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"'Mione! Light of my afterlife! You sure are a sight for sore eyes!" Sirius grabbed Hermione in a big bear hug and twirled her around, causing her to giggle. "Seriously though.. and no bad puns on that 'Mione, there isn't time, how have you let yourself get to this point without getting help girl? You were raised in the muggle world and know there are healers and others out there going through situations somewhat similar to you. Why did you not seek help?" Sirius and the adorable girl had sat in two of the chairs and awaited her response. Sirius' eyes held warmth and concern, and the girl's eyes matched the curiosity that could be seen in Hermione's own.
"Honestly? I initially felt it was something I could handle on my own. I mean, I am heralded as the smartest witch of my age, I'm a war hero, why shouldn't I be able to fix my own doubts and feelings about my life? And by the time that I realized somewhere deep, deep, deep, down, that I could benefit from talking with someone, I just didn't care anymore. I don't care anymore. I don't want to be a burden to anyone Sirius. And that's all I am. My friends and family are here. But apparently, I'm not allowed to join them here either. There just isn't a place for me." Hermione was starting tear up and hyperventilate as the possible consequences of her actions set in.
"'Mione, hush now, don't cry. Pay careful attention and take heed of what I am telling you. Listen with your heart, not your formidable brain ok? Don't use logic, don't think, just close your mind, and feel. Can you do that for me?" Hermione nodded.
"You, Hermione Jane Snape, nee Granger, are one of the earth's most loved persons. You have shut yourself off from your friends, the Weasleys, Neville, Dumbledore, Poppy, the Patil twins, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, the Finnegans, the Thomases, Malfoy's, and Boots, just to name a few. You know these people love you and miss you. Ginny and Molly alone think of you every day and hope that you call them. Do you remember telling them you needed time alone to think and you'd contact them when you were ready? They are so worried about you that Ginny has even volunteered to help Molly cook! And you know Ginny refuses to step foot in a kitchen!" Hermione opened her eyes in shock and looked at Sirius silently asking him to confirm what she just heard.
Sirius came over and knelt in front of her. He took her face, full of self doubt and heartbreak into his cold hands and looked directly into her eyes, speaking as if soul to soul. "It's true and you know it Hermione! I know you feel lousy and unwanted and unloved sweetheart, but you aren't paying attention to your heart. You have essentially allowed one person's inability to articulate emotions to be forecast upon everyone, and have made yourself one sick little puppy. Find yourself again Hermione. Read your books. Discuss your findings. You live in an enormous castle filled with intelligent people. Write your book. It will do you wonders in form of therapy and will let the world know about your best friends. It will help you see the friends who silently surround you. You may not have the adventures of youth anymore Hermione, you had to grow up so fast. But there are many, many more accomplishments to be made in the world, each one an adventure in and of itself."
Hermione had tears running from her eyes as she listened to Sirius. Her heart, which she honestly believed could not be broken any further, was shattering once again. "I can't Sirius. I can't hurt anymore. I want to live a long happy life. I want happiness. I want children giggling and making so much trouble that I wonder if it isn't Harry, Ron, or you reincarnated. I want to be able to find myself and be strong again. But I'm not. I don't know how to be that person anymore. Not as things stand right now."
Sirius sighed in relief and pulled Hermione in a tight hug. "You just proved to yourself that yes you can do just that Hermione. Did you hear yourself? You said you wanted to live. Which is good. Because your time is almost up. It's either that, or suicide ridge. And Hermione, if you think it's been bad, suicide ridge is worse than a lifetime of unhappiness. It's an eternity of heartbreak because there is no second chances in that place."
"What about Severus though Sirius? " she asked. "I need to know about Severus. "
"Allow me to introduce your next speaker then Hermione. She'll tell you all about your snarky potions master. This my dear, is Blair. And I can tell you that she has been most anxious to speak with you since we learned of your visit here."
Hermione and Blair just stared at one another, neither able to speak as they took in each other's appearance. As Hermione notice similarities between Blair and Severus, and Blair and herself, her heart leapt with joy, and just as suddenly filled with despair.
"I was pregnant wasn't I?"
"Yes, you were. However, please do not feel despair over losing the child. It was not yet meant to be. I am only a representative of what is possible. My name means "dweller on the plain" and I am not exactly your daughter, but I resemble what your first born most likely would appear at the age of seven. There will be, of course, a few variances, as we can not allow you to see the precise future. "
Hermione nodded and sat down once again as her knees finally would not support her anymore.
Blair continued. "You ask about your husband, but you already know the answer. You seek reassurance that he loves you because you do not wish to hear rejection directly from him. That fear of rejection, Mrs. Snape, is just your inner boggart. Do not allow your insecurities to overtake you anymore. You are to strong of a person, of a witch, to be here, now or anytime in the near future. Now, you have exactly enough time to say good-bye to Sirius before you make your final decision and leave our plain. I know you wanted to see your family Mrs. Snape, but you simply do not have the time to visit with everyone on this plain. Sirius was elected as your family representative because he was a parental figure for a short amount of time and is familiar with your situation. Make your decision Madam Snape. Will you return and live as you have professed to want? Or shall you forego a lifetime of unhappiness for eternal heartbreak?"
Hermione walked over to Sirius and gave him one last hug. She pulled away from him with her decision in mind, requested, "Tell Mum and Dad I'm sorry and I love them," and was once again enveloped in an opaque white fog.