A/N: Yes it has come for the end... I am sad to say this is the end and I loved writing my first SS/HG story and while it was hard at times I kept going and wouldn't allow myself to stop. It might be a while before I write another one but I will if and only if I get fifty reviews at least... That's not too much to ask is it? Not at all..
Warning: Death, New ship, More death, Draco and Hermione being *gasp* friends, another new ship, flash forward
Disclaimer: Never owned it, never will..
Dedicated to: It was a tough choice to who to dedicate it to, but my final decision is to dedicate it to my beloved 6' 1" tom felton. I love you.. Lmao
Here it goes folks.
Epilogue: I won't say goodbye any more
Hermione let several tears slip down her red cheeks from her puffy eyes. Words around her just flew by while she heard some like "Former Head Girl" "Sister to brothers" and "Great Future" sting her heart.
She turned to see an entire clan of red haired folks crying their eyes out while Ron just stood still as stone. She was about to walk over to hug him when a firm hand was placed on her arm preventing her from going anywhere.
"Virginia Annabelle Weasley will not be forgotten." With that, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Arthur Weasley, and Dumbledore closed the casket gently and took it outside where the hole was already there with the headstone laying there.
She looked down heartlessly as she heard loud sobs coming from Mrs. Weasley who was nowhere near being over her only daughter's demise. She turned to see none other than Draco Malfoy standing right where she was. He had a pained look on his normally stone face. Draco grasped his wife's casket on an empty end and nodded to Hermione.
She wouldn't let herself cry. Either that was it, or she had no more tears to shed. So many funerals in such a short time, and now she finds out her best woman friend died in the war? She swallowed deeply and grasped harder onto the casket as she continued walking.
A year later, Hermione was relatively happy with her best friends and a wonderful job. She had everything. Love. Happiness. No wars to fight, yet here she was again with a bottle of Firewhiskey in her study. Her husband walked up to her, knowing what was happening.
"How are you?" Blaise tilted his head slightly to the side in sympathy. She shook the question off. So many people showed her sympathy. She didn't need sympathy. She needed to stupid time turner to take her back to Voldemort's time so she could kill him herself. She needed Dumbledore to just have killed Tom when he had the shot to.
"I will be fine." She stated, opting for a calm approach rather than just to start screaming at Blaise. It wasn't his fault at all. "You know I would have killed myself if someone hadn't needed me." Hermione stated. Perhaps there was a reason for the contraceptive charm not working.
"Don't even start that Hermione. You're better than to be so selfish as to try and kill yourself when so many people love you." Blaise raised his voice a bit but backed off slightly, "I know you're upset. We're all upset. We just need to get through this together."
"You're right. Of course you are. I'm just pitying myself. I'll be fine. That's a promise." She smiled at Blaise and apperated to the Snape Manor. There was one last thing she had to take care of.
"Severus. I do love you. I still did. I'm in love with you. I'm here to tell you I'm mad at you for leaving. You had no right to leave you're son here with me. You shouldn't have fought for us all. You shouldn't have gotten the class one Order of Merlin for this. You shouldn't have left." She shouted at him.
A gust of wind seemed to be the only answer she was getting so she continued, "How could you have done so many great things in your lifetime yet be so unknown? How could you have taken my heart for eternity, and taken my wedding vows and still be the man everyone else hated? How could you have done this to me?" Hermione fell to the ground in tears, looking at the tombstone.
"I love you Merlin dammit. Come back please. I love Blaise and Damien even calls him father. Father was his first word you know. It should have been directed towards you. You were my soul mate and you left. You left me. How could you? How dare you? Why would you? Why did you feel like you had to redeem yourself?" Hermione sobbed loudly to the ground with all the black roses on it. Black roses were his favorite.
"Git. I love you so much. Once I'm up there with you, you're not going to hear the end of it. I love you, Severus. I love you." She stood up from the ground and almost saw his shadow leaning so poised against a willow. She shook her head and left.
"Come on mum, did you have to embarrass me like that?" Damien huffed at his mother, "Couldn't you have stopped teaching potions for just seven years? Tell me the truth mum, Uncle Ron says it's the most painful thing ever, is he bluffing?"
