A/N: Whoa… great response to the break-up chapters. Well don't worry
something happens in this chapter that will make you happy. By the way I
changed it back to 7th year! By the way, remember in the third chapter when
I gave actors parts to everyone? Well I'm changing Hermione to Katie Holmes
and Will to Adam LaVargia (Sp?).
Disclaimer: Let's see here this is FANfiction.net so don't sue me.
Hermione, Will and Simon spent a lot of time together. Will and Simon spent most of their time trying to get Hermione not to cry. Which she did often. Monday morning (A/N: It was X-Mas vacation) Will and Hermione were reading and Simon was chasing Blair (A/N: The girl he likes- remember?). Harry and Ron were playing chess. Then Prof. McGonagall walked in.
"Hermione, William, Simon, please follow me," She said solemnly. Hermione cast Will a sidelong glance. He shrugged and mouthed 'I don't know.'
So they walked to Prof. Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was sitting soberly at his desk.
"Please, sit down." He said mournfully to the siblings.
"Professor, why are we here, anyways?" Simon asked. Hermione jabbed him in the ribs.
"Si-mon!" She said shrilly.
"Thanks quite alright, Miss Granger." Dumbledore spoke up. "I have bad news. Your parents have been murdered by Lord Voldemort." He said. Hermione sat still, not believing. He gave her a piece of parchment:
Dear Hermione, William, and Simon Granger,
We regret to inform you that Claire, Brian, and Bethany (A/N: Their little baby sister) Granger were murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We are sorry for your loss.
My Regrets
Cornelius Fudge
Minister Of Magic
A/N: That's all everyone bye!!!
A/N: Just kidding.
"I-Is this true? This has to be a sick joke." Hermione said, feeling tears come to her cinnamon colored eyes.
"Will, I have arranged you to stay here. You'll be living in the boys 7th year dorm- in Mr. Potter's place. You may leave now. By the way, the funeral is Wednesday. You are excused from classes and work until next Monday." Dumbledore said. As they left none of them said anything- they were in shock. Hermione had tears running down her face. When they got to her dorm, she hugged them and went inside. Harry was sitting on his bed. He noticed her tears. He softened a bit.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked.
"They… Voldemort… My parents… Bethany." She stumbled on the words.
"Hermione what happened?" Harry asked again.
"Voldemort killed my parents and little sister." She choked out. Harry gasped and walked over to her and gave her a hug.
"I'm sorry, Herm. I'm so sorry." He said, her hair smelled like strawberries and vanilla. He released her and took her chin in his hands and kissed her. The kiss lingered and was amazing. It was unlike any other kiss they shared because it was full of passion. Finally Harry released her.
"Harry, what does this mean?" Hermione asked in a barely audible whisper.
"It means that we are together again. If you want to be." Harry said.
"I want to be." Hermione said. She pulled Harry in for another kiss. This one lasted much longer.
"Hermione," Harry said in between gasps of breath, "I just want you to know that I need to take some time to rebuild our trust. I hope you understand."
"I understand Harry. That's reasonable." Hermione said. She had almost forgotten. Then it came back and hit her on the face- her parents and little sister were dead. She began to cry again.
"Minnie?" Harry asked.
"Harry? Does it ever stop hurting?" She asked. Harry looked surprised. He touched his scar.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Your parents being dead. Does it ever stop hurting?" She asked.
"No. But the pain dulls and it's just an ache that you sometimes can't even feel. I promise." Harry said, putting his arm around her.
"Right now it feels like someone took a sharp blade and drove it through my heart then twisted it. And you know what the worst part is?" Hermione asked, leaning against Harry's broad chest.
"What?" He responded.
"It's my fault. It's all my fault. If I wasn't a witch then Voldemort wouldn't of come after mum and dad are dead. It's all my fault," She cried into Harry's chest.
"Hermione, never think that. Never ever." Harry said. Hermione nodded, tears in her eyes.
"I can't help it, Harry. I just can't." Hermione said sadly.
