The Curses That Bind Us
~*~ By: Mae Noelle ~*~
Disclaimer -- This is all mine! Actually, it's not.
A/N -- The plot was created in five minutes by my awesome muse, Ducky, who resides under the same Pen name as I. She is awesome, and a-a-all mine. I don't think I have seen anything out there quite like this, and I checked all throughout the whole three pages of Remus/Herm fics and couldn't find anything. But, if it is a copy, then, sorry - but I didn't do it on purpose.
~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~
Hermione woke up early in the morning, aching all over. She tried to lift her head, but a kink in it stopped her from lifting it any higher. For a moment she looked around her, wondering what the hell she was doing curled up on the floor.
After the realization of what she had been doing the night before hit her, a fresh wave of tears began flowing, and the only thing that ebbed them was the untimely, high-pitched ringing of her phone.
At first she completely ignored it, intent on relishing in her self pity.
There was a beep, and an angry voice filled her cold room.
"Hermione? Hermione - you have to be there! You aren't using the fire, calling, aparating over, flying or anything! What is wrong? Please - talk to me! Did Ron call you at all? Because he and I - oh, wait, never mind, forget I said that - but please, please call! At least give us some sign your still alive -"
Hermione sat speechless on her floor, leaning against her comfortable chair, the one that she used to curl up and read in.
She automatically stood, walked over to the phone and answering machine, and deleted the message, along with two others she had gotten since yesterday.
Harry wouldn't leave her alone... for an entire month she had completely avoided him, stopped returning his calls, closed up her fireplace, and placed a spell that allowed only her to apparate into her apartment. To prevent outside meetings she refused to go outside, except when absolutely necessary.
Still feeling an odd calm, she walked over to her mini kitchen and opened a cupboard. Empty.
Opened the Fridge. Bottled water and potion ingredients.
And today was one of those important days... she sighed. She felt like she couldn't walk, and now that she was hungry she didn't have anything to eat.
She quickly ran and threw on some clothes (she had been wearing a bath robe that she had evidentially put on sometime the night before) and put on her shoes and walked slowly out of her door, and, thinking twice, she walked back in and took the phone off the hook. Then she walked back out the door.
Her apartment was on the third story out of a five story building, near the edge of London. She wanted to be close to the wizard part of London - Diagon Alley, and to her workplace (the Ministry of Magic), without being right in the hustle and bustle of the city.
A small grocery was on the corner of a street a couple blocks away, and it was normally a very easy trip. But this time it felt almost like forever before she got there.
She reached the grocery a few minutes later, and slowly walked between the few aisles to get what food she thought she could manage to get down her throat.
Only after paying for her food did she realized that she didn't have any of the potions ingredients that she needed, and quickly made her way to the back alley behind the grocery. She looked around quickly, before aparating to her apartment, and dropping off her load.
She sat down for a moment, feeling drained, and began to think against aparating to Diagon Alley. At that distance, it would be easier then walking, but as soon as she got there she would undoubtedly pass out...
With a deep sigh, she stood up, determined. She glanced at the phone, still off the hook, and concentrated as hard as she could on an empty alley in Diagon Alley.
She felt a jolt and staggered, thrusting out her hands and meeting a brick wall. She opened her eyes and took in the smell of the old wizard's gathering place, and walked as best as she could out of the darkness, and into the street.
It wasn't as crowded as it usually was when she came, for there were no schools starting, nothing was ending - it was just a normal work day.
In an effort to be less conspicuous, Hermione shopped around for all the items she would need as best she could - the last thing she needed was someone noticing that all her items are used to make the Wolfsbane potion, and that she herself looked like crap.
Hermione sighed, and walked into the potions ingredients store.
After a few shops and about half an hour, Hermione walked out onto the street, thoroughly exhausted.
Her stomach gave another rumble. She looked down, wishing she had taken a banana or something to eat. She looked around for a place to get something quick, but as she did her vision began to blur.
She grasped the course brick wall of the store beside her, and before she knew it she was leaning over, her package of items falling to the ground.
A blurry figure was hurrying in her direction, or so she could make out. The person became clearer as he came closer, and he bent down and said,
"Hermione?"
She looked up, trying to focus her gaze. It didn't help, however - this person was looked just like everyone else on the street - but she could make out a scar...
"Harry?" She said uncertainly, before everything went dark.
~*~
Hermione woke up, the sunlight pouring over her face and into her eyes. She instinctively moved to cover her face, not feeling like waking.
But then she sat up, so fast she felt a little dizzy. But she didn't notice that - all she could tell was that she was feeling considerably better.
