Hermione woke with a start and sat straight up, panting and suffering from a cold sweat. She had been having the same nightmare for almost a week now, and it was the same thing over and over again. Oliver's death haunted her and was always the nightmare. She didn't know how she was going to live without him in her life. They were both so young and in love but his life was cut short. The reasons behind the sudden attack she did not know, but she had a feeling it had something to do with the strange phone call she had received a day earlier.
A week from hell did not do Hermione's life justice. She still was in denial of her husband's death and the death of his co-workers. She must have gotten about 100 phone calls and letters just to pay their respects. But she didn't want their respects. She wanted her husband back. She wanted to see him smile; she wanted to grow old with him. She wanted to see him teach Corey how to ride his bike. She wanted him.
Hermione slept most of the time. She left Corey and Gabriella at her mother's house even though her kids needed her the most now. She didn't eat anything and she never paid attention to anything anyone was saying anymore. All of her friends were trying to help her cope but she would just brush them off. She had already talked to the Ministry and she finally told them about the phone call. One of them told her that they had had reports of phone calls such as that one and those people too, were Gold Falcons or some sort of miracle workers.
Hermione had told her children about their father, even though Gabriella didn't understand. Corey was crying for two whole days and now he won't talk to anybody. He keeps quiet most of the time and that worried Hermione.
Everything reminded her of Oliver. Whenever she passed a picture hanging on her wall, she couldn't help but stop to reminisce on those times they had shared.
After taking a quick shower, she glanced in the mirror and did not like what she saw. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, her skin was pale, and her shoulders were slumped in defeat. She tried to remember a time she was happy; it was only 2 weeks ago she was laying in bed with Oliver, talking to him like they always did.
Hermione changed rather quickly and got ready to pick her children up from her mother's house. After picking them up, she was sitting down to relax with tea when her phone rang. She didn't pick it up for the first 2 rings and she decided to ignore the call. Shutting out the world was certainly no way to recover from his death but she had been talking to her mom and some friends. Maybe she was afraid or maybe not, but she did not expect what she heard next. The answering machine picked up and Harry's voice took over the room.
"Her-Hermione...its Harry Potter. I know you probably don't want to talk to me but I heard about..." Without another word Hermione rushed over to the phone eagerly and picked it up.
"Harry?" Hermione said, sounding rather broken in and torn.
"Hi Hermione. How are you holding up? Are you, Gabriella and Corey OK?"
"Yes we're fine. I-I didn't expect to hear from you. Last time I saw you were at my wedding. Then you married off and had your own life to live. I can't believe I'm really talking to you. I miss you and Ron so much, Harry. I really do."
"I'm really very sorry I never got around to calling you. But we've been so busy with..." His voice trailed off and Hermione suspected he was hiding something. She always knew when he was hiding something.
"Harry what's going on?"
"Hermione...it's complicated but I think you should know now since Oliver has died along with many others. A war is on the verge of breakthrough between the Darkside and the Lightside. I just thought you should know so you will be careful."
For some odd reason this did not surprise her. She simply replied by telling him about the phone call she had received and the threatening voice that told her she would pay. Harry was not surprised by the call. He had led the Lightside into victory in another previous war. But she knew that if a war were to start it would be horrifying. She had also told him about the manor that he had mentioned. Harry told her he already knew about it from some spies he had within his grasp. He also knew she was a Gold Falcon, and she even though the answer was obvious to why the Darkside wants her, she still wanted to hear it from him that everything was going to be ok.
"This is just the beginning, Hermione. If the war starts anytime soon...you know where your-your children will be sent."
Hermione froze. She had forgotten that at any time during wars all children, associated with magic, would be sent to huge manors in the outskirts of cities. The reason they did this was so that the adult wizards and witches can serve in the war while the children are safe in these manors far away from where the fighting takes place. She knew the purpose for this was good but losing her children now would be more than she could take.
"Watch the news everyday to keep up to date on the war. I don't think anyone's got word of it yet, but when they do it's going to be an explosion. The very idea of Voldemort rising again would give anyone nightmares. Be careful Hermione. I think you should be expecting a call from Ron soon. He misses you too. Keep your head up and tell the children I said Uncle Harry loves you. I'll try and stop by if I can. When the time comes for you to send your kids away, try not to worry them, Hermione. I love you."
Hermione felt tears brimming her eyes. "I love you too, Harry. And I will. Please stop by it's been too long since I've seen you. I would really love that. Take care...bye."
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A couple of days after she had talked to Harry, she was not surprised that shock had taken over the magic world. The news of the war hit like ice-cold water to the wizards and witches. It was hard for Hermione to believe anything had happened because nothing had changed in her Muggle neighborhood. She decided it would be best to send the kids away now before it wasn't possible.
"Corey! Corey, honey come down here please for a second." Hermione yelled up the stairs.
"Coming Mum!" Hermione explained to Corey very slowly what was going on and to her surprise he acted very adult-like. He packed all of his clothes and some belongings, while Hermione packed Gabby's things. She decided Gabriella was too young to be sent away with her brother so she would be safe with her Grandmother. And since Corey didn't know many kids her practiced magic, it would be a new experience for him. He could even learn a few things, too.
