Chapter 1
Reliving and Revealing
Hermione woke up. She had that dream again, if you could call it a dream. More of a nightmare. But the worst thing was the nightmare had come true, only five years ago, thanks to her. She felt tears starting to push their way out of her eyes. She blinked them back.
It was all her fault that now. All the pain flooded back to her as she thought back to that day. She pushed it to the back of her mind as she got out of bed to get ready for the day.
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Harry's reflection looked back at him in the mirror. He smiled at himself. I love my life, he thought. A gigantic mansion, a great family and a satisfying job. I have a perfect life. He was so busy lost in thought that he barely even heard the doorbell ring. He hastily grabbed a green shirt, pulled it over his head and tucked it into his black boxers.
He quickly walked to the door and opened it. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.Who should he find but the one person he hadn't seen in five years.?
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Hermione apparated in front of his door. She looked up and gasped. His house was gorgeous. It was a white, two-storied mansion with green trim. In the front of the house were all kinds of trees, flowers, and plants. She diverted her eyes off the scenery, took a few deep breaths, and reached her hand out to ring the doorbell.
It hovered there for a few seconds until she plucked up the courage and pushed it. The doorbell echoed through the house. A few seconds passed by then she heard footsteps and the door opened. She suddenly felt breathless as she stared at the person she hadn't seen in five years..
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"Er- Hi Harry." Harry stared in disbelief at Hermione. Minutes ticked and an uneasy silence settled between them as they stood there staring at each other.
Harry decided to break the ice. "Er- I suppose you want to come in?" He asked, even though he didn't really want to let her in after the pain she had put him through, after what she did to him.
"Sure," replied Hermione. Harry noticed she was a little jumpy. Hermione came in and sat down in a red chintz chair, Harry followed suite and sat down on the long, red couch diagonal from Hermione.
He didn't know what to say. "Er-" he began, but was soon cut off by Hermione.
"Look Harry, I think we both know why I am here. So let me just get through this all without you interrupting me, please." She took a deep breath. Again an uneasy silence fell between them, and before Harry could stop it, the vision, the memory, everything came back to him, back to that day.
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5 years ago
The gentle summer breeze tickled Harry's cheek as he laid sprawled out on the grass with Hermione on a brilliant sunny day. A sunny day that, unfortunately, was coming to a close. Hermione's head was rested on his chest as they laid there in peace.
It was the day before the ride to King's Cross, the day they would leave Hogwarts forever. They were enjoying to the full extent, trying not to think about when they left Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione had been going out since their sixth year, and planned to even when they left.
Harry caressed Hermione's cheek gently. She smiled sweetly at him. He kissed her forehead delicately. Harry loved Hermione with all his heart, with every emotion he contained. He would love her until the day he died. He grinned at the thought of spending the rest of his life with Hermione.
"I love you Hermione."
Hermione seemed to hesitate before answering him. "I love you too Harry," said Hermione in an odd, sort of false voice. She got up off the ground and started brushing herself off.
"I better get back to my dormitory. It's getting late and I still have a few things to pack. See you at dinner." And with that she walked off. Harry watched her go into the castle as he remained laying in the grass. After a few minutes of mulling over his memories of Hogwarts, he reluctantly he got off the ground and sprinted off towards his dormitory.
When he got there he started packing his things at top speed, not wanting to miss the End of the Year Feast. Halfway through he stopped and looked at what was in his hands; it was a picture Ron had taken in the beginning of the year of Harry and Hermione. In the picture Harry was grinning broadly with his arm around Hermione. Hermione, however, looked bored and kept shooting uneasy glances at the arm around her.
Harry stood there staring at the picture a few minutes before finally packing it carefully into his trunk, giving it no more thought. When he was done packing he rushed down to the great hall and made it just in time for the feast. He made his way to the Gryffindor table, and sat down across from Hermione. Ron was on her right and Lavender was on her left.
Before Harry could say something about the seating arrangement, Dumbledore stood up to make his speech. "It is yet again, the end of the year." Harry neither heard nor cared what Dumbledore was saying, he was watching Ron carefully. Ron was sitting close to Hermione. Too close, thought Harry. Ron shifted a little closer and casually put his arm around Hermione. He whispered something in her ear. She giggled and turned her attention back to the Headmaster.
Food appeared on the plates at the table. Harry didn't say much through dinner, he just watched everyone, absorbing what the great hall looked like and tried to stamp it into his mind.
The trio headed back up to the common room after dinner. Harry slumped down into his favorite chair and didn't pay attention to Ron and Hermione talking. After a few moments Harry got up and bid them good night, heading towards his dormitory. He didn't feel very tired but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.
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Harry woke up; he had had a dreamless sleep. The sun was shining brightly through a crack in his hangings onto his face. He groaned loudly and looked at his watch. Holy crap, thought Harry. It's 8:30! The train leaves at 9:00!