Almost completely better, she thought to herself.
Realizing that she had just been sleeping in a foreign bed, she looked around her, trying to figure out where she was.
She sat up further, and turned to look out the window, but couldn't see much of anything.
BAM!
Hermione jumped, not used to the noise, and was about to ask who it was as another blow came to the door.
"Hermione? Are you up? I thought I-"
"Come in," She yelled, angry.
A messy black head of hair popped in as the door creaked open a crack, and Harry looked in uncertainly. "I'm sorry - I thought I heard you, and that you were up,"
"Well even if I was asleep I wouldn't be anymore, after the noise you made." She sighed, eyeing Harry as he looked slightly sad and pathetic standing in the doorway. "Are you going to come in?"
He narrowed his eyes and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He set down a tray of food and orange juice on the little table beside her bed, and sat down on an available stool.
"Hermione..." He said slowly, and she slipped herself further under the covers. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
She lifted her head higher then it was, as if she were back in school telling off Malfoy. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with me!"
Harry stared. "Yeah, right." He leaned over slightly, looking her steadily in the eye. She turned away. "Hermione, do you know how long it's been?"
"Well, seeing as there is no clock in here, I wouldn't."
"Two days, Hermione." He sat back up straight. "Two days."
She turned away from his hard glare and said loftily, "Guess I was tired, wasn't I?"
"Hermione!" He said sternly. "Just tell me what's wrong!"
She stared straight at the floor wordlessly, suddenly realizing that she hadn't gone to work, or to Hogwarts.
"Hermione-" Harry said, surprised, as she jumped out of bed, despite her body's cries not to move, and made towards her robe. She wondered slightly how she had gotten out of it.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione began, holding up her robe. "For taking me in here. but can you leave?"
"I will not leave," He said loudly, jumping to his feet and looking furious, "And even if you don't tell me what's wrong, I will find out,"
"I need to change," She said icily, still not looking at him.
"Go on, then." He said, not moving. "It's nothing I've never seen before,"
Hermione glared.
"Or is that it?" Harry said slowly, taking a step towards her. "You don't want me to see you? You don't want me to see you at all, anymore? As you now have someone else to see?" He was looking murderous, his hands balled into fists, one looking as though it would reach for his wand.
"Of course not, Harry," She snapped, rolling her eyes. "I would never do that! Not to you, not to anyone -"
"Well, you did it to Ron," Harry spat.
"Ah, well, that was different." She said angrily, fingering her robe.
"Not by my book!"
"Well, Harry, your book is a bit screwed up, isn't it?" Hermione tore off her bed robes and quickly threw on her black ones, and grabbed the bag full of her things, which had been lying by the mirror. "Good day!"
And she tore out of the room, and bustled down the stairs, into the pub, and out the doors, ignoring the odd looks she was given.
If she had indeed been out two days, she was in danger of loosing her job. and she was supposed to have been at Hogwarts, learning more about becoming an animagus.
As she was feeling better, she made it to an alleyway, and aparated back to her home - and placed her potions ingredients inside either the fridge or her cupboards, grabbed her broom, and aparated just outside Hogwarts grounds.
She began to fall, as she appeared a good few hundred feet in the air, and maneuvered her broom securely beneath her, and zoomed over the forbidden forest and well kept lawns of Hogwarts.
Once inside Hogwarts, the worried face of Minerva appeared around one of the doors.
Hermione, without a word, swept inside the room, broom in hand.
"Miss Granger, if you would please be so kind as to tell me the reason you weren't able to make it.?" Minerva started, and Hermione sighed and leaned on the nearest table.
Hermione looked up hesitantly, and saw Minerva eyeing her broom wearily, and her empty hands. Hermione hadn't brought her books and supplies.
"I must-" Hermione began, after a long pause, "I must. quit. my animagus lessons, until - until - further notice," She finished painfully, gripping her brook tighter.
Minerva stared.
"It's just been, well, busy lately, what with my job, and, erm, my personal life. and now, I've realized that being an animagus. just. won't. work."
Minerva still stood quietly, her mouth pursed, and said quietly, "The full moon was two days ago."
Hermione's grip on her broom tightened, and she realized that Minerva must've guessed. was she that obvious?
After another minute of uncomfortable silence, Minerva whipped out her wand, and conjured a folded piece of parchment out of the air.
"Here," Minerva said softly, handing the parchment piece over to Hermione. "I hope to see you again."
Hermione didn't waste any time loitering around the castle.
In barely a minute she was outside the castle, Minerva looking sadly out the window, waving - though she knew Hermione wouldn't turn and see.
