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Hello! Thank you all for reviewing. I got four reviews in one day! I'm so happy! Here is another chapter for ya'll. The romance is introduced at this chapter. I would like to apologize ahead of time for the pathetic- ness of this chapter. I got yelled at by my editor for it. I quote, "GOD DAMMIT OPHELIA, NO ROMANCE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" But I yelled back at him and told him not to yell at a lady. Sorry, let's just move onto the chapter. Reviews at the bottom, as usual. P.s. Don't expect a chapter for another week My beta's going on vaca.
"Oh, Crooks." The woman walked over to a window showing the dismal surroundings of her only home and sat down on a chair in front of it. "Why do we have to be exposed to violence? Why can't we all just stop growing when we are around seven years old?" Hermione stroked her cat while her thoughts drifted to the young girl in the painting outside her rooms. She thought of how young and innocent the girl looked; she had probably never been experienced to violence ever. If evil was around her, she was protected by adults. Almost all young girls like the one in the painting would be shielded from the real world as long as possible. They would never see war, death, destruction, and the other bad cards that life deals to the poor and hopeless.
"I wish I were still innocent Crooks; I wish that I had never had to see Ron and Harry die so awfully." Hermione leaned to whisper in her cat's ear. "Sometimes I wish that I had never been born at all."
"I don't think that you really mean that." Hermione jumped suddenly at the sound of a deep voice behind her. Poor Crookshanks, who was just about to go to sleep, was awakened again when he fell off his mistress' lap. Hermione turned to see Remus. "I do wish that you wouldn't do that." Hermione sent him a frustrated glare. "You wish a lot of things Hermione that don't and won't always happen." Remus reached for Hermione's hand and pulled her up to lead her to a couch.
When they were seated, Hermione lit a fire and stared into it's dancing, flickering flames. "Remus, what's the point of trying? We all lose in the end anyways." Remus touched her chin gently and raised it toward him. "Yes, but sometimes when you lose, you win." Hermione smiled for a split second before she stared into the flames again. "And how did I win this time, Remus?" "You've won in many ways, Hermione. You have won one thing which you have sought for for all these years. Knowledge."
Hermione stood and looked at him. "Yes, I looked for knowledge, the knowledge of good. I always thought good wins, evil vanishes. It doesn't work like that." She turned towards the fire. "Good wins, but evil lasts forever in the minds of the good. It never leaves. It stays there and slowly drives you mad with grief and pain until you just want to end the suffering." Remus' eyes held a heartrending look in his eyes as he remembered all the events in his life that proved Hermione's words; therefore, he did not see Hermione slide a knife off the fireplace mantle. He did hear her words though: "Just end it."
Remus decided to make the wise decision of saying nothing; instead, he just pulled Hermione, who had let go of the knife, onto the couch beside him. She curled up against his muscular shoulder and rested her head against him. Softly he stroked her head and tangled his fingers in her hair thoughtlessly. Both said nothing, for they were lost in their thoughts of the future, the past, and the present; all of which were clouded in the densest of fogs. All of the fog was dark, but the future had the darkest fog. Hermione was beginning to wonder what dismal event would happen next. Her life was already bad, she doubted it would get any better. 'Will I ever truly find happiness?' Hermione thought absent-mindedly.
Remus voiced his answer to her distressing question aloud. "True happiness is unachievable." It was Remus' turn to walk to the fireplace mantle and lean his hand on it. "All our lives, Hermione...there will always be something wrong. All my life, I have been dealt the 'two's of the deck. I've become a werewolf, lost all of my close friends, and lived through the Great War. All my life..." Hermione stood and walked over next to him. "Remus, you're disregarding your own words. Sometimes when you lose, you win. You won much in this case. You won the friendship of three incredible men who risked imprisonment to be with you when you transformed. You won knowledge, too. And at least you survived the Great War." "But Hermione, I've lost so much more than I've gained. I've lost all I've ever had. " Remus turned away from her and his head dropped slightly. "You still have me, Remus." "But not for long. My life is like a great Shakespearian tragedy. Everyone has basically been killed off- except for you and me. And I fear that we will go next."
