AN – Ok, I have gotten some review asking some questions. I decided to edit
this chapter and answer all those questions...well just some.
Another thing, I have re-read my story and have noticed many...many spelling mistakes. Over the next week I will be fixing them, so if you see this updated its just me fixing things. Well, I hope you review soon.
Sean signing out!
Charliepotter – thanks for reviewing, you know I love you.
Chapter Ten (A)
Hermione's POV
Hermione toppled out of the fireplace at the burrow and looked around to see if anyone was home. Coughing slightly at the ashes that were now swirling around the room. Mrs. Weasley must have heard someone come out of the fireplace, and come to see who it was.
Hermione had seen some things this year that she really hadn't wanted or needed to see. The image of Ron's head and torso encased was first and foremost in her mind, but another scene invaded her thought process.
- - - Hermione sat in the living room of Remus Lupin's house patiently awaiting something that she hoped would never come. Yet at the same time, she craved the completion, she craved to share her sadness with someone who would really understand. Some one who would cry with her, someone to hold her while she needed it.
In the last two days she had not only ruined her friendship with Harry, but it seemed to ruin her life also. Hermione wasn't sure if she really wanted her life to go on.
"This must just be a sign for me to end it all." Hermione thought to herself.
Harry currently was in the far bedroom trying to avoid her at all costs. It seemed his goal in life to stay as far away from her as humanly possible. And who could blame him? What she had said to him was irreparable, she could never take those words back, she could never say anything to deserve forgiveness for it. Hermione herself wasn't sure if she could forgive herself.
Hermione stared at the fireplace as she thought all this and slowly twirled her hair in her fingertips.
A small 'pop' announced the arrival of Mr. Granger. Hermione was glad to see him, and at the same time scared to death of what she had to tell him. She quickly ran over to him and gave him a huge hug. She could feel the tears tickling the back of her eyelids, but she needed to hold them back for now.
"Hunny, why did we have to meet here? Why not at the house? And where is your mother?" Mr. Granger quickly inquired.
He had hit the nail on the head. He had asked the exact questions she didn't want to answer. She wasn't sure how she was going to do this, she was always a daddy's girl and wasn't sure how she was going to break this terrible news to him. How was he going to handle it? What was he going to do, when she herself couldn't handle it? Being the cleverest witch in Hogwarts couldn't save her the sorrow and pain that she was going to have feel in a moment.
"Daddy, Mommy's gone." Hermione said very quietly.
Mr. Granger gave her a confused look.
"What do you mean 'gone hunny? Is she going on a trip?"
"No Daddy, she's gone forever. She was murdered by Death Eaters." Hermione said emotion vehement on her face.
"Is that the bad people you told me about last summer?" Mr. Granger asked starting to understand the whole picture.
"Yes, they killed her and destroyed the house. I don't know where we are going to live." Hermione said
That happened to be a horror of hers, not having somewhere to live. She really didn't mean to bring that to his attention right now, but it had somehow slipped out.
Mr. Granger opened his mouth to say something hopfully comforting to Hermione when someone else spoke up from the dark hallway.
"Mr. Granger, I have had the same thought, and since it is partially my fault that Mrs. Granger is dead." Harry swallowed hard. "I want you to have Grimauld Place. It was where my Godfather lived for awhile, and it will be more than enough for you and Hermione." Harry said, he just seemed to stand there.
"Harry, that is very gracious of you, and while I'm sure that it is no fault of yours, I am very grateful for the offer. But where we are going to live will be a matter we can discuss later." Mr. Granger said, keeping his voice straight.
Harry nodded and as if knowing what to do, promptly left the room.
What Harry said, totally took Hermione by surprise. She hadn't expected to ever hear from Harry again. It was amazing that he was still willing to offer up something to someone who had hurt him so deeply. Hermione once again crashed into her fathers arms. She couldn't stand it anymore. She let her tears flow, once the initial tears came, so did a flood of them. They seemed to never end. Mr. Grangers thick arms circled her body and slowly rocked her back and forth. He lay his head down on top of hers and let his own tears fall, this was going to be a difficult time for them, but they could get through it together. When she was encircled by his arms, everything felt like it could work; even her friendship with Harry seemed salvageable.
