AN: Hey guys, you don't have to read this part; the important stuff is at the bottom. It explains why this is so over due. Hope I came through with this fast enough. I tried my best with the grammar; my computer tells me everything is all good; I have a good Microsoft Word program, I also have word perfect so you can't say I wasn't trying. : P I put some new things on my profile, my myspace is also there; take a look at myspace profile.
I'd like to quote a very special person when I address "Jo". Dear "Jo" "a bullet sounds the same in every language so why don't you shut the hell up you stupid cow!" – S.G. Family Guy.
You don't have to fucking read my story; oh, yeah. Go fuck your self. If you want to be a bitch that's fine with me; whores don't need my permission to be who they are.
PS. For not doing a sighed review you're a fucking coward or just fucking lazy. How the hell do you suppose I make sense of this? "For the sake the writing..." get a life bitch. There are so many things wrong with that sentence, it's lost all mean.
" For the sake the writing and the english language, stop this fuckng story. This is one of the worst fic ever. Reading this is fucking pain. "
Oh PSS. LEARN HOW TO FUCKING SPELL YOU FUCKING RETARD. "English" "Fucking" don't forget the "I", sweetie. For the sake of English; get a fucking life and go to school. Bitch. Did you for get how to make a complete sentence? Before you give me advice, I'll give you some…you're a bitch and you caught me at a bad time. Don't review for this story again; stop fucking reading if you don't like it, bitch. I mean there must be something you have to do? Clean crap, make something, teabag someone? No? Then get the fuck away from my story. God I hate hypocrites, again please learn spell before you get on my bad side, I only have so much patience and right now it's all gone.
WELCOME TO MY LEARNATRUIM. HERE WE RELEARN THE THINGS FROM IN THE FIFTH GRADE.
Here is the correct version of "Jo's" review. No need to thank me "Jo". I'm happy to help the mentally challenged.
"For the sake of writing and the English language, stop this fucking story. This is one of the worst fic(s) ever; reading this is a fucking pain."
Well, not as much as it was reading your review.
Well, now to bring a good point to this story. (Wow, I was being a bitch there wasn't I? but ask my friends and you'll get "when are you not a bitch?")
"I think generally adults tend to forget that youth do know and understand pain and suffering, more so now than ever before. Television, the internet, books, and seeing it happen in real life to others really helps a child learn more about life than previous generations ever had the opportunity to do so.
However, if what BuckNC (no judgment intended) says is true anyone who has never been in the situation they are writing about can never truly understand how the character thinks or feels. This means that J. K. Rowling herself is wrong. After all, from what we know she has never had a dark lord trying to kill her. It also means any person who has ever written science fiction, fantasy, or most fiction in general is also in the wrong (fie on you, fan fiction writers, fie).
I believe you are at least nailing Hermione's feelings on the head. Though I myself have never been betrayed in such a manner, I have a good idea about how I would react.
Love the story. I hope you continue writing regardless of any negative or off putting feedback you might receive.
Obalesque"
I agree with Obalesque because that is a very good point; none of this is real and we're only doing this because we enjoy the book. At least that's why I do it, that and I want to be a writer. I wrote this story and others because I love Harry Potter; I love the thought of getting lost in something so much that I could almost think it was real. Sometimes I wonder how an idea this…big and complex yet so enjoyable could be thought of. I wonder how J.K could have thought of this and kept the plot the same. So I don't care what BuckNc has to say or "Jo" (you're still a fucking coward), all I care about is my story and those who care, I thank you and I will not rest until I have finished every thought and story idea I have.
Monnbeam: okay. Thank you for the review and I'm really sorry about the long wait, but you'll like this chapter, I hope.
dragoneyes5000: yep, last chapter the plot was seen and I can't say more with out giving stuff away. But you'll enjoy.
Dawn.And.Twilight: thank you very much for your very kind words. Sorry about the long wait. I was going to do this thing that they do in Japan. Since I was insulted I was going to stop the story until I could forgive BuckNc but then I was fuck that; that would be so stupid.
asianhomiequeen101: yes, the twist, I hope, came as a shock? That's what I was hoping for.
