Beyond Twilight
Author Notes:This was a fanfic done as a challange on WIKTT,about haveing Hermione give an honest recount of the War with Voldermort. Please do read and review.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, I wish it did, but I am content playing with it. ^_^
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To Live Again
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Lighting cackled outside the thick pine walls of the house;and the golden brown haired woman jumped, as the door crashed open with the strong winds, it wasn't that this didn't often happen during storms, it was just that she had been lost in thought.
The wolf that had been asleep curled in front of the fire place with his nose under his ruff, was immediately on his feet and making sure the girl he considered his "cub" was alright.
"Sorry Argent." she said softly as she moved with a bit of a limp to the wolf and brushed a pale hand over soft fur. She then continued her movement to the door to shut it and lock it this time.
It wasn't often that Hermione got visitor's other then from the three farms surrounding her small cottage. They suspected that she was in fact a witch and often came to her for help,the Ministry of Magic even left her alone, they figured that she wouldn't break the rules and there were those who watched her anyways.
She missed Harry, he had always been her moral support and her best friend when the rest of the world was so bland, when she had been healing, when Rita Skeeter had written those awful stories about her.
Then he moved to France to be with Fleur whom had been with him in the Final Battle. He had fallen promptly and madly in love with the half Veela and the two had written back and forth until finally Harry knew he wanted to be with her, and she had seen her best friend off,dry eyed.
As for herself she had tried to have a relationship with Ron, but that had gone no where,between her feeling self concious about her tharapy, and his anger at all the attention that Harry had gotten, drove a stake between the two friends and made there relationship sour before it truely got of the ground.
She was content here in her cottage, away from the Muggle World, away from the Wizarding World as well. She curled up in front of a cheery fire with an ancient book opened on her lap, her eyes scanning the page, it was a tale of a past war, done in journal style.
The sound of footsteps on her porch and the fact that Argent had perked up gave the pale haired woman pause. She raised her gaze to the door where a soft knock resounded and she was slowly easeing herself to her feet, and across to the door not twenty minutes ago she had shut and locked.
A small boy stood there,it was almost as though she were seeing the ghost of Ron Weasley, the boy's red hair was in disarray and his freckles stood out on his pale face,he was from one of the neighboring farms, he had lost his father in War with Voldermort.
"Hello Thomas, how can I help you?" she asked as she ushered the little boy out of the bad weather and handed him a towel to dry off. Her limp wasn't as noticable when others were around, because she tried to hide it.
"Umm, Mum says that Betsy is about to have her calf, but there's something not right with it, and she wants to know if you can please help her." the little boy obediantly reported.His blue eyes were tear streaked. "Betsy's been with us along time and I'm afraid she's going to die." he said in a whisper.
"Oh, it can't be that bad." Hermione immediately said, wanting to offer comfort to the little boy, she liked Thomas and his mother, Coral whom she visited from time to time for tea, during the summer and off and on year round."Well have a look and I am sure she'll be just fine." Hermione said as she was going for her cloak, but Thomas beat her to it, pulling the cloak down and bringing it to her.
It took the two longer then she would have liked to get to the Irling farm, as the weather was so bad and it caused her aches to intensify though she would never admit to that.
Betsy was already in labour and Coral was out in the barn with her,her youngest child, a little girl named Mirriel was with her. She perked up when Hermione came into sight."Mione's here." she announced gleefully. "Good evening to you Mione." she greeted.
Hermione couldn't help but smile, Mirrel was a witch, or would be some day and she was sure of it. She laughed softly at the little girl and hugged her lightly. "So whats wrong with Betsy?" she asked Mirrel who had a better clue then her mother or brother could have immagined.
"She's scared of the storm." Mirrel said simply.
"Ah, so she's afraid that's easy enough to remedy." she said as she moved over to where the cow was shivering, her large black eyes rolling about as the thunder boomed around her, and Hermione felt sorry for her, she was over due and too afraid to deliver.
