Chapter 34
"Wandering Thoughts"
Hermione felt so groggy. Her head was spinning from a nauseating pain on the back of her head. She woke up, her eyes focusing on a familiar sight. She was lying in a bed in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
"You're awake." came the voice of Madame Pompfrey.
She bustled over to Hermione, taking a spoon and a bottle of some green liquid with her.
"Here, take this. It will help that pain in your head." she said while filling the spoon up with the liquid and handing it to Hermione.
Hermione swallowed the liquid. It had a chalky taste to it.
"Can I get up?" she asked.
"Yes. You have been out for nearly two days." said Madame Pompfrey.
Hermione stepped out of the bed, feeling her legs wobble. She noticed she was still wearing the dress she wore on Christmas. Her robes were hanging on a chair. She took her wand out and carefully took off the dress. Hermione put on a pair of gray sweats and a purple sweater. She carefully put the dress away in a box Madam Pompfrey gave her.
Hermione left the hospital wing and went straight to find Professor Dumbledore. She found him talking to Nearly Headless Nick. She waited until Nick floated away
"Um, Professor Dumbledore?" she asked.
"I see you are up and about." said Dumbledore.
"Could you please keep this on your office. It has my dress in it." she said.
Dumbledore took the box.
"Most gladly." he said.
He noticed the ring on her finger.
"What is that?" he asked, pointing to the ring.
Hermione followed his gaze and quickly put her hand down by her side.
"Oh, it's just a ring I found at the house." lied Hermione.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Very well. Ron has returned home, but Harry is still here. He's teaching for Professor Lupin until the full moon passes." said Dumbledore.
Hermione watched as Dumbledore walked away. She knew she should have told him that Tom asked her to marry him, but she didn't and she didn't know why. She found Harry in the empty Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom putting away books.
"Hey Harry." she said.
"Hermione." said Harry.
He came around from behind his desk and gave Hermione a hug.
"I'm so glad you're alright." he said.
"I'm glad you are too." said Hermione. "I wish my parents were here. I haven't seen them or spoke to them since my birthday."
"Well, don't worry. They should be arriving here tonight. Dumbledore thinks they'll be very safe here. There's been several attacks in the last two days alone." said Harry.
"Where at?" Hermione asked.
"Near Paris." said Harry. "A lot of deaths as well."
Hermione's heart jumped into her throat. Were innocent people dying because Tom was outraged that she was gone?
"It's my fault." said Hermione. "He's mad because I am gone."
"No Hermione, you mustn't blame yourself. Voldemort was always sinister and pitiless. Don't go saying you're the reason he's that way. Blame it on his childhood, his past, his need to destroy all those that reminded him of his muggle father who abandoned his mother."
Hermione felt that in a way, it was her fault he was that way. She felt that long ago, when she died, that he turned for the worse, becoming more sinister and bloodthirsty than ever before.
"Oh, there's our baby!" cried a woman's voice.
Hermione spun around and was crushed in a hug by her parents.
"Mom, Dad, you're killing me." choked Hermione.
Her parents let go of her.
"We were so worried about you. Dumbledore said that you were on some top- secret mission." said her mother.
"Glad your alright." said her father, giving her another hug.
"I missed you so much." Hermione said to her parents, kissing them each. "I was afraid I'd never see you again."
"We were too, honey. We were too." cooed her parents."
Hermione and her parents spent a long time catching up on various things. Dumbledore had prepared an empty, unused classroom as a guestroom for Hermione and her parents. She showed her parents around Hogwarts and met some of the teachers. They chatted about little things like classes, the weather, and surprisingly, quidditch. They watched a quidditch match against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Hermione introduced her parents to some of the ghosts and house elves.
After a long day, Hermione and her parents returned back to their guestroom. It was very cozy, like a small apartment. It had two separate bedrooms, a small bathroom, a kitchen, and a small living room.
"We had such a wonderful day." said her mother while kicking off her shoes.
"Yeah." said Hermione, kissing her parents goodnight, taking the smallest bedroom, climbing into a bed.
She sat lay and waited until her parents where fast asleep. Her wedding ring twirled around her finger. She wondered what would happened if her parents ever became suspicious of the ring, wondering if their only daughter and only child was to be married. They would also be very curious as to who the suitor was.
"Hey Mom and Dad, meet my fiancé, Lord Voldemort. Yeah, he's evil, but I love him." Hermione thought. 'Yeah right, they'd probably send me to the loony bin or disown me or something.'
Her thoughts drifted far away. She missed him. Where was he? Was he all right? Does he miss her? Was he angry with her? Does he still love her? She soon fell asleep, seeing his face, feeling his touch.
"Avada Kedavra!" hissed a high cold voice.
A muggle police officer dropped dead. Voldemort stood over him, his eyes burning with rage. He looked over the many dead bodies in the muggle shop. His Death Eaters were finishing up their work of torture and killing.
His eyes wandered over the place. There was death and destruction everywhere. His mind, however, wandered away. His thoughts were on Hermione. Was she all right? Does she miss him? Was she angry with him?
"My Lord, come, we have more places to go." said Lucius Malfoy.
"I know." hissed Voldemort.
As they stepped out of the shop, a Death Eater conjured the Dark Mark above the store.
"No one is safe from my wrath." said Voldemort. "No one."
