Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything that has to deal with it
in the books, these all belong to the brilliant J. K. Rowlings. I do
however own the North family and this particular plot.
Well, that last chapter was quite hard to write, but it will play some minor importance to the plot, which will be revealed later on. I hope you enjoyed it though (not in the sense that you wish it would happen all over again, but in the sense that you can see this is a major twist in the plot.) I will write thank yous to everyone kind enough to review for the last two chapters at the end. This is going to be another long one. Anyways, I'll stop talking now and get on with the story.
Chapter 13
Hermione lay for some time on the floor of the dungeon in violent sobs. All of it had been a lie; Draco couldn't have loved her and not said something about that whole engagement ordeal. Maybe he was playing her for a fool because he obviously didn't care enough to tell her to her face; he had to send people to tell her and rape her and she would never be able to tell who they were. She was extremely angry, maybe even spiteful towards Draco.
And as if that wasn't enough, she had forgotten her wand in the Great Hall so that she couldn't fix her shredded clothes. She made sure that her school robe covered her entirely and stood up shakily only to be met with pain from losing her virginity. She just ignored the pain and made her way slowly towards the door.
Suddenly Draco burst into the room looking concerned. He spotted Hermione and started to smile, but let a shocked expression take its place as he saw the disoriented state in which she was. He moved for her quickly and made to support her, but she swatted his arm away the moment it came into contact with her arm.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked quietly looking into her eyes for an answer. He was shocked to meet up with two hazel eyes seething with fury, and sending that anger in his direction.
"As if you didn't know what the bloody hell is wrong. All this time you couldn't just say 'oh, Hermione, I don't mean this in a bad way, but I'm engaged.' Draco, what the hell did you think you were doing, toying with my mind like some cold-blooded prat?" she said, as waves of anger seemed to radiate from her.
"Hermione, what are you going on about?"
"Why don't you ask the three people that were just in here about an hour ago? They seem to be under the impression that you're engaged to some girl that I know is from one of the darkest wizarding families still alive today," Hermione was staring daggers at him as she said this.
Draco made to move towards her, but the moment he was at the proper distance, she slapped with all that she had left. Draco knew she was angry, so he didn't retaliate, but it hurt like hell.
"I can't explain the people because I don't even know what that's all about, but Hermione please hear me ou-"
Hermione was in hysterics at this point, "No Draco, you hear me out! You led me on. I trusted you and you betrayed me. You said you loved me and that you would always love me, and you never even mention the fact that you just happened to be engaged . . . to a Death Eater no less; and you're expecting me to just put it aside, say 'I love you' and pretend that nothing ever happened? No I don't think-"
"Hermione, plea-"
"No Draco, you can't get your way out of this one . . . you really hurt me and I don't think that I can forgive you; ever. You are the most smarmy, self-centered, egotistical bastard I've ever had the misfortune to know. I can't deal with this; it's over! We're through!" she said as she made her way to the door and slammed it behind her. She ran around the corner and broke down; silent sobs wracking through her entire body.
In the matter of about an hour, she had been stripped of her dignity, her happiness, her trust, and most importantly, her belief in the existence of love.
~*::-::*~
Hermione went into a deep state of depression after the whole incident. The only good thing was that she had been ridded of the flashbacks and wouldn't have to channel anymore. She couldn't bear the thought of having to channel through Dra - no Malfoy - during the day or at night for a moment longer. Harry had helped well enough after that night, but the one person who had really helped her was Justin Finch-Fletchley.
*He had been wandering the halls that night and found Hermione in a state of rage in the hallway near the dungeons. He knew that she had been missing for most of dinner, but hadn't known why.
"Hermione?" he asked timidly.
Hermione jumped at the sound of her name and looked up at him, "What, come to rub it in my face?"
"Hermione what are you talking about?" he asked crouching down next to her with a look of genuine caring etched on his face.
Hermione sat in thought for a moment in regards of whether or not to tell him, "Well, the whole school will probably find out about it anyway, so there's no harm in telling you I suppose. Draco is engaged to a Death Eater named Cecily North. I just broke it off with him."
"Oh, Hermione I'm sorry; I always knew that bloke was too good to be true," said Justin, offering his condolences.
"Thanks," she said looking away from him and drying her eyes on her sleeve.
"It's getting late, do you want me to walk you back to your room?" he asked standing and reaching his hand out to her.
"That'd be great, thanks," she said taking his hand. Together they walked to Hermione's room and then Justin went back to the Hufflepuff Common Room.
~*::-::*~
Hermione knocked on the edge of the open doorway of Sirius' classroom after lunch on Saturday.
