A/N:
This story contains elements/mentions of Suicide, Torture, and Rape. Read at your own risk.
Now with that out of the way, I would like to extend my thanks to a friend who goes by the name of annoymouslyblonde. She has helped me a lot in this Fic.
This is my 1st Fic and is a ONESHOT
EDIT: Due to many people's reviews I am writing a follow-up of this story. (Multiple Chapters or maybe one depending on the length) It is still in the write-up part.
So, with that, I would like to say Enjoy, and have a good one!
Chapter 1: The Tragedies
Harry Potter had everything he ever wanted – money, fame, respect - but lacked the most important thing at the same time which was love, and he was in love with Hermione Granger. When he confessed to her, he was ecstatic to hear she shared these feelings for him. This was 5 years ago. Now, Harry was a happy and complete man. He was already well-respected for his hand in defeating the Dark Lord, but he was now even more respected in his world as the first wizard to lead the first-ever task force of Magical Britain, a master duellist, a potions master, and an inventor. These were but a few achievements that were known public.
Currently, he was away from his wife, Hermione, for 3 months for a mission. He missed her dearly as he hadn't been able to contact her for a few days now. But he was not too scared for her as he knew if anything were to happen to her, his friends or Kingsley would surely let him know, but this uneasiness engulfed him at nights when he was alone.
After 3 months of hard work, he and his squad were able to apprehend the group of 3 wizards they were after. After the usual paperwork, he was about to apparate to the portkey site for extraction, when he heard the presumed head of the group call out to him. "Tell me young wizard do you fear death? Or the death of your loved one?" he said and laughed like a madman. This statement sent shivers through his body. He went near his cell and asked him what he meant but he just kept laughing and went back to the cell walls.
Something about this whole situation felt wrong. He pushed back this thought as he was eager to meet Hermione after so long. He apparated to the extraction point, where he was greeted by the Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt. He wore a desolate look on his face, bringing back Harry's fear. He was now scared, scared that something happened to Ron or Luna or Neville or… NO! not her.
He approached the minister and trying to hide his fears that were easily visible he asked, 'Minister, what brings you out here? Everything alright back in Britain?'. When he didn't get any answer, he tried again this time his emotions betraying him. Fear was on every inch of his face.
Before he could finish the Minister cut him off by saying, 'My boy, it's Hermione. She … she died 6 days ago.'
His world fell apart. Tears were leaking from his eyes, but he didn't care, all he could think of was her pleading for him to not go. But he didn't listen and went away. She didn't accept his floo calls for the first week. Then, one day she accepted his call and when he asked the reason for this sudden change, she just blushed and told him she would tell him later when he gets back home.
'She arrived late at night at your home from Ministry. I was with her till 12 before she felt sick and asked if she could leave. I asked her if she needed anything or if I could drop her at her house but she refused. And when she didn't arrive at the ministry the next day, I asked one of the Aurors to check on her and that is when we found her. She was hit with the killing curse.', he paused to see if he was with her so far, but the look on Harry's face was not easily readable.
He continued after a few moments of silence, 'Upon questioning your neighbours, they said that they saw a black van parked outside your house for the last two days after Hermione left. Then, a few hours before she died, they rang their house bell. They tried asking about your and Hermione's whereabouts and your neighbours told them that you are out of town and that your wife was at work. Then they just left. We asked your neighbours if they saw their faces, but they said that they wore hooded clothes and that not even a peek of their skin was visible. We have yet to identify if they were the attackers alone or if they had some help, because as far as I know your house is not in any of the Ministry Registry nor does anyone outside your friends know of the place so how did they know you lived there?'
It took him a few moments to get his voice back but still it was hoarse, 'Why… why did I not hear of this earlier?' finding his anger he thundered, 'You said she died 6 days ago and I AM LEARNING OF THIS NOW!'
The minister overlooked his anger and replied, 'Harry, it was against my decision. Your head of department wanted someone with a levelled and cool head to complete this mission. I tried again and again to plead my cause to him but he wouldn't budge. He was adamant that you must finish this job.'
'YOU ARE THE BLOODY MINISTER. YOU COULDN'T OVERRIDE HIS DECISION?' he thundered. 'Or deep down did you agree with his decision? ANSWER ME!'
The minister had never seen the young man before him this angry and he wasn't about to find out how much angrier he can get. 'Harry, my boy it was not within my power. Ever since the Dark Lord was vanquished, a law was passed which stated that no one had the power to undermine the head of the department, not even the Minister of Magic. I can only suggest what should and should not be done. The choices were of the head alone.' Harry knew of this but he was still angry, not at the minister but at himself and his incompetence to get the job done quickly. If he had just finished this job quickly none of this would have happened and Hermione would still be alive.
