Chapter Two: Remember to Breathe
Author: Jamsel
Rating: PG
Summary: When three best friends fall apart and leave each other creating three different tales. What happens when they begin to interweave? Perhaps a bit of Romance.
Pairing: Maybe R/Hr
Disclaimer: as someone else wrote. I'm just a fanfic author. JKR owns the characters I just play in her playground
"Why would I chase your shadow all my life
and be afraid of my own?
I'd rather be with you
I'd rather not know
Where I'll be than
Be alone and convinced that I know" Lifehouse from Spin
Hermione stared at the invitation open mouthed. How had he found her? She wondered. No one had been able to find her yet, but somehow this invitation had found her. She shrugged and put it down on the ground, sinking deeper into the bath tub, submerging herself in the warm water. There was no way she could go, people would ask questions. But it was Sirius, she couldn't just deny him. He'd helped save her life. Her cover might be blown. Her person would be compromised and she would probably have some auror after her. God knew that Sirius was friends with enough of them.
She would write him a nice letter and send him a present. That was her decisions, but she decided not to set it in stone. She was the Shadow, no one would know anyway. She sighed and fell into bed, her eyes instantly closing. She fell asleep
Pain ran through her body again, making its spasm upwards. She cried out, tears running down her cheeks. "I won't tell you," she said quietly. "I'm not going to tell you," she whispered again. He pointed her wand at her and shouted "CRUCIO" Pain flashed in front of her eyes. She was hurting so much, she needed it to stop, and she couldn't stop it. She cried out, she was screaming. A dark cloud passed over her eyes and...
Hermione awoke screaming. The dream had been so vivid this time, sighing she climbed out of bed, discontented enough. She put a cauldron on the stove that contained a potion from dreamless sleep. All it needed to do was heat and thicken. She hadn't seen him, this time; she shuddered thinking of his name- Voldemort. It made her shudder, it made her remember. She closed her eyes sliding down the wall, face in her hands and cried.
When she awoke the next morning she felt refreshed after about four hours of deep, dreamless sleep. She sat down at her long breakfast table and sipped the black coffee that Esmeralda poured into her cup. She smiled with thank-you and flipped open that days Daily Prophet. Nothing much to say, some auror was getting an award; she smiled when she came across a picture of Percy, the new Minister of Magic. He would do so well with his job, she knew it. Fudge had, well he hadn't done very well with the whole war thing. People said that he could have prevented the whole thing. They blamed him.
They probably just needed someone to blame.
When night fell she climbed into her non descript black jeep and drove unsteadily to The South England Wizard's museum. The roads were empty and desolate but a feeling of unsteadiness had over come her. Shaking her head she turned off the road and pulled over. She had to get back into the frame of mind; she had to stop thinking about the wedding, the dream. She'd forgotten her past a while ago, why was it resurfacing now? Memories of Ron, Harry, Sirius, school, Hagrid everything was hitting her at once. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. She wanted to be with them again. She wanted to so badly but it didn't matter. They would never take her back. They would never forgive her and in turn, she would never forgive herself.
She was so ashamed of her weakness. How she'd given in to the pain, how she'd almost gotten Harry killed. Shaking her head she turned around. She was in no way, able to do this job tonight.
Ron slept all day and awoke late the following night wiping the groggy sleep from his eyes. Sleep was the only thing that kept him sane these days. Sighing he grabbed his broomstick, murmuring inviso to make himself invisible while he flew. He launched up into the sky, hood drawn in the cold. He wondered what she was doing right now. He wondered what Harry was doing.
He wanted to be with his friends again but he feared that things would never be the same. He feared that they didn't want him anymore. That they were all to lost in their own worlds to realize he wanted in again. Then again, he was never home. He hadn't been back to Auror head quarters in two years; he'd just completed assignment after assignment, never stopping. He'd solved murders, caught criminals and cleaned up magical messes. He'd almost had enough. Now was time for a break, a long one. His boss, Fletcher owed him about three months worth of holidays and he was cashing them all in starting as soon as he got back.