He quickly got dressed, grabbed his wand and said, "Locomotor trunk!" And ran down the stairs, with his trunk hauling behind.
By the time he got to the front, the carriages were just about to leave so he jumped into the nearest one. He looked around the carriage, and recognized the people inside as some Hufflepuff fifth years. Once out of the carriage, Harry couldn't see Ron or Hermione anywhere. He decided he would just board the train without them and just look for them then.
About halfway through the train he found Ginny, Luna, and Neville in a compartment of their own and stayed there for a little bit. Harry put his trunk and Hedwig's cage on the rack above.
"Have you seen Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked Ginny.
"No, but I figured they were in the prefect compartment." Replied Ginny.
"Oh ok. Well I'm going to continue looking down the rest of the compartments; maybe they're in a different one." Harry went looking from compartment to compartment. He had reached the last one and glanced through the window carelessly, but did a double take. He gasped and felt suddenly sick. He had found Ron and Hermione, but now he wished he hadn't.
Ron and Hermione were snogging each other madly inside the compartment. Harry was in a state of shock, and found himself planted where he was for a few moments before he realized where he was and what was going on. He slid the door open with such force that the glass shattered. Ron and Hermione looked up and saw the last person on earth they wanted to see at that moment.
"Oh Harry-" Hermione began with a shocked look on her face but Harry cut her off.
"As long as you're happy," He walked off not looking back, as a tear streamed down his face.
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Present
Harry blinked as the memory faded away. Hermione was staring at him; he looked down at his feet not wanting to look her in the eyes.
"Harry, the thing I came here to tell you is.I'm s-s-sorry." Here her voice cracked as tears began pouring down her face. "I r-r-really am.I'm so sorry. I'm mortified th-that I would even do s-something like that..What was between Ron and I was n-nothing, I s-swear..But the p- problem is that I..I.. I still have f-f-feelings for you! Harry I s-still love you! I wake up t-thinking about you and-"
"Hermione-"
"No Harry you have to listen to what I've-"
"Hermione-!"
"Harry I'm insanely in love with you and-" But Hermione stopped as she heard a very familiar dreamy voice behind her cut in.
"Harry, I can't believe you didn't hear the baby screaming! I-Oh! Hello Hermione! It's so good to see you! I don't believe you've met mine and Harry's son, have you? Hermione, meet our one year old bouncing baby boy, Sirius!"
Hermione woke up. She had that dream again, if you could call it a dream. More of a nightmare. But the worst thing was the nightmare had come true, only five years ago, thanks to her. She felt tears starting to push their way out of her eyes. She blinked them back.
It was all her fault that now. All the pain flooded back to her as she thought back to that day. She pushed it to the back of her mind as she got out of bed to get ready for the day.
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Harry's reflection looked back at him in the mirror. He smiled at himself. I love my life, he thought. A gigantic mansion, a great family and a satisfying job. I have a perfect life. He was so busy lost in thought that he barely even heard the doorbell ring. He hastily grabbed a green shirt, pulled it over his head and tucked it into his black boxers.
He quickly walked to the door and opened it. Harry couldn't believe his eyes.Who should he find but the one person he hadn't seen in five years.?
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Hermione apparated in front of his door. She looked up and gasped. His house was gorgeous. It was a white, two-storied mansion with green trim. In the front of the house were all kinds of trees, flowers, and plants. She diverted her eyes off the scenery, took a few deep breaths, and reached her hand out to ring the doorbell.
It hovered there for a few seconds until she plucked up the courage and pushed it. The doorbell echoed through the house. A few seconds passed by then she heard footsteps and the door opened. She suddenly felt breathless as she stared at the person she hadn't seen in five years..
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"Er- Hi Harry." Harry stared in disbelief at Hermione. Minutes ticked and an uneasy silence settled between them as they stood there staring at each other.
Harry decided to break the ice. "Er- I suppose you want to come in?" He asked, even though he didn't really want to let her in after the pain she had put him through, after what she did to him.
"Sure," replied Hermione. Harry noticed she was a little jumpy. Hermione came in and sat down in a red chintz chair, Harry followed suite and sat down on the long, red couch diagonal from Hermione.
He didn't know what to say. "Er-" he began, but was soon cut off by Hermione.
"Look Harry, I think we both know why I am here. So let me just get through this all without you interrupting me, please." She took a deep breath. Again an uneasy silence fell between them, and before Harry could stop it, the vision, the memory, everything came back to him, back to that day.
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5 years ago
The gentle summer breeze tickled Harry's cheek as he laid sprawled out on the grass with Hermione on a brilliant sunny day. A sunny day that, unfortunately, was coming to a close. Hermione's head was rested on his chest as they laid there in peace.