'Take me to her, please.' He pleaded.
The minister replied, 'Of course, this portkey is keyed to Granger House where she is resting. Her parents are waiting for you to arrive. It would be best if you didn't keep them waiting any longer. Oh, and these clothes will be better suited considering the circumstances.', and with the flick of his wand his work robes were replaced with a black suit with a white shirt. Thanking him he took the portkey to his in-law's home, with the minister coming after him via a second portkey.
He was standing on the porch of the house he knew just as much as he did his. He remembered the first time he came here; it was almost a month after Hermione recovered her parent's memory and a few days after he told Hermione that he loved her. She had asked him if he could meet with her parents as they were very eager to meet the boy they heard so much about. As soon as he appeared at the very spot he now stood, he was greeted by Hermione in her hug. Harry felt a bit uncomfortable as he saw Hermione's father, Dan, glare at him as if to say, 'Harm a hair on my princess's head and I'll kill you' but as time went by and these visits turned frequent, her father warmed up to him and even considered him as his son.
He was knocked back to reality as he heard Kingsley appear behind him. Kingsley put his hand on his shoulder before saying, 'Don't you think they have waited long enough, Harry?'.
He knocked on the door twice and was reminded of how Hermione always opened the door for him even before he knocked. He was expecting the same occurrence again. But his dreams were soon crushed when he saw Emma, Hermione's mother dressed in black and looking like she had not gotten a night's sleep for weeks, how could she? – how could a mother sleep when her only daughter was taken from her? No parent should ever have to face this, their sons or daughters dying before them.
As soon she opened the door for him, she hugged him and cried on his shoulder.
He held her tight trying to act strong but failed miserably. He led her to the main room while Kingsley closed the door behind them. In the main hall, were Ron and his wife Luna with the rest of the Weasley family, Neville and his wife Hannah with a child not younger than 2 years, Headmistress McGonagall, Hagrid and Dan Granger. He led Emma next to Dan. Once Emma released him, Dan hugged him even more tightly than his wife. The place was quiet except for the few sobs that left the women, while the men were acting tough and failing miserably just like Harry. After a few minutes of silence, the Grangers led everyone to where Hermione was to be buried.
One look at her and he couldn't hold it any longer. He ran to her side and held her hand screaming at her to wake up, to not leave him alone in this world. He had to be pried off of her casket for the burial to happen. A proper sendoff was given to her, a proper muggle sendoff.
After this, a wake was held in her name, where everyone spoke about her when it was Harry's turn he just sat there looking off into the distance, before being brought back to the sad reality that she was dead with a jerk from Dan who looked at him to tell him it was his turn to speak.
'Five years ago, I confessed my love to Hermione. From that point forth, she had been nothing but my beacon of light and hope. She was not just my partner. No, before that she was my best friend. She was the brightest witch of her age and one of the strongest I ever met.', he stopped thinking carefully.
'She was my reason to keep going, especially after the defeat of Voldemort.', he continued as his cheeks were wet with small tears. 'Hermione had a heart that wanted to help everyone while also wanting to learn anything she can, be it magic or otherwise. When Hermione and I married, I promised Dan and Emma, that I would take care of their daughter for them, I am sorry to you two for I have failed to live up to that promise.', he looked forward to finishing this little speech of his so that he can go ask a few questions to someone.
He looked around him and saw that Emma and Dan didn't blame him at all for their daughter's death, he continued, 'I, Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter, swear on my magic in the presence of all here that I will avenge my wife's death by making those responsible pay for what they did to my Hermione, or will die trying.'
He then left the place without a word and apparated to the Ministry to talk with his 'boss'. Those who crossed his path could feel his anger and magic swelling step by step and knew whoever did him wrong was about to have the worst day of his or her life.
He calmly stood in front of the door of the Head of the DMLE department Mr. Fredrick Blackthorn. He entered the room without knocking and found his boss happily listening to music on his muggle-based music player.
It was not affected by the magic of Ministry because it was Hermione's invention. This sad excuse of a wizard had the guts to hide the fact that his wife died and was enjoying himself in his office. He raised his wand and making sure to lock the door good behind him, started interrogating him by knocking him out and setting up privacy wards and Human repelling ward to not be disturbed. He had a sneaking suspicion on his boss of helping the active followers of the dead Dark Lord escape but lacked evidence. Now he was sure he was the one helping them as his house was under protection so that no wizard or witch could find it unless they knew of its existence and its address and only a few people knew where the location was. He had foolishly provided this thing with the written address of his house for 'official purposes' before heading out to his mission.
