her.
**
Harry bit his lip and turned to the next page as Ron walked into the room and sat on the armchair.
"How is she?" Harry asked.
Ron looked really miserable. "Still not talking much...I try to make her feel better but it doesn't help. Nothing helps." Ron poured himself some wine and drank the whole glass in one gulp.
"Selma came over...about two hours ago, really appalling." Harry said. "But look what I found."
Ron looked in his lap. There were about five books resting there and surrounding him on the couch were more little books.
"Thirty seven. Diaries that is. Turns out, Malfoy was right, his wife put down some predictions here. I quote 'Chess will be played and at the end, many people will question the things going on in their lives and find if they must pull forward or if they must dwell on the past. They will expect their ending, but they have no idea of the distress and pain they will come to.'"
"It really says all that?" Ron asked.
"Yep. Very clear too. As you can see there is much more. I've have just skimmed through these diaries and she made a lot of predictions. Once a day in her sleep. I've read about Lucius, the baby, Draco, Selma, Voldemort, you, me, the whole Ravenclaw house."
"Some wife." Ron said quietly.
"Yeah. She only made one prediction about herself."
"What was that?"
Harry closed the book he was on. "Her death."
Ron raised his eyebrows so high; they almost looked part of his hair. "I can not understand what Draco was going through, but I have larger concerns."
"Of course." Harry said. "But we all must of felt some emptiness, we separated didn't we?"
"Yeah...I'm glad that we came together at least." Harry smiled slightly and Ron smiled back.
"I'm going to check on Hermione." Ron stood up.
"Wait- Ron...you do know that Voldemort isn't dead." Harry said. He had to bring this up, he had to. "He will come back, he will attack. We have to be careful-we have to do what's right."
"I know." Ron said. "I'm healing her she'll be better in no time."
Harry stood up and shook his head. "Ron- she killed someone-"
"By accident!"
"That doesn't change a damn thing!" Harry erupted. He sighed deeply and spoke calmer. "Ron, people know she is alive. People know that Malfoy's gone and they will know the reason why. When Voldemort comes back, we need her out of the way."
"You mean kill her?"
"No, Azkaban is still doing alright isn't it, even if the dementors aren't as trusted anymore?"
"Azkaban! That's worse then death, she will die in there too!"
"Then tell me what to do, tell me there is another way. You go up there, do as much as you can for her, and then find away to..."
Ron walked closer to Harry. "Are you asking me to leave her?" Ron said it sort of threateningly though weak. "Harry- we had plans, we were going to have a life-"
Something overpowered Harry at that moment, something strong and righteous and brave, and Harry felt no control. "You can't have a life with her! Don't you see, there's no way we can prove her innocence, something will come up and if she goes down I don't want to go down with her and I don't want you to either!" Harry then felt a cold rush and came back to his right mind.
Ron glared at him. "Here we go again- 5 years later we're still arguing about Hermione as if she were a true criminal." Ron started to walk then Harry grabbed his arm.
"Wait- I'm sorry okay, don't know what came over me." 22-year-old Harry, that's what, came over him. "Just- find a way- some way..."
Ron nodded. "I understand." And he left.
*****
A brew of potion, including the light of day
And the heart of creatures
Pulls together the strongest figure
Eyes have seen
Mouths has tasted
The feeling of completion,
Only one duty
Only one thing
Standing in the way
A feeling of
Deep desires
Dangerous desires
That pulls you forward to make
Deep decisions
Dangerous decisions
This potion stretches the mind
Into dangerous thoughts
Into dangerous feelings
Good luck. I say
If this liquid runs through
Your body
And
Fills you
Good luck.
It must have been the hundredth time Harry had read that poem by Jack Broust. Harry couldn't picture that happening to Hermione, the day she pushed Lisa. Crazy mind, Jonathan Ocost had.
"Harry, we'll be right back." Ron said coming down the stairs. Harry looked up.
"Where you going?"
"Hermione wants me to take her somewhere." Ron said half looking curious half looking happy that she wanted to do something. "Don't know where, but hey, it's someplace."
Harry nodded. "Well ok, I'll stay here."