After everything was done Hermione listened to the instructions on the news. In very few hours her son and daughter would be gone, and she would truly be lonely.
The hours had gone by so quickly and the magical Bus arrived for Corey. Hermione had trouble saying goodbye. She started to cry when he was putting on his jacket. She pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.
"Corey...remember to behave. I don't know how long this is going to go on for but parents are allowed to visit and you can bet that I'll bring Nanna and Gabby with me to visit you. I love you so much. Be brave, OK?"
"I love you, Mum." Corey nodded his head and rubbed his eyes. He held her hand as she helped him board the bus and she waved to him. Then she ran back into her house and cried harder than she had ever cried in her life.
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Emotionally and physically tired, Hermione had fallen asleep on the sofa in her living room. When she woke up, her blurred vision suddenly focused on Harry Potter. She almost screamed in surprise but smiled weakly instead.
"Harry! How long have you been here? I'm such a mess. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Harry grinned and stood up. He was so much taller now. His shoulders were broad and his green eyes sparkled like emeralds. "I'm sorry I didn't call. And I'm sorry I didn't knock but I saw through the window you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you. I know today was a tough day." She saw he glanced over to the Weasley clock and the clock said that Gabriella was at her Grandmother's house, Corey's location was unidentified, Oliver's name was no longer there, and that she was sitting in her living room.
"It's quite alright you came in. I look like a mess." She said, rather embarrassed.
Harry smiled and said, " You look fine, Hermione. You've grown into a beautiful woman. Though you look quite skinny. Eat something will you?" Normally these words would have brightened up her day, but right now that didn't seem possible.
"I wish I could stay long," Harry said pausing. "But I really can't. I just needed to ask you something. Hermione will you join the Lightside force and help us fight the Darkside? I know it's asking a lot right now since everything you've been through, but you can really be a big help to us. And I would feel a lot better if you were fighting along side Ron and I. The Terrible Trio, remember? Just like old times."
Hermione smiled and did not hesitate to answer him. "Yes Harry, I will." Harry hugged her quickly and sighed.
"I'll come by tomorrow to pick you up. Pack only necessary things. Most things you need will be provided by us and the Manor."
"Where are we going to?"
Harry smiled slightly and kissed her head before taking out floo powder. "You'll find out tomorrow. Get some rest."
A/N: Ok so I only got 10 reviews. No biggy hehe ;) I'm happy but I wish there were more *hint hint* ahem lol nevermind
If it wouldn't be too much to ask...maybe you can tell a few people about it...but only if you really like it...all my friends who read it really like it and they anticipate the next chapters...but I wanna hear it from you guys... `the readers' lol
Thanks for reviewing for those that did. This chapter was long I'm proud I finished in 1 hour. =)
A week from hell did not do Hermione's life justice. She still was in denial of her husband's death and the death of his co-workers. She must have gotten about 100 phone calls and letters just to pay their respects. But she didn't want their respects. She wanted her husband back. She wanted to see him smile; she wanted to grow old with him. She wanted to see him teach Corey how to ride his bike. She wanted him.
Hermione slept most of the time. She left Corey and Gabriella at her mother's house even though her kids needed her the most now. She didn't eat anything and she never paid attention to anything anyone was saying anymore. All of her friends were trying to help her cope but she would just brush them off. She had already talked to the Ministry and she finally told them about the phone call. One of them told her that they had had reports of phone calls such as that one and those people too, were Gold Falcons or some sort of miracle workers.
Hermione had told her children about their father, even though Gabriella didn't understand. Corey was crying for two whole days and now he won't talk to anybody. He keeps quiet most of the time and that worried Hermione.
Everything reminded her of Oliver. Whenever she passed a picture hanging on her wall, she couldn't help but stop to reminisce on those times they had shared.
After taking a quick shower, she glanced in the mirror and did not like what she saw. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, her skin was pale, and her shoulders were slumped in defeat. She tried to remember a time she was happy; it was only 2 weeks ago she was laying in bed with Oliver, talking to him like they always did.
Hermione changed rather quickly and got ready to pick her children up from her mother's house. After picking them up, she was sitting down to relax with tea when her phone rang. She didn't pick it up for the first 2 rings and she decided to ignore the call. Shutting out the world was certainly no way to recover from his death but she had been talking to her mom and some friends. Maybe she was afraid or maybe not, but she did not expect what she heard next. The answering machine picked up and Harry's voice took over the room.
"Her-Hermione...its Harry Potter. I know you probably don't want to talk to me but I heard about..." Without another word Hermione rushed over to the phone eagerly and picked it up.
"Harry?" Hermione said, sounding rather broken in and torn.
"Hi Hermione. How are you holding up? Are you, Gabriella and Corey OK?"
"Yes we're fine. I-I didn't expect to hear from you. Last time I saw you were at my wedding. Then you married off and had your own life to live. I can't believe I'm really talking to you. I miss you and Ron so much, Harry. I really do."
"I'm really very sorry I never got around to calling you. But we've been so busy with..." His voice trailed off and Hermione suspected he was hiding something. She always knew when he was hiding something.