It was the day before the ride to King's Cross, the day they would leave Hogwarts forever. They were enjoying to the full extent, trying not to think about when they left Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione had been going out since their sixth year, and planned to even when they left.
Harry caressed Hermione's cheek gently. She smiled sweetly at him. He kissed her forehead delicately. Harry loved Hermione with all his heart, with every emotion he contained. He would love her until the day he died. He grinned at the thought of spending the rest of his life with Hermione.
"I love you Hermione."
Hermione seemed to hesitate before answering him. "I love you too Harry," said Hermione in an odd, sort of false voice. She got up off the ground and started brushing herself off.
"I better get back to my dormitory. It's getting late and I still have a few things to pack. See you at dinner." And with that she walked off. Harry watched her go into the castle as he remained laying in the grass. After a few minutes of mulling over his memories of Hogwarts, he reluctantly he got off the ground and sprinted off towards his dormitory.
When he got there he started packing his things at top speed, not wanting to miss the End of the Year Feast. Halfway through he stopped and looked at what was in his hands; it was a picture Ron had taken in the beginning of the year of Harry and Hermione. In the picture Harry was grinning broadly with his arm around Hermione. Hermione, however, looked bored and kept shooting uneasy glances at the arm around her.
Harry stood there staring at the picture a few minutes before finally packing it carefully into his trunk, giving it no more thought. When he was done packing he rushed down to the great hall and made it just in time for the feast. He made his way to the Gryffindor table, and sat down across from Hermione. Ron was on her right and Lavender was on her left.
Before Harry could say something about the seating arrangement, Dumbledore stood up to make his speech. "It is yet again, the end of the year." Harry neither heard nor cared what Dumbledore was saying, he was watching Ron carefully. Ron was sitting close to Hermione. Too close, thought Harry. Ron shifted a little closer and casually put his arm around Hermione. He whispered something in her ear. She giggled and turned her attention back to the Headmaster.
Food appeared on the plates at the table. Harry didn't say much through dinner, he just watched everyone, absorbing what the great hall looked like and tried to stamp it into his mind.
The trio headed back up to the common room after dinner. Harry slumped down into his favorite chair and didn't pay attention to Ron and Hermione talking. After a few moments Harry got up and bid them good night, heading towards his dormitory. He didn't feel very tired but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light.
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Harry woke up; he had had a dreamless sleep. The sun was shining brightly through a crack in his hangings onto his face. He groaned loudly and looked at his watch. Holy crap, thought Harry. It's 8:30! The train leaves at 9:00!
He quickly got dressed, grabbed his wand and said, "Locomotor trunk!" And ran down the stairs, with his trunk hauling behind.
By the time he got to the front, the carriages were just about to leave so he jumped into the nearest one. He looked around the carriage, and recognized the people inside as some Hufflepuff fifth years. Once out of the carriage, Harry couldn't see Ron or Hermione anywhere. He decided he would just board the train without them and just look for them then.
About halfway through the train he found Ginny, Luna, and Neville in a compartment of their own and stayed there for a little bit. Harry put his trunk and Hedwig's cage on the rack above.
"Have you seen Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked Ginny.
"No, but I figured they were in the prefect compartment." Replied Ginny.
"Oh ok. Well I'm going to continue looking down the rest of the compartments; maybe they're in a different one." Harry went looking from compartment to compartment. He had reached the last one and glanced through the window carelessly, but did a double take. He gasped and felt suddenly sick. He had found Ron and Hermione, but now he wished he hadn't.
Ron and Hermione were snogging each other madly inside the compartment. Harry was in a state of shock, and found himself planted where he was for a few moments before he realized where he was and what was going on. He slid the door open with such force that the glass shattered. Ron and Hermione looked up and saw the last person on earth they wanted to see at that moment.
"Oh Harry-" Hermione began with a shocked look on her face but Harry cut her off.
"As long as you're happy," He walked off not looking back, as a tear streamed down his face.
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Present
Harry blinked as the memory faded away. Hermione was staring at him; he looked down at his feet not wanting to look her in the eyes.
"Harry, the thing I came here to tell you is.I'm s-s-sorry." Here her voice cracked as tears began pouring down her face. "I r-r-really am.I'm so sorry. I'm mortified th-that I would even do s-something like that..What was between Ron and I was n-nothing, I s-swear..But the p- problem is that I..I.. I still have f-f-feelings for you! Harry I s-still love you! I wake up t-thinking about you and-"
"Hermione-"
"No Harry you have to listen to what I've-"
"Hermione-!"
"Harry I'm insanely in love with you and-" But Hermione stopped as she heard a very familiar dreamy voice behind her cut in.
"Harry, I can't believe you didn't hear the baby screaming! I-Oh! Hello Hermione! It's so good to see you! I don't believe you've met mine and Harry's son, have you? Hermione, meet our one year old bouncing baby boy, Sirius!"