Everlast
Chapter 9
Starting a new path
Disclaimer: nope! uh-uh. Don't look at me....
::years later::
"Hope you have a good day, madam!"
A young lady stepped out of the cab. She watched it speed off. The gentle breeze playing with her golden brown locks.
She looked around. Her large honey colored eyes taking in the familiar quaint little houses around her.
Although she hadn't been here all her life, she felt something inside her heart stir. It seems like she lived all her life here.
She slung her bag over her shoulders and continued down the road. It was very quiet.
She stopped in front of a small house nearly covered with vines. She found it.
An old lady was out on the lawn, tending to her flower bed. There was no sign of a car in the garage.
She rested her hand on top of the mailbox. She readied herself and slowly strolled towards the old lady.
"Let me help you with that." she said. Dropping her bag, she kneeled down beside the old lady and proceeded to pull out the weeds.
"Why, thank you!" the old lady whispered. She slowly stood up and looked at the newcomer curiously.
She had an odd feeling inside her chest. "Excuse me? Do mind telling me your name, child?"
The white haired lady dropped the hand shovel she held in her bony hands. She looked at the face in front of her with a mixture of happiness and shock.
The newcomer smiled and shyly stood up brushing her hands on the side of her jeans.
"Hermione?" the old woman gingerly cupped the face of her daughter, tears brimming in her warm eyes.
Hermione looked up from the cup she had been holding in her hand for some time now. She was seated beside her mother, sharing jokes and memories.
Mr. Granger entered the house; he looked straight at his daughter then at his wife. He jerked his towards the kitchen, and disappeared. Mrs. Granger gradually stood up; she smiled at Hermione before hurrying towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Granger quietly closed the kitchen door behind her. Mr. Granger stood up from a chair and began pacing back and forth.
"Do you believe her?" he asked not looking at her.
"Of course! She's our daughter." she answered.
"She disappeared for more than twenty, thirty years, they even told us she died." He said exasperatedly.
"I know what they told us." She snapped back. "But we haven't received any proof. Besides I refuse to believe them."
"But how about all those time—"
"We got her back. That's all that matters to me."
Hermione peered at her father. He was seating in the living room reading a book. It was already past midnight and her mom was already upstairs sleeping.
"Dad? Can I talk to you?" she asked softly. Her father looked up from his book. He nodded and placed the book down.
She quickly padded towards him. Dropping to the floor in front of him she drew her knees up and rested her chin on them.
"I know it's hard for you to understand. But please—"she began.
"Your school sent us a letter, it said you were killed during the war and were never coming back." He said silently looking at her, searching her face.
"I know--some of it is true. I can't deny that." She whispered, her eyes downcast.
"Then why don't you tell us what really happened."
"Everything's a big blur. It's hard to explain. I don't know what happened myself, but—couldn't you please—just accept me? I have waited so long just to see you guys."
Mr. Granger leaned forward and held her hand in his. He looked straight into her eyes. "Try to remember. Tell me everything. You left us in the middle of your sixth year telling us that—"
"I know that, I did that because the death eaters could trace me. And I love you guys and I don't want you to get hurt in the process. Just trust me on this one Dad... please—it is me." She said, crying. She squeezed her father's hand and placed it on her cheek. "Please, Dad."
Mr. Granger slowly slid out of his chair and knelt down in front of his daughter. He embraced her tightly, burying his face on her hair, crying.
Hermione let her father hug her. She was crying freely now. There were no words to describe how much she missed them, and now that they have accepted her again, it was well...
"I love you, dad. I really do." she said, her voice muffled.
"I know. I know." he choked up. "I love you too."
Draco crouched low behind the large sofa. He heard the keys jingle outside the door. He crouched lower, hitting someone beside him.
"Ouch! Are you trying to break my nose?" Harry whispered.
It was pitch black inside the house. "Shush!" he said.
"Okay, okay!"
Finally Draco heard the door open. He could here footsteps in the foyer. "Dad?"
Draco suppressed a laugh.
"one, two..." Deryk breathed from beside him.
Someone clicked the lights open.
"SURPRISE!"
Althea looked around the living room. The once dark Malfoy manor was filled with lights. On the center of the room stood an enormous Chocolate cake.
"Happy 20th birthday, my angel" Draco said as he embraced his daughter.
"Did you plan all this?" She asked looking around the room, with large eyes.
"Well, I did it with the help of everyone here, and I did pull a few strings." He said, smiling, then his voice dropping, "It was me who told the department head to force you to work overtime, today."
"And I thought, you forgot about it again."
"Hey, don't keep the birthday girl all to yourself."
"Hi uncle." She smiled at Harry and ran towards him wrapping him in a tight bear hug.
"Ugh! You're killing me!"
Draco sat down and watched her daughter and Deryk at the corner of the room.
What was taking him so long? He wondered.
"Just wait. Maybe he's looking for the right time." Harry said, sitting beside him.
"If he doesn't do it in a minute. I swear. I'm—"
"He's taking it out!"
Draco's head turned quickly and looked as the boy reached inside his pocket and produced a dark velvet box. He watched as Althea looked at it and slowly opened the box. She squealed and kissed Deryk, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck.
Success!
A/N: as promised!!!! Review you guys!!!! What happened?