She would just have to figure out a way to get Harry back, even if it took the rest of her, then it would be worth it. She would get Harry back, no matter what the cost. Harry would become her goal in life, as sad as that sounded; it was what her heart told her.
Little did she know that it wouldn't be long before she would have what she desired most of all.
- - -
Hermione shook herself out of her memories and looked around the room.
"Hello? Who is there?" Mrs. Weasleys voice came from the next room over.
Hermione had a sudden urge to laugh, at the memory of Harry and Hermione trying to wake up Ron. At the same time it wanted to make her cry, at the memory of her red-headed friend.
"Mrs. Weasley! Come quick, something has happened to Ron." Hermione scratched out.
"Hermione dear is that you? What has happened to Ron?" Mrs. Weasleys voice came, now just a bit more strained.
Hermione pushed through the kitchen door and came face to face with Mrs. Weasley.
"Something happened to Ron, Mrs. Weasley. We were in potions and...and...." Hermione finally broke down and started to cry.
She had been strong while she was needed, now it was just to much to take. Her best friend for the best part of seven years, was now in critical danger. How was she going to go on if Ron didn't make it?
No
She would not think like that, he was going to be fine, just fine! Mrs. Weasley looked like she was at a loss. She still didn't know what had happened to her son.
"Mrs. Weasley, we were in Potions and some acidious potion spilled on Ron's head and hand. Professor Snap put a Frezum charm on him, but Harry and Madam Pomfrey went to St. Mungos." Hermione said, trying her best not to burst into tears just at the thought of Ron's head frozen in a block of ice.
"Oh my...well, then we need to find the rest of the family then don't we?" Mrs. Weasley said, trying to keep a calm façade. She was doing a good job, but Hermione knew her well enough that she could see through it.
"Yes, after we have done that we can proceed to St. Mungos to see what the medi-witches and wizards can do for him." Hermione said, trying to ignore that Mrs. Weasley was slowly losing her outward appearance.
Hermione looked around the kitchen and saw many things that reminded her of Ron. The spoon that Mrs. Weasley had chased Ron around the room with, during the summer. Plenty of other things she saw brought memories flashing back. Then Hermione realized where her thought process was going. She was making it sound like Ron was already dead, instead of rushing on a stretcher to St. Mungos.
Ron would be back. He would make it, then when he was all better he could make more memories in this very kitchen. She had to stay strong, because if she didn't then Mrs. Weasley surly wouldn't. Ron was going to win this argument, this battle he would pull through.
"I'm going to make a quick floo and inform Arthur, Fred and George what has happened." Mrs. Weasley said as she walked out the door.
Hermione decided that it would be best for her to follow so she could supply any details. She looked at her watch and realized that she had already spent ten minutes in the Weasley kitchen.
"Arthur, you have to come home. We need to go to St. Mungos, Ron has been injured."
"What happened...I'll be on my way."
"Wait, can you grab Fred and George on the way home?"
"Of course Molly dear."
Mr. Weasleys head disappeared from the fireplace with a 'pop'. Mrs. Weasley turned and stared at Hermione, as if asking for more details.
Hermione didn't know what to do under this kind of scrutiny so she turned away. Thankfully she was saved having to elaborate what Ron's head looked like in a block of ice.
With three loud 'pops', Mr. Weasley, Fred and George materialized into the Weasley living room.
"What the hell happened?" came three urgent voices at the same instant.
Hermione vaguely thought that the twins were wearing off on their father they were now all speaking at the same time.
Hermione wasn't thrilled, but once again she recounted the story of the potions accident. She had to reiterate many times that Draco had nothing to do with it. It was taking quite a bit of work to get the Weasleys to believe that he wasn't like he was before.
"Well, well what are we waiting for?" and without further ado Arthur and the Twins dissaperated.
Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley once and nodded, and with another pop she was gone too. Hermione turned her back and grabbed some floo powder. With a quick word and a flash of burning green flames, she was gone too.
