A/N: Hey sorry I haven't updated in a while. And I know there hasn't been much serious rated r stuff going on, but there will be. =]
Hermione and Neville
Hermione's day had gone by smoothly. She had a great time being around the Weasley's again. Even Molly and Arthur came into the store to visit the three. They simply fell in love with Hermione, rather yet, with Meygan.
She had to go to the supply room and let out a quick sob of happiness a couple of times. But she always brought something out, as not to seem to conspicuous. She had a great day.
Neville had a little difficulty. The goblins where pushing him around, making him do things other than help costumers. It seemed as though they actually did not have a problem being served by goblins. They lied! Neville was like a janitor actually, or like a secretary running in and out on errands.
But both of their days had gone downhill when they saw todays Daily Prophet.
"This can't be! They are all suppous to think we are dead!" Hermione screamed inside Nevilles house.
"Hush. I know, I know. I was there. Bugger." Neville held Hermione and began to walk around.
"They must have tracked us down somehow."
"But how?! The Ministry said it was impossible to track us." Hermione read the article, her eyes getting puffy.
"Maybe, they had a man on the inside. Who has been watching us all these years."
"If they did, why didn't they attack us then?" Hermione re-read the article and put it down. She walked over to the mirror to see her reflection and saw Neville standing in the other room. She stared at herself, than at Neville through the mirror and actually at him. She widened her eyes and ran over to him.
"Maybe ... maybe they are waiting!"
"Waiting for what?" He said stunned.
"For us." Hermione walked away with a grin on her face and began to walk around in a circle. Neville was totally lost and began to follow her when she was explaining.
"Maybe they are waiting for us, all 5 of us, to either find each other or to see each other again in our real form. Maybe they want us to know what is going on and to come all together to like, talk about it. And when we do ..."
"They could attack us all together. Nice and simple. Make us do all the trouble of tracking each other down!" Neville opened his eyes wide. Hermione grabbed his arms,
"Exactly! Wow, you got smart Nev." She kissed and hugged him.
"Well, thanks. But, explain this. How did the Daily Prophet find out they where after us? There is no way the Death Eaters would let this information get out. I, actually, don't know why there are still Death Eaters."
"Well, obviously! They want to avenge their Dark Lord. Voldemort was their world! I don't think they would want his killers to walk about free. Even if he was an insane, bloody thurst killer. He was like .. their king!"
"Well, I guess that makes sense." Neville plopped into his arm chair and saw he still had a picture of Carmilla there. He turned it around and sighed.
"Do ... you think killing Carmilla was a part of their plan?"
Hermione didn't know what to day. She sat on his lep and held him close. He began to cy a little. Remembering about the woman he had loved for so long and aknowledging that she is dead. That she was murdered.
"Maybe. I ... I don't know. It could have been a way to make us meet. They probably knew we where neighbors. To move along with their plan."
"So, we will still be murdered by the same people we defeated and cheated death from. What luck. That doesn't sound like a good life."
"Have we ever had luck or a normal or good life? I bet they killed my parents by now."
"I bet they sent a plant to kill my parents like they did to ___________."
"Let's just ... not think about it."
They had had a very eventful day. Getting new jobs, seeing old friends, and finding out they are being tracked down to be murdered. Hermione wished sometimes that she was still with Nick. Then she would have never found out about any of this. She knew that she was going tomake herself find the others to warn them. But if she was still with Nick, she wouldn't have found all this out and she could have been murdered anyway without seeing them again. This boggled her mind. The solution she thought of was that it was all planned out. From the very beginning. Or maybe, a witch or wizard with the power of foresight had fortold this and either told or was tortured to tell the Death Eaters what they saw.
Hermione had a breakdown. She began to cry, and cry, and cry. Neville tried to settle her but she was just going all out. She wasn't sure how this happened or even why, she wasn't that upset. She thought it was all the stress on her all over again.
"Maybe it wasn't a good idea to find out Brian was Neville. Maybe it isn't a good idea to find the others. I want them to be safe and continue their life. Maybe I should ignore the fact I am being watched or traced by a gang of insane assholes. Maybe I should just let them come and kill me and end all this shit!"
Hermione thought she was yelling this to herself but realized she wasn't when she heard Nick banging at the door.
"May?! Maygan?! Is that you? Hey, you fucking insane bastard! Let my wife go! I fucking swear on your life I'll fucking break this shit door down! Hermione!! Get your fucking slut ass home or I'll call the damn cops and have you both thrown into jail."
Hermione began to scream when Neville left her on the arm chair and walked over to the door and opened it.
"What gives you the damn right to come over to my home and bang at my door like that you fucker?!"
"I don't give a shit if you live here or not, you fucking psyco. That is my fucking wife and I am not going to le her stay here with your fucking insane ass. Mione, get your fucking ass into that apartment and we'll talk about this."
"Maybe she doesn't want you go to your raping arms, you shit. She doesn't love you anymore. And I know for a fact, with all that bullshit that I have heard you yell at her."
"How dare you have the balls to say I don't love that women there, the women that I MARRIED!" He put his wedding ring hard into Neville's face. Neville pushed it down and pushed him out of his apartment.
