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Someday

Chapter Six

"It's been five days, Edward." I didn't need the reminder and I rolled my shoulders in agitation. Jasper scowled at me.

"What do you want me to do? It's not like we can just ask her to get over it."

Jasper rolled his eyes at me and I heard Rosalie huff at the statement from another room. "Of course not but I don't know how much more I can handle. It's not healthy for her either, bottling it up like that. She needs to talk to someone about it."

Three days ago we had started putting pieces of the mystery, that is Hermione Granger, together. Carlisle had done a bit of research and gotten in contact with some old friends. One of them managed to snag a paper called The Daily Prophet and sent it to us. The front page was splashed with a huge picture of a black haired boy in glasses and proclaimed him their savior.

It was rather shocking to learn that the eighteen-year-old girl staying with us had been through a war. We knew the paper didn't have all of the details or the full story; they never did after all. From what Jasper picked up from her emotions and the snippets I caught in her head, we knew it was much worse.

The family's reactions varied. Alice pitied her, which only rankled Jasper more. He seemed more sullen and withdrawn. He kept playing his own days spent in war through his head and there was a bitter tinge to the memories. I may not have had his gift but even I could tell he felt ashamed of his actions. Jasper had worked hard to leave that part of his life behind him and move forward. Alice was worried about him and they kept their distance from her as much as possible. I didn't blame either one of them.

Rosalie sympathized with the girl. When she wasn't helping Lavender, she would sit and just keep the girl company or talk to her. It was odd since I had never really seen Rosalie take to someone like that unless she had ulterior motives. She even encouraged Emmett when he would plan something to distract her or try to cheer her up. Sometimes it worked, other times it made her more sad, nostalgic even. She'd picture boys with red hair and freckles and withdraw back into herself.

Esme sometimes had the same effect on her. She felt genuinely sorry for her and reacted by trying to mother the girl. Lavender took to her more warmly than Hermione. She didn't seem as touched by the war as the other girl and was more open to healing from it. Hermione never snubbed Esme though. She seemed to want the comfort but she kept comparing Esme to a Mrs. Weasley. Yesterday she had slipped when thanking her and almost called her by that name before she caught herself.

Carlisle on the other hand was dying to ask her questions about healing. He restrained himself after the first conversation however. She had been explaining some healing potions to him, how they worked, what they did, when she suddenly clammed up. There was a brief, violent image in her head of another red headed boy. He was sickly pale and lying on the ground with part of his arm missing. Hermione was franticly trying to help him and then suddenly her mind went blank. It had startled me. I had never met anyone who could just cut off a thought and just… not think. Carlisle stopped asking questions after that and decided to brush up on psychology. I didn't blame him.

Bella seemed to make the most progress with her. I was quite surprised by it. She would just chat to her about everyday things. Keep her up to date on the town news and tell her about Charlie's fishing trip. The mundane seemed to help. I think it reminded her that whatever affected her, didn't touch the whole world. It might have almost destroyed her world, but the rest of us were safe from it. She would always smile a bit more after her chats with Bella. I was thankful that someone was able to help at least a little, and proud that it would be my Bella.

Renesmee didn't know the whole story but she knew enough to not ask questions. She was such an observant child and after the conversation in the kitchen she kept her questions for Lavender. After a day of observing, she took her mothers approach and started to chat with Hermione about normal day-to-day things. Every now and then she would ask a question about the magical world and creatures. Hermione had smiled at her as they talked about unicorns. It looked liked she was starting to remember a few of the things that made magic wonderful. While it helped sometimes, it just as often didn't. Sometimes she would start explaining something with a soft smile on her face, and in the next moment her eyes appeared haunted. Renesmee always quickly changed the subject.

"I don't know if that's going to do any good though. Any time someone even accidently brings something up she closes herself off. She won't be here long enough for us to really do any good anyway. I don't think we should poke this one." I replied to Jasper's statement.

Carlisle looked pained by what I had said. I knew he hated not being able to help a patient, and to him, the world was his patient. But I thought we'd end up doing more harm than good with her in the amount of time we had. Lavender was due in eight days.

After a few more arguments on both sides, the family agreed that they wouldn't push her or ask too many more questions. I could tell it was a hard decision for them to come to, but you can't fix everyone.

I looked out of the window and watched the rain. I'd always loved the rain. I found it soothing and calm. Things always seemed fresher and looked brighter after it had rained. I was hoping that would still be true.