He landed just as the sun was rising over the hills behind Aurors head quarters. He collapsed at his desk which was covered with two years worth of mail, old newspapers and reports collecting dust. No one else was in the office yet so he began to sort through the top of the pile. He pulled down a fairly recent edition of the Daily Prophet outlining two different break ins by the same person. Behind the culprit always left a little note in precise handwriting "The Shadow was here and the (stolen object) no longer is. You figure it out." He noticed that Fletcher had left him a little note in the corner. Weasley, This is your next assignment, as soon as you catch this criminal you get three months leave. I promise this time. Fletcher Ron pounded the desk. The last thing he wanted was another assignment. He noticed another note under the paper. It read. Ron, This is going to be a strange request but do you know where I can find Hermione? I know you haven't spoken to her but I want to. Where does she live? Errol can't find her. No one can. Ginny Ron sighed. He hadn't spoken to Ginny in a while either and felt terrible about it. He also had no idea where Hermione was, what she was doing. He figured he would've heard about her. She should have discovered something great by now. But, no, she had virtually disappeared off the face of the earth. He'd received quite a few owls from people trying to find her but no one could. He knew why. She blamed herself and she had no right to. It was not her fault, anyone would have given in. If anything she saved Harry by holding out for so long. After a week Harry became heavily protected. He buried his face in his hands remembering the day they'd rescued her. She was lying in the abandoned Riddle House, clothing ripped and torn. Her entire body was white and cold. She was clammy and skinny after being deprived of food for a week. He remembered cradling her in his arms and carrying her out of the house, her entire body trembling.
She barely spoke after that ordeal. She graduated with top honors but refused to give the Speaker's Address, the second in the grade had given it. When they had fought in the war she was ruthless. She killed the most death eaters out of any other wizard in the war. Still, she barely spoke. She became trapped within herself and if only he'd been there to help her, if only he'd gotten to her faster.
She'd gone into Hogsmeade alone one day to buy Christmas presents. She'd invited him along but he refused leaden with an enormous potions essay. If only he'd gone. He regretted not accompanying her every day of his life. It had been stupid; no one should have gone anywhere alone. Especially those close to Harry Potter. Sighing he noticed Fletcher walking into the empty office. Tearing himself for his memories he shouldered his cloak and broom, ready for the assignment.
Harry entered the library facing himself with a bit of a mission. He wanted to find out what had happened to his friends. He wandered over to the stack of Old Daily Prophets that took up an entire wall categorized by date. He groaned and grabbed the paper, July 31st 2008. The day they had defeated Voldemort. He looked at the picture of the Trio on the front page. The defeat of Voldemort hadn't been due to the trio alone but they had been the actual group to point there wants at him and shout avada kedavra. He took out his wand and pointed it at the article whispering copius literati. He had his own copy of the article which he read over. All it really said about location was that the trio had disappeared soon after the defeat.
He checked every paper for the following month but there wasn't really anything of substance. He continued to read through each late into the night. The library closed but he stayed, by the light of his wand he searched through each paper up until the anniversary of the defeat of Voldemort. It was then that he struck gold. The anniversary edition of the paper did a profile of each he, Ron and Hermione. He smiled at Ron's biography. It read that he was now in training to become an auror. He probably did become one. Harry though. He looked at Hermione's name, her biography was shorter (probably because she was muggle born and less information could be found about her, since her parents were killed), and where it was supposed to outline what she was doing now it read Hermione Granger, one of the best witches of her time has disappeared. She has been in contact with no one and currently is unemployed as far as we can tell. No owl has been able to find her since the defeat of Voldemort.
Harry shook his head. He couldn't understand why she would go into hiding. What did she have to hide from? He sighed. Well he could probably owl Ron, some how. Tell him about the wedding. He decided to see if Sirius had invited him. Voldemort was right. It was time to find his friends again. He just couldn't believe it had taken him so long to realize this. He picked up a piece of parchment and scribbled a quick note. Sirius, I was wondering if you invited Ron or Hermione too you're wedding. I need to get in touch with them and I've heard they're extremely hard to find. Hermione especially. Let me know if you hear anything. Harry. He folded the note, took it down to the owlery and sent it with Hedwig.
