~ When Insanity stops ~
Summary: At the end of Hermione's fifth year, she feels depressed about all the stuff that has happened. One morning upon waking up, Hermione finds someone else in bed with her. And that's the only the start of this interesting tale.
AN: I personally feel that if the original author (by JK Rowling) didn't write it: Then its AU.
Kitchen
Looking over the man claiming to be Sirius, Hermione registers all of his Sirius's trademarks. A tall man, whose impressive breath of shoulder and impressive frame, even in this relaxed repose, was intimidating. Broad, sculptured facial features were harshly chiseled, all angels and planes as if etched from stone. He definitely has Sirius physique.
His well-groomed hair was midnight coal black. His eyes were so deep blue they glitter like sapphires. Oh Merlin, he even has Sirius's mischievous twinkle in his eyes. The man claiming to be Sirius straightens his shoulders; a warm smile spreads across his face. He was positively vibrating with glee.
Stepping closer to Hermione, disappoint flashes across his face as she steps away from him. Her eyes are wide with distrust and distress. Merlin Mione I'm not going to hurt you. Sirius watches her glancing back and forth between Harry and Remus.
"Harry," chokes out Hermione. Rapidly blinking her eyes at the sudden intrusion of blinding pain. Pain! So much pain! What the hell? Everything goes black. What's going on? All feeling flees from Hermione's limbs expect for the racking pain. Flashes of white spots appear before her eyes.
The Attack
Loud thunderous pounding throbs around in Hermione's head. As flashes from her dream become more
pronounced.
"Crucio!" shouts Lucius as he points his wand towards her. Pain; sharp thousand tiny little knives cutting into her. Loud screaming echoing around. Slowly the pain fades, not before Lucius smirks evilly at her. "Did that hurt, you filthy mudblood," spats Lucius.
Bright flashes of color blur together, until everything becomes a blazing green. Feeling like she couldn't quite catch her breath, Hermione grips his hands tightly. Demanding, "Harry, have I ever lied to you?" Watching him shake his head no, Hermione smiles weakly at him. "There are things that people are keeping from you," states Hermione. "I wish I could say that I'm not one of those people…"
"It's alright," whispers Harry. "I know Hermione"
The common room portrait burst open, in rushes Ginny. Gasping Ginny says, "Harry! Don't believe a word she's saying."
"Ginny, I think it's time we had a long over-due talk," stresses Harry giving Hermione's hands a gentle squeeze before letting them go.
Kitchen
Spilling more of the hot chocolate mix onto the kitchen floor, Hermione crumbles. Rushing forward, Sirius barely manages catches her before she hits the ground. Hosting her up into his arms, Sirius feels Hermione's muscles contracting. Swiftly walking out of the kitchen and into the adjacent family room.
Family room
Sirius steps down the three stairs, moving swiftly.
Sitting down in a magical rocking chair,
Sirius gently moves Hermione onto his lap.
Setting a slow gentle pace, Sirius runs a soothing hand up and
down her
back.
"It's all right, Mione," comforts Sirius. Whispering into her hair. "You're safe now." Sirius cradles her close to him as he kisses the top of her head. "I've got you, you're safe."
When is this curse going to end?
The Attack
Feelings of safety and caring weasel their way around her. Rows and rows of brown square blurs solidify.
"Good day class. My Name is Professor Weasley! Yes, I'm related to Ronald Weasley, even if I don't have the red hair." Smirks the new DADA teacher. Scrutinizing all of the students with his piercing blue eyes, glaring coldly when they land of Draco Malfoy.
Staring at him, Hermione ponders why the thought of him somehow being familiar radiates around him. Shaking her head, Hermione tries to focus on what he is currently teaching but the sense of familiarity just becomes stronger.
Leaning over to Harry, Hermione whispers, "Does he seem to be familiar to you?"
"Now that you mention it," whispers Harry looking serious. "Yes, he does."
Kitchen
"Bloody hell," hisses Harry his green eyes blazing watching his godfather rock Hermione. "Every time we think she's taken a small step at getting better. This happens and she's three bloody steps behind!"
"Harry," admonishes Tonks as she gives him a tight hug. "I understand that you're frustrated. We all are but it's much worse for Sirius. Every time Hermione's awake enough to comprehend what's going on, she doesn't remember him. Thinks he's a murder or dead."
"Yeah," chokes Harry hie eyes overly bright. "It's just that she was here! Really here."
They could tell that Hermione's latest attack was progressively slowing down. Only the creaking of the rocking chair breaks the weighing silence.
Harry and Remus wait a few more minutes before proceeding into the kitchen. Remus shakes his head as he mutters a cleaning charm for the floor. Always so close yet so far. Seeking out Tonks's eyes, Remus finds hers overflows with sorrow.
Picking up the mug that Hermione had placed on the counter. Harry stares down into the contents of the hot chocolate mix. Sighing heavily Harry cradles the mug in his hands. When will this end? Will I ever get my best friend back?
Staring at Sirius with sorrowful eyes, Tonks sweeps down the hallway heading towards the linen closet. Hermione is always freezing cold after an attack. Looking over the selection of blankets, Tonks pulls out a soft pale blue one. This one is her favorite. Holding the blanket in her arms, Tonks heads to the family room.
Approaching the kitchen just as Harry violently hurls the mug, it crashes hard against the wall. Shattering into a thousand pieces, looking like a big brown clod of dust. Tisking softly at Harry, Tonks steps down into the family room.
Family Room
Gently laying the soft blanket around Sirius and Hermione. Hermione looks so content sitting on Sirius's lap. Tonks quickly tucks they in. There all set. Stepping back, Tonks smiles softly at Sirius.
"That was my mum's favorite mug," states Hermione as she sits limply in Sirius's arms. Gasping both Sirius and Tonks blink at each other in wonder. "Harry better find a way fix it before she finds out."
"It's alright, Mione," reassures Harry. Waving his wand, Harry fixes the broken mug. Levitating it back towards him, after he cleans the hot chocolate mix that was in the mug.
What does Harry think he's doing? Does he want to get expelled? Gasping at him in horror, Hermione stares at him wide eye. Harry realizes too late that he has made a mistake. "Harry! That's just smashing! When you get expelled don't come crying to me," hisses Hermione.
"Bloody hell," curses Harry dragging his hands down his face.
"My head hurts!" states Hermione as she tentatively touches her temple. "What the bloody hell happened?"
Remus stops cold. "Why don't we all sit down, have some hot chocolate and discuss everything?" offers Remus. "How does that sound?"
Swallowing hard, Hermione takes a deep breath before answering, "That's fine with me."
Sensing Hermione's eyes glued to her, Tonks offers a soft smile only to see Hermione frown. Pink hair, huh? Focusing her energy, Tonks was rewarded by a soft sigh from Hermione. Looking into the younger woman's eyes, Tonks could visibly see relief in her depths.
"I still don't understand why you're at my parent's house," sullenly whispers Hermione as she snuggles into Sirius for more comfort. "Where are Harry's glasses?" Looking up at Sirius, Hermione announces, "Your dead. I'm sitting on a dead mans lap."
"I think we need to know, just what Hermione remember," says Tonks. "That way we know where to begin."
Remus states, "First thing Hermione needs to know is that both Harry and herself have graduated from Hogwarts."
Boasting with pride Sirius adds, "You had the highest NEWT scores ever."
"What," demands Hermione staring at Tonks.
"Not helping," stresses Tonks. Muttering something that sounded like. "Overzealous boys!"
Confused Hermione's eyes start to drip closed. So tired.
Until Later