"Hermione, come in!" he said happy that he could finally be with his daughter.
"Thank you . . ." she said walking in quietly.
"I'm sorry about that whole ordeal over Draco," he said seriously.
"It's all right," she said quietly. "That's not the only thing that happened though. . ." she hadn't realized she said this aloud until Sirius looked at her in confusion.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" he said in a paternal way.
Hermione sighed in defeat . . . well, she'd have to tell someone about the two things on her mind, "Well, on the night that I found out about that whole thing, I - I was - raped by someone, and I'll never be able to find out who it was because they cast a Specter Charm on themselves." She added as she saw the horrified look on his face, "But that isn't what's really been bothering me. My - foster father gave me a Christmas present, but I still haven't opened it yet, I still don't know whether I should open it or not."
Sirius moved to put an arm around her shoulder, "That I can help you with; if there's one thing I know about your father, it's that he would rather have his daughter back more than anything in the world, not necessarily to live in his house, but for you to forgive him. It probably kills him that he had done something so heinous, and he really wants to make it up to you even if that's impossible because he wants you to know that he really did love you."
"He told you by floo?" she said more as a statement than a question.
"You know he would," he said smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Why don't you summon the present and open it right here?"
"All right." She took out her wand and said, "Accio present." Moments later a perfectly wrapped little box with a dazzling winter scene and a silver ribbon tied around it.
Hermione took a deep breath and opened it. Inside was a sterling silver box with a fairy engraved on it, it opened to play Carol of the Bells (her favorite Christmas carol,) and on the inside was a marble picture of her as a baby with Sirius, her foster parents, and her real mother. Inside also laid a Christmas card from him. It read:
Mione,
I don't know just how to say I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you.
I wanted you to have this because it can remind you of better times,
when your mother was still alive, and your real father and mother
were still there and able to be with you, and when I hadn't been such
a horrible person to you. I know this will probably be the wrong time
to say this, but I hope that you have found the person with the key to
the Memoria because they will play an important part in your life.
Wishing you much success, and a happy life, and love far beyond
what I could give you,
Dad
Hermione gave the card to Sirius and looked at the inlaid picture in the box that her foster father had given her. She could now see the two mothers that she would never see again. She smiled slightly as a tear slid silently down her cheek.
Sirius gave a light sigh as he read the line about Draco, knowing fully well that he did play an important life, but that had been screwed up because people couldn't just leave destiny alone, they had to ruin it for everyone.
"Dad?" said Hermione suddenly, still quiet though.
This had caught Sirius off guard, "Yes?"
"Will I ever be able to see my real mother again?" she said looking at him with innocent looking eyes.
The room grew uncomfortably silent as he considered this question, "I don't know Hermione. . . I haven't seen your mother since I was sent off to Azkaban. I'd like to think so though."
Hermione had another question that she had been dying to ask ever since she had found out that he was her father, "How did everything change for you and my mum and everything in the wizarding world change with it?"
"I'm not exactly sure what your asking, but I think you mean, why is there no record of me before I was put in the Wizarding Witness Protection Program?" She nodded and he continued, "It involved some very advanced magic really. I really did go to Hogwarts when I was younger, but I went by Irvine back then. When I met your mother in my seventh year, we got married and later on, she had you around the month after Harry was born. Then they came and changed our names, and everything that had my original name on it was changed so that it was my new name. And that family tree that was at Grimauld Place actually didn't have my name on it, but the place that was zapped off had the name of a dead son who had disgraced the family, so I could easily say that that was my spot. Any pensive that had my name in it was modified and any person that had known my original name was given a memory charm so that they would remember me as Sirius Black. Everyone except Dumbledore because he is my secret keeper for the Program that came up with the idea of using our middle names in the program."
"I see. Well that really cleared things up," said Hermione taking in everything that he had just said. "Thank you for telling me about that."
"No problem," he said with a smile.
They spent the rest of that afternoon talking about Hermione's real mother.
~*::-::*~
Hermione walked outside as the sun was setting, to think about everything that she had learned that day. She felt really warm out there even though it was quite cold outside, but she didn't care.
She walked over by the lake and thought of how nice it would be to watch the water rippling with the wind, then a wind began to blow and the surface of the water was rippling gently. She found it odd that that would happen, but paid it no mind as she continued to think about what Sirius had told her. She didn't even notice as first Harry came out the door towards her and hid in the bushes near by, and then Draco came straight towards her.
She heard as footsteps came nearer and nearer, and looked up to see who caused the sudden noise in the still of the silence. It was Draco, Hermione began to walked away as Draco called to her, "Hermione!"