Author: Jamsel
Rating: PG
Summary: When three best friends fall apart and leave each other creating three different tales. What happens when they begin to interweave? Perhaps a bit of Romance.
Pairing: Maybe R/Hr
Disclaimer: as someone else wrote. I'm just a fanfic author. JKR owns the characters I just play in her playground
"Why would I chase your shadow all my life
and be afraid of my own?
I'd rather be with you
I'd rather not know
Where I'll be than
Be alone and convinced that I know" Lifehouse from Spin
Hermione stared at the invitation open mouthed. How had he found her? She wondered. No one had been able to find her yet, but somehow this invitation had found her. She shrugged and put it down on the ground, sinking deeper into the bath tub, submerging herself in the warm water. There was no way she could go, people would ask questions. But it was Sirius, she couldn't just deny him. He'd helped save her life. Her cover might be blown. Her person would be compromised and she would probably have some auror after her. God knew that Sirius was friends with enough of them.
She would write him a nice letter and send him a present. That was her decisions, but she decided not to set it in stone. She was the Shadow, no one would know anyway. She sighed and fell into bed, her eyes instantly closing. She fell asleep
Pain ran through her body again, making its spasm upwards. She cried out, tears running down her cheeks. "I won't tell you," she said quietly. "I'm not going to tell you," she whispered again. He pointed her wand at her and shouted "CRUCIO" Pain flashed in front of her eyes. She was hurting so much, she needed it to stop, and she couldn't stop it. She cried out, she was screaming. A dark cloud passed over her eyes and...
Hermione awoke screaming. The dream had been so vivid this time, sighing she climbed out of bed, discontented enough. She put a cauldron on the stove that contained a potion from dreamless sleep. All it needed to do was heat and thicken. She hadn't seen him, this time; she shuddered thinking of his name- Voldemort. It made her shudder, it made her remember. She closed her eyes sliding down the wall, face in her hands and cried.
When she awoke the next morning she felt refreshed after about four hours of deep, dreamless sleep. She sat down at her long breakfast table and sipped the black coffee that Esmeralda poured into her cup. She smiled with thank-you and flipped open that days Daily Prophet. Nothing much to say, some auror was getting an award; she smiled when she came across a picture of Percy, the new Minister of Magic. He would do so well with his job, she knew it. Fudge had, well he hadn't done very well with the whole war thing. People said that he could have prevented the whole thing. They blamed him.
They probably just needed someone to blame.
When night fell she climbed into her non descript black jeep and drove unsteadily to The South England Wizard's museum. The roads were empty and desolate but a feeling of unsteadiness had over come her. Shaking her head she turned off the road and pulled over. She had to get back into the frame of mind; she had to stop thinking about the wedding, the dream. She'd forgotten her past a while ago, why was it resurfacing now? Memories of Ron, Harry, Sirius, school, Hagrid everything was hitting her at once. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. She wanted to be with them again. She wanted to so badly but it didn't matter. They would never take her back. They would never forgive her and in turn, she would never forgive herself.
She was so ashamed of her weakness. How she'd given in to the pain, how she'd almost gotten Harry killed. Shaking her head she turned around. She was in no way, able to do this job tonight.
Ron slept all day and awoke late the following night wiping the groggy sleep from his eyes. Sleep was the only thing that kept him sane these days. Sighing he grabbed his broomstick, murmuring inviso to make himself invisible while he flew. He launched up into the sky, hood drawn in the cold. He wondered what she was doing right now. He wondered what Harry was doing.
He wanted to be with his friends again but he feared that things would never be the same. He feared that they didn't want him anymore. That they were all to lost in their own worlds to realize he wanted in again. Then again, he was never home. He hadn't been back to Auror head quarters in two years; he'd just completed assignment after assignment, never stopping. He'd solved murders, caught criminals and cleaned up magical messes. He'd almost had enough. Now was time for a break, a long one. His boss, Fletcher owed him about three months worth of holidays and he was cashing them all in starting as soon as he got back.