"Nope. They cut open your skull and exam your brain for hours before putting it back in." Hermione mused with her spunky eleven year old son. She was going to owl Blaise the second he was sorted into Gryffindor.
"Can't I go to Durmstrang?" He whined as his mother turned her attention to all the first years.
"Please follow me, first years to be sorted into your houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Gryffindor." She said 'Gryffindor' a little more enthusiastically. She led them all into the hall where Minerva McGonagall was sitting as Headmaster for her first year ever. Dumbledore had to tend to some things and would be back second term, "Sit on the stool and be sorted."
Tenth year anniversary,
Since the war ended,
We have a new batch,
To teach until they match,
To learn the about the emotionally wounded.
You can be sorted into Ravenclaw,
Here they will be the best in all learning,
To outsmart the rest,
With fair games and class,
Is the mission we have here.
Hufflepuff dear Hufflepuff,
Helga said she'd teach them all,
To stick together,
To be loyal and brave,
Of course,
That's what they're all about.
Gryffindor are the brave at heart,
They chose the side they were on,
They fought to the end,
And never doubted the ultimate end,
They chose to be victorious.
Slytherins are very cunning,
They surprised us in the end,
The real true Slytherins,
Were the best warriors on our side.
I chose not the rhyme this year,
I wanted to be taken seriously with my speech,
I pass my condolences,
To all that were lost,
But what do I know?
I'm just the sorting hat.
Hermione was the first to clap to the sorting hat. This was a very unusual speech the sorting hat gave, and it was very unlike itself. She hoped the first years weren't scared of the school, but at the same time she couldn't help but be brought back to ten years prior.
The sorting started and Hermione applauded all students politely while she cheered on new Gryffindors. She paid attention to a silver haired girl with stunning blue eyes.
"There is my little angel." Draco whispered to her uncharacteristically while he waved to her. She was Ginny and Draco's child. She smirked at Draco and waved to her godmother. She was named godmother of Ginny's child by Ginny while she opted to name Draco godfather so her son wouldn't call his grandfather his godfather also. She thought back to Ginny and now noticed the great smile that took place of the smirk. This was truly Ginny's child.
"Slytherin!" Draco jumped up and applauded loudly while the little girl smirked at her father. Hermione laughed outloud while Draco jumped back down in his seat.
"Truly a Malfoy." Hermione whispered as Draco nodded and smirked.
Finally they were approaching the last name which just happened to be her son's, "Zabini, Damien." Hermione used a spell which she had heard from Draco so she could listen in on his thoughts.
"Snape."
"Who is Snape?" Damien's thoughts interrupted the hat.
"What do you mean who is Snape?" The hat asked. The whole world was doing something weird today.
"Did I stutter?" Hermione smiled to Draco. Her son's attitude resembled his father's.
"I see. So you could be in any of the four houses. Do you have a preference?" The hat asked not wanting to burrow into Damien's mind.
"Not Hufflepuff." Hermione smiled recalling that she had the same thoughts.
"Ravenclaw would be suitable. So would Gryffindor. You certainly are Hermione Granger's child. It better be Slytherin!" The hat said the last word aloud as Damien went to join Eliza Malfoy.
"A Slytherin." Draco snickered while Hermione slapped him on the head playfully. This was going to be a great year... Slytherin.
A/N: Alright so the sequel might be.. Don't kill me... Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger... Anyway I'm not sure and you can vote on it but I'm not posting until I get 50reviews at least... And I have the first chapter written!!
BLINDSIDE LYRICS
"Pitiful"
as I recall when my stomach turned
and I was hiding away from myself
away from you
like nothing but something was terribly wrong
and I admit that I was only waiting for the right time (right time)
right moment for you to look away
though you never did I pretended for a while
so I could walk where I don't belong
I remember every word you said
come back in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
now so pitiful so pitiful
but I know as they hammered those nails
into your beautiful hands
your eyes they tried to search for mine
but I look away
now your eyes are the only thing that can save me
I'm still afraid of them piercin'
you break into my prison
just pretended for a while
my soul is sad and I walk away
I remember every word you said
come back in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
now so pitiful so pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
so pitiful
and I remember every word you said
but this time I won't look away
and I remember every word you said
and this time I won't look away
and I remember every word you said
come back in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
now so pitiful so pitiful
and I remember every word you said (pitiful)
come back in time come back (pitiful)
and I remember I would soon be dead (pitiful)
now so pitiful so pitiful
Warning: Death, New ship, More death, Draco and Hermione being *gasp* friends, another new ship, flash forward
Disclaimer: Never owned it, never will..