Chapter 9
Starting a new path
Disclaimer: nope! uh-uh. Don't look at me....
::years later::
"Hope you have a good day, madam!"
A young lady stepped out of the cab. She watched it speed off. The gentle breeze playing with her golden brown locks.
She looked around. Her large honey colored eyes taking in the familiar quaint little houses around her.
Although she hadn't been here all her life, she felt something inside her heart stir. It seems like she lived all her life here.
She slung her bag over her shoulders and continued down the road. It was very quiet.
She stopped in front of a small house nearly covered with vines. She found it.
An old lady was out on the lawn, tending to her flower bed. There was no sign of a car in the garage.
She rested her hand on top of the mailbox. She readied herself and slowly strolled towards the old lady.
"Let me help you with that." she said. Dropping her bag, she kneeled down beside the old lady and proceeded to pull out the weeds.
"Why, thank you!" the old lady whispered. She slowly stood up and looked at the newcomer curiously.
She had an odd feeling inside her chest. "Excuse me? Do mind telling me your name, child?"
The white haired lady dropped the hand shovel she held in her bony hands. She looked at the face in front of her with a mixture of happiness and shock.
The newcomer smiled and shyly stood up brushing her hands on the side of her jeans.
"Hermione?" the old woman gingerly cupped the face of her daughter, tears brimming in her warm eyes.
Hermione looked up from the cup she had been holding in her hand for some time now. She was seated beside her mother, sharing jokes and memories.
Mr. Granger entered the house; he looked straight at his daughter then at his wife. He jerked his towards the kitchen, and disappeared. Mrs. Granger gradually stood up; she smiled at Hermione before hurrying towards the kitchen.
Mrs. Granger quietly closed the kitchen door behind her. Mr. Granger stood up from a chair and began pacing back and forth.
"Do you believe her?" he asked not looking at her.
"Of course! She's our daughter." she answered.
"She disappeared for more than twenty, thirty years, they even told us she died." He said exasperatedly.
"I know what they told us." She snapped back. "But we haven't received any proof. Besides I refuse to believe them."
"But how about all those time—"
"We got her back. That's all that matters to me."
Hermione peered at her father. He was seating in the living room reading a book. It was already past midnight and her mom was already upstairs sleeping.
"Dad? Can I talk to you?" she asked softly. Her father looked up from his book. He nodded and placed the book down.
She quickly padded towards him. Dropping to the floor in front of him she drew her knees up and rested her chin on them.
"I know it's hard for you to understand. But please—"she began.
"Your school sent us a letter, it said you were killed during the war and were never coming back." He said silently looking at her, searching her face.
"I know--some of it is true. I can't deny that." She whispered, her eyes downcast.
"Then why don't you tell us what really happened."
"Everything's a big blur. It's hard to explain. I don't know what happened myself, but—couldn't you please—just accept me? I have waited so long just to see you guys."
Mr. Granger leaned forward and held her hand in his. He looked straight into her eyes. "Try to remember. Tell me everything. You left us in the middle of your sixth year telling us that—"
"I know that, I did that because the death eaters could trace me. And I love you guys and I don't want you to get hurt in the process. Just trust me on this one Dad... please—it is me." She said, crying. She squeezed her father's hand and placed it on her cheek. "Please, Dad."
Mr. Granger slowly slid out of his chair and knelt down in front of his daughter. He embraced her tightly, burying his face on her hair, crying.
Hermione let her father hug her. She was crying freely now. There were no words to describe how much she missed them, and now that they have accepted her again, it was well...
"I love you, dad. I really do." she said, her voice muffled.
"I know. I know." he choked up. "I love you too."
Draco crouched low behind the large sofa. He heard the keys jingle outside the door. He crouched lower, hitting someone beside him.
"Ouch! Are you trying to break my nose?" Harry whispered.
It was pitch black inside the house. "Shush!" he said.
"Okay, okay!"
Finally Draco heard the door open. He could here footsteps in the foyer. "Dad?"
Draco suppressed a laugh.
"one, two..." Deryk breathed from beside him.
Someone clicked the lights open.
"SURPRISE!"
Althea looked around the living room. The once dark Malfoy manor was filled with lights. On the center of the room stood an enormous Chocolate cake.
"Happy 20th birthday, my angel" Draco said as he embraced his daughter.
"Did you plan all this?" She asked looking around the room, with large eyes.
"Well, I did it with the help of everyone here, and I did pull a few strings." He said, smiling, then his voice dropping, "It was me who told the department head to force you to work overtime, today."
"And I thought, you forgot about it again."
"Hey, don't keep the birthday girl all to yourself."
"Hi uncle." She smiled at Harry and ran towards him wrapping him in a tight bear hug.
"Ugh! You're killing me!"
Draco sat down and watched her daughter and Deryk at the corner of the room.
What was taking him so long? He wondered.
"Just wait. Maybe he's looking for the right time." Harry said, sitting beside him.
"If he doesn't do it in a minute. I swear. I'm—"
"He's taking it out!"
Draco's head turned quickly and looked as the boy reached inside his pocket and produced a dark velvet box. He watched as Althea looked at it and slowly opened the box. She squealed and kissed Deryk, wrapping her arms around the boy's neck.
Success!
A/N: as promised!!!! Review you guys!!!! What happened?