Hermione felt better the moment she hit the air, and after reaching a good distance from the castle, she plunged her hand into her pocket.
Carefully she held the folded parchment in front of her, and one-handedly opened it.
Scrawled upon it, in deep green ink, was an address.
She didn't need three guesses to figure out to whom the address belonged.
The moment she reached the edge of Hogwarts grounds, she dissapparated, and appeared behind a small grocery store, situated on the outskirts of London.
She quickly hid her broom, placed charm on it so that no one could see it but herself, and marched out from behind the grocery.
Her nose came out from behind the slip of parchment only to be sure she hadn't passed the written address yet, and to make sure she didn't cross a street and get run over.
The streets were narrow and the pavement was crumbling, and as she walked steadily away from London the houses became grimier and more run down.
Her hands fingered her wand in her pocket as she passed an especially alarming house, and she moved to the other side of the street, and passed a pale blue house.
She did a double take.
Her eyes flew back to her parchment, and she turned to look at the house again - particularly it's address.
This was the house.
She sighed, and slowly made her way across the slightly unkempt front lawn, to the door, which was a dirty white.
For a very nervous minute she held her hand in a knocking position, an inch away from the door, contemplating what exactly it was that she was doing.
But before she could bring herself to knock, or to run away, the door opened swiftly.
And there in her wake stood a tall, once-sandy-haired-man (he was graying furiously), decked out in what looked like faded slacks and a shirt, whose kind features wore a very surprised expression.
"Hermione?" He said slowly, opening the door wider.
"P-Professor?"
~*~
Surprise? . Don't tell me you didn't expect that! lol.
I really don't like Mary GrandPre's art. *grr* . Am I the only one, here?
Ah! Sirius! Nooo! My plot line has been ruined! Thanks a lot, JKR... *growl* Ah, but, somehow my plot will go on. I have fixed it completely now... good thing I hadn't written loads more, or else... yah. Actually, this plot line isn't as badly affected as 'Messing With History's plot line was.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far! I think this isn't going to be a long long story, like a couple of my others, but I know where it's going. tell me how you want it to be.
This chapter was the beginning of one of many long-winded ones to come. ^_^ I hope you liked. Told you the chapters would be getting longer. Any complaints? Ideas? Comments?
~*~ By: Mae Noelle ~*~
Disclaimer -- This is all mine! Actually, it's not.
A/N -- The plot was created in five minutes by my awesome muse, Ducky, who resides under the same Pen name as I. She is awesome, and a-a-all mine. I don't think I have seen anything out there quite like this, and I checked all throughout the whole three pages of Remus/Herm fics and couldn't find anything. But, if it is a copy, then, sorry - but I didn't do it on purpose.
~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~
Hermione woke up early in the morning, aching all over. She tried to lift her head, but a kink in it stopped her from lifting it any higher. For a moment she looked around her, wondering what the hell she was doing curled up on the floor.
After the realization of what she had been doing the night before hit her, a fresh wave of tears began flowing, and the only thing that ebbed them was the untimely, high-pitched ringing of her phone.
At first she completely ignored it, intent on relishing in her self pity.
There was a beep, and an angry voice filled her cold room.
"Hermione? Hermione - you have to be there! You aren't using the fire, calling, aparating over, flying or anything! What is wrong? Please - talk to me! Did Ron call you at all? Because he and I - oh, wait, never mind, forget I said that - but please, please call! At least give us some sign your still alive -"
Hermione sat speechless on her floor, leaning against her comfortable chair, the one that she used to curl up and read in.
She automatically stood, walked over to the phone and answering machine, and deleted the message, along with two others she had gotten since yesterday.
Harry wouldn't leave her alone... for an entire month she had completely avoided him, stopped returning his calls, closed up her fireplace, and placed a spell that allowed only her to apparate into her apartment. To prevent outside meetings she refused to go outside, except when absolutely necessary.
Still feeling an odd calm, she walked over to her mini kitchen and opened a cupboard. Empty.
Opened the Fridge. Bottled water and potion ingredients.
And today was one of those important days... she sighed. She felt like she couldn't walk, and now that she was hungry she didn't have anything to eat.
She quickly ran and threw on some clothes (she had been wearing a bath robe that she had evidentially put on sometime the night before) and put on her shoes and walked slowly out of her door, and, thinking twice, she walked back in and took the phone off the hook. Then she walked back out the door.
Her apartment was on the third story out of a five story building, near the edge of London. She wanted to be close to the wizard part of London - Diagon Alley, and to her workplace (the Ministry of Magic), without being right in the hustle and bustle of the city.