"Mother fucker! M ... Meygan! Get your ass over here!!!!" Nick was red in the face and was running out of breath. You could hear the doors in the apartment buliding open and just know the nosy neighbors where peeking thier heads out to see what was going on.
"Fuck ...... you. Like I would want to." Hermione hissed at him inbetween her teeth.
"Oh ho. You don't want to? Listen you little whore, going next door and fuck this shit when you have a man like me? Bitch ..." He slammed Neville down and grabbed her by her hair. He dragged her a couple of feet when Neville came at him. Nick was bigger so he knocked him back down.
"Ahhh!! NO!! LET ME GO YOU FREAK!!" She kicked and screamed. That was when all the noisy bodies slammed thier doors shut. The chickens. Hermione kept screaming and squirming until Nick lost his grip and let her go.
The next thing he saw was a long stick in his face.
"Get away from her or I swear ..."
"What? You'll poke me in the eye? Asshole, protecting yourself with a stick. Faggot."
"AVADA ... !!!"
"NOOOO!! NEVILLE!!!!"
"KADAVRA!!" There was a bright light and the next thing they saw was Nick's lifeless body on the floor. Hermione grabbed her wand from a box hidden in Nick's apartment along with her money and Nevilles. She grabbed the dumbfounded Neville and ran out of the building.
"NO! NO! NO!"
"What?! He was going to hurt you!! What did you want me to do?!"
"First of all, I can protect myself. Secondly, did you not notice all the people who had watched?! NOW HE IS .. dead ... AND THEY ALL HEAR AND SAW THAT WE HAD A FIGHT WITH HIM! WHAT IF SOMEONE STUCK THEIR HEAD BACK OUT AND SAW YOU CAST THE SPELL ON HIM?! AND IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE ... HE KNEW WHO WE REALLY WHERE!! We could have ... I don't know ... tortured him to tell us. Now you, going all brave on me, had to kill the one person who knows what is going on!!" Hermione hit Neville, but she was sort of weak from the struggle.
"What do you mean? He knew?"
"The third time he said my 'name' to go into his house, he called me Mione. That is my nickname, you know! He was the one who kept track of me, of the both of us!" Hermione began to walk down the block in the snow and ice. You can hear sirens echoing in the night. Neville began to follow her and slipped on ice making them both fall.
"I am so sorry." He whispered helping her up.
"I'm fine." She replied cooly.
"No, I mean I am sorry for what I did back there. But he was going to hurt you, Hermione. And right now, we are all we got."
The two of them made their way to the train station. They figured the only place they would not get caught was in the Wozarding World. So they made thier way to Diagon Alley.
Hermione and Neville
Hermione's day had gone by smoothly. She had a great time being around the Weasley's again. Even Molly and Arthur came into the store to visit the three. They simply fell in love with Hermione, rather yet, with Meygan.
She had to go to the supply room and let out a quick sob of happiness a couple of times. But she always brought something out, as not to seem to conspicuous. She had a great day.
Neville had a little difficulty. The goblins where pushing him around, making him do things other than help costumers. It seemed as though they actually did not have a problem being served by goblins. They lied! Neville was like a janitor actually, or like a secretary running in and out on errands.
But both of their days had gone downhill when they saw todays Daily Prophet.
"This can't be! They are all suppous to think we are dead!" Hermione screamed inside Nevilles house.
"Hush. I know, I know. I was there. Bugger." Neville held Hermione and began to walk around.
"They must have tracked us down somehow."
"But how?! The Ministry said it was impossible to track us." Hermione read the article, her eyes getting puffy.
"Maybe, they had a man on the inside. Who has been watching us all these years."
"If they did, why didn't they attack us then?" Hermione re-read the article and put it down. She walked over to the mirror to see her reflection and saw Neville standing in the other room. She stared at herself, than at Neville through the mirror and actually at him. She widened her eyes and ran over to him.
"Maybe ... maybe they are waiting!"
"Waiting for what?" He said stunned.
"For us." Hermione walked away with a grin on her face and began to walk around in a circle. Neville was totally lost and began to follow her when she was explaining.
"Maybe they are waiting for us, all 5 of us, to either find each other or to see each other again in our real form. Maybe they want us to know what is going on and to come all together to like, talk about it. And when we do ..."
"They could attack us all together. Nice and simple. Make us do all the trouble of tracking each other down!" Neville opened his eyes wide. Hermione grabbed his arms,
"Exactly! Wow, you got smart Nev." She kissed and hugged him.
"Well, thanks. But, explain this. How did the Daily Prophet find out they where after us? There is no way the Death Eaters would let this information get out. I, actually, don't know why there are still Death Eaters."
"Well, obviously! They want to avenge their Dark Lord. Voldemort was their world! I don't think they would want his killers to walk about free. Even if he was an insane, bloody thurst killer. He was like .. their king!"
"Well, I guess that makes sense." Neville plopped into his arm chair and saw he still had a picture of Carmilla there. He turned it around and sighed.
"Do ... you think killing Carmilla was a part of their plan?"