Tween Idol: lol. Sorry about the long wait; I hope the chapter is long enough to make up for it. "Tears of joy for her baby's relationship". That had me laughing; a lot. Lol. Sometimes Molly can be a bitch; in my humblest opinion.
Thealphamale: this is totally Harry and Hermione, as I said I hate false advertising. A writer did that to me and I was so pissed off. She put the story as Draco and Hermione and it ended up being Ron and Hermione in the middle of the story! I was pissed off I stopped reading.
Snuffles Is My Idol o.O: okay. Thanks for the review and the words of kindness. Sorry about the long wait; was it worth it?
DISCLAIMER: don't own, Harry potter but I do own other stuff….like the characters and they're jobs and the money, don't forget the money. Never mind, I have no owner ship on Harry Potter. Cry.
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Take My Hand, And Follow Salvation
As I Apparated to the Burrow I was bum rushed with people, they were all calling my name, asking me questions and some were even giving me nasty looks. I backed away from them and made my way over to Harry who could be seen in the middle of a swarm of people. He looked pale and my heart ached just seeing him. As I made my way over I begin to question my reasons for being here, I knew I still loved him but would I be able to move on…without him?
I pushed people out of my way and stood in front of Harry. He looked so weak and child like. On impulse I took his hand in mine and felt his forehead; he was a little clammy and his hand was limp in my own. Worry over came me and I looked at the people around me. I saw, Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, Fleur, Lupin, Mad Eye Moody, Tonks, and a lot of press people that I did not know.
"What happened to him?" I asked angrily with a scowl on my face. I look at them all in turn expect Mrs. Weasley.
"Why don't you tell us?" Mrs. Weasley answered for the rest of the group.
"How should I know? The last I saw of Harry he was in bed with Ginny," I said coldly. A gasp of shock went around the room, mainly from the press. Soon flashes of light and quick quills in my face told me the press got over they're shock. Ginny blushed and bowed her head in what I hope was shame, torture and humiliation, lots of humiliation.
"So you found out, I'm sorry –"what ever Mrs. Weasley was going to say was cut off by my rage. She knew! She had known and hadn't the common decency to tell me about it. Who else knew? How long had I been playing the part of the fool? I looked at them all with sadness and hurt. I thought they were something akin to my family, I've know them since I was eleven.
"You knew? You knew about they're betrayal and didn't tell me? Even after what's happened Molly, I would have thought you'd forgive and forget. Ron and I were never together, despite what he may have told you," I looked over to the rest of the group not caring that the press had me quoted word for word.
"I am sick of wasting my time trying to mend things with you guys; it's not my fault I fell out of love with Ron and in love with Harry, okay? At some point I had hoped you'd forgive me but obviously I was a fool; in more ways than one," here I looked over at Ginny, her head now high, as though she had found justification for her actions.
"Ginny! You were friend! I let you stay at my house, eat with us, we even did holidays together, why?" there was no sadness in my voice and I truly felt none.
"I don't know Hermione, everything just seemed so right, it still does," she said, walking to Molly and leaning her head on her mother's shoulder.
"That's how you justify destroying my marriage?" I yelled. I wanted to scream, I wanted to break things again. My hand was itching to touch something breakable. I stomped my foot in anger and some part of me filled with hate as they all defended her actions. No one had come to my rescue when I had told them I didn't love Ron.
A part of my body burned with jealousy, while the other was torn between hate and sadness. Sad that the people I had know for years would do this to me, even Lupin. For months in third year I kept his secret, months of lying to protect him; and he lied to me. Were these the same people I used to know?
"Really Ginny, I would have expected more of you. But no matter, I only came to see what was wrong with Harry, not to fight or talk to you," I said as I looked back at Harry; our fingers still entwined.
"Well, after you used your wand on him, he was knocked unconscious. He only woke up once and so far ever thing has been wiped from his memory," Ginny said as tears poured from her eyes.
"Then why am I here? I'm sure you guys can fix it. If you'll move I'll be going on my vacation now," I said to Ginny and Molly.
"No! That's just it! Nothing will get him back to normal; we've tried everything and nothing helped. We were going to have mum take care of him but…" here Ginny's face turned sour.
