~ 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.
Family Room
Tiredly lifting one hand, Hermione rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. Why am I so tired all of the sudden? She burrows into Sirius's embrace as he held her fiercely against him, crushing her against his body as though he were afraid she would slip away, insubstantial as a dream.
His face was buried in her hair, and she felt a shiver run down his spine. After a moment he pushed her back slightly, to gaze into her eyes. Sirius whispers, "Good to have you back, love."
Kitchen
Placing several coffee mugs on the countertop. "So, Hermione," asks Remus. "Do you want some marshmallows with your hot chocolate?" Reaching for the marshmallow jar.
"No, thank you," Hermione sluggishly answers him.
"Mione!" shouts Harry giving everyone a startled jump. "Don't go to sleep!"
"I'm… ouch! Sirius," grumbles Hermione.
"I think, Mione is way too comfortable sitting on Sirius's lap," states Remus.
"So why don't we have our cocoa at the kitchen table," suggests Harry. "That way Sirius will have to put Mione down, plus the movement will hopefully keep Hermione awake." Hermione's groans of discomfort radiate towards the group in the kitchen.
Slowly Hermione held up by Sirius, walk over to the kitchen table. Tonks pulls out a chair for Hermione. Sirius gently lowers her into the chair; immediately taking the seat to her left, Sirius slightly moves his chair. Harry takes the seat to Hermione's right. Only thing missing is Ron. Remus sits next to Sirius and Tonks takes the last chair between Remus and Harry.
Waving his wand Remus conjures up four steaming cups of hot chocolate from the countertop. "Extra chocolate for Sirius and Hermione, marshmallows for Harry and Tonks," happily states Remus. Gazing over to Remus's cup, Hermione stifles a laugh. Just had to put ice cream in there.
"Yuck! Remus," groans Tonks. "Maple walnut ice-cream doesn't go with hot chocolate."
"Just be glad, he's not making you drink it," offers Sirius. "He did that to me in fifth year." Grimacing in remembrance.
"What did you do to deserve it," asks Harry, his green eyes twinkling.
"Nothing," dismisses Sirius.
"That's not what I recall," mutters Remus giving Sirius a pointed look. Sirius had the grace to blush a bit. "But that's another story for another time."
"Yes," readily agrees Sirius.
"Enough boys," instructs Tonks giving Sirius a fake glare along with Remus. "We should be asking Mione what she does remember and go from there."
"Why," demands Hermione rubbing her temples. Oh I have a bloody headache.
"It's a long story," laughs Harry. "It's even longer if I have to explain first year to you?"
"Fine," grumbles Hermione. "The last thing I remember is being home from Hogwarts for two weeks and going to bed. And the weird dream I had last night."
"So you know about Hogwarts," comments Remus as Hermione glares at him.
"Of course," snaps Hermione as if it the most obvious thing in the world. Remus, Sirius and Tonks flinch from her tone, but Harry chuckles softly under his breath. Whipping her head around, Hermione glares coldly at Harry. He doesn't wear glasses; he doesn't really act like Harry. Is he Harry?
Feeling his long time best friend scrutinize him, Harry shifts in his seat. "I have been your best friend since first year."
"From the train," comments Hermione picking up her cocoa mug.
Smirking at her, Harry contradicts, "From Halloween. After you covered for Ron and myself."
"What," questions Sirius. Gazing at Harry funny knowing instantly that there was more to the story.
"Yes, Mopping Myrtle was such a handful," sneers Hermione peering at Harry under her lashes. Raising an eyebrow as Harry starts to flush a nice shade of pink.
"That was second year! And to my misfortune fourth year," whispers a humiliated Harry. Glaring at Hermione. Harry counters, "You know, the year when you stole ingredients from Snape to make Polyjuice potion. First year was locking in the Troll."
"Bloody Hell," swears Sirius looking at Hermione with new eyes. "Mione stole from Snivellus and you didn't tell me?"
"What Troll," asks Tonks looking interested.
"Polyjuice potion," questions Remus.
"Whatever for?"
"Hmm," mutters
Harry. "I always thought you were catty
but in second year you just had to prove it."
"Fine," dismisses Hermione refusing to divulge the any of the stories from first or second year. "I believe you're Harry. But where are your glasses?"
"Padfoot," says Remus. "You get the impression that they're not telling us some good stories."
"Well Moony, if Hermione here is stealing from Snivellus. I completely agree with you," states Sirius looking back and forth between Hermione and Harry. "So why don't we start with First Year?"
"Let's not and say we did," stresses Hermione. "Why don't we start with the summer after my fifth year? That way I can understand why you all our in my parent's house?" Looking around, Hermione asks, "Speaking of my parent's where are they?"
Remus clears his throat, distracting Hermione. "What do you remember?"
"Fine," grumbles Hermione mildly annoyed. Wincing Hermione tightly closes her eyes. "I have a nasty headache, do we have any headache cure or pain tablets?" Opening her eyes, Hermione finds everyone looking at Sirius expectantly. "Well?"
"Mione," whispers Sirius. "I'm sorry, but with your condition you're not allowed to have that stuff."
"What?" demands Hermione as the pain in her head intensifies. "You have to be joking."
"I'm not," replies Sirius cutting off any argument Hermione could come up with. "You can't have any of those but you can have a mild pain relaxer." Groaning, Hermione glares at Sirius until he gets it for her.
"You said remembered a weird dream," comments Tonks taking charge of the situation. "What do you remember?"
Hermione starts to recite what she can remember from the dream. "Let's see. Lots of yelling. Some at Harry. Some at a few unclear red heads. Lucius Malfoy. Ron calling me ugly and using me for better grades? The Cruciatus curse Pain. The twins at work on something. More pain. Death-eaters in Hogsmeade? And Neville."
"I say that just about covers everything," comments Harry.
"Covers what," questions Hermione.
Until Later