Hermione turned him around to face her. Remus' eyes were haunted with sorrow and the agony that looked like it could only come from being physically tortured. Hermione smiled sadly and thought, 'Eyes are the windows to our souls.' She pushed a bang of hair back from his forehead and traced the soft edge of his face. She kissed him softly on the cheek and pulled him closer to hug him and stroke the back of his hair. "I know how you feel, I've been there before."
And with those words, Remus gently pulled himself out of the arms of the woman and turned to occupy his rooms. There, his best friend would become the bottle of firewhiskey he saved for times like these and he would pass out on the floor of his rooms without hopes, dreams, and wishes for the dark future ahead.
Now that that's over with, I can ask you guys a question. Do you want this story to have an actual plot, or do you want it based on romance? Please decide and tell me by reviewing. Speaking of reviews...
Romancer-4ever: Thank you! I am so flattered! blushes Thanks Emily. I hope you liked this one.
s.s.harry- Yeah, uh, sorry about that. It was funny for awhile though. Just curious, what does the
s.s. stand for?
Rane2920072- That was a little intense wasn't it? I know, I have issues. Thanks for being a
faithful r&r-er though. ; )
Chelsea Frog- Thanks! I like the Frog in your name!
Dracula5555- I hope you thoroughly enjoyed this chapter. Are ya feelin' the Remus/Hermione
now?
Sav- Yeah, I know, I so need emotional help. My friends have told me I am insane, and my beta/friend said that I have issues. I know the wife-killing was a little...dark...but I was listening to Metallica so I was just...yeah. But thanks and tell me if you think I'm going OOC on you.
Hello! Thank you all for reviewing. I got four reviews in one day! I'm so happy! Here is another chapter for ya'll. The romance is introduced at this chapter. I would like to apologize ahead of time for the pathetic- ness of this chapter. I got yelled at by my editor for it. I quote, "GOD DAMMIT OPHELIA, NO ROMANCE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" But I yelled back at him and told him not to yell at a lady. Sorry, let's just move onto the chapter. Reviews at the bottom, as usual. P.s. Don't expect a chapter for another week My beta's going on vaca.
Last Chapter...
Hermione
had tears rolling down her face and a fist was held over her mouth.
Remus had horror written over his face and he held his head in his
hands. "So you tortured me so that you wouldn't get beaten?" Draco
turned away from them onto the side that he had been whipped. The pain
he felt in his heart outweighed that in his side. "That and so my
father wouldn't beat you. I was actually too easy on you, according to
him." Hermione turned and buried her face in Remus' shoulder and cried
silently for herself, for Narcissa, for Harry, for Ron, and most of all
for Draco.
This Chapter...
"Oh, Crooks." The woman walked over to a window showing the dismal surroundings of her only home and sat down on a chair in front of it. "Why do we have to be exposed to violence? Why can't we all just stop growing when we are around seven years old?" Hermione stroked her cat while her thoughts drifted to the young girl in the painting outside her rooms. She thought of how young and innocent the girl looked; she had probably never been experienced to violence ever. If evil was around her, she was protected by adults. Almost all young girls like the one in the painting would be shielded from the real world as long as possible. They would never see war, death, destruction, and the other bad cards that life deals to the poor and hopeless.
"I wish I were still innocent Crooks; I wish that I had never had to see Ron and Harry die so awfully." Hermione leaned to whisper in her cat's ear. "Sometimes I wish that I had never been born at all."
"I don't think that you really mean that." Hermione jumped suddenly at the sound of a deep voice behind her. Poor Crookshanks, who was just about to go to sleep, was awakened again when he fell off his mistress' lap. Hermione turned to see Remus. "I do wish that you wouldn't do that." Hermione sent him a frustrated glare. "You wish a lot of things Hermione that don't and won't always happen." Remus reached for Hermione's hand and pulled her up to lead her to a couch.
