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Pairing: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger
Rating: MA
Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
"Well, I'm waiting," the tall rugged man said as he leaned on the doorway, happy to see Harry but angry to find his favorite student nowhere in the room. Remus Lupin was not a man to be messed with and Harry as well as Ron knew that personally. The were was not a friendly person to be around when he was mad, or distressed, or when you took his chocolate. The list could really go on.
"Mr. Weasley, tell Professor Lupin what you told us," Snape said angrily to Ron, "Or perhaps I could ask Professor Moody to give you all a lesson on The Unforgivable Curses again."
The treat hung heavily in the air and both the Gryffindors and Slytherins began to yell at Ron. Begging him to tell Remus, because they for one didn't want to see the spell that had taken away Hogwart's finest student. The silence that the stubborn Weasley gave off was all the answer Remus needed. The little git just didn't want to get in trouble.
That was something Harry was not going to take.
"Tell him Ron! Tell him about everything you said about Hermione! What are you afraid of? Getting a little howler from mummy or getting detention!", he yelled as Ron looked away indignantly. His red ears had shone the embarressment he felt at the moment.
Why couldn't they see his side of the story?
"That's it. I'm out," Harry said, gathering his stuff he made way for the door. His green eyes aflame with hatred towards his fellow Gryffindor.
"Harry, where are you going?", Remus asked him when he reached the door. Harry looked back once and said, "To see Hermione."
Across the castle the said siren lain in her infirmary bed, a monitoring spell had been put on her to notify Madame Pomfrey of any changes in her heart and brain. Her ever present shadow sat next to her, his eyes haunted with grief. Viktor had taken on a haggard appearance in the weeks following the incident, a small unkempt beard had grown on his chin.
He was usually forced by Asen or others to eat, sleep, and bathe.
It had pained Viktor to see that there was no change in Hermione, the only difference from the first night was that her magic had calmed itself. Her injuries were now a faded memory, all they needed now was for her to wake. Her brain waves were at a normal functioning state for any human, but it seemed as though one part of her psyche refuses to wake.
There was not charm, curse, or potion to cure for that.
He had high hopes for her to awake, but hope was a dangerous thing. It kept you going and going, never stopping and always determined. Though, sometimes it was a good thing but it wouldn't always guarantee a fall through. He was afraid that if he kept on hoping she would never wake up, so he didn't hope. It built you up before you can come tumbling down.
Though others around him did, Viktor was afraid for them as well.
As a result he missed her, desperately. It was only an ache in his heart, but if he had dared to hope then the Bulgarian's heart would surely be broken if something were to happen to her.
What if she never gets better? What would they do then?
"Hey Mate. Any changes yet?", a voice behind him said, though Viktor knew who it was. He shook his head and Harry sat in the other seat that was opposite to him, a dark look on his face. "I need to ask a favor of you Viktor," Harry said, breaking the dark silence that loomed over the two.
"Vhat is it comrade?", he asked, not really caring at this point. Why should he have to listen? What could he possibly gain from it? One minute Viktor was on top of the world, an upcoming Quidditch season, a beautiful girlfriend (or as she liked to call it 'mate'), and possibly the Tri-Wiz Cup in said 'mate's' hands. The next he was down in the dirt, his mate in a coma, he was given leave from Quidditch, and the Tri-Wix Cup had caused all the problems he was going through.
"Since you are an international Quidditch player, I was wondering if you could pay for Hermione's surgery. My friend, Moony, said that he possibly found a way for them to wake her up. But its out of our budgets, and the Longbottom's don't have a legal custody of her it'll have to come out of her account or the person she is with," he informed him and Viktor only nodded.
He sat there letting the information sink in, weighing both the pros and the cons. What would happen if all failed and Hermione never woke up? What if all went well? Would he risk her life, her future, on a whim?
Take the Chance! Save mate!
Viktor barely had time to register the fact that he was agreeing to the plan Harry and his friend Moony had devised. It confused him though, Harry was the sole heir to the Potter fortune but had asked him for the money to give Hermione a surgery.
"Comrade, not to be how you say... rude. Vhy ask me for money vhen you are heir to big Potter fortune?", Harry looked shocked. It was as if he had not heard of the Potter Fortune, but the genuine shock in his emerald eyes had told Viktor that the English teen truly had no idea.
"I knew that they left a little nest egg, but that was only enough to get me through Hogwarts! Professor Dumbledore said that was the only account they had to be honest. What do you mean huge Potter fortune?", Harry demanded, desperate to know anything about his parents.
A voice stopped the Bulgarian from saying anything more, " , I think it is best to not meddle in the problems of others." Dumbledore stood in the doorway of the infirmary, his bright indigo robes stood out in the bleak room. He made his way to the little group, and smiled brightly to the sleeping siren.
A strong hand had landed itself on the shoulder of the Headmaster. "I believe you haff something to tell Harry," Viktor glared as he stood up fromt he chair.
"You may be strong vizard, but the strong vill fall and they haff fallen. I am not afraid of you."
~.~.~.
Viktor!
No matter how much she screamed for him the Bulgarian never came. Hermione could remember the blistering heat, the bright lights, and the familiar pull through time.
In no time at all Hermione stood in the Hogwarts Infirmary, and she saw one person who she would need the most. "Harry!", she yelled as she ran forward to the raven headed boy, but stopped short. He wasn't her Harry, though he looked like a replica of her brother.
His hazel eyes shot up at the sound of a name being called, a puzzled look came over his face as he settled eyes on Hermione. The wire framed glasses held a glare on them from the moonlight streaming through the windows. He stood from his chair, which was set next to a certain Black's bed.
"Lyra?", he asked as he stepped forward. There was a problem though, her mother was lying in that bed, a wet cloth over her forehead.