"Seeing as – you're his – wife the doctors thought we get your – permission. If you just give us your permission we'll take care of everything and you can go on you're vacation," Ginny finished. Molly nodded her head.
"So let me see. You want me to entrust my husbands welfare in your hands? What kind of attention will he get? How will you pay for it most importantly?" I asked, sensing something not right amongst me.
"Well, you see that's why we need your permission. With your permission we can take care of him," Molly cut in.
"You've already said that. What I want to know is what kind of treatment will he be getting and how will you pay for it?" I yelled.
"do not think me a child Molly; I am after all, the smartest witch of my age," I said acidly.
"I see right through you. With my permission you get access to our bank account; allowing you unlimited access to our money…my answer is no, permission denied. Where is this doctor?" I said as I paced a few feet of the living room.
"Hermione! You don't even love him anymore! I know you guys are going to get a divorce; just let us take care of Harry, it's what's best," Tonks had spoken for the first time since I was there.
"You do not know 'what's best' Tonks. 'What's best' is you all mind your own business before I get into an unstable place of anger. Where is the damn doctor!" I yelled the last bit and a moan next to me could be heard. In all the fighting I forgot about Harry; his being had slipped into the furthest reaches of my mind. If I truly loved this man then why did I forget about him in such a vital time?
Ginny rushed to Harry's side and in her haste, I'm sure, to get to him she knocked me to the ground. I growled as I made my way to them, I squirmed with rage and jealousy; Ginny's hands roamed Harry's body with a heated passion; worry etched on her face. I made it to Harry's side to see him looking at Ginny and I felt small, a whimper of hurt came from my lips and caught Harry's attention; his head turned to me and his eyes glazed over for a few seconds.
He struggled to speak as he looked at me, his lips moving in a heated fashion; though no words were coming out. He grew frustrated and sat up on the cot. He cleared his throat, gaining Ginny's attention, like he didn't have it before. Again his lips moved and a heated battle between his tongue and his throat began.
"Harry?" Ginny asked attentively. I rolled my eyes; she acted as if he was going to rip her arm off. Ginny sat on the side of his cot and hugged him; my eyes flashed warningly. I licked my lips in an attempt to claim myself. Then I realized that this women, Ginny, was a threat to me. No matter if I got Harry back because she'd always be there to remind me of what I'd lost. Why had this not come to me sooner? Why was I being such a goddamn fool?
"We did a bad thing," Harry said but to whom was he talking? I looked at him in hope; maybe there could be something after all.
"Hermione, Ginny and I had an affair and it was wrong," Harry said to – Ginny. My eyes opened wide and the tingling feeling in my eyes told me I was about three seconds away from crying; Ginny looked confused and sad.
"It meant nothing, I was just so angry and I let it get too far; the first time shouldn't have happened and I'm sorry. I know you must hate me but I hope you can forgive me – don't cry Hermione; I love you," Harry said to Ginny, for she had started to cry. At his last words her tears came faster. Harry pulled her into a hug and she cried into his chest. That should be me, whispered a voice in my ear. I nodded my head and soon my tears came but no one was there to huge me, to comfort me, to hold me.
Soon my tears became sobs and I turned my head south and looked at the floor. I knew quite well now that the press was there and I had to at least, if not keep my husband, keep my dignity; however little of it I had left. As each tear streamed down my cheeks I tried to quiet my sobs and heart ache. No man had made me cry this much, except Ron. I heard a faint pop and wanted to look up but didn't. Soon arms encircled my waist and I was pulled into a male's chest.
"You okay?" Anthony asked in a hushed voice, as if he was soothing a newborn baby. I shook my head and cried in his chest. Wasn't anyone going to tell Harry that I was his wife? Wasn't anyone going to tell him I'm not Ginny? That he should be confessing his undying love for me not Ginny? Wasn't someone going to shake me from this nightmare?
I heard staged whispers from the press and felt my insides boil with anger and hatred. How dare them! I heard things like:
"So, they were both being deceitful?"
"I knew it wouldn't last!"
"Who gets the house?"
"What will happen now?"
