Childhood\'s End | By : existemi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 9975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sorry the chapters seem to be so short. This is my first
stab at writing fanfic and this plot bunny has been gnawing at my ankle for so
long that it’s trying to escape in short little bursts. I have some plans for
the next couple of chapters that will hopefully make them longer. And just to
give you some idea, I don’t want to make this any longer than 5, maybe 6
chapters. Constructive criticism is always welcome and there will be more
chapters to come soon.
Hermione had had an interest in Mr. Weasley for several
years. While she had no urge for mountains of children, she did fancy herself
with a husband as caring as he seemed to be. She had spent the Christmas
holidays with the Weasleys and had found herself more infatuated by the day.
Heartbroken was the only word that could describe her on the day she had to
leave.
And now she had to deal with this. Molly Weasley was
missing, possibly in the captivity of Death Eaters, and possibly dead. She
could see the pain in Mr. Weasley, or Arthur as she called him to herself. He
was no longer the jovial man that he normally was. Normally he had a light in
his eyes that spoke of happiness but that light had gone out.
All of the Weasley children were staying with the Order at
the moment. After two weeks of nothing, most had assumed she was dead and even
Snape couldn’t find any information on her whereabouts. No one really spoke of
it after a while but of course, it was on everyone’s mind.
Another week into the summer holidays and it was driven
completely out of Hermione’s mind. The owl she had sent to her parents had come
back with the letter it had left with.
“I need to see Dumbledore!” she demanded of Lupin who was
standing outside the kitchen door.
“There’s an emergency meeting of the Order right now
Hermione, you’ll have to wait until their finished.”
“An emergency what? Why? What’s happened? There was another
attack wasn’t there!?” She was nearly yelling by now. Her skin had begun to
crawl and her stomach had jumped up to the region of her throat.
Dumbledore’s head appeared around the door. “Hermione, my
dear, we’d like to have a talk with you.”
Shaking with fear, knowing what she was about to hear she
walked into the room and noticed the occupants, and the lack thereof. Tonks,
Shacklebolt, an older witch with wispy grey hair, and a man with long dirty
blonde hair were sitting at the table.
“Hermione…” Dumbledore started.
“No! They’re still there. I want to go home! I don’t want to
stay here anymore!”
“Hermione… child….” He said soothingly.
“They’re not dead!” Hermione screamed at the top of her
lungs.
Dumbledore just looked at her over his half moon spectacles.
All traces of his notorious twinkle were gone.
“No!” she screamed again as she fell to the floor in a fit
of tears. She was pleading the word no, like it could take everything back. “I
want a time turner… I’ll go back… we’ll bring them here!”
“You know well enough that that isn’t possible. Remus, take
her upstairs to her room. I’ll be up later to talk with her privately.”
As Lupin was helping Hermione upstairs, Snape came in
through the front door wearing a thick black cloak and obviously hiding
something in the front of it.
Hermione began her screams anew “You killed them! You killed
them!”
Snape looked at her like some bit of slime that needed to be
cleaned off the floor.
Mr. Weasley was on the second floor landing looking down
trying to find out what the commotion was all about. He made his way down the
stairs, pulled Hermione from Remus’ arms, and actually carried her back
upstairs. She had buried her face in his chest and was now sobbing
uncontrollably.
Finally, he reached her room and as he was laying her down
on the bed, she whispered very quietly, “Please don’t leave me.”
“I won’t,” he replied into her hair. He sat in the chair
next to her wardrobe and watched her until he could see her breathing had
evened out and knew she’d fallen asleep.
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