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Redemption	By : triz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

"I said I wouldn't do it!" Severus growled in frustration to Healer Johnson. Once again the subject about him using Legilimens on Hermione came up, and for him, it was still out of the question.

Just about over two hours ago, after the stupid Weasley boy barged in and threatened her, she immediately went into the highest level of traumatic stress, making her body go into cardiac arrest. Luckily she didn't die. Despite her being the way she was, Severus knew she was a fighter, something inside of her was still very Gryffindor. If she wasn't, then she would've died in Azkaban a long time ago. After regaining consciousness though, Hermione was very much unresponsive. No word or sound came out of her. She lay still, trapped in her own mind. Obviously, Healer Johnson brought up the subject of Legilimens. Severus needed to get in her mind to help her get out of it.

"I don't understand," Minerva frowned. "Why is it only now that she is reaching such high levels of traumatic stress? Shouldn't have this happened before?"

"It's because Lucius was there before," Poppy replied simply. "He was her sense of security at the end of it all. She hasn't seen him or been with him for almost two weeks. So with no security, the mind simply shuts down. It's very much like a comma. She's asleep and has escaped in her own mind. Which is why you have to see her in her mind, Severus."

"And it will probably break her more!" he snapped back.

"At this point, we can't break her further. It was the last resort Professor," Healer Johnson spoke. "But now, it truly is the only resort we have."

"Do you plan to tell Lucius?" Remus asked Severus.

"I don't think I should, until after using Legilimens," Severus replied.

"So you agree?" Johnson asked.

"No," Severus replied as he stood up and straightened his robes. "Doing it doesn't mean I agree, but like you said it's our only resort, so I don't have a choice. I will have to prepare myself for a short while since it has been years since I last used the spell." He then dismissed himself and started to head out to the door.

"Time may not be on our side, Professor," Johnson said after him.

Severus knew that but didn't stop as he quickly exited the hospital. Behind him was a very angry Arthur who too exited the hospital, but went his separate way once outside.

Draco was seated in a Lazy-boy, lounging back in the game room in Malfoy Manor. In one hand, he was holding onto a cold bottle of dark beer that was half empty. He was a little tipsy, but not too much. It was only his third bottle so far.

Like everyone, he too watched the press conference earlier, and wasn't happy with what he had heard. His father's sentencing was going to change into something much lighter, meaning that he was going to get out earlier. It simply out of the question for him, he didn't want that to happen at all. Because of his father, his mother was dead. If it was up to him, he'd put him in Azkaban his entire life, and let him live an agonizing life. An instant death sentence was too much of an easy way out.

"You can't blame him your entire life, Draco," a very familiar female voice spoke.

Abruptly, Draco sat up on his chair, and couldn't believe at what or rather who was standing right in front of him. It was the ghost of his mother. "Mother?" he croaked in shock and disbelief. He couldn't be that drunk to imagine such things.

"Good evening, Draco," Narcissa greeted with a smile. She sat herself down on the Lazyboy next to his and looked proudly at her son. "Long time. I see that you have grown into quite a man, just like your father."

Draco let out a snort and turned away from his mother. "Thanks for the compliment, but I'd take that as an insult."

"You can't hate him that much," she said sadly. "Surely there is a single part of you that has love for him."

"Love?" he bellowed back angrily as he shot up from the seat. He turned to face his mother and continued to shout. "How can I love someone who doesn't even know what love is? I cannot love a monster. In fact, I am ashamed that I am his son and that I carry his name. He is the bane of my existence! To love him, even if it's just an ounce is the impossible."

"Draco—"

"He is the reason you're dead. I think you should hate him as much as I do. Why don't you?"

Through barely visible tears, Narcissa then spoke. "I've been watching him from the other side. A lot of terrible things may have happened, but he is a changed man."

Draco shook his head. "The exact same words that Godfather said. If you feel this way about him, then why not visit him in Azkaban?"

"I don't have it in me to visit him, not in Azkaban. If things were different, then yes, perhaps I would. I'd also tell him that I forgive him… He's not a monster, Draco. Just like any human, he feels and has learned from his mistakes. And because of terrible circumstances in Azkaban, he has learned to love."

"Love?" After the wheels in his brain tried to figure out who, only one name came to mind—Hermione Granger. But it wasn't possible. "It can't be. It's beyond impossible. Those two always hated each other. And he would rather die than love a Muggleborn, most especially her!"

"Correction, he'd do anything for her. He'd even die for her if he had to."

Draco let out a snort. "Now I think I may actually be too drunk, because I really must be hearing things. My father, loving a Muggleborn. Hell has indeed frozen over!" He shook his head, trying to make sense of things because nothing did make sense at all.

"There's a large weight on you that hasn't allowed you to move on with your life, and it's forgiveness. Forgive him, Draco. Forgive him and you will feel better and you can move on with your life," Narcissa said softly.

Draco was in total disagreement. "I need to get out of here and get away from anything that involves him. Forgiveness be damned!" He then stormed out of the room, leaving his saddened mother, before she faded away.