Running her hands over Betsy's ears she murmured her spell, to anyone else it sounded like she was soothing her, but rather she was calming the beast, and dimming the thunder to her ears.
The large cow was soon relaxed and twenty minutes later a healthy calf was dropped, mother and child doing just fine.
It was late when she started back to her cottage, the Irling's had insisted on her staying for dinner, then she and Coral had sat up and talked a bit about the latest events and listened to music, for Coral it was a second chance at being a teenager, she had married early and never really done anything other then be a house wife, so Hermione gave her a female friend to gossip and talk with, about the programs and actors, shows and life in general.
It gave Hermione a chance to be around people.
Argent was ever at her side ,and on guard as she made her way back home, the wolf had been a gift from Hagrid who wanted to take good care of the little girl he had loved like a daughter.
Both stopped short as there was a man leaned against the rail of her porch, his blonde hair shimmered in the dim light and the perfect grey suit he wore was fashionable yet practical.
As though senseing her,he turned and offered her a half smile."Hermione Granger, It has been many years since I have seen you, at least ten." he said, blue eyes scanned her and he nodded his head."As beautiful as I recall."
Hermione felt tiny, and under dress under the gaze that raked over her simple garments, a white and green peasent blouse, black skirt and low lace up boots,her cloak tossed carelessly about her shoulders.
"Draco Malfoy, it has been sometime." she said as she and Argent continued there way to his side, he caught her hand in a charming manner and pressed a kiss to the top of it. "What brings you all the way to the forests of Nottingham England?" she had to know.
"Why you do my dear." he answered."I have a request of you, or prehaps you would call it a job, it pays well." he offered.
She gave him a look of distrust as she opened her door and let him into her sanctuary. "Please do come in, Draco." she said as she forced herself to walk with out a limp though it hurt her enough to bring tears to her eyes, she refused to be considered less,then what she was.
Thankfully he didn't notice to caught up in what ever it was that had brought him to her home.
She went to the stove and started a pot boiling for tea, removed two china cups and plates, returned with them and some biscuts. "Your lost in thought Malfoy, should I send someone in to rescue you?" she teased for old time sakes.
"Oh, so says the Mud-Blood." he said with an equally affectionate tone, there might have been a relationship between the two in there seventh year, had his father not hated her guts for being Harry Potter's best friend."Seriously though,Mione" he continued."As the heir to my father's fortunes, I want you to do something for me." he said softly.
A single pale brow rose as Hermione reguarded him,"And that would be what?" she inquired as she set the plates out.Then sank into her seat across from him in her little coffee nook.
"Well, I have seen the book Rita Skeeter put out about the war.." he saw her look and held up his hand before her angry barrage of words could tumble out."And I despise it, it wasn't how it happened it wasn't romantic and it wasn't so pretty out there in the ranks, I know it and so do you."he forged on." I want you to write a book on it, I want it from an unbiased point of view, and that would be you all the way around, your so Griffindor like." he said.
She managed a soft laughter and shook her head."You want me to write you a book on the War, but why?" she demanded "Your father, was a villan and he was not someone to be proud of, why you of all people would wantnt to see a book like that published?" she asked.
"Call it a favor for old times." he answered."The book needs writing and I won't accept anyone else to write it, Hermione, either you do it or no one does and Rita Skeeter gets away with her slandering of all of our friends, and Potter gets to be the only Hero to shine, if you won't do it for me." he teared up a bit."Do it for Ginny." he said in a sad little voice.
He had loved the red haired girl to much, and when she had been struck down by a spell tossed by his own father, something within Draco had burst and he had turned on the man who had sired him, and Hermione had been the one to save him from his fathers curse, she had tossed another person in the way of the spell that would have sent Draco to be with his precious Ginny, instead Goyle took his place and not willingly.
She sighed and looked away saddened by the memory, War made so many things that one wouldn't consider normally possiable, like Lavender and Neville developing a relationship, War made for strange bed fellows.
"All right Draco, I will do it for you, for Ginny and most of all, for all the forgotten hero's who should be remembered.
