Thanks for everything guys! So this chapter is set a week or two after the wedding. Sorry I was gone for a while, around this far in a story I get writer's block and it sucks.
Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling so I don't own Harry and I'm not Tim Burton so I don't own a Nightmare Before Christmas. All I own is the story plot.
"Thanks for helping me with the boxes." Hermione said as George took a heavy box out of her hands. It had been a week since the wedding and Hermione finally decided to move her things into George's apartment above the shop. Fred had moved out a while ago and moved in with Angelina. George showed Hermione to her new room. George leaned against the door frame watching Hermione observe the room. "Do you need any help?" Hermione turned to George's direction and gave him a small but warm smile. "No thanks George. You already done enough." George went back down to open the shop,"Okay, call if you need anything." .
Hermione grabbed her wand from her beaded purse. She tapped the wall and it turned into a soft green. She tapped it again and it turned into a bright red, then a orange, and finally a light acapulco. Hermione took out her shrunken bed from a box and was a dark chocolate bed large enough for a full sized mattress. She did the same thing to her dresser and night stand, which matched the shade of her bed. She looked around and was a little sad. The furniture was from Hermione's old house, before she changed her parents memories, and it was bringing back memories. She brushed a tear that slipped from her eyes and started grabbing things from the boxes.
She pulled out some of her clothes and folded them into her dresser. Hermione stopped when she noticed a book at the bottom of the was her old scrapbook she had made with Ginny. She flipped through the pages looking at some old photos, both moving and not moving. Hermione stopped at one picture of the whole group. Colin Creevey had taken it back in Hermione's third year.
Everyone was sitting near the Black Lake. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat under a tree shielding them from the blazing sun. It was an unusual hot May day. Ginny sat next to Harry laughing at what ever Fred had said but her eyes occasionally drifted to Harry. Fred sat on one of the low branches while George sat next to Hermione and Ron. George was telling her and Ron about a prank he and Fred pulled on Filch. Hermione was laughing so hard her sides hurt while Ron was snorting and laughing at the same time.
Hermione smiled at the picture. It reminded her of a simpler time before Voldemort came to power, when all she had to worry about were the twins' products, homework, and her end of the year exams. She looked at the picture once more and noticed something she didn't before. Hermione gaze fell on George. In the picture he still was telling the prank but Hermione noticed that he kept stealing glances at her like Ginny was doing to Harry. 'Hmm that seems odd.' Hermione questioned to herself. She looked one last time before putting the scrapbook on the night stand. Hermione went back to putting her belongs away.
It took a couple of hours but Hermione finished her room and she was getting hungry. Hermione went to the kitchen and looked through for food. She decided to make spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. George had walked in by the time she was done. "Hey George!" Hermione greeted as she set the last plate on the little dinner table. "What's this?" he questioned as he dumped his shoes near the door. "Well I decided to make dinner. Is that alright?" George nodded and sat down. He took in the scent of the spaghetti and it made his stomach growl. They ate and talked, mostly George who talked about his day at work. When they finished, Hermione took the plates but George stopped her. "I've got those. You made dinner, at least let me do the dishes."
Hermione made her way to the couch and turned on the small television. Fred and George had bought it after one day their dad told them about it. She turned it on and flipped through channels until she spotted one that caught her interest. George joined her a while little. "What are you watching?" he asked. George watched a unnaturally tall skeleton started to sing. It looked cool and caught his interest.
"It's a movie called The Nightmare Before Christmas." she said but Hermione's focus was on the movie. "What's it about?" he asked. "It's about a skeleton who is bored about his life in this place called Halloweentown." George nodded and turned his attention back to the movie. They watched as Jack discovered Christmastown to when he rescued Santa Clause and Sally from the evil Oogie Boogie. George watched as Jack noticed Sally had left. The scene changed to when Jack is making his way up the weird looking hill.
"Mya, what is he doing?" George whispered. He waited a minute for her to answer but there was none. He turned his head to see Hermione had fallen asleep. George looked at her amusingly. She was snoring softly with her head laying on her crossed arms against the couch arm. He stared at her beauty but nudge her arm anyways trying to wake her up.
Hermione mumbled something George couldn't understand but kept sleeping. George scooped Hermione into his arms and carried her back to her room. He laid her gentle on her bed and tucked her in. "Goodnight Hermione," he bent down and kissed her forehead, "sweet dreams." He closed the door behind him softly before retreating back to his own room.
Footsteps and cackling, was all Hermione could hear. Her heart felt as though it was going to burst as she ran from the dark figures following her. "Expellamus!" one of the figures shouted, sending the spell Hermione's way. She dodged it just in time and kept running no matter how much her lungs begged her to stop. Hermione turned a corner and looked around to see if there were any other doors to escape. Unfortunately, it seemed luck didn't like her today since there were no doors. "Petrificus Totalus!"
This time it was a woman's voice who had said the curse. Hermione fell onto the cold concrete floor. The two figures stepped out of the shadows and Hermione heavy breathing stopped and her eyes widened. There stood, to her surprise, Bellatrix Lestrange in the flesh with that evil smile of hers. Next to her was Yaxley glancing down at her with a gleam in his eyes that she couldn't put her finger on.
Bellatrix circled around Hermione's body slowly, her long black dress gliding behind her. She kicked Hermione's wand out of reach. "Hmm what to do, what to do." Bellatrix voice echoed around the walls. She pointed her wand at Hermione and released her from the body-binding curse. Before Hermione could make a dive for her wand, Yaxley took out his wand. "CRUCIO!"
Hermione felt her body being stabbed with hundreds of knives. She tried to hold the screams in not wanting to give the evil woman towering over her the satisfaction of hearing her in pain. It soon stopped and Hermione could hear their voices. "Is the mudblood hurt?" Bellatrix asked in a sickly-sweet voice. Taunting her with every word. "Don't worry, your going to be feeling worst soon. Very very soon!" Hermione noted the threat in her statement. Bellatrix turned to Yaxley. Hermione reached her hand out and tried to retrieve her wand. It was only a couple of feet away. She inched toward it.
"Let's go Yaxley." Bellatrix was already heading the other way. "One moment." Yaxley took his wand back at and pointed it in Hermione's direction. "Crucio!"
Hermione shot up from her bed covered in sweat. Her breathing was rapid and she was shaking with fear. The dream or more like nightmare was so real. Hermione couldn't get it out of her head especially Bellatrix's laugh. The one thing that stood out the most was her threat. "What did she mean by soon?" she whispered out loud.
Hmm not how I thought this chapter was going to go. Thanks for everything guys and again I'm sorry for not updating for a while. You guys are still awesome. So I'm going to go but if you've read my one-shot, I have a poll to see if I should continue it after I finish this story or if I shouldn't. Please vote and if you haven't read it you should. Okay now I'm going to go. Bye!