"Get some sleep." Ron said and left. Then Harry saw Hermione come down the stairs looking pale but well dressed. She went to Harry, kissed him on both cheeks and said, "I love you, but you must be strong." She smiled quickly then said "Goodbye," as if it were goodbye forever.
"Bye." Harry said slowly and she left.
Harry sat there. He wanted to go over to Selma's (he knew he wouldn't catch her with Malfoy); he hadn't seen her since yesterday where she cried her heart out. But he decided she needed time to just relax by herself.
**
"Why'd we walk here?" Ron asked as he began stepping, almost climbing, over the other side of the hill. "We could of apparated."
"I wanted to walk...It takes longer, and you'll be glad we took the longer route." Hermione said, leading the way.
"Can you at least tell me where we're going?" Ron asked.
"Adams Waters." Hermione answered.
They kept walking until finally they reached a bridge. Hermione took Ron's hands and walked slowly across the bridge, listening to the birds chirp cheerfully, the sun shining above them.
"Don't you think this place looks beautiful- especially when the sun is shining bright burning the rough bright gray stone that make this sturdy bridge. When the trees branches move softly, as if dancing to a slow musical tune. And the birds, they sing harmously up in those dancing trees living day to day as if their world had no sense of evil and hardship."
Ron looked at Hermione. "What are we doing here?"
Hermione stared straight ahead. "Adams Waters seem like a peaceful place but the water itself- it is no water you can swim in, no water you can play with. It moves with the sense that if anyone fell into its depths, they would hit rock bottom and float lifelessly through its waves." They finally got to the end, where there was a large circular stone, with grand bars. A fourth of it was not covered with bars so no one dared stand at that spot- they could fall in.
Ron looked at Hermione. "What are we doing here?"
Hermione leaned against the stone bars and traveled down it, almost reaching the part where she couldn't lean no more.
"Whoa Hermione," Ron said reaching over to her and pulling her away from the edge. "You could fall in. That's right, your parents were pushed off here-" Ron stopped. "Hermione, what are we doing here?"
Hermione escaped Ron's grasp and turned to look at him, holding both of his hands. "Ever since I found out I pushed my parents down there, I imagined the pain and fright they felt when falling in."
Ron looked at her. "Just tell me what the hell we're doing here."
Hermione's eyes widened slightly and there was fear in them, though Hermione stood with confidence.
*****
Harry went upstairs, bored, and stopped at Hermione's room. He noticed some envelopes stuffed in a drawer and curiously went to them, just to push them in but noticed names on them and pulled them out instead. Harry. Ron. And a large fat one which read Others. Harry took his and ripped it open.
He read the long letter, at first not understanding what it was, what Hermione was saying then Harry knew. Harry sat on the floor, reading the rest of the note with fear hoping it didn't end like what he thought it would end...then Harry clapped his hand over his mouth and read the rest wide eyed. When he finished he dropped the letter. He took many moments to breath in and out, in and out.
"Two Down."
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Two down meaning Hermione and Malfoy, not two more down. (Ron is not dead)
CHAPTER 13:Goodbye Forever
Harry watched as the sun lifted into the sky and brighten it. The morning seemed so peaceful and free, a gentle breeze squeezing in between the branches of full green trees. Harry was sure if anyone peeked into this mansion, they wouldn't know the pain and confusion that was brewing up inside of the owners.
There was loud pounding on the door, and Harry quickly got up. He jogged over to the door wondering where Greg and Georgia were and why the person was knocking so hard. Harry got to the door.
"Selma." Harry said. Why'd she had to come, yesterday was bad enough...
"Where is he?" Selma asked. She looked frustrated and though her hair always looked perfect, it looked slightly frizzy. Maybe she didn't get enough sleep, Harry hadn't slept, neither had Ron or Hermione.
"He...?" Harry said.
"Draco." Selma replied looking over his shoulder as if Malfoy would be hiding behind him.
"I don't know how to break it to you..." Harry said slowly. And he didn't want to. "Malfoy-"
"Draco." Selma corrected.
"Draco... he's no longer with us." Harry said biting his lip.
Selma stared then quickly smiled. "What did he leave town, run away tell me that he did, please tell me he's not, he's not-" Selma looked at Harry her eyes so full of hope. But Harry's eyes must have told her that he was because her eyes fell and her smile faded.