"No you're not her, who are you?", he was certainly not Harry, his voice was almost rougher than Harry's. His stance in front of the bed became protective, as if she was a threat. She opened her mouth to answer but no sound came out, how could she talk to her future father? She had never met him, and Harry could hardly remember him.
"Tell me now, before I get Dumbledore," James threatened, as if daring her not to follow his specific orders.
"Hermione."
"Hermione who?"
She swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, "Hermione Dorea Black-Potter is my birth name, but when I was adopted I was named Hermione Jane Granger."
His jaw dropped and he exclaimed, "Potter?" She nodded somely, and wrapped her wings around her arms. The night air cut the two's skins but neither said anything. He only stared in shock at her vibrant blue tattoos, the one that matched Lyra's to the last swirl below her eye.
"Is she-"
"Yes."
"Am I-"
"Yes."
He only nodded and went to sit down before Hermione spoke again, "Don't worry though, I was an accident. But a beautiful one at that, my half-brother Harry is your legitimate child." James' growled at the word accident but Hermione either didn't care or didn't notice.
"Don't call yourself an accident! No one in this world is," he said, not believing that his own daughter would call herself that. "In your world maybe, but not the real world," she whispered.
"And how do you know what the real world is?"
"I felt it. That's why I'm here I guess."
"You guess?"
"Its a really long story."
"I have time."
So they sat by her mother's bed, and Hermione told her story. Neither aware of the Slytherin in that bed, awake as can be, listening along to the story. Her eyes widened at her imminent future, but she didn't move from her spot on the bed and kept on listening.
Soon Hermione was grateful to see that James had fallen asleep, but kept talking. For her mother's sake, ohh her mother, how she wanted her Muggle mother back so desperately. "Then the Cup portkeyed me to a graveyard, and in that graveyard was Harry and Cedric. Both bound and tortured, but I was different. Voldemort wasn't content with one Crucio, he craved an onslaught of them.
It was the worst pain I ever felt time the number of stars in the sky. The worst part was that Harry was forced to watch while Cedric was given the luxury to fall unconscious. I too fell to the black, but you want to know that worst part Mother? My mate isn't here with me, he is awake. Not in this dreamland like I am, though I don't want to take a risk. Just know that I love you and Father, Obliviate," Hermione pointed her wand at both James and Lyra.
The white memories leaked out their heads, and Hermione dispelled them. Not wanting them to ever find them, and after she did so the familiar pull of time travel tugged on her navel and she was trust away from her parents.
She didn't know that she was actually back in time, and that she had altered it. If her body and soul were sent back then she would have gone unnoticed, but her soul was stronger than the body and it affected the space time continum, but for the better.
Somewhere in the minds of Lyra and James they knew what would come of a coupling as their's, but its not like it would matter. Her family was known for its incestrial lines after all.
Three years after the siren had messed with space and time, Lyra had found herself pregnant. With her distant cousin's child, and the soul of that child was now stuck in limbo. Waiting to be taken out of the lonely hell she was trapped in.
~.~.~.
"Surgery was a success Mr. Potter, Mr. Krum she's waiting for the both of you as we speak," a nurse informed the two males in the waiting room of St. Mungos. Viktor absolutely hated this place, with a burning passion of two thousand suns.
Though the only thing hat kept him from bolting out of the hospital was the beauty hidden behind one of these doors. It was break for the English and French students, the Bulgarians had returned to their school long ago in May. It was now late June, and there were minor changes in Hermione's brain wave activities. Though they were too few and in between, by now many had lost the hope they had to see Hermione smile once more.
Viktor however seemed to find hope.
He had waited many weeks, days, and months for her eyes to open. He had a feeling deep in his heart that today was the day, though he didn't want to get too hopeful. Both Harry and Viktor got up and went to Hermione's room, a smile on their face when they opened the door.
To their surprise she was there.
Smiling at them, almost serene like.
"Viktor? Harry?", she asked a bright smile flitting across their faces and hers as well. The two launched themselves at her bed, careful not to bang her bandaged head.
"Ve missed you Hermione!"
"Don't scare us like that again!"
They were worried for her, as was she for them. Her happiness spread out far and wide, all because Viktor had learned to say her name properly.
~.~.~.
She loved them she really did, but Hermione hated the way they treated her. It was as if she was going to break into little pieces and scatter in the wind.
She had lived through the Cruciatus and went to Hell and back, but they couldn't understand that she could care for herself. Neville had shown her around the Longbottom estate after she was discharged from St. Mungos, and he had abrely left her side.
Augusta was no different, always watching over the siren with her hawk like gaze. She treated Hermione just like Neville, and never let the two out of her sight. Harry had been taken to go see Sirius after a false accusation was set upon him for perfroming the Patronus charm to keep his cousin safe.
Remus and Tonks had cleared it up just fine, though Hermione was feeling lonely.
Everyone had their destined one or loved ones around but Hermione felt empty without Viktor by her side. He had left for the Quidditch season, and was unable to bring her without Madame Longbottom's permission. Ever since Hermione was taken right under the witch's gaze Augusta never let her go into public alone.
Or ever to be honest.
So when Viktor had asked the permission for his mate to join him as he went all around Europe, he had been harshly denied.
The only things that kept her sane was the letters he sent her. Each and everyone of them smelt like Viktor and she kept them all in the drawers of her room's desk.
Though she had no clue who the newest teacher at Hogwarts was going to be, but she had heard from Neville that the new teacher was teaching in place of Madame Hooch. Who left the castle after the attacks in the Tri-Wiz Tournament, and returned to her station of the Australian Quidditch team.
As if on coincidence Viktor said he was leaving the Bulgarian Quidditch team after the season ended in August.
She wondered which job he got.
I know I'm late with this chapter but I finally found some inspiration and wrote this chapter. I hope you all like it.
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