Another thing, I have re-read my story and have noticed many...many spelling mistakes. Over the next week I will be fixing them, so if you see this updated its just me fixing things. Well, I hope you review soon.
Sean signing out!
Charliepotter – thanks for reviewing, you know I love you.
Chapter Ten (A)
Hermione's POV
Hermione toppled out of the fireplace at the burrow and looked around to see if anyone was home. Coughing slightly at the ashes that were now swirling around the room. Mrs. Weasley must have heard someone come out of the fireplace, and come to see who it was.
Hermione had seen some things this year that she really hadn't wanted or needed to see. The image of Ron's head and torso encased was first and foremost in her mind, but another scene invaded her thought process.
- - - Hermione sat in the living room of Remus Lupin's house patiently awaiting something that she hoped would never come. Yet at the same time, she craved the completion, she craved to share her sadness with someone who would really understand. Some one who would cry with her, someone to hold her while she needed it.
In the last two days she had not only ruined her friendship with Harry, but it seemed to ruin her life also. Hermione wasn't sure if she really wanted her life to go on.
"This must just be a sign for me to end it all." Hermione thought to herself.
Harry currently was in the far bedroom trying to avoid her at all costs. It seemed his goal in life to stay as far away from her as humanly possible. And who could blame him? What she had said to him was irreparable, she could never take those words back, she could never say anything to deserve forgiveness for it. Hermione herself wasn't sure if she could forgive herself.
Hermione stared at the fireplace as she thought all this and slowly twirled her hair in her fingertips.
A small 'pop' announced the arrival of Mr. Granger. Hermione was glad to see him, and at the same time scared to death of what she had to tell him. She quickly ran over to him and gave him a huge hug. She could feel the tears tickling the back of her eyelids, but she needed to hold them back for now.
"Hunny, why did we have to meet here? Why not at the house? And where is your mother?" Mr. Granger quickly inquired.
He had hit the nail on the head. He had asked the exact questions she didn't want to answer. She wasn't sure how she was going to do this, she was always a daddy's girl and wasn't sure how she was going to break this terrible news to him. How was he going to handle it? What was he going to do, when she herself couldn't handle it? Being the cleverest witch in Hogwarts couldn't save her the sorrow and pain that she was going to have feel in a moment.
"Daddy, Mommy's gone." Hermione said very quietly.
Mr. Granger gave her a confused look.
"What do you mean 'gone hunny? Is she going on a trip?"
"No Daddy, she's gone forever. She was murdered by Death Eaters." Hermione said emotion vehement on her face.
"Is that the bad people you told me about last summer?" Mr. Granger asked starting to understand the whole picture.
"Yes, they killed her and destroyed the house. I don't know where we are going to live." Hermione said
That happened to be a horror of hers, not having somewhere to live. She really didn't mean to bring that to his attention right now, but it had somehow slipped out.
Mr. Granger opened his mouth to say something hopfully comforting to Hermione when someone else spoke up from the dark hallway.
"Mr. Granger, I have had the same thought, and since it is partially my fault that Mrs. Granger is dead." Harry swallowed hard. "I want you to have Grimauld Place. It was where my Godfather lived for awhile, and it will be more than enough for you and Hermione." Harry said, he just seemed to stand there.
"Harry, that is very gracious of you, and while I'm sure that it is no fault of yours, I am very grateful for the offer. But where we are going to live will be a matter we can discuss later." Mr. Granger said, keeping his voice straight.
Harry nodded and as if knowing what to do, promptly left the room.
What Harry said, totally took Hermione by surprise. She hadn't expected to ever hear from Harry again. It was amazing that he was still willing to offer up something to someone who had hurt him so deeply. Hermione once again crashed into her fathers arms. She couldn't stand it anymore. She let her tears flow, once the initial tears came, so did a flood of them. They seemed to never end. Mr. Grangers thick arms circled her body and slowly rocked her back and forth. He lay his head down on top of hers and let his own tears fall, this was going to be a difficult time for them, but they could get through it together. When she was encircled by his arms, everything felt like it could work; even her friendship with Harry seemed salvageable.