Then Selma pushed Harry out of the way and started walking towards Malfoy's room, which Harry didn't know she knew where it was.
"It would have said something, Lisa would of saw it coming..." Selma babbled as she went into Malfoy's room and took out the bag of diaries from under then bed. She still talked as she looked through the journals and throwing aside ones that weren't useful.
Harry knew she was going through something and had to break it. "His last words were 'I love Selma.'" Harry said.
Selma stopped and looked at him. Harry sat on his heels besides her. She looked down obviously thinking. "Where is it?" She whispered.
"What?" Harry whispered, the silence stinging his ears.
"The body." Selma said. It was silent. Selma looked at him and Harry stared back. Drops of tears started falling, traveling down her cheek and dropping down her chin. "Where- is- the body." Selma repeated.
Harry didn't answer. The hospital had it, but why would Selma want to see it?
"WHERE THE HELL IS THE BODY!" Selma screamed and started crying more her face fell on his thighs, crying. Harry quickly put his arms under hers and she buried her face into his neck.
His head dropped onto her shoulder. He truly felt sorry for her. And the way she was crying, Draco must have meant something special to her.
**
Harry bit his lip and turned to the next page as Ron walked into the room and sat on the armchair.
"How is she?" Harry asked.
Ron looked really miserable. "Still not talking much...I try to make her feel better but it doesn't help. Nothing helps." Ron poured himself some wine and drank the whole glass in one gulp.
"Selma came over...about two hours ago, really appalling." Harry said. "But look what I found."
Ron looked in his lap. There were about five books resting there and surrounding him on the couch were more little books.
"Thirty seven. Diaries that is. Turns out, Malfoy was right, his wife put down some predictions here. I quote 'Chess will be played and at the end, many people will question the things going on in their lives and find if they must pull forward or if they must dwell on the past. They will expect their ending, but they have no idea of the distress and pain they will come to.'"
"It really says all that?" Ron asked.
"Yep. Very clear too. As you can see there is much more. I've have just skimmed through these diaries and she made a lot of predictions. Once a day in her sleep. I've read about Lucius, the baby, Draco, Selma, Voldemort, you, me, the whole Ravenclaw house."
"Some wife." Ron said quietly.
"Yeah. She only made one prediction about herself."
"What was that?"
Harry closed the book he was on. "Her death."
Ron raised his eyebrows so high; they almost looked part of his hair. "I can not understand what Draco was going through, but I have larger concerns."
"Of course." Harry said. "But we all must of felt some emptiness, we separated didn't we?"
"Yeah...I'm glad that we came together at least." Harry smiled slightly and Ron smiled back.
"I'm going to check on Hermione." Ron stood up.
"Wait- Ron...you do know that Voldemort isn't dead." Harry said. He had to bring this up, he had to. "He will come back, he will attack. We have to be careful-we have to do what's right."
"I know." Ron said. "I'm healing her she'll be better in no time."
Harry stood up and shook his head. "Ron- she killed someone-"
"By accident!"
"That doesn't change a damn thing!" Harry erupted. He sighed deeply and spoke calmer. "Ron, people know she is alive. People know that Malfoy's gone and they will know the reason why. When Voldemort comes back, we need her out of the way."
"You mean kill her?"
"No, Azkaban is still doing alright isn't it, even if the dementors aren't as trusted anymore?"
"Azkaban! That's worse then death, she will die in there too!"
"Then tell me what to do, tell me there is another way. You go up there, do as much as you can for her, and then find away to..."
Ron walked closer to Harry. "Are you asking me to leave her?" Ron said it sort of threateningly though weak. "Harry- we had plans, we were going to have a life-"
Something overpowered Harry at that moment, something strong and righteous and brave, and Harry felt no control. "You can't have a life with her! Don't you see, there's no way we can prove her innocence, something will come up and if she goes down I don't want to go down with her and I don't want you to either!" Harry then felt a cold rush and came back to his right mind.
Ron glared at him. "Here we go again- 5 years later we're still arguing about Hermione as if she were a true criminal." Ron started to walk then Harry grabbed his arm.
