Love.
Is supposedly a positive emotion of deep affection and devotion towards another.
Positive.
All I feel when I love, is pain.
And pain is a negative feeling.
Hermione placed a hand over her chest, it was still tender. She closed her eyes as the elevator carried her slowly down to the ground floor. She walked through the waiting room and when she focused on what was before her she felt her heart ache.
Emerald.
He looked up and his face displayed shock, but slowly a warmth and deep affection looked upon her. Hermione looked down as she approached him, her bag clutched in the vice grip that was her hands.
Love.
Is Hermione.
Harry watched her walk towards him slowly, as if unsure if she should be. She had met his gaze once and then turned it to the floor, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
Once she was within his reach he noticed how white her knuckles were around the leather straps of her shoulder bag. He reached forward and placed his hand over her clenched fist. Hermione froze under his fingertips and Harry tried to catch her gaze.
She slowly looked up and Harry saw the darkness of pain in them and he moved forward, not entirely sure if his actions would be welcomed. He wrapped his arms around her and once more her body grew stiff, as if in shock of the heat of his body.
Hermione was the first to pull away, tears brimming her eyelids.
"Mr. Potter. I must inform you that… Jonathon passed away late last night." Hermione whispered and Harry watched as a tear rolled innocently down her cheek. He reached forward and wiped it gently away with the pad of his thumb.
"He was a friend of yours?" Harry whispered and Hermione bit her lower lip.
"More than a friend." Hermione mumbled and Harry felt his heart begin to break.
Hermione saw his face fall and she moved past him, out into the bright light of muggle London. She felt his hand hold hers gently and then the familiar tug of apparation.
Hermione looked up and noticed the large black doors before her and sighed.
"You'd think they could choose better colours than dark and gloomy wouldn't you?" Hermione said to no one in particular and Harry chuckled.
"Well, generally court rooms aren't places of happiness." Hermione nodded her head in agreement and Harry opened the door for her. She seemed distant, and after that one moment in the hospital she refused to hold eye contact with him. Harry hated that fact. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." he whispered and watched a small smile grace her features.
The court room immediately grew deafly silent when they entered, Harry was used to it, however most, if not all of the attention was on the distraught looking Hermione Granger. She gently moved a stray curl that had escaped her tight bun from her face and decided to stare at the back of Harry's head as he lead her to the front row. In the centre of the room sat Marcus Flint whom turned his eyes onto Hermione the moment she entered.
She looked up and met his almost black eyes. He smiled a lop sided grin that showed off his yellow teeth. Hermione swallowed bile when he started talking to her.
"Hey mudblood… fancy a fuck with a real wizard? I'm sure I'm better than that blood traitor Weasley." He smirked when she looked affronted, but his smirk instantly disappeared when Harry stood and approached him.
Hermione watched as the black haired man leant down, his eyes never leaving Hermione, and whispered in the bound mans ear.
Flint immediately froze and looked to the floor as Harry returned to his seat besides Hermione. The trial was very fast, Harry and Hermione were the only witnesses other than Flint, to speak. Hermione was last.
A man with long grey hair looked up from his papers. He sat besides Kingsley in the centre of the wizengamot. He surveyed Hermione critically for a moment and then spoke; his voice sent an icy chill down her spine.
What is he speaking for? He never questions witnesses! Harry thought as he watched the old man survey his love.
"Healer Granger. How exactly did Mr. Andrews die?" he inquired and Harry saw Hermione look up confused.
"From the satania curse, an ancient curse founded by-" he held up his hand to stop her.
"Tell me simply, exactly how Mr. Andrews died." He said and smirked when Hermione's eyes widened at where his line of questioning was going.
"Late last night he had an operation… he donated his-"
"- he gave a live donation of his heart. Surely you would have known he would die from this." The wizened old man inquired nastily.
"Yes but-"
"And from what I have before me it was on your orders that the operation took place."
"Yes however-"
"So in admitting you authorised such an action you are admitting that you assisted in the suicide of Mr. Jonathon Andrews?" Hermione swallowed when she heard the collective gasp that rang through the room. She turned and saw Harry's fearful expression from the front row and she felt a stray tear escape her and roll gently down her cheek. "Miss Granger?" Hermione turned to the man and whispered.
"Yes." Hermione looked down at her hands which were clasped tightly together. When she looked up she saw Kingsley's confused expression and the man beside him smiling gleefully.
"Then we can charge you with malpractice, the assistance in suicide and a breach of doctor patient … how can we say… guidelines." Hermione gasped in shock and Marcus Flint let out a bark of a laugh. The man looked upon her with dark beady eyes and Hermione felt anger rise within her.
The lights flickered and the man before hers smirk turned into a scowl when he felt the ground shake.
"Sir! That is a completely ridiculous accusation with absolutely NO merit!" Harry yelled in her defence, rising from his seat much to the pleasure of the media.
"If Mr. Potter could kindly take his seat." The man ordered and withdrew his wand binding Hermione immediately to her seat. "Therefore, Marcus Flint can only be charged with attempted murder, because the murder itself was committed by this young woman before us."
Kingsley looked apologetically to Hermione whom merely bowed her head.
"Take her to Azkaban."
"NO!" Harry bellowed and Hermione felt tears stream down her face.
"Harry!" she screamed as two wizards began to drag her away.
"Hermione?"
"MY DAUGHTER!" she screamed as the door slammed behind her.
Daughter?