"Oh, shut up! All of you! The only one being unfaithful in this marriage was Harry! Do not besmirch my name you evil, vile – "I was stopped by Anthony who had let go of me. My eyes searched for him and found him by Harry. Anthony gave Harry a withering glance and then looked at Ginny in his arms.
"You realize, don't you Harry, that this isn't your wife?" he asked as if discussing the weather or sports. Harry looked down at his arms at Ginny and gave her a puzzled look.
"Hermione? What is he talking about? I know you said he was a friend but – "Harry was cut of my Ginny.
"I'm not Hermione! I- I'm Ginny," she grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him a bit.
"Why don't you recognize me? You said y-you loved m-m-me! What happened? We were going to get married, have a life and beautiful babies; you said so! You promised!" she looked miserable and hopeless; and for a while I truly pitied her.
"But Hermione – "
"I'm not Hermione! Just tell me you love me, that's all I need to hear from you; please," she asked almost pathetically. Harry looked frightened but answered anyway.
"I love you, Hermione," and he leaned in to kiss Ginny but I interrupted with a slap to his face. My breathing was heavy and my heart thundered in my ears, throbbing against my ribcage. I felt the heat rise in my face as my eyes gleamed a malicious glint.
"How dare you! How dare you kiss another woman in front of me! How dare you treat me in such a way; I've done nothing but love you, caressed you as I have no one else; longed for you like no other, and you do this, in front of the press! I have loved like no other woman could, you said so; so why, after all we've been through, do this?" I shouted, raising my hand to smack him again only to have it restrained by Ginny.
"Don't hurt him! Please, I know you hate me right now and that you would rather have me killed than see me happy but please; don't hurt him," Ginny pleaded with me. I pulled my hand away from her grasp and stared her down.
"Our doctors will be by to take to Harry away, leave this alone, or else," I said with as much conviction I could muster in my state.
"Come on Hermione, let's get you ready," Anthony said as he grabbed my hand and began to pull me towards the door.
"When my lawyers and I get back with the doctor Harry better be ready," I said as I gave Molly the best glare I could while in motion. As we left I was fuming on the inside, the nerve of them. I was shaking with resentment, indignation and hurt. I had wanted to be held in Harry's arms like that, crying with a little happiness as he held me tightly. That hug was for me; those sweet words were for me, me and only me!
I felt like a teenager again; then again but muggle standards I was. I felt the jealousy seep into my bones and consume me; every part of my body ached for Harry; wanting what only he could give, needing him with an intense zeal.
"It's going to be okay," Anthony said, as if reading my thoughts. I nodded my head, though not believing.
"So I guess you want your lawyer," I nodded; he dropped my hand and pulled me in a hug.
"Later, tomorrow, I promise you; we're leaving for the promise land!" he said, I nodded my head, wanting to smile, hoping to smile but I didn't. I turned my head as I heard that pop that signaled Anthony's departure. I wasn't even thinking about where we were going, how we were getting there; just hoping to forget; if only a little. For the next half an hour I was with our lawyers, he contacted a doctor to go to the burrow. We drew up contracts incase anything went wrong.
We Apparated to the Burrow and found Harry waiting on the cot in the corner, press still there. Argon made his way over to Molly and reached into a brown manila folder and handed her the contracts he drew up, magically of course.
"This contract states that you have done everything in your power to try and get Harry's memory back but was unsuccessful. It also says that you will not interfere with anything Mrs. Potter seems fit; regarding Harry's health. Now, sign here, here and her," Argon said as he pointed to each spot. Molly looked offended and her infamous temper was getting the best of her.
"It's what's best," I said mocking them. Ginny's eyes glared at me and frankly I didn't care. I walked over to Harry and he looked at me closely. Confusion evident in his features; I smiled a sad smile.
"It's me, Hermione. Come with me; we're leaving," I held out my hand to him.
"Where are we going?" he asked confused; he didn't take my hand but instead moved closer to Ginny, I dropped my hand and scowled. I moved and let Argon explain to Harry; if I did I'd surely yell. Five minutes later Harry was ready to leave; very reluctant when he found out "Hermione" wouldn't be coming.