She stopped and turned around to face him. "What the hell do you want?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.
"I just wanted you to tell me that you hate me rather than me just knowing that you hate me."
She stared at him, and her face grew agitated. "I - I don't know what you mean."
"It sticks out like a sore thumb!" he snapped. Taking her arm in a strong grasp, he said, "You've hated me from the second you found out what happened, which by the way, couldn't be changed!"
She grew pale in the fading light, and the streak of honesty that ran deep in her surfaced. "Yes! And I always had before this year and I always will!" Then tears filled her eyes and she broke his grasp and ran sobbing along the grounds, nearly stumbling over a stump.
"Nicely done, old boy!" Draco nodded. He kicked viciously at a moss- covered log, and the pain gave him a savage sense of delight. He stared at the figure of the sobbing girl fading into the twilight and shook his head.
"Why shouldn't she hate me? She can't despise me any more than I despise myself!" he said quietly to himself, not realizing that Harry heard it and every word of the conversation to begin with.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the drama. Anyways, here are the thank yous for chapter 11 (12)
Eminem-Chick2 - I agree, being telepathic and telekinetic would be cool. Thank you!
Miss Tryst - thank you muchly!
LinNicole - I was apprehensive at first when I was writing that whole scene with Hermione and her father because I wasn't sure where my fingers were taking that whole thing. You flatter me! I'm going to hopefully do a lot more with the relationship between Sirius and Hermione, and as you can see I've begun that attempt in this chapter, I hope you liked it. Thank you!
And here are the thank yous for chapter 12 (13)
Lady-Sanctuary - thank you! I'm hopefully going to be able to update a bit more now because Cross Country is almost over. Hopefully this was good for getting rid of the suspense!
Theophania - You're right, they're doomed! I don't like them either, and something will hopefully happen to them. And it was supposed to happen, and I know it's really mean to do to Hermione . . . my mum sometimes wonders if I've gone bonkers because of the fact that I seem to always have bad things happen to Hermione . . . but what can I say, I'm a drama queen! I'll try to make it better for Hermione though!
InsanitySquirrel321 - I also feel sorry for Hermione in this. I will try to update more frequently. Thanks!
Awwwwwww - I agree! Thanks for reviewing!
Hotdevelettefire - Thank you lots!
Akawsha - I hope I explained this well enough, but I have a question: what does AU mean? I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you!!!
Well, that last chapter was quite hard to write, but it will play some minor importance to the plot, which will be revealed later on. I hope you enjoyed it though (not in the sense that you wish it would happen all over again, but in the sense that you can see this is a major twist in the plot.) I will write thank yous to everyone kind enough to review for the last two chapters at the end. This is going to be another long one. Anyways, I'll stop talking now and get on with the story.
Chapter 13
Hermione lay for some time on the floor of the dungeon in violent sobs. All of it had been a lie; Draco couldn't have loved her and not said something about that whole engagement ordeal. Maybe he was playing her for a fool because he obviously didn't care enough to tell her to her face; he had to send people to tell her and rape her and she would never be able to tell who they were. She was extremely angry, maybe even spiteful towards Draco.
And as if that wasn't enough, she had forgotten her wand in the Great Hall so that she couldn't fix her shredded clothes. She made sure that her school robe covered her entirely and stood up shakily only to be met with pain from losing her virginity. She just ignored the pain and made her way slowly towards the door.
Suddenly Draco burst into the room looking concerned. He spotted Hermione and started to smile, but let a shocked expression take its place as he saw the disoriented state in which she was. He moved for her quickly and made to support her, but she swatted his arm away the moment it came into contact with her arm.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked quietly looking into her eyes for an answer. He was shocked to meet up with two hazel eyes seething with fury, and sending that anger in his direction.
"As if you didn't know what the bloody hell is wrong. All this time you couldn't just say 'oh, Hermione, I don't mean this in a bad way, but I'm engaged.' Draco, what the hell did you think you were doing, toying with my mind like some cold-blooded prat?" she said, as waves of anger seemed to radiate from her.
"Hermione, what are you going on about?"
"Why don't you ask the three people that were just in here about an hour ago? They seem to be under the impression that you're engaged to some girl that I know is from one of the darkest wizarding families still alive today," Hermione was staring daggers at him as she said this.
Draco made to move towards her, but the moment he was at the proper distance, she slapped with all that she had left. Draco knew she was angry, so he didn't retaliate, but it hurt like hell.