He tied him to his chair and after making sure he couldn't get out of his binds he woke him up. 'Here, here Mr. Blackthorn.', he said in a soothing tone. 'I know of your secret and soon the whole world will know. Just tell me why? Why did you harm her? She didn't do anything to you? WHY DID YOU GET HER KILLED?' he asked him after he couldn't keep up the act. The man didn't answer and Harry, in response, punched him so hard on the nose, even Dumbledore's nose would have looked straight
'I – I was forced alright. I didn't have any choice.' He said trying to stop the bleeding with his shoulder but failing. 'They had my wife and son. I couldn't just abandon them.'
He hit once again, this time on the stomach, he coughed up blood and looked about ready to cry. Harry then asked him, 'And YOUR FAMILY was worth more than MINE. I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE KID TO PROTECT.'
Blackthorn looked a little shocked at Harry's anger, Blackthorn continued through the pain, 'I had tried to hold them off as long as I could, but they pressed and pressed until I was finally forced to give in.'
He continued in a sorrowful tone. 'They wanted something from your house and before you ask me what it was I'll answer you - no I don't know. I tried to make sure that your wife was out of the house during that search but she returned earlier than expected and they panicked and hit her with a full-body bind curse. They didn't see that a rock from one of the decorations was on the floor and her head hit it. I tried my best to help her but one of them cast the killing curse on her as she was stirring and then she died in my arms. I swear on my boy's life I asked them to let her be, cast a memory charm if they had to, and most agreed with this notion but that crazy lunatic just killed her with the Curse.' He finished his story and was looking down.
Harry didn't think the man would lie and swear falsely on his son's life but just to be sure, he used Legilimency to confirm the story. He didn't get much but from what he got he realized that the man was lying about the whole thing. The whole heist was his plan.
Harry felt disgusted by this man's lies. He wanted to kill him then and there for even lying about such a thing but resorted to punching him two times in the face. Harry then asked him, 'You filthy piece of shit. YOU PLANNED THE WHOLE THING, tell me where the fuck you are hiding your buddies so I can kill you with my own two hands and give your dead body to the ministry for the reason of my wife's death and mastermind behind this plan.' he said with force.
To Harry's surprise, the man despite his injuries started laughing. This laugh reminded him of the man that had asked him the question about his fear of death. Were they involved in this thing? Was this whole thing planned to get him away from his home?
The man now stopped laughing and looked him straight in the eyes with a sneer and said, 'And who do you think they would believe? A man so broken he resorted to killing with his own hands or a noble head of the department like me who was killed over grief you couldn't overcome? Think and let me know.' Looking at Harry's face and seeing his brains getting to form a plan, he said, 'But I feel that -,', he broke his confines and looked him straight in the eyes as if daring him to move, 'before I hand you over to the Minister for god knows what all charges my mind can come up with, I should tell you the why and how.' he said while smiling like a mad man.
'It was as you know 6 days ago when me and my buddies were attempting to steal an aartefactyour team acquired a soul binder as this department coined it. It could only be used once and after that, it would be destroyed. Me and my buddies decided if we can't bring the Dark Lord back, we can send you to him. So, we entered your home and started looking for it. We entered your room and found a briefcase of sorts with a lock of muggle fingerprint reader and a code. We deduced that it required either your or your wife's fingerprints. We then waited for your wife to come home and ask her to open it nicely at first. But that bitch decided to take us for fools and tried calling you, but we had already blocked any and every way of communication outside the house. Oh, the fun I had in torturing her. But, she didn't give up the code. One of the members even helped himself to her while we decided what to do with her. It was my wand, Potter, mine that killed her. We escaped when some movement was heard outside but foolishly left behind the box. But no worries now you will be killed by a dementor and I would have taken my lord's revenge.' He finished.
Blind rage consumed Harry as he picked him up with a single hand and beat him to a pulp. It was not long after the beating when he saw an owl swoop in and drop a letter for the now-dead Blackthorn. He opened it and saw that his partners in crime had selected a meeting spot for setting up another plot. He decided to go along with the plan and with the help of Polyjuice and a bit of Mind Arts on the dead thing, he got ready for the meeting.