When they were seated, Hermione lit a fire and stared into it's dancing, flickering flames. "Remus, what's the point of trying? We all lose in the end anyways." Remus touched her chin gently and raised it toward him. "Yes, but sometimes when you lose, you win." Hermione smiled for a split second before she stared into the flames again. "And how did I win this time, Remus?" "You've won in many ways, Hermione. You have won one thing which you have sought for for all these years. Knowledge."
Hermione stood and looked at him. "Yes, I looked for knowledge, the knowledge of good. I always thought good wins, evil vanishes. It doesn't work like that." She turned towards the fire. "Good wins, but evil lasts forever in the minds of the good. It never leaves. It stays there and slowly drives you mad with grief and pain until you just want to end the suffering." Remus' eyes held a heartrending look in his eyes as he remembered all the events in his life that proved Hermione's words; therefore, he did not see Hermione slide a knife off the fireplace mantle. He did hear her words though: "Just end it."
Remus decided to make the wise decision of saying nothing; instead, he just pulled Hermione, who had let go of the knife, onto the couch beside him. She curled up against his muscular shoulder and rested her head against him. Softly he stroked her head and tangled his fingers in her hair thoughtlessly. Both said nothing, for they were lost in their thoughts of the future, the past, and the present; all of which were clouded in the densest of fogs. All of the fog was dark, but the future had the darkest fog. Hermione was beginning to wonder what dismal event would happen next. Her life was already bad, she doubted it would get any better. 'Will I ever truly find happiness?' Hermione thought absent-mindedly.
Remus voiced his answer to her distressing question aloud. "True happiness is unachievable." It was Remus' turn to walk to the fireplace mantle and lean his hand on it. "All our lives, Hermione...there will always be something wrong. All my life, I have been dealt the 'two's of the deck. I've become a werewolf, lost all of my close friends, and lived through the Great War. All my life..." Hermione stood and walked over next to him. "Remus, you're disregarding your own words. Sometimes when you lose, you win. You won much in this case. You won the friendship of three incredible men who risked imprisonment to be with you when you transformed. You won knowledge, too. And at least you survived the Great War." "But Hermione, I've lost so much more than I've gained. I've lost all I've ever had. " Remus turned away from her and his head dropped slightly. "You still have me, Remus." "But not for long. My life is like a great Shakespearian tragedy. Everyone has basically been killed off- except for you and me. And I fear that we will go next."
Hermione turned him around to face her. Remus' eyes were haunted with sorrow and the agony that looked like it could only come from being physically tortured. Hermione smiled sadly and thought, 'Eyes are the windows to our souls.' She pushed a bang of hair back from his forehead and traced the soft edge of his face. She kissed him softly on the cheek and pulled him closer to hug him and stroke the back of his hair. "I know how you feel, I've been there before."
And with those words, Remus gently pulled himself out of the arms of the woman and turned to occupy his rooms. There, his best friend would become the bottle of firewhiskey he saved for times like these and he would pass out on the floor of his rooms without hopes, dreams, and wishes for the dark future ahead.
Now that that's over with, I can ask you guys a question. Do you want this story to have an actual plot, or do you want it based on romance? Please decide and tell me by reviewing. Speaking of reviews...
Romancer-4ever: Thank you! I am so flattered! blushes Thanks Emily. I hope you liked this one.
s.s.harry- Yeah, uh, sorry about that. It was funny for awhile though. Just curious, what does the
s.s. stand for?
Rane2920072- That was a little intense wasn't it? I know, I have issues. Thanks for being a
faithful r&r-er though. ; )
Chelsea Frog- Thanks! I like the Frog in your name!
Dracula5555- I hope you thoroughly enjoyed this chapter. Are ya feelin' the Remus/Hermione
now?
Sav- Yeah, I know, I so need emotional help. My friends have told me I am insane, and my beta/friend said that I have issues. I know the wife-killing was a little...dark...but I was listening to Metallica so I was just...yeah. But thanks and tell me if you think I'm going OOC on you.