He landed just as the sun was rising over the hills behind Aurors head quarters. He collapsed at his desk which was covered with two years worth of mail, old newspapers and reports collecting dust. No one else was in the office yet so he began to sort through the top of the pile. He pulled down a fairly recent edition of the Daily Prophet outlining two different break ins by the same person. Behind the culprit always left a little note in precise handwriting "The Shadow was here and the (stolen object) no longer is. You figure it out." He noticed that Fletcher had left him a little note in the corner. Weasley, This is your next assignment, as soon as you catch this criminal you get three months leave. I promise this time. Fletcher Ron pounded the desk. The last thing he wanted was another assignment. He noticed another note under the paper. It read. Ron, This is going to be a strange request but do you know where I can find Hermione? I know you haven't spoken to her but I want to. Where does she live? Errol can't find her. No one can. Ginny Ron sighed. He hadn't spoken to Ginny in a while either and felt terrible about it. He also had no idea where Hermione was, what she was doing. He figured he would've heard about her. She should have discovered something great by now. But, no, she had virtually disappeared off the face of the earth. He'd received quite a few owls from people trying to find her but no one could. He knew why. She blamed herself and she had no right to. It was not her fault, anyone would have given in. If anything she saved Harry by holding out for so long. After a week Harry became heavily protected. He buried his face in his hands remembering the day they'd rescued her. She was lying in the abandoned Riddle House, clothing ripped and torn. Her entire body was white and cold. She was clammy and skinny after being deprived of food for a week. He remembered cradling her in his arms and carrying her out of the house, her entire body trembling.
She barely spoke after that ordeal. She graduated with top honors but refused to give the Speaker's Address, the second in the grade had given it. When they had fought in the war she was ruthless. She killed the most death eaters out of any other wizard in the war. Still, she barely spoke. She became trapped within herself and if only he'd been there to help her, if only he'd gotten to her faster.
She'd gone into Hogsmeade alone one day to buy Christmas presents. She'd invited him along but he refused leaden with an enormous potions essay. If only he'd gone. He regretted not accompanying her every day of his life. It had been stupid; no one should have gone anywhere alone. Especially those close to Harry Potter. Sighing he noticed Fletcher walking into the empty office. Tearing himself for his memories he shouldered his cloak and broom, ready for the assignment.
Harry entered the library facing himself with a bit of a mission. He wanted to find out what had happened to his friends. He wandered over to the stack of Old Daily Prophets that took up an entire wall categorized by date. He groaned and grabbed the paper, July 31st 2008. The day they had defeated Voldemort. He looked at the picture of the Trio on the front page. The defeat of Voldemort hadn't been due to the trio alone but they had been the actual group to point there wants at him and shout avada kedavra. He took out his wand and pointed it at the article whispering copius literati. He had his own copy of the article which he read over. All it really said about location was that the trio had disappeared soon after the defeat.
He checked every paper for the following month but there wasn't really anything of substance. He continued to read through each late into the night. The library closed but he stayed, by the light of his wand he searched through each paper up until the anniversary of the defeat of Voldemort. It was then that he struck gold. The anniversary edition of the paper did a profile of each he, Ron and Hermione. He smiled at Ron's biography. It read that he was now in training to become an auror. He probably did become one. Harry though. He looked at Hermione's name, her biography was shorter (probably because she was muggle born and less information could be found about her, since her parents were killed), and where it was supposed to outline what she was doing now it read Hermione Granger, one of the best witches of her time has disappeared. She has been in contact with no one and currently is unemployed as far as we can tell. No owl has been able to find her since the defeat of Voldemort.
Harry shook his head. He couldn't understand why she would go into hiding. What did she have to hide from? He sighed. Well he could probably owl Ron, some how. Tell him about the wedding. He decided to see if Sirius had invited him. Voldemort was right. It was time to find his friends again. He just couldn't believe it had taken him so long to realize this. He picked up a piece of parchment and scribbled a quick note. Sirius, I was wondering if you invited Ron or Hermione too you're wedding. I need to get in touch with them and I've heard they're extremely hard to find. Hermione especially. Let me know if you hear anything. Harry. He folded the note, took it down to the owlery and sent it with Hedwig.