Author Notes:This was a fanfic done as a challange on WIKTT,about haveing Hermione give an honest recount of the War with Voldermort. Please do read and review.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, I wish it did, but I am content playing with it. ^_^
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To Live Again
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Lighting cackled outside the thick pine walls of the house;and the golden brown haired woman jumped, as the door crashed open with the strong winds, it wasn't that this didn't often happen during storms, it was just that she had been lost in thought.
The wolf that had been asleep curled in front of the fire place with his nose under his ruff, was immediately on his feet and making sure the girl he considered his "cub" was alright.
"Sorry Argent." she said softly as she moved with a bit of a limp to the wolf and brushed a pale hand over soft fur. She then continued her movement to the door to shut it and lock it this time.
It wasn't often that Hermione got visitor's other then from the three farms surrounding her small cottage. They suspected that she was in fact a witch and often came to her for help,the Ministry of Magic even left her alone, they figured that she wouldn't break the rules and there were those who watched her anyways.
She missed Harry, he had always been her moral support and her best friend when the rest of the world was so bland, when she had been healing, when Rita Skeeter had written those awful stories about her.
Then he moved to France to be with Fleur whom had been with him in the Final Battle. He had fallen promptly and madly in love with the half Veela and the two had written back and forth until finally Harry knew he wanted to be with her, and she had seen her best friend off,dry eyed.
As for herself she had tried to have a relationship with Ron, but that had gone no where,between her feeling self concious about her tharapy, and his anger at all the attention that Harry had gotten, drove a stake between the two friends and made there relationship sour before it truely got of the ground.
She was content here in her cottage, away from the Muggle World, away from the Wizarding World as well. She curled up in front of a cheery fire with an ancient book opened on her lap, her eyes scanning the page, it was a tale of a past war, done in journal style.
The sound of footsteps on her porch and the fact that Argent had perked up gave the pale haired woman pause. She raised her gaze to the door where a soft knock resounded and she was slowly easeing herself to her feet, and across to the door not twenty minutes ago she had shut and locked.
A small boy stood there,it was almost as though she were seeing the ghost of Ron Weasley, the boy's red hair was in disarray and his freckles stood out on his pale face,he was from one of the neighboring farms, he had lost his father in War with Voldermort.
"Hello Thomas, how can I help you?" she asked as she ushered the little boy out of the bad weather and handed him a towel to dry off. Her limp wasn't as noticable when others were around, because she tried to hide it.
"Umm, Mum says that Betsy is about to have her calf, but there's something not right with it, and she wants to know if you can please help her." the little boy obediantly reported.His blue eyes were tear streaked. "Betsy's been with us along time and I'm afraid she's going to die." he said in a whisper.
"Oh, it can't be that bad." Hermione immediately said, wanting to offer comfort to the little boy, she liked Thomas and his mother, Coral whom she visited from time to time for tea, during the summer and off and on year round."Well have a look and I am sure she'll be just fine." Hermione said as she was going for her cloak, but Thomas beat her to it, pulling the cloak down and bringing it to her.
It took the two longer then she would have liked to get to the Irling farm, as the weather was so bad and it caused her aches to intensify though she would never admit to that.
Betsy was already in labour and Coral was out in the barn with her,her youngest child, a little girl named Mirriel was with her. She perked up when Hermione came into sight."Mione's here." she announced gleefully. "Good evening to you Mione." she greeted.
Hermione couldn't help but smile, Mirrel was a witch, or would be some day and she was sure of it. She laughed softly at the little girl and hugged her lightly. "So whats wrong with Betsy?" she asked Mirrel who had a better clue then her mother or brother could have immagined.
"She's scared of the storm." Mirrel said simply.
"Ah, so she's afraid that's easy enough to remedy." she said as she moved over to where the cow was shivering, her large black eyes rolling about as the thunder boomed around her, and Hermione felt sorry for her, she was over due and too afraid to deliver.