"I can't explain the people because I don't even know what that's all about, but Hermione please hear me ou-"
Hermione was in hysterics at this point, "No Draco, you hear me out! You led me on. I trusted you and you betrayed me. You said you loved me and that you would always love me, and you never even mention the fact that you just happened to be engaged . . . to a Death Eater no less; and you're expecting me to just put it aside, say 'I love you' and pretend that nothing ever happened? No I don't think-"
"Hermione, plea-"
"No Draco, you can't get your way out of this one . . . you really hurt me and I don't think that I can forgive you; ever. You are the most smarmy, self-centered, egotistical bastard I've ever had the misfortune to know. I can't deal with this; it's over! We're through!" she said as she made her way to the door and slammed it behind her. She ran around the corner and broke down; silent sobs wracking through her entire body.
In the matter of about an hour, she had been stripped of her dignity, her happiness, her trust, and most importantly, her belief in the existence of love.
~*::-::*~
Hermione went into a deep state of depression after the whole incident. The only good thing was that she had been ridded of the flashbacks and wouldn't have to channel anymore. She couldn't bear the thought of having to channel through Dra - no Malfoy - during the day or at night for a moment longer. Harry had helped well enough after that night, but the one person who had really helped her was Justin Finch-Fletchley.
*He had been wandering the halls that night and found Hermione in a state of rage in the hallway near the dungeons. He knew that she had been missing for most of dinner, but hadn't known why.
"Hermione?" he asked timidly.
Hermione jumped at the sound of her name and looked up at him, "What, come to rub it in my face?"
"Hermione what are you talking about?" he asked crouching down next to her with a look of genuine caring etched on his face.
Hermione sat in thought for a moment in regards of whether or not to tell him, "Well, the whole school will probably find out about it anyway, so there's no harm in telling you I suppose. Draco is engaged to a Death Eater named Cecily North. I just broke it off with him."
"Oh, Hermione I'm sorry; I always knew that bloke was too good to be true," said Justin, offering his condolences.
"Thanks," she said looking away from him and drying her eyes on her sleeve.
"It's getting late, do you want me to walk you back to your room?" he asked standing and reaching his hand out to her.
"That'd be great, thanks," she said taking his hand. Together they walked to Hermione's room and then Justin went back to the Hufflepuff Common Room.
~*::-::*~
Hermione knocked on the edge of the open doorway of Sirius' classroom after lunch on Saturday.
"Hermione, come in!" he said happy that he could finally be with his daughter.
"Thank you . . ." she said walking in quietly.
"I'm sorry about that whole ordeal over Draco," he said seriously.
"It's all right," she said quietly. "That's not the only thing that happened though. . ." she hadn't realized she said this aloud until Sirius looked at her in confusion.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" he said in a paternal way.
Hermione sighed in defeat . . . well, she'd have to tell someone about the two things on her mind, "Well, on the night that I found out about that whole thing, I - I was - raped by someone, and I'll never be able to find out who it was because they cast a Specter Charm on themselves." She added as she saw the horrified look on his face, "But that isn't what's really been bothering me. My - foster father gave me a Christmas present, but I still haven't opened it yet, I still don't know whether I should open it or not."
Sirius moved to put an arm around her shoulder, "That I can help you with; if there's one thing I know about your father, it's that he would rather have his daughter back more than anything in the world, not necessarily to live in his house, but for you to forgive him. It probably kills him that he had done something so heinous, and he really wants to make it up to you even if that's impossible because he wants you to know that he really did love you."
"He told you by floo?" she said more as a statement than a question.
"You know he would," he said smiling like a Cheshire cat. "Why don't you summon the present and open it right here?"
"All right." She took out her wand and said, "Accio present." Moments later a perfectly wrapped little box with a dazzling winter scene and a silver ribbon tied around it.
Hermione took a deep breath and opened it. Inside was a sterling silver box with a fairy engraved on it, it opened to play Carol of the Bells (her favorite Christmas carol,) and on the inside was a marble picture of her as a baby with Sirius, her foster parents, and her real mother. Inside also laid a Christmas card from him. It read:
Mione,
I don't know just how to say I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you.
I wanted you to have this because it can remind you of better times,
when your mother was still alive, and your real father and mother
were still there and able to be with you, and when I hadn't been such
a horrible person to you. I know this will probably be the wrong time
to say this, but I hope that you have found the person with the key to
the Memoria because they will play an important part in your life.
Wishing you much success, and a happy life, and love far beyond
what I could give you,
Dad
Hermione gave the card to Sirius and looked at the inlaid picture in the box that her foster father had given her. She could now see the two mothers that she would never see again. She smiled slightly as a tear slid silently down her cheek.
Sirius gave a light sigh as he read the line about Draco, knowing fully well that he did play an important life, but that had been screwed up because people couldn't just leave destiny alone, they had to ruin it for everyone.
