Devastating dream
A/N this is kind of a sad story. Just wanted to let you know before you read. This chapter may not be exactly R material.
… Seeing his body in the casket was too much for Hermione. His eyes so peacefully closed, hands resting on his chest. She rubbed her hand, remembering the rough, yet slightly smooth hand covering hers all those countless times. A tear started to form, she wouldn't let it fall, not here, not in public, but when she got home, that's a different story.
Flashback
He ran his hand down her arm only to clasp her hand with his. She turned to him and smiled, tears running silently down her cheeks. It was the first time she'd ever let him see her breakdown. He looked at her, confused, and asked, " What's the matter 'Mione?"
She held the letter up to him with a shaky hand and mouthed to him to read. He nodded and took the letter looking down he saw:
Dear Hermione,
I'm so sorry to inform you, but April 11 of this year, Voldemort discovered your parents hiding place and killed them. This may not be much comfort, but they died quickly, a simple killing curse to both. Mrs. Weasley has informed me that you are welcome to live at her house with them 'till your ready to leave. Be strong Hermione.
Professor A. Dumbledore
He folded the note back up and handed it to her. The tears were flowing more out of her eyes. Picking her up he sat in chair and stayed there holding her as close to him as he could. She sat there sobbing until she fell back asleep. He smiled as he stroked a lock of her hair out of her eyes. She woke up, but didn't let him know. She smiled through her dried tears and reached down to hold his hand once again.
Present
The tear was no threatening to become even more then one. She quickly brought up her hand and wiped it away. She silently scolded herself for being so emotional. When they both took this job they swore to each other that their love wouldn't in between their duty. She smiled, she had been more adamant about that then them. He swore that she would always come first. She put her foot down saying that if it meant her
life or a kids (or more vulnerable person) then he better choose them.
Flashback
" –but Hermione, I love you. That love means more to me then the other persons life." He argued, his ears becoming more red.
" I don't care Ron, we're taking this job to protect others, not ourselves!" Hermione argued back.
Instead of getting angry he suddenly smiled. Standing up he walked over saying, " I'll protect you first…"
He suddenly picked Hermione up and threw her over his shoulder. She protested, but he kept on talking.
" … I'll carry you over my shoulder like this just so you know that it's is me. Next…"
He had carried her all they way up to his dormitory. He put some silencing spells around his bed and continued.
" … I'll put a silencing spell around us so no one can hear what were saying or doing." He got a big grin on his face. " Then I'll snog you senseless just like this."
And, indeed, he continued to snog her senseless.
Present
Hermione laughed as she remembered what had taken place next. He had certainly shielded her with his body well enough. She grinned, very well indeed. Remembering these fun moments was good for her on this somber day. She knew that this happiness wouldn't last for long. Sure enough as soon as she got home, she sat down on her couch and looked at a picture of her, Ron, and Harry. Tears swelled up in her eyes and she couldn't contain them anymore. Her whole life was gone. The only people close to her left alive were Mrs. Weasley, George, Ginny, and Remus. Harry had died after his final battle with Voldemort. He was so weak, it seemed since Voldemort had put something of himself in Harry when he tried to kill him 20 years ago, something was taken out of Harry when Voldemort died. He was to weak to heal himself and just died. That was a sad day, not only did Harry die that day, but Ron died also.
Flash Back
They were taking the last of Voldemorts supporters into a new prison they had built, when one decided to cast one spell in honor of their fallen leader. Using wandless magic, she changed herself into her animagus ( a Griffin) and dug her talon right into his heart. Two of her best friends gone in one day, it was so horrible. She was standing right next to Ron when it happened, unable to block Ron form the attack, she felt so guilty. She watched in horror as Ron passed in and out of conscious until he died. She had kept a strong face as she helped hall the others out of the area, but as soon as she had gotten to the house that, just the previous night, they had slept together in, she broke down in tears.
Present
She sighed as she thought back to the day most of the Weasly's had been killed. Charlie, Bill, Fred, Percy, and Mr. Weasley were doing some work in Diagon Alley when three death eaters had showed up a sent a blasting curse through the road, not only killing them, but 20 other people. The suspects had been caught and shoved into prison also. She could never forget hearing Mrs. Weasley' s screams cut through the air on that crisp, Autumn morning. She ran down to find Ginny and Mrs. Weasley sobbing in each others arms, and Ron and George just standing there, looking absolutely dumbfounded. It had only been a few seconds then George fainted (probably from the severed twins bound those two shared so closely). Hermione didn't want to think about it. She went up to bed and went to sleep, wishfully thinking that she wouldn't wake up in the morning and have to face another day. She was getting dressed when she heard a loud Crack!!!!…
Hermione snapped up right so quickly that she hit her head on the Ron's chin with a amazing thud!! He woke up just as quickly and looked at her. He grunted and asked groggily, " 'Mione, what's the matter."
She just smiled at him and replied, " Nothing dear, just go back to sleep. Twas only a bad dream."
He yawned and laidback down pulling her with him. She laid there thinking about that dream. Had she seen the future of things to come? Harry was still alive, him and his girlfriend were in the room right next to them. All the Weasley's were sleeping in their various rooms around the house. Nobody had died yet. 'Shit' she thought to herself. I'll have to think about this more tomorrow. With that she drifted off into yet, another dreamful slumber.