So on the day of the funeral Hermione got dressed in a black dress and sweater. Harry was coming with her for moral support. They took a portkey to the funeral home. Will, Hermione, and Simon were being catered to like babies. Hermione was too depressed to notice. She clutched Harry's hand like a security blanket. Hermione's relatives fawned over her, telling her how pretty she was and how lucky she was to have such a cute boyfriend. By the time the funeral began Harry was fairly traumatized and didn't know how many questions he'd asked over and over again. Such as: 'What work are you parents in?' 'How did they die?' 'Why do you like our little Hermione?' and so on and so forth. Soon the funeral began. The priest said a few words then Hermione had to give a eulogy. She stood up and Harry whispered in her ear:
"Hermione, you can do. I love you." She smiled solemnly at him.
"Thank you." She said. She walked up to the altar.
"My parents," She began, "Where the most loving; caring people ever. They wanted everything for their four children. Happiness, success, and love.
"I remember way back when, when I received the letter saying I was a witch. My parents took me and told me if this is what I want then that is what I should do, although it was certainly not what they planned for me. They said all they wanted for me was to be happy, be successful, and be in love like they were," Hermione's voice cracked, she locked eyes with Harry and he nodded to her. She continued:
"My parents were wonderful people. Their loving and caring attitudes reflected upon many people. Their children, their patients (A/N: They're dentists remember?), their families and everyone who knew them. I was blessed for them to be my parents." She finished her eulogy and sat down next to Harry. He kissed her on the top of the head.
"That was beautiful, Minnie." He said. She nodded.
A/N: How was that? Good, bad? Okay well REVIEW AND TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviews:
HarryHermione4Ever: Okay here's the deal with the last chapter: Harry was very *fond* of Adelaide but Harry really loved Hermione so he liked Adelaide as a friend.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: I HATE THE SIMPSONS!!!!! The boy in my class keep calling me Reverend cuz my last name is Lovejoy. It sucks.
Alicia Jennings: Oh I love Savage Garden. A LOT!!!!
Elanor: Oh thank you for considering me!! Hmmm Ron and Hermione doesn't really make sense to me. Oh well… to each his own.
Tiffany-Michelle: Thank you.
Wondergirl: Thank you SO much.
Aline Aquiar: Thank you a lot. Such a nice review!!!
Alicia: Savage Garden rules. I might be using Chained To You in a Ginny/Draco songfic!!!
AznGolDragonGod: Yeah…
Honest Deception: Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Disclaimer: Let's see here this is FANfiction.net so don't sue me.
Hermione, Will and Simon spent a lot of time together. Will and Simon spent most of their time trying to get Hermione not to cry. Which she did often. Monday morning (A/N: It was X-Mas vacation) Will and Hermione were reading and Simon was chasing Blair (A/N: The girl he likes- remember?). Harry and Ron were playing chess. Then Prof. McGonagall walked in.
"Hermione, William, Simon, please follow me," She said solemnly. Hermione cast Will a sidelong glance. He shrugged and mouthed 'I don't know.'
So they walked to Prof. Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was sitting soberly at his desk.
"Please, sit down." He said mournfully to the siblings.
"Professor, why are we here, anyways?" Simon asked. Hermione jabbed him in the ribs.
"Si-mon!" She said shrilly.
"Thanks quite alright, Miss Granger." Dumbledore spoke up. "I have bad news. Your parents have been murdered by Lord Voldemort." He said. Hermione sat still, not believing. He gave her a piece of parchment:
Dear Hermione, William, and Simon Granger,
We regret to inform you that Claire, Brian, and Bethany (A/N: Their little baby sister) Granger were murdered by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. We are sorry for your loss.
My Regrets
Cornelius Fudge
Minister Of Magic
A/N: That's all everyone bye!!!
A/N: Just kidding.
"I-Is this true? This has to be a sick joke." Hermione said, feeling tears come to her cinnamon colored eyes.
"Will, I have arranged you to stay here. You'll be living in the boys 7th year dorm- in Mr. Potter's place. You may leave now. By the way, the funeral is Wednesday. You are excused from classes and work until next Monday." Dumbledore said. As they left none of them said anything- they were in shock. Hermione had tears running down her face. When they got to her dorm, she hugged them and went inside. Harry was sitting on his bed. He noticed her tears. He softened a bit.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked.
"They… Voldemort… My parents… Bethany." She stumbled on the words.