"Wandering Thoughts"
Hermione felt so groggy. Her head was spinning from a nauseating pain on the back of her head. She woke up, her eyes focusing on a familiar sight. She was lying in a bed in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.
"You're awake." came the voice of Madame Pompfrey.
She bustled over to Hermione, taking a spoon and a bottle of some green liquid with her.
"Here, take this. It will help that pain in your head." she said while filling the spoon up with the liquid and handing it to Hermione.
Hermione swallowed the liquid. It had a chalky taste to it.
"Can I get up?" she asked.
"Yes. You have been out for nearly two days." said Madame Pompfrey.
Hermione stepped out of the bed, feeling her legs wobble. She noticed she was still wearing the dress she wore on Christmas. Her robes were hanging on a chair. She took her wand out and carefully took off the dress. Hermione put on a pair of gray sweats and a purple sweater. She carefully put the dress away in a box Madam Pompfrey gave her.
Hermione left the hospital wing and went straight to find Professor Dumbledore. She found him talking to Nearly Headless Nick. She waited until Nick floated away
"Um, Professor Dumbledore?" she asked.
"I see you are up and about." said Dumbledore.
"Could you please keep this on your office. It has my dress in it." she said.
Dumbledore took the box.
"Most gladly." he said.
He noticed the ring on her finger.
"What is that?" he asked, pointing to the ring.
Hermione followed his gaze and quickly put her hand down by her side.
"Oh, it's just a ring I found at the house." lied Hermione.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Very well. Ron has returned home, but Harry is still here. He's teaching for Professor Lupin until the full moon passes." said Dumbledore.
Hermione watched as Dumbledore walked away. She knew she should have told him that Tom asked her to marry him, but she didn't and she didn't know why. She found Harry in the empty Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom putting away books.
"Hey Harry." she said.
"Hermione." said Harry.
He came around from behind his desk and gave Hermione a hug.
"I'm so glad you're alright." he said.
"I'm glad you are too." said Hermione. "I wish my parents were here. I haven't seen them or spoke to them since my birthday."
"Well, don't worry. They should be arriving here tonight. Dumbledore thinks they'll be very safe here. There's been several attacks in the last two days alone." said Harry.
"Where at?" Hermione asked.
"Near Paris." said Harry. "A lot of deaths as well."
Hermione's heart jumped into her throat. Were innocent people dying because Tom was outraged that she was gone?
"It's my fault." said Hermione. "He's mad because I am gone."
"No Hermione, you mustn't blame yourself. Voldemort was always sinister and pitiless. Don't go saying you're the reason he's that way. Blame it on his childhood, his past, his need to destroy all those that reminded him of his muggle father who abandoned his mother."
Hermione felt that in a way, it was her fault he was that way. She felt that long ago, when she died, that he turned for the worse, becoming more sinister and bloodthirsty than ever before.
"Oh, there's our baby!" cried a woman's voice.
Hermione spun around and was crushed in a hug by her parents.
"Mom, Dad, you're killing me." choked Hermione.
Her parents let go of her.
"We were so worried about you. Dumbledore said that you were on some top- secret mission." said her mother.
"Glad your alright." said her father, giving her another hug.
"I missed you so much." Hermione said to her parents, kissing them each. "I was afraid I'd never see you again."
"We were too, honey. We were too." cooed her parents."
Hermione and her parents spent a long time catching up on various things. Dumbledore had prepared an empty, unused classroom as a guestroom for Hermione and her parents. She showed her parents around Hogwarts and met some of the teachers. They chatted about little things like classes, the weather, and surprisingly, quidditch. They watched a quidditch match against Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Hermione introduced her parents to some of the ghosts and house elves.
After a long day, Hermione and her parents returned back to their guestroom. It was very cozy, like a small apartment. It had two separate bedrooms, a small bathroom, a kitchen, and a small living room.
"We had such a wonderful day." said her mother while kicking off her shoes.
"Yeah." said Hermione, kissing her parents goodnight, taking the smallest bedroom, climbing into a bed.
She sat lay and waited until her parents where fast asleep. Her wedding ring twirled around her finger. She wondered what would happened if her parents ever became suspicious of the ring, wondering if their only daughter and only child was to be married. They would also be very curious as to who the suitor was.
"Hey Mom and Dad, meet my fiancé, Lord Voldemort. Yeah, he's evil, but I love him." Hermione thought. 'Yeah right, they'd probably send me to the loony bin or disown me or something.'
Her thoughts drifted far away. She missed him. Where was he? Was he all right? Does he miss her? Was he angry with her? Does he still love her? She soon fell asleep, seeing his face, feeling his touch.
"Avada Kedavra!" hissed a high cold voice.
A muggle police officer dropped dead. Voldemort stood over him, his eyes burning with rage. He looked over the many dead bodies in the muggle shop. His Death Eaters were finishing up their work of torture and killing.
His eyes wandered over the place. There was death and destruction everywhere. His mind, however, wandered away. His thoughts were on Hermione. Was she all right? Does she miss him? Was she angry with him?
"My Lord, come, we have more places to go." said Lucius Malfoy.
"I know." hissed Voldemort.
As they stepped out of the shop, a Death Eater conjured the Dark Mark above the store.
"No one is safe from my wrath." said Voldemort. "No one."