Dedicated to: It was a tough choice to who to dedicate it to, but my final decision is to dedicate it to my beloved 6' 1" tom felton. I love you.. Lmao
Here it goes folks.
Epilogue: I won't say goodbye any more
Hermione let several tears slip down her red cheeks from her puffy eyes. Words around her just flew by while she heard some like "Former Head Girl" "Sister to brothers" and "Great Future" sting her heart.
She turned to see an entire clan of red haired folks crying their eyes out while Ron just stood still as stone. She was about to walk over to hug him when a firm hand was placed on her arm preventing her from going anywhere.
"Virginia Annabelle Weasley will not be forgotten." With that, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Arthur Weasley, and Dumbledore closed the casket gently and took it outside where the hole was already there with the headstone laying there.
She looked down heartlessly as she heard loud sobs coming from Mrs. Weasley who was nowhere near being over her only daughter's demise. She turned to see none other than Draco Malfoy standing right where she was. He had a pained look on his normally stone face. Draco grasped his wife's casket on an empty end and nodded to Hermione.
She wouldn't let herself cry. Either that was it, or she had no more tears to shed. So many funerals in such a short time, and now she finds out her best woman friend died in the war? She swallowed deeply and grasped harder onto the casket as she continued walking.
A year later, Hermione was relatively happy with her best friends and a wonderful job. She had everything. Love. Happiness. No wars to fight, yet here she was again with a bottle of Firewhiskey in her study. Her husband walked up to her, knowing what was happening.
"How are you?" Blaise tilted his head slightly to the side in sympathy. She shook the question off. So many people showed her sympathy. She didn't need sympathy. She needed to stupid time turner to take her back to Voldemort's time so she could kill him herself. She needed Dumbledore to just have killed Tom when he had the shot to.
"I will be fine." She stated, opting for a calm approach rather than just to start screaming at Blaise. It wasn't his fault at all. "You know I would have killed myself if someone hadn't needed me." Hermione stated. Perhaps there was a reason for the contraceptive charm not working.
"Don't even start that Hermione. You're better than to be so selfish as to try and kill yourself when so many people love you." Blaise raised his voice a bit but backed off slightly, "I know you're upset. We're all upset. We just need to get through this together."
"You're right. Of course you are. I'm just pitying myself. I'll be fine. That's a promise." She smiled at Blaise and apperated to the Snape Manor. There was one last thing she had to take care of.
"Severus. I do love you. I still did. I'm in love with you. I'm here to tell you I'm mad at you for leaving. You had no right to leave you're son here with me. You shouldn't have fought for us all. You shouldn't have gotten the class one Order of Merlin for this. You shouldn't have left." She shouted at him.
A gust of wind seemed to be the only answer she was getting so she continued, "How could you have done so many great things in your lifetime yet be so unknown? How could you have taken my heart for eternity, and taken my wedding vows and still be the man everyone else hated? How could you have done this to me?" Hermione fell to the ground in tears, looking at the tombstone.
"I love you Merlin dammit. Come back please. I love Blaise and Damien even calls him father. Father was his first word you know. It should have been directed towards you. You were my soul mate and you left. You left me. How could you? How dare you? Why would you? Why did you feel like you had to redeem yourself?" Hermione sobbed loudly to the ground with all the black roses on it. Black roses were his favorite.
"Git. I love you so much. Once I'm up there with you, you're not going to hear the end of it. I love you, Severus. I love you." She stood up from the ground and almost saw his shadow leaning so poised against a willow. She shook her head and left.
"Come on mum, did you have to embarrass me like that?" Damien huffed at his mother, "Couldn't you have stopped teaching potions for just seven years? Tell me the truth mum, Uncle Ron says it's the most painful thing ever, is he bluffing?"
"Nope. They cut open your skull and exam your brain for hours before putting it back in." Hermione mused with her spunky eleven year old son. She was going to owl Blaise the second he was sorted into Gryffindor.
"Can't I go to Durmstrang?" He whined as his mother turned her attention to all the first years.