"Wait- I'm sorry okay, don't know what came over me." 22-year-old Harry, that's what, came over him. "Just- find a way- some way..."
Ron nodded. "I understand." And he left.
*****
A brew of potion, including the light of day
And the heart of creatures
Pulls together the strongest figure
Eyes have seen
Mouths has tasted
The feeling of completion,
Only one duty
Only one thing
Standing in the way
A feeling of
Deep desires
Dangerous desires
That pulls you forward to make
Deep decisions
Dangerous decisions
This potion stretches the mind
Into dangerous thoughts
Into dangerous feelings
Good luck. I say
If this liquid runs through
Your body
And
Fills you
Good luck.
It must have been the hundredth time Harry had read that poem by Jack Broust. Harry couldn't picture that happening to Hermione, the day she pushed Lisa. Crazy mind, Jonathan Ocost had.
"Harry, we'll be right back." Ron said coming down the stairs. Harry looked up.
"Where you going?"
"Hermione wants me to take her somewhere." Ron said half looking curious half looking happy that she wanted to do something. "Don't know where, but hey, it's someplace."
Harry nodded. "Well ok, I'll stay here."
"Get some sleep." Ron said and left. Then Harry saw Hermione come down the stairs looking pale but well dressed. She went to Harry, kissed him on both cheeks and said, "I love you, but you must be strong." She smiled quickly then said "Goodbye," as if it were goodbye forever.
"Bye." Harry said slowly and she left.
Harry sat there. He wanted to go over to Selma's (he knew he wouldn't catch her with Malfoy); he hadn't seen her since yesterday where she cried her heart out. But he decided she needed time to just relax by herself.
**
"Why'd we walk here?" Ron asked as he began stepping, almost climbing, over the other side of the hill. "We could of apparated."
"I wanted to walk...It takes longer, and you'll be glad we took the longer route." Hermione said, leading the way.
"Can you at least tell me where we're going?" Ron asked.
"Adams Waters." Hermione answered.
They kept walking until finally they reached a bridge. Hermione took Ron's hands and walked slowly across the bridge, listening to the birds chirp cheerfully, the sun shining above them.
"Don't you think this place looks beautiful- especially when the sun is shining bright burning the rough bright gray stone that make this sturdy bridge. When the trees branches move softly, as if dancing to a slow musical tune. And the birds, they sing harmously up in those dancing trees living day to day as if their world had no sense of evil and hardship."
Ron looked at Hermione. "What are we doing here?"
Hermione stared straight ahead. "Adams Waters seem like a peaceful place but the water itself- it is no water you can swim in, no water you can play with. It moves with the sense that if anyone fell into its depths, they would hit rock bottom and float lifelessly through its waves." They finally got to the end, where there was a large circular stone, with grand bars. A fourth of it was not covered with bars so no one dared stand at that spot- they could fall in.
Ron looked at Hermione. "What are we doing here?"
Hermione leaned against the stone bars and traveled down it, almost reaching the part where she couldn't lean no more.
"Whoa Hermione," Ron said reaching over to her and pulling her away from the edge. "You could fall in. That's right, your parents were pushed off here-" Ron stopped. "Hermione, what are we doing here?"
Hermione escaped Ron's grasp and turned to look at him, holding both of his hands. "Ever since I found out I pushed my parents down there, I imagined the pain and fright they felt when falling in."
Ron looked at her. "Just tell me what the hell we're doing here."
Hermione's eyes widened slightly and there was fear in them, though Hermione stood with confidence.
*****
Harry went upstairs, bored, and stopped at Hermione's room. He noticed some envelopes stuffed in a drawer and curiously went to them, just to push them in but noticed names on them and pulled them out instead. Harry. Ron. And a large fat one which read Others. Harry took his and ripped it open.
He read the long letter, at first not understanding what it was, what Hermione was saying then Harry knew. Harry sat on the floor, reading the rest of the note with fear hoping it didn't end like what he thought it would end...then Harry clapped his hand over his mouth and read the rest wide eyed. When he finished he dropped the letter. He took many moments to breath in and out, in and out.
"Two Down."
**********************
Two down meaning Hermione and Malfoy, not two more down. (Ron is not dead)