Argon left first and I grabbed onto Harry's hand and I was gone. As we Apparated back to the house I felt my skin crawl. I dropped Harry's hand and made my way out of the living room. Harry followed me seeing as he didn't have any idea what was going on. That got me to wondering how he knew he had an affair but didn't know anything else. I made a note to ask the doctor this.
I made my way to the guest bed room and left Harry there; he didn't seem to mind. For the next hour I went around the house I cleaned up the mess I made; magically of course. While cleaning my mind wonders about many things; almost all of them included Harry. I readied myself for a nap in the guest room away from Harry's. I plop down on the white linens sheets and fell asleep; shoes and all. I woke up to a knock, more of a bang, on the door.
"What?" I asked from my position on the bed, I didn't even bother moving, I was too tired. The door opened to reveal Harry and Anthony. I growled out a few colorful words and put a pillow over my head.
"Come on, it's time to leave. The promise land awaits us!" Anthony yelled from the door.
"Fuck the promise land," was my response. I looked at the clock on the wall left of me; five thirty AM. What was wrong with this picture? Not even I woke up this early! I looked to see if they had left; the room had gone quiet. I looked to see Harry and Anthony just staring at me. I squirmed at the unpleasantness; who wants to be looked at without reason.
I flipped on my stomach to block their gaze; I looked over my shoulder- they were still looking. I balled my hands to make fist and turned on my side, staring at the wall in front of me, suddenly getting sick looking at the green color of the wall. I sighed and got up.
"See, I knew you'd give in. now lets go! The plane leaves at seven forty five; we can't be late," Anthony said as he lead Harry and I into the kitchen. I looked puzzled and took a seat at the kitchen table.
"Why don't we just Apparate? Or use a Porkey?" I asked, trying to find a way I could get more sleep. I've never been this tired since the timer turner.
"Then you'd know where we're going, no fun in that!" was all I got.
"Are you guys going somewhere?" Harry asked timidly.
"No."
"Yes," I looked at Anthony; I raised an eyebrow in response to his "no".
"We,"he pointed to myself and him.
"Aren't going any where, we," he pointed to me, Harry and himself.
"Are going somewhere," I vaguely wondered how that sentence made any sense. My eyes flashed and I was up in an instant. Before I could get a word out Anthony cut me off.
"My mind is made up – and the tickets are already paid for, I can't sell them back," I folded my arms and turned my head.
"You don't want me to come, Ginny?" Harry asked.
"My name isn't Ginny!" I yelled and went to the guest room, slamming the door behind me.
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AN/ I'm ending here because I really want to get this chapter out. I wanted to get it out sooner but I was busy. I had to take care of a four year old boy for over a WEEK! I'm sorry; I'm scared for life; I had to bathe the kid. I'm not in anyway related to this child but my mom told his mom that I'D look after him! In the week of my birthday! I almost missed my own birthday party because I had to watch him. What I hated was the fact that she didn't even ask me! So I didn't have any fun last week and I missed everything my friends and I wanted to do. Every five seconds he wanted something, so I didn't have much time for my self. So again sorry!
As you can see, Molly isn't upset with Harry for taking Hermione but she's mad at Hermione because she thinks that Hermion lead Ron on. So she's talking to Harry but not Hermione. Who knew Molly could be so...what's the word I'm looking for? Vendictive.
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I'm going to do this because I fell in love with this song; I was watching a Sesshomaru video on and the song was on the video, I really thought it went well with the video. Here's crush by Mandy Moore; if you hate her please just review.
You know everything that I'm afraid of
You do everything i wish i did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you
I know i should tell you how i fell
I wish everyone would disappear
Every time time you call me, I'm too scared to be me
And I'm too shy to say
Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
And sometimes you tell me thing that i don't want to know
I just want to hold you
And you say exactly how you feel about her
And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way
Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
Ooh, I wish i could tell somebody
But there's no one to talk to, nobody knows
I've got a crush on you
A crush on you, I got a crush
You say everything that no one says
But i feel everything that you're afraid to feel
I will always want you, I will always love you
I've got a crush...
I'm such an Oreo.