A small grocery was on the corner of a street a couple blocks away, and it was normally a very easy trip. But this time it felt almost like forever before she got there.
She reached the grocery a few minutes later, and slowly walked between the few aisles to get what food she thought she could manage to get down her throat.
Only after paying for her food did she realized that she didn't have any of the potions ingredients that she needed, and quickly made her way to the back alley behind the grocery. She looked around quickly, before aparating to her apartment, and dropping off her load.
She sat down for a moment, feeling drained, and began to think against aparating to Diagon Alley. At that distance, it would be easier then walking, but as soon as she got there she would undoubtedly pass out...
With a deep sigh, she stood up, determined. She glanced at the phone, still off the hook, and concentrated as hard as she could on an empty alley in Diagon Alley.
She felt a jolt and staggered, thrusting out her hands and meeting a brick wall. She opened her eyes and took in the smell of the old wizard's gathering place, and walked as best as she could out of the darkness, and into the street.
It wasn't as crowded as it usually was when she came, for there were no schools starting, nothing was ending - it was just a normal work day.
In an effort to be less conspicuous, Hermione shopped around for all the items she would need as best she could - the last thing she needed was someone noticing that all her items are used to make the Wolfsbane potion, and that she herself looked like crap.
Hermione sighed, and walked into the potions ingredients store.
After a few shops and about half an hour, Hermione walked out onto the street, thoroughly exhausted.
Her stomach gave another rumble. She looked down, wishing she had taken a banana or something to eat. She looked around for a place to get something quick, but as she did her vision began to blur.
She grasped the course brick wall of the store beside her, and before she knew it she was leaning over, her package of items falling to the ground.
A blurry figure was hurrying in her direction, or so she could make out. The person became clearer as he came closer, and he bent down and said,
"Hermione?"
She looked up, trying to focus her gaze. It didn't help, however - this person was looked just like everyone else on the street - but she could make out a scar...
"Harry?" She said uncertainly, before everything went dark.
~*~
Hermione woke up, the sunlight pouring over her face and into her eyes. She instinctively moved to cover her face, not feeling like waking.
But then she sat up, so fast she felt a little dizzy. But she didn't notice that - all she could tell was that she was feeling considerably better.
Almost completely better, she thought to herself.
Realizing that she had just been sleeping in a foreign bed, she looked around her, trying to figure out where she was.
She sat up further, and turned to look out the window, but couldn't see much of anything.
BAM!
Hermione jumped, not used to the noise, and was about to ask who it was as another blow came to the door.
"Hermione? Are you up? I thought I-"
"Come in," She yelled, angry.
A messy black head of hair popped in as the door creaked open a crack, and Harry looked in uncertainly. "I'm sorry - I thought I heard you, and that you were up,"
"Well even if I was asleep I wouldn't be anymore, after the noise you made." She sighed, eyeing Harry as he looked slightly sad and pathetic standing in the doorway. "Are you going to come in?"
He narrowed his eyes and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He set down a tray of food and orange juice on the little table beside her bed, and sat down on an available stool.
"Hermione..." He said slowly, and she slipped herself further under the covers. "Is there something you need to tell me?"
She lifted her head higher then it was, as if she were back in school telling off Malfoy. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with me!"
Harry stared. "Yeah, right." He leaned over slightly, looking her steadily in the eye. She turned away. "Hermione, do you know how long it's been?"
"Well, seeing as there is no clock in here, I wouldn't."
"Two days, Hermione." He sat back up straight. "Two days."
She turned away from his hard glare and said loftily, "Guess I was tired, wasn't I?"
"Hermione!" He said sternly. "Just tell me what's wrong!"
She stared straight at the floor wordlessly, suddenly realizing that she hadn't gone to work, or to Hogwarts.
"Hermione-" Harry said, surprised, as she jumped out of bed, despite her body's cries not to move, and made towards her robe. She wondered slightly how she had gotten out of it.
"Thank you, Harry," Hermione began, holding up her robe. "For taking me in here. but can you leave?"
"I will not leave," He said loudly, jumping to his feet and looking furious, "And even if you don't tell me what's wrong, I will find out,"
"I need to change," She said icily, still not looking at him.
"Go on, then." He said, not moving. "It's nothing I've never seen before,"
Hermione glared.
"Or is that it?" Harry said slowly, taking a step towards her. "You don't want me to see you? You don't want me to see you at all, anymore? As you now have someone else to see?" He was looking murderous, his hands balled into fists, one looking as though it would reach for his wand.