George made his way out onto the back porch, and sat on the swing, escaping the noise inside the house. Ron couldn't stop badgering on about Hermione to his siblings, and surprisingly, even his mum was joining in the conversation. Her shrill voice, Ron's whining and all the negativity was making have a migraine that he had to find some peace and quiet. He looked up at the starry night sky and thought of his twin brother. "Where are you Freddy Boy?" he asked.

"I'm right here," a very familiar voice answered.

George turned his head towards the voice, and saw a bright, ghost like image of his brother walk up on the porch and smile, sitting down next to him. "Fred?" he questioned after all the color from his face had drained away.

"What's the matter George? Looks like you've seen a ghost? Or is it a mirror image of yourself?" he teased.

"Is—is it really you?"

"It is really me."

"I so want to hug right now," George said, but he knew it wasn't possible.

"Turning gay are you?" Fred asked. When his twin didn't respond he shook his head. "I was only joking. Where's your sense of humor?"

"Gone, the day you were murdered." The tone in George's voice was filled with seriousness and sadness.

"So you blame Hermione?" Fred asked. It was a serious question. Probably the most serious question ever asked between the both of them.

"I've always been in denial about it, never believing that she could do something so extreme," George replied. "But there is this part of me that does blame her. Life is about choices, I just wish that she made the other choice."

"And what choice was that exactly?"

"Having killed me instead of you."

"You think that would be better?" Fred questioned back. "No way highway!"

"She had her reasons, and that was to simply win the war. Wasn't that what we all wanted? With the war over, you should be living your life, happily married, if not, running our successful business into something bigger. But no, instead you've put yourself into this depression. Our shop, at a standstill, closed since the day I died. People need happiness, George, and you can give them that happiness, because you can make them laugh."

"So you're disappointed in what I've become?" he questioned back.

In reply, Fred shook his head. "No, I can't be disappointed in you, brother. I just don't like you being in this situation. And on top of it all, you get rent money from dad just to pay for the shop's rent. Dad's never one to complain, but I can tell you now, he is burdened more than ever."

"Is it because of Hermione?"

"Yes. I've seen things done to her, terrible, unspeakable things. And there are very few people that are helping her at the moment. Though I wish it was Harry and Ron that were one of the few, because they were very good friends long ago, but no. surprisingly, Lucius Malfoy has helped in her ways more than one, and will continue to help her, but one can only do so much in Azkaban."

Lucius Malfoy? Somehow it didn't make sense to George, but he kept silent and continued to listen to his twin brother without question.

"If you think that Voldemort was scary, you should've seen what the warden and his guards did to Hermione." Fred shook and sulked his head down. "I know that Hermione is the reason of mum and dad's divorce, but I can't blame her for that. Mum's stubbornness is just as bad as Ron's sometimes. She just doesn't want to open up and see the truth, because she's too afraid." He looked at his twin yet again with a very sad and hurtful look. "She needs as much love and support as she can get. You have to help her. If anything, I think you can make her laugh. Please, George… I'm begging you—"

"Ronald!" Arthur's voice shouted out loud from inside the house.

Standing up, George looked inside the house through the screen door, hearing more commotion. When he looked back, he noticed that his brother was no more.

"You piece of shit!" Arthur roared at his youngest son as he slammed rough up against the wall.

"Arthur, wait—" Molly tried to pull him off, but she was shoved. She could only stand there in shock, never seeing her husband react to angrily or violently to Ron. Most of the time, he wasn't the one so lenient with the punishments. She was the one that was hardcore. Honestly, was scaring her.

Before Ron could even say a word, he felt himself being apperated away with a hold on his collar. Within seconds, he then found himself on his hands and knees, chocking on swampy water as he missed landing on his feet. He was a good hundred yards away from the Burrow, surrounded by swampy water and tall grass.

"Why did you have to say such things to Hermione?" Arthur growled. He was holding onto his wand with a death grip, thinking of the many curses he could throw at him.

"Screw you, Dad!" Ron wheezed. "Can't you see that she's the cause of everyone's life falling apart—your divorce with Mum even? She is the worst of the worst, and deserves the worst punishment. She needs to go back to Azkaban and be gangbanged by her fellow prisoners."

With a nonverbal command, Arthur summoned his son to levitate a few feet up and have a choking feeling around his neck. "I never brought you up in a way of you to think so cruelly towards others, most especially your friends."

"Hermione is no friend of mine," Ron managed to gasped out. "And as of now, you aren't a dad or father to me."

Just before he could twist his wand to choke him harder, a hand pushed his arm down, releasing the spell, dropping Ron into the water.

"Dad, enough!" George commanded. When he looked at his father's face, he was surprised to see tears.

"You are a disgrace of a son!" Arthur spat to Ron, and apperated away.

George couldn't help but think that his father's last comment was also meant for him. "You alright?" he asked Ron as he helped him to his feet.

Ron shoved him off. "I don't need your help or anybody's." He then too apperated away.

Once alone, George couldn't help but wonder what the argument was all about. No doubt, it was about Hermione. Remembering what his twin brother said earlier, he was going to visit her soon.

AN – Oh the drama! Will Albus visit Severus? Review!
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