She would just have to figure out a way to get Harry back, even if it took the rest of her, then it would be worth it. She would get Harry back, no matter what the cost. Harry would become her goal in life, as sad as that sounded; it was what her heart told her.
Little did she know that it wouldn't be long before she would have what she desired most of all.
- - -
Hermione shook herself out of her memories and looked around the room.
"Hello? Who is there?" Mrs. Weasleys voice came from the next room over.
Hermione had a sudden urge to laugh, at the memory of Harry and Hermione trying to wake up Ron. At the same time it wanted to make her cry, at the memory of her red-headed friend.
"Mrs. Weasley! Come quick, something has happened to Ron." Hermione scratched out.
"Hermione dear is that you? What has happened to Ron?" Mrs. Weasleys voice came, now just a bit more strained.
Hermione pushed through the kitchen door and came face to face with Mrs. Weasley.
"Something happened to Ron, Mrs. Weasley. We were in potions and...and...." Hermione finally broke down and started to cry.
She had been strong while she was needed, now it was just to much to take. Her best friend for the best part of seven years, was now in critical danger. How was she going to go on if Ron didn't make it?
No
She would not think like that, he was going to be fine, just fine! Mrs. Weasley looked like she was at a loss. She still didn't know what had happened to her son.
"Mrs. Weasley, we were in Potions and some acidious potion spilled on Ron's head and hand. Professor Snap put a Frezum charm on him, but Harry and Madam Pomfrey went to St. Mungos." Hermione said, trying her best not to burst into tears just at the thought of Ron's head frozen in a block of ice.
"Oh my...well, then we need to find the rest of the family then don't we?" Mrs. Weasley said, trying to keep a calm façade. She was doing a good job, but Hermione knew her well enough that she could see through it.
"Yes, after we have done that we can proceed to St. Mungos to see what the medi-witches and wizards can do for him." Hermione said, trying to ignore that Mrs. Weasley was slowly losing her outward appearance.
Hermione looked around the kitchen and saw many things that reminded her of Ron. The spoon that Mrs. Weasley had chased Ron around the room with, during the summer. Plenty of other things she saw brought memories flashing back. Then Hermione realized where her thought process was going. She was making it sound like Ron was already dead, instead of rushing on a stretcher to St. Mungos.
Ron would be back. He would make it, then when he was all better he could make more memories in this very kitchen. She had to stay strong, because if she didn't then Mrs. Weasley surly wouldn't. Ron was going to win this argument, this battle he would pull through.
"I'm going to make a quick floo and inform Arthur, Fred and George what has happened." Mrs. Weasley said as she walked out the door.
Hermione decided that it would be best for her to follow so she could supply any details. She looked at her watch and realized that she had already spent ten minutes in the Weasley kitchen.
"Arthur, you have to come home. We need to go to St. Mungos, Ron has been injured."
"What happened...I'll be on my way."
"Wait, can you grab Fred and George on the way home?"
"Of course Molly dear."
Mr. Weasleys head disappeared from the fireplace with a 'pop'. Mrs. Weasley turned and stared at Hermione, as if asking for more details.
Hermione didn't know what to do under this kind of scrutiny so she turned away. Thankfully she was saved having to elaborate what Ron's head looked like in a block of ice.
With three loud 'pops', Mr. Weasley, Fred and George materialized into the Weasley living room.
"What the hell happened?" came three urgent voices at the same instant.
Hermione vaguely thought that the twins were wearing off on their father they were now all speaking at the same time.
Hermione wasn't thrilled, but once again she recounted the story of the potions accident. She had to reiterate many times that Draco had nothing to do with it. It was taking quite a bit of work to get the Weasleys to believe that he wasn't like he was before.
"Well, well what are we waiting for?" and without further ado Arthur and the Twins dissaperated.
Hermione looked at Mrs. Weasley once and nodded, and with another pop she was gone too. Hermione turned her back and grabbed some floo powder. With a quick word and a flash of burning green flames, she was gone too.