"Of course not, Harry," She snapped, rolling her eyes. "I would never do that! Not to you, not to anyone -"
"Well, you did it to Ron," Harry spat.
"Ah, well, that was different." She said angrily, fingering her robe.
"Not by my book!"
"Well, Harry, your book is a bit screwed up, isn't it?" Hermione tore off her bed robes and quickly threw on her black ones, and grabbed the bag full of her things, which had been lying by the mirror. "Good day!"
And she tore out of the room, and bustled down the stairs, into the pub, and out the doors, ignoring the odd looks she was given.
If she had indeed been out two days, she was in danger of loosing her job. and she was supposed to have been at Hogwarts, learning more about becoming an animagus.
As she was feeling better, she made it to an alleyway, and aparated back to her home - and placed her potions ingredients inside either the fridge or her cupboards, grabbed her broom, and aparated just outside Hogwarts grounds.
She began to fall, as she appeared a good few hundred feet in the air, and maneuvered her broom securely beneath her, and zoomed over the forbidden forest and well kept lawns of Hogwarts.
Once inside Hogwarts, the worried face of Minerva appeared around one of the doors.
Hermione, without a word, swept inside the room, broom in hand.
"Miss Granger, if you would please be so kind as to tell me the reason you weren't able to make it.?" Minerva started, and Hermione sighed and leaned on the nearest table.
Hermione looked up hesitantly, and saw Minerva eyeing her broom wearily, and her empty hands. Hermione hadn't brought her books and supplies.
"I must-" Hermione began, after a long pause, "I must. quit. my animagus lessons, until - until - further notice," She finished painfully, gripping her brook tighter.
Minerva stared.
"It's just been, well, busy lately, what with my job, and, erm, my personal life. and now, I've realized that being an animagus. just. won't. work."
Minerva still stood quietly, her mouth pursed, and said quietly, "The full moon was two days ago."
Hermione's grip on her broom tightened, and she realized that Minerva must've guessed. was she that obvious?
After another minute of uncomfortable silence, Minerva whipped out her wand, and conjured a folded piece of parchment out of the air.
"Here," Minerva said softly, handing the parchment piece over to Hermione. "I hope to see you again."
Hermione didn't waste any time loitering around the castle.
In barely a minute she was outside the castle, Minerva looking sadly out the window, waving - though she knew Hermione wouldn't turn and see.
Hermione felt better the moment she hit the air, and after reaching a good distance from the castle, she plunged her hand into her pocket.
Carefully she held the folded parchment in front of her, and one-handedly opened it.
Scrawled upon it, in deep green ink, was an address.
She didn't need three guesses to figure out to whom the address belonged.
The moment she reached the edge of Hogwarts grounds, she dissapparated, and appeared behind a small grocery store, situated on the outskirts of London.
She quickly hid her broom, placed charm on it so that no one could see it but herself, and marched out from behind the grocery.
Her nose came out from behind the slip of parchment only to be sure she hadn't passed the written address yet, and to make sure she didn't cross a street and get run over.
The streets were narrow and the pavement was crumbling, and as she walked steadily away from London the houses became grimier and more run down.
Her hands fingered her wand in her pocket as she passed an especially alarming house, and she moved to the other side of the street, and passed a pale blue house.
She did a double take.
Her eyes flew back to her parchment, and she turned to look at the house again - particularly it's address.
This was the house.
She sighed, and slowly made her way across the slightly unkempt front lawn, to the door, which was a dirty white.
For a very nervous minute she held her hand in a knocking position, an inch away from the door, contemplating what exactly it was that she was doing.
But before she could bring herself to knock, or to run away, the door opened swiftly.
And there in her wake stood a tall, once-sandy-haired-man (he was graying furiously), decked out in what looked like faded slacks and a shirt, whose kind features wore a very surprised expression.
"Hermione?" He said slowly, opening the door wider.
"P-Professor?"
~*~
Surprise? . Don't tell me you didn't expect that! lol.
I really don't like Mary GrandPre's art. *grr* . Am I the only one, here?
Ah! Sirius! Nooo! My plot line has been ruined! Thanks a lot, JKR... *growl* Ah, but, somehow my plot will go on. I have fixed it completely now... good thing I hadn't written loads more, or else... yah. Actually, this plot line isn't as badly affected as 'Messing With History's plot line was.
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far! I think this isn't going to be a long long story, like a couple of my others, but I know where it's going. tell me how you want it to be.
This chapter was the beginning of one of many long-winded ones to come. ^_^ I hope you liked. Told you the chapters would be getting longer. Any complaints? Ideas? Comments?