"Hermione what happened?" Harry asked again.
"Voldemort killed my parents and little sister." She choked out. Harry gasped and walked over to her and gave her a hug.
"I'm sorry, Herm. I'm so sorry." He said, her hair smelled like strawberries and vanilla. He released her and took her chin in his hands and kissed her. The kiss lingered and was amazing. It was unlike any other kiss they shared because it was full of passion. Finally Harry released her.
"Harry, what does this mean?" Hermione asked in a barely audible whisper.
"It means that we are together again. If you want to be." Harry said.
"I want to be." Hermione said. She pulled Harry in for another kiss. This one lasted much longer.
"Hermione," Harry said in between gasps of breath, "I just want you to know that I need to take some time to rebuild our trust. I hope you understand."
"I understand Harry. That's reasonable." Hermione said. She had almost forgotten. Then it came back and hit her on the face- her parents and little sister were dead. She began to cry again.
"Minnie?" Harry asked.
"Harry? Does it ever stop hurting?" She asked. Harry looked surprised. He touched his scar.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Your parents being dead. Does it ever stop hurting?" She asked.
"No. But the pain dulls and it's just an ache that you sometimes can't even feel. I promise." Harry said, putting his arm around her.
"Right now it feels like someone took a sharp blade and drove it through my heart then twisted it. And you know what the worst part is?" Hermione asked, leaning against Harry's broad chest.
"What?" He responded.
"It's my fault. It's all my fault. If I wasn't a witch then Voldemort wouldn't of come after mum and dad are dead. It's all my fault," She cried into Harry's chest.
"Hermione, never think that. Never ever." Harry said. Hermione nodded, tears in her eyes.
"I can't help it, Harry. I just can't." Hermione said sadly.
So on the day of the funeral Hermione got dressed in a black dress and sweater. Harry was coming with her for moral support. They took a portkey to the funeral home. Will, Hermione, and Simon were being catered to like babies. Hermione was too depressed to notice. She clutched Harry's hand like a security blanket. Hermione's relatives fawned over her, telling her how pretty she was and how lucky she was to have such a cute boyfriend. By the time the funeral began Harry was fairly traumatized and didn't know how many questions he'd asked over and over again. Such as: 'What work are you parents in?' 'How did they die?' 'Why do you like our little Hermione?' and so on and so forth. Soon the funeral began. The priest said a few words then Hermione had to give a eulogy. She stood up and Harry whispered in her ear:
"Hermione, you can do. I love you." She smiled solemnly at him.
"Thank you." She said. She walked up to the altar.
"My parents," She began, "Where the most loving; caring people ever. They wanted everything for their four children. Happiness, success, and love.
"I remember way back when, when I received the letter saying I was a witch. My parents took me and told me if this is what I want then that is what I should do, although it was certainly not what they planned for me. They said all they wanted for me was to be happy, be successful, and be in love like they were," Hermione's voice cracked, she locked eyes with Harry and he nodded to her. She continued:
"My parents were wonderful people. Their loving and caring attitudes reflected upon many people. Their children, their patients (A/N: They're dentists remember?), their families and everyone who knew them. I was blessed for them to be my parents." She finished her eulogy and sat down next to Harry. He kissed her on the top of the head.
"That was beautiful, Minnie." He said. She nodded.
A/N: How was that? Good, bad? Okay well REVIEW AND TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviews:
HarryHermione4Ever: Okay here's the deal with the last chapter: Harry was very *fond* of Adelaide but Harry really loved Hermione so he liked Adelaide as a friend.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named: I HATE THE SIMPSONS!!!!! The boy in my class keep calling me Reverend cuz my last name is Lovejoy. It sucks.
Alicia Jennings: Oh I love Savage Garden. A LOT!!!!
Elanor: Oh thank you for considering me!! Hmmm Ron and Hermione doesn't really make sense to me. Oh well… to each his own.
Tiffany-Michelle: Thank you.
Wondergirl: Thank you SO much.
Aline Aquiar: Thank you a lot. Such a nice review!!!
Alicia: Savage Garden rules. I might be using Chained To You in a Ginny/Draco songfic!!!
AznGolDragonGod: Yeah…
Honest Deception: Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!