Over the last few days I stocked up on some extra blood for Lavender and made sure I had any potion she could possibly need for the birth and after. I had gotten distracted while making the blood-replensher potion, wondering how it would affect vampires. I thought maybe Carlisle would be interested in helping me run a few tests with me. Not that I'd asked yet; He seemed uncomfortable in my presence. Still, I saw him more than Jasper or Alice. Those two seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth.

I had asked Jacob if he had managed to talk to his elders yet. He told me they didn't feel comfortable revealing pack secrets. He was very apologetic about it and I could only assume that the elders had been quite vocal in their opinions. It upset me a bit but I couldn't really blame them. Besides, I was only going to be here for another week, two tops.

Carlisle had decided it would be safer to deliver a little earlier than Bella had. He told us of what had happened with the umbilical cord snapping and Lavender, ashen faced, had agreed to the time frame. Ah, speak of the devil.

"Hey Hermione."

I saw Lavender sit on the bed through the reflection in the window. "Hey Lavender. You doing okay?"

She smiled a bit, "I'm fine. I feel like I should be asking you that." She looked down at her lap and fiddled with her fingers. "You've done a lot for me Hermione. Even just staying here with me is more than I had any right to ask for."

I turned to face her fully. "No. Whatever happened in the past isn't that important. You were there Lavender. You could have left, but you stayed, you fought for us. It could have been anyone in your shoes and as long as they had done what you did I would have found a way to help them." I paused for a moment and gave a smirk, "Even Malfoy if he'd been able to pull his head out of his arse long enough to see what a little ferret he was being."

She gave a hiccuping laugh and we smiled at each other. It didn't last though. She seemed to have something on her mind and she was determined to talk to me about it.

"Still, you don't seem to be handling things well and I just wanted you to know that, after everything you've done for me, if there is anything I can do to help, even just to listen, I'm here for you." Her face reddened and I couldn't help but grin at her spiel.

"I don't think I could talk about it. That would make it real, and it can't be real." I shook my head, "I don't know if it's just being away from England, being out of touch with the wizarding world, and so far from anything that was touched by it. It just doesn't feel real." My eyes burned and the throat swelled with my unshed tears. I could feel it choking me.

Apparently she didn't know what to say. I'm sure that if she'd been able to hug me around her massive stomach she would have. As it was I'm almost positive that Rosalie was the one who helped her up the stairs. The thought of every vampire in the house being able to hear me was enough to sober me up. I shook myself.

Lavender looked so concerned and I could tell she was close to tears as well. I tried giving her a smile. "I'll write Harry and Ron later. Don't worry about me, okay?" I rubbed a hand over my eyes roughly. Acid roiled disgustingly in my stomach. I was making myself sick with grief.

She nodded her head slowly and I could tell that while she was hoping they would be able to help, she was still worried. Merlin, what has the world come to? I pass Lavender off to be cared for by a bunch of vampires and she is worried about my mental health. My thoughts paused for a moment and I chuckled over the irony.

I grabbed some parchment and a quill as she started getting ready for bed. In my letter I asked how everyone was holding up, how the reconstruction was going at Hogwarts, and more importantly, how they were doing. I was hoping the news they sent back would help me get my bearings.

Author's Notes:

Updates will be coming about once a week instead of once a day now. My son is back from his mini vacation with grandma so I won't have as much time as I had with the first five chapters.

Thank you nsheldonb, EagleHawk, and LittleFoot3 for your reviews. I was glad to read your thoughts on the story so far.

With Lavender's situation, I thought it more apt that she was the one Rosalie became closer too. And there are a lot of stories where Jasper and Hermione become friends because of his own war experience so I wanted to do something a little different. I could easily see him feeling unworthy of being her friend. He killed hundreds of humans in his war and was essentially one of 'the bad guys'. He's always felt guilty for what he did when he was with Maria so it's not a stretch that Hermione and what she went through, would make him uncomfortable and bring up bad memories of a life he tried to forget. And Hermione is in no state to make him feel better about that.

So what do you think about the Cullen's reactions? I'm trying to keep this as realistic as possible and I'd love some feedback.

Side note- J.K. Rowling said in an interview that whenever she has something to tell the reader, she lets Hermione or Dumbledore say it. I think it's kind of funny since I've been doing the same thing with Edward so far. His ability to read minds has been very helpful in this chapter.