Hermione didn't know what to day. She sat on his lep and held him close. He began to cy a little. Remembering about the woman he had loved for so long and aknowledging that she is dead. That she was murdered.
"Maybe. I ... I don't know. It could have been a way to make us meet. They probably knew we where neighbors. To move along with their plan."
"So, we will still be murdered by the same people we defeated and cheated death from. What luck. That doesn't sound like a good life."
"Have we ever had luck or a normal or good life? I bet they killed my parents by now."
"I bet they sent a plant to kill my parents like they did to ___________."
"Let's just ... not think about it."
They had had a very eventful day. Getting new jobs, seeing old friends, and finding out they are being tracked down to be murdered. Hermione wished sometimes that she was still with Nick. Then she would have never found out about any of this. She knew that she was going tomake herself find the others to warn them. But if she was still with Nick, she wouldn't have found all this out and she could have been murdered anyway without seeing them again. This boggled her mind. The solution she thought of was that it was all planned out. From the very beginning. Or maybe, a witch or wizard with the power of foresight had fortold this and either told or was tortured to tell the Death Eaters what they saw.
Hermione had a breakdown. She began to cry, and cry, and cry. Neville tried to settle her but she was just going all out. She wasn't sure how this happened or even why, she wasn't that upset. She thought it was all the stress on her all over again.
"Maybe it wasn't a good idea to find out Brian was Neville. Maybe it isn't a good idea to find the others. I want them to be safe and continue their life. Maybe I should ignore the fact I am being watched or traced by a gang of insane assholes. Maybe I should just let them come and kill me and end all this shit!"
Hermione thought she was yelling this to herself but realized she wasn't when she heard Nick banging at the door.
"May?! Maygan?! Is that you? Hey, you fucking insane bastard! Let my wife go! I fucking swear on your life I'll fucking break this shit door down! Hermione!! Get your fucking slut ass home or I'll call the damn cops and have you both thrown into jail."
Hermione began to scream when Neville left her on the arm chair and walked over to the door and opened it.
"What gives you the damn right to come over to my home and bang at my door like that you fucker?!"
"I don't give a shit if you live here or not, you fucking psyco. That is my fucking wife and I am not going to le her stay here with your fucking insane ass. Mione, get your fucking ass into that apartment and we'll talk about this."
"Maybe she doesn't want you go to your raping arms, you shit. She doesn't love you anymore. And I know for a fact, with all that bullshit that I have heard you yell at her."
"How dare you have the balls to say I don't love that women there, the women that I MARRIED!" He put his wedding ring hard into Neville's face. Neville pushed it down and pushed him out of his apartment.
"Mother fucker! M ... Meygan! Get your ass over here!!!!" Nick was red in the face and was running out of breath. You could hear the doors in the apartment buliding open and just know the nosy neighbors where peeking thier heads out to see what was going on.
"Fuck ...... you. Like I would want to." Hermione hissed at him inbetween her teeth.
"Oh ho. You don't want to? Listen you little whore, going next door and fuck this shit when you have a man like me? Bitch ..." He slammed Neville down and grabbed her by her hair. He dragged her a couple of feet when Neville came at him. Nick was bigger so he knocked him back down.
"Ahhh!! NO!! LET ME GO YOU FREAK!!" She kicked and screamed. That was when all the noisy bodies slammed thier doors shut. The chickens. Hermione kept screaming and squirming until Nick lost his grip and let her go.
The next thing he saw was a long stick in his face.
"Get away from her or I swear ..."
"What? You'll poke me in the eye? Asshole, protecting yourself with a stick. Faggot."
"AVADA ... !!!"
"NOOOO!! NEVILLE!!!!"
"KADAVRA!!" There was a bright light and the next thing they saw was Nick's lifeless body on the floor. Hermione grabbed her wand from a box hidden in Nick's apartment along with her money and Nevilles. She grabbed the dumbfounded Neville and ran out of the building.
"NO! NO! NO!"
"What?! He was going to hurt you!! What did you want me to do?!"
"First of all, I can protect myself. Secondly, did you not notice all the people who had watched?! NOW HE IS .. dead ... AND THEY ALL HEAR AND SAW THAT WE HAD A FIGHT WITH HIM! WHAT IF SOMEONE STUCK THEIR HEAD BACK OUT AND SAW YOU CAST THE SPELL ON HIM?! AND IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE ... HE KNEW WHO WE REALLY WHERE!! We could have ... I don't know ... tortured him to tell us. Now you, going all brave on me, had to kill the one person who knows what is going on!!" Hermione hit Neville, but she was sort of weak from the struggle.
"What do you mean? He knew?"
"The third time he said my 'name' to go into his house, he called me Mione. That is my nickname, you know! He was the one who kept track of me, of the both of us!" Hermione began to walk down the block in the snow and ice. You can hear sirens echoing in the night. Neville began to follow her and slipped on ice making them both fall.
"I am so sorry." He whispered helping her up.
"I'm fine." She replied cooly.
"No, I mean I am sorry for what I did back there. But he was going to hurt you, Hermione. And right now, we are all we got."
The two of them made their way to the train station. They figured the only place they would not get caught was in the Wozarding World. So they made thier way to Diagon Alley.