"Harry what's going on?"
"Hermione...it's complicated but I think you should know now since Oliver has died along with many others. A war is on the verge of breakthrough between the Darkside and the Lightside. I just thought you should know so you will be careful."
For some odd reason this did not surprise her. She simply replied by telling him about the phone call she had received and the threatening voice that told her she would pay. Harry was not surprised by the call. He had led the Lightside into victory in another previous war. But she knew that if a war were to start it would be horrifying. She had also told him about the manor that he had mentioned. Harry told her he already knew about it from some spies he had within his grasp. He also knew she was a Gold Falcon, and she even though the answer was obvious to why the Darkside wants her, she still wanted to hear it from him that everything was going to be ok.
"This is just the beginning, Hermione. If the war starts anytime soon...you know where your-your children will be sent."
Hermione froze. She had forgotten that at any time during wars all children, associated with magic, would be sent to huge manors in the outskirts of cities. The reason they did this was so that the adult wizards and witches can serve in the war while the children are safe in these manors far away from where the fighting takes place. She knew the purpose for this was good but losing her children now would be more than she could take.
"Watch the news everyday to keep up to date on the war. I don't think anyone's got word of it yet, but when they do it's going to be an explosion. The very idea of Voldemort rising again would give anyone nightmares. Be careful Hermione. I think you should be expecting a call from Ron soon. He misses you too. Keep your head up and tell the children I said Uncle Harry loves you. I'll try and stop by if I can. When the time comes for you to send your kids away, try not to worry them, Hermione. I love you."
Hermione felt tears brimming her eyes. "I love you too, Harry. And I will. Please stop by it's been too long since I've seen you. I would really love that. Take care...bye."
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A couple of days after she had talked to Harry, she was not surprised that shock had taken over the magic world. The news of the war hit like ice-cold water to the wizards and witches. It was hard for Hermione to believe anything had happened because nothing had changed in her Muggle neighborhood. She decided it would be best to send the kids away now before it wasn't possible.
"Corey! Corey, honey come down here please for a second." Hermione yelled up the stairs.
"Coming Mum!" Hermione explained to Corey very slowly what was going on and to her surprise he acted very adult-like. He packed all of his clothes and some belongings, while Hermione packed Gabby's things. She decided Gabriella was too young to be sent away with her brother so she would be safe with her Grandmother. And since Corey didn't know many kids her practiced magic, it would be a new experience for him. He could even learn a few things, too.
After everything was done Hermione listened to the instructions on the news. In very few hours her son and daughter would be gone, and she would truly be lonely.
The hours had gone by so quickly and the magical Bus arrived for Corey. Hermione had trouble saying goodbye. She started to cry when he was putting on his jacket. She pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek.
"Corey...remember to behave. I don't know how long this is going to go on for but parents are allowed to visit and you can bet that I'll bring Nanna and Gabby with me to visit you. I love you so much. Be brave, OK?"
"I love you, Mum." Corey nodded his head and rubbed his eyes. He held her hand as she helped him board the bus and she waved to him. Then she ran back into her house and cried harder than she had ever cried in her life.
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Emotionally and physically tired, Hermione had fallen asleep on the sofa in her living room. When she woke up, her blurred vision suddenly focused on Harry Potter. She almost screamed in surprise but smiled weakly instead.
"Harry! How long have you been here? I'm such a mess. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Harry grinned and stood up. He was so much taller now. His shoulders were broad and his green eyes sparkled like emeralds. "I'm sorry I didn't call. And I'm sorry I didn't knock but I saw through the window you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you. I know today was a tough day." She saw he glanced over to the Weasley clock and the clock said that Gabriella was at her Grandmother's house, Corey's location was unidentified, Oliver's name was no longer there, and that she was sitting in her living room.
"It's quite alright you came in. I look like a mess." She said, rather embarrassed.
Harry smiled and said, " You look fine, Hermione. You've grown into a beautiful woman. Though you look quite skinny. Eat something will you?" Normally these words would have brightened up her day, but right now that didn't seem possible.
"I wish I could stay long," Harry said pausing. "But I really can't. I just needed to ask you something. Hermione will you join the Lightside force and help us fight the Darkside? I know it's asking a lot right now since everything you've been through, but you can really be a big help to us. And I would feel a lot better if you were fighting along side Ron and I. The Terrible Trio, remember? Just like old times."
Hermione smiled and did not hesitate to answer him. "Yes Harry, I will." Harry hugged her quickly and sighed.
"I'll come by tomorrow to pick you up. Pack only necessary things. Most things you need will be provided by us and the Manor."
"Where are we going to?"
Harry smiled slightly and kissed her head before taking out floo powder. "You'll find out tomorrow. Get some rest."
A/N: Ok so I only got 10 reviews. No biggy hehe ;) I'm happy but I wish there were more *hint hint* ahem lol nevermind
If it wouldn't be too much to ask...maybe you can tell a few people about it...but only if you really like it...all my friends who read it really like it and they anticipate the next chapters...but I wanna hear it from you guys... `the readers' lol
Thanks for reviewing for those that did. This chapter was long I'm proud I finished in 1 hour. =)