Running her hands over Betsy's ears she murmured her spell, to anyone else it sounded like she was soothing her, but rather she was calming the beast, and dimming the thunder to her ears.
The large cow was soon relaxed and twenty minutes later a healthy calf was dropped, mother and child doing just fine.
It was late when she started back to her cottage, the Irling's had insisted on her staying for dinner, then she and Coral had sat up and talked a bit about the latest events and listened to music, for Coral it was a second chance at being a teenager, she had married early and never really done anything other then be a house wife, so Hermione gave her a female friend to gossip and talk with, about the programs and actors, shows and life in general.
It gave Hermione a chance to be around people.
Argent was ever at her side ,and on guard as she made her way back home, the wolf had been a gift from Hagrid who wanted to take good care of the little girl he had loved like a daughter.
Both stopped short as there was a man leaned against the rail of her porch, his blonde hair shimmered in the dim light and the perfect grey suit he wore was fashionable yet practical.
As though senseing her,he turned and offered her a half smile."Hermione Granger, It has been many years since I have seen you, at least ten." he said, blue eyes scanned her and he nodded his head."As beautiful as I recall."
Hermione felt tiny, and under dress under the gaze that raked over her simple garments, a white and green peasent blouse, black skirt and low lace up boots,her cloak tossed carelessly about her shoulders.
"Draco Malfoy, it has been sometime." she said as she and Argent continued there way to his side, he caught her hand in a charming manner and pressed a kiss to the top of it. "What brings you all the way to the forests of Nottingham England?" she had to know.
"Why you do my dear." he answered."I have a request of you, or prehaps you would call it a job, it pays well." he offered.
She gave him a look of distrust as she opened her door and let him into her sanctuary. "Please do come in, Draco." she said as she forced herself to walk with out a limp though it hurt her enough to bring tears to her eyes, she refused to be considered less,then what she was.
Thankfully he didn't notice to caught up in what ever it was that had brought him to her home.
She went to the stove and started a pot boiling for tea, removed two china cups and plates, returned with them and some biscuts. "Your lost in thought Malfoy, should I send someone in to rescue you?" she teased for old time sakes.
"Oh, so says the Mud-Blood." he said with an equally affectionate tone, there might have been a relationship between the two in there seventh year, had his father not hated her guts for being Harry Potter's best friend."Seriously though,Mione" he continued."As the heir to my father's fortunes, I want you to do something for me." he said softly.
A single pale brow rose as Hermione reguarded him,"And that would be what?" she inquired as she set the plates out.Then sank into her seat across from him in her little coffee nook.
"Well, I have seen the book Rita Skeeter put out about the war.." he saw her look and held up his hand before her angry barrage of words could tumble out."And I despise it, it wasn't how it happened it wasn't romantic and it wasn't so pretty out there in the ranks, I know it and so do you."he forged on." I want you to write a book on it, I want it from an unbiased point of view, and that would be you all the way around, your so Griffindor like." he said.
She managed a soft laughter and shook her head."You want me to write you a book on the War, but why?" she demanded "Your father, was a villan and he was not someone to be proud of, why you of all people would wantnt to see a book like that published?" she asked.
"Call it a favor for old times." he answered."The book needs writing and I won't accept anyone else to write it, Hermione, either you do it or no one does and Rita Skeeter gets away with her slandering of all of our friends, and Potter gets to be the only Hero to shine, if you won't do it for me." he teared up a bit."Do it for Ginny." he said in a sad little voice.
He had loved the red haired girl to much, and when she had been struck down by a spell tossed by his own father, something within Draco had burst and he had turned on the man who had sired him, and Hermione had been the one to save him from his fathers curse, she had tossed another person in the way of the spell that would have sent Draco to be with his precious Ginny, instead Goyle took his place and not willingly.
She sighed and looked away saddened by the memory, War made so many things that one wouldn't consider normally possiable, like Lavender and Neville developing a relationship, War made for strange bed fellows.
"All right Draco, I will do it for you, for Ginny and most of all, for all the forgotten hero's who should be remembered.