"Dad?" said Hermione suddenly, still quiet though.
This had caught Sirius off guard, "Yes?"
"Will I ever be able to see my real mother again?" she said looking at him with innocent looking eyes.
The room grew uncomfortably silent as he considered this question, "I don't know Hermione. . . I haven't seen your mother since I was sent off to Azkaban. I'd like to think so though."
Hermione had another question that she had been dying to ask ever since she had found out that he was her father, "How did everything change for you and my mum and everything in the wizarding world change with it?"
"I'm not exactly sure what your asking, but I think you mean, why is there no record of me before I was put in the Wizarding Witness Protection Program?" She nodded and he continued, "It involved some very advanced magic really. I really did go to Hogwarts when I was younger, but I went by Irvine back then. When I met your mother in my seventh year, we got married and later on, she had you around the month after Harry was born. Then they came and changed our names, and everything that had my original name on it was changed so that it was my new name. And that family tree that was at Grimauld Place actually didn't have my name on it, but the place that was zapped off had the name of a dead son who had disgraced the family, so I could easily say that that was my spot. Any pensive that had my name in it was modified and any person that had known my original name was given a memory charm so that they would remember me as Sirius Black. Everyone except Dumbledore because he is my secret keeper for the Program that came up with the idea of using our middle names in the program."
"I see. Well that really cleared things up," said Hermione taking in everything that he had just said. "Thank you for telling me about that."
"No problem," he said with a smile.
They spent the rest of that afternoon talking about Hermione's real mother.
~*::-::*~
Hermione walked outside as the sun was setting, to think about everything that she had learned that day. She felt really warm out there even though it was quite cold outside, but she didn't care.
She walked over by the lake and thought of how nice it would be to watch the water rippling with the wind, then a wind began to blow and the surface of the water was rippling gently. She found it odd that that would happen, but paid it no mind as she continued to think about what Sirius had told her. She didn't even notice as first Harry came out the door towards her and hid in the bushes near by, and then Draco came straight towards her.
She heard as footsteps came nearer and nearer, and looked up to see who caused the sudden noise in the still of the silence. It was Draco, Hermione began to walked away as Draco called to her, "Hermione!"
She stopped and turned around to face him. "What the hell do you want?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest.
"I just wanted you to tell me that you hate me rather than me just knowing that you hate me."
She stared at him, and her face grew agitated. "I - I don't know what you mean."
"It sticks out like a sore thumb!" he snapped. Taking her arm in a strong grasp, he said, "You've hated me from the second you found out what happened, which by the way, couldn't be changed!"
She grew pale in the fading light, and the streak of honesty that ran deep in her surfaced. "Yes! And I always had before this year and I always will!" Then tears filled her eyes and she broke his grasp and ran sobbing along the grounds, nearly stumbling over a stump.
"Nicely done, old boy!" Draco nodded. He kicked viciously at a moss- covered log, and the pain gave him a savage sense of delight. He stared at the figure of the sobbing girl fading into the twilight and shook his head.
"Why shouldn't she hate me? She can't despise me any more than I despise myself!" he said quietly to himself, not realizing that Harry heard it and every word of the conversation to begin with.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the drama. Anyways, here are the thank yous for chapter 11 (12)
Eminem-Chick2 - I agree, being telepathic and telekinetic would be cool. Thank you!
Miss Tryst - thank you muchly!
LinNicole - I was apprehensive at first when I was writing that whole scene with Hermione and her father because I wasn't sure where my fingers were taking that whole thing. You flatter me! I'm going to hopefully do a lot more with the relationship between Sirius and Hermione, and as you can see I've begun that attempt in this chapter, I hope you liked it. Thank you!
And here are the thank yous for chapter 12 (13)
Lady-Sanctuary - thank you! I'm hopefully going to be able to update a bit more now because Cross Country is almost over. Hopefully this was good for getting rid of the suspense!
Theophania - You're right, they're doomed! I don't like them either, and something will hopefully happen to them. And it was supposed to happen, and I know it's really mean to do to Hermione . . . my mum sometimes wonders if I've gone bonkers because of the fact that I seem to always have bad things happen to Hermione . . . but what can I say, I'm a drama queen! I'll try to make it better for Hermione though!
InsanitySquirrel321 - I also feel sorry for Hermione in this. I will try to update more frequently. Thanks!
Awwwwwww - I agree! Thanks for reviewing!
Hotdevelettefire - Thank you lots!
Akawsha - I hope I explained this well enough, but I have a question: what does AU mean? I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you!!!