3 hours later
It was now getting late as the sun had already set when he reached the shabby bar near the outskirts of Britain. He entered and found the group Blackthorn was supposed to meet. He acted the best he could like Blackthorn and soon was getting everything out of them. He first asked, 'We had 2 operatives set on Potter, right? What happened to them?' to confirm his suspicions that those 2 were part of the group to keep him busy while they planned and searched. 'Yea. They got themselves bloody apprehended, be a doll and make sure that they keep their trap shut.', replied a witch. He simply nodded before asking his second question, 'Who among you raped the Granger girl? My memory is not what it used to be and would rather stay away from that person to not get any of the residue of the girl on me.' It was difficult for him to speak about his love this way, but he had to do this or he wouldn't get the information he needed on a recorder he had hidden very well on himself. 'I did.' Replied a man with a thick Scottish accent and a big belly that was probably full of beer, 'I can't believe I fucked a mud blood.', Harry had to stop himself with all his might to lunge at the man and kill him then and there with his own hands. 'But I couldn't help myself, it was just too much pressure I had to offload and thought it was better to let it out in a dustbin.' He laughed and soon the whole group started laughing except 'Mr. Blackthorn'.
'Yes, very amusing. But I think I have had enough.' And as if on cue his Polyjuice started to wear off. All of the 5 people who were laughing were now looking as if they had seen a basilisk. Before they could register what had happened, he had killed all leaving only the man with the big belly and he tortured him for what he did to his Hermione before killing him too.
After washing the blood off of his clothes he apparated to his home. He entered the living room hoping to hear Hermione's humming her favourite tune as she cooked the dinner. But he found nothing but silence greeting him.
He made his way up to his bedroom, where sure enough he found the briefcase. He opened it and burned the book, the very cause of his wife's death. He cursed himself for ever playing the hero. All those years in Hogwarts weren't enough for him, he had to risk her life once more. But this time he unfortunately succeeded.
He was about to close the lights when he found a letter waiting for him in an envelope with the neat handwriting of his dead wife.
Mr H. J. Potter
My loving Husband.
He brushed his hand across her handwriting, as he opened the envelope. There was a letter inside which read:
Dear Harry,
If you are reading this, it means you have reached home before I could get back from St. Mungos for my weekly checkup. Don't worry I am alright, and happy. I am more than happy. I am so excited for what's to come. This is regarding what I said I would tell you when you got back home safe.
Well, here is the short and sweet of it:
I'M PREGNANT!
Yeah, shocked Mr. Potter, oh the money I would pay to see your face right about now.
'Oh, The money I would pay to hear you say that to me, Hermione.' , he thought to himself. 'We were gonna be parents.', he thought sadly.
Hope I would come back before you arrived but if I don't keep on waiting for me would you, love? I can't believe this is happening. I haven't told anyone about this not even Mum and Dad. Oh, they are going to be so angry with me. But we can face this issue together like we always do.
Love,
Hermione
Your oh-so-beautiful and loving wife
PS: We are having a BABY GIRL!
He finished reading this letter with his eyes filling to the brim with tears, he couldn't keep them at bay. He held this letter close to his heart and cried.
'I can't do this without you Hermione. I can't wait any longer.' He said sorrowfully and took his wand to his temple and killed himself holding on to the last thing his wife ever left him.
The news of the death and involvement of the head of DMLE with the culprits of Hermione Jean Potter nee Granger's death was made public just hours after his body was found.
Harry Potter's body was found by the Minister himself in his home who was led to this place after the body of Mr. Blackthorn was found. In the letter that was left behind by Harry, he told him about what he was going to do and that afterwards he would find him at his home. He explained what he did and how he placed the wards to destroy themselves after 5 hours. He also explained his plan to have the culprits known using the information he would have acquired from them using the recorder.
The minister found the letter from Hermione clutched in his hand and the other was his wand with the last spell being the killing curse. He showed this letter to the Grangers and told them of the death of their son-in-law. They were devasted. In a week, they had lost both their daughter and son and the granddaughter they didn't even know of.
The news of Harry Potter's death and the story of why he did what he did was also released. Soon after his death a statement by Gringotts was released stating that in Harry Potter's will it was mentioned that if he and his wife were to die with no surviving heir, all his assets be converted to money and stored in a vault at Gringotts accessible only to the poor families and first generations witches and wizards.
Every year since this news, 31st December in the wizarding worlds all over the earth is celebrated as a day to appreciate the works, inventions, and cures not of Harry Potter, the boy who lived but of the Harry Potter, Master Duellist, Potions Master, Inventor, Philanthropist and a loving husband and friend, and his wife, Hermione Potter, a fellow inventor.
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