"Please follow me, first years to be sorted into your houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, or Gryffindor." She said 'Gryffindor' a little more enthusiastically. She led them all into the hall where Minerva McGonagall was sitting as Headmaster for her first year ever. Dumbledore had to tend to some things and would be back second term, "Sit on the stool and be sorted."
Tenth year anniversary,
Since the war ended,
We have a new batch,
To teach until they match,
To learn the about the emotionally wounded.
You can be sorted into Ravenclaw,
Here they will be the best in all learning,
To outsmart the rest,
With fair games and class,
Is the mission we have here.
Hufflepuff dear Hufflepuff,
Helga said she'd teach them all,
To stick together,
To be loyal and brave,
Of course,
That's what they're all about.
Gryffindor are the brave at heart,
They chose the side they were on,
They fought to the end,
And never doubted the ultimate end,
They chose to be victorious.
Slytherins are very cunning,
They surprised us in the end,
The real true Slytherins,
Were the best warriors on our side.
I chose not the rhyme this year,
I wanted to be taken seriously with my speech,
I pass my condolences,
To all that were lost,
But what do I know?
I'm just the sorting hat.
Hermione was the first to clap to the sorting hat. This was a very unusual speech the sorting hat gave, and it was very unlike itself. She hoped the first years weren't scared of the school, but at the same time she couldn't help but be brought back to ten years prior.
The sorting started and Hermione applauded all students politely while she cheered on new Gryffindors. She paid attention to a silver haired girl with stunning blue eyes.
"There is my little angel." Draco whispered to her uncharacteristically while he waved to her. She was Ginny and Draco's child. She smirked at Draco and waved to her godmother. She was named godmother of Ginny's child by Ginny while she opted to name Draco godfather so her son wouldn't call his grandfather his godfather also. She thought back to Ginny and now noticed the great smile that took place of the smirk. This was truly Ginny's child.
"Slytherin!" Draco jumped up and applauded loudly while the little girl smirked at her father. Hermione laughed outloud while Draco jumped back down in his seat.
"Truly a Malfoy." Hermione whispered as Draco nodded and smirked.
Finally they were approaching the last name which just happened to be her son's, "Zabini, Damien." Hermione used a spell which she had heard from Draco so she could listen in on his thoughts.
"Snape."
"Who is Snape?" Damien's thoughts interrupted the hat.
"What do you mean who is Snape?" The hat asked. The whole world was doing something weird today.
"Did I stutter?" Hermione smiled to Draco. Her son's attitude resembled his father's.
"I see. So you could be in any of the four houses. Do you have a preference?" The hat asked not wanting to burrow into Damien's mind.
"Not Hufflepuff." Hermione smiled recalling that she had the same thoughts.
"Ravenclaw would be suitable. So would Gryffindor. You certainly are Hermione Granger's child. It better be Slytherin!" The hat said the last word aloud as Damien went to join Eliza Malfoy.
"A Slytherin." Draco snickered while Hermione slapped him on the head playfully. This was going to be a great year... Slytherin.
A/N: Alright so the sequel might be.. Don't kill me... Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger... Anyway I'm not sure and you can vote on it but I'm not posting until I get 50reviews at least... And I have the first chapter written!!
BLINDSIDE LYRICS
"Pitiful"
as I recall when my stomach turned
and I was hiding away from myself
away from you
like nothing but something was terribly wrong
and I admit that I was only waiting for the right time (right time)
right moment for you to look away
though you never did I pretended for a while
so I could walk where I don't belong
I remember every word you said
come back in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
now so pitiful so pitiful
but I know as they hammered those nails
into your beautiful hands
your eyes they tried to search for mine
but I look away
now your eyes are the only thing that can save me
I'm still afraid of them piercin'
you break into my prison
just pretended for a while
my soul is sad and I walk away
I remember every word you said
come back in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
now so pitiful so pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
pitiful
so pitiful
and I remember every word you said
but this time I won't look away
and I remember every word you said
and this time I won't look away
and I remember every word you said
come back in time come back
and I remember I would soon be dead
now so pitiful so pitiful
and I remember every word you said (pitiful)
come back in time come back (pitiful)
and I remember I would soon be dead (pitiful)
now so pitiful so pitiful