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Harry Potter and the Memories of the Future	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 13966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two – Instructions

Harry was entering Hermione's sophisticated little flat with the keys he had been given by his best friend. It had been less than two hours ever since they had received the letter from the supposed grandparents of Harry's and they were already packing for the trip.

'Hermione... I'm here!' Harry called out as he moved through the cozy living room with the crème couches he had helped her choose, a couple of years ago. In one hand he was holding his small bag of clothes and with the other, the tickets for the airplane that would take them to Italy, they had decided to go the Muggle way as not to contact the ministry about a portkey and aparating was dangerous in case this was indeed a trap, so the muggle way would both give them time to think and a while to enjoy each other.

‘Minnie is in her room, Harry,’ Jane Granger’s voice was heard and Harry turned around and looked at Hermione’s mother, same warm brown eyes, darker hair but the same, genuine smile addressed to him. Harry smiled and hugged Jane the moment he was closer to her.

‘You’re here to take the “child”?’ Harry asked with humor and Jane chuckled and nodded her head as she pointed at the basket Crookshanks was sleeping in.

‘She called and asked me to take him, she’s making her suitcase but I didn’t quite understand what she meant about the trip in Italy…’ Jane said and Harry was ready to give a small synopsis of what was on but Jane shrugged it off. ‘But I trust her and you on whatever you’re planning, I know it must be urgent but I trust you to keep her safe like she will do with you… you two know how to keep each other’s backs perfectly.’ Jane added and Harry for some reason felt speechless after hearing her words. All the feelings he always tried to keep at bay were closing around his heart again, making him suffocate, it was the plain truth, but ever since he opened his eyes… the plain truth screamed things he had decided not to notice before.

‘Right… I’ll better go and see if she needs any help,’ Harry said and felt like escaping from Jane’s knowing smile who only nodded and stepped back for him to reach Hermione’s bedroom door. He opened it and entered the purple colored room and looked around, his mouth fell slightly as he spotted Hermione or actually, a part of hers.

‘I’m here, Harry,’ Her muffled voice was heard but only her backside was shown as she had bent inside the wardrobe to grab something from its depths. Harry felt his mouth go dry as he stared for way longer than the proper best-friend should have given to admire Hermione from behind. His eyes quickly moved away as she straightened up with a pair of black sandals, his eyes fell next to him, on the bed, where a bunch of notes were full of Hermione’s handwriting, on the upper sheet of paper there was a title.

What Hurts The Most

A novel by Hermione J. Granger

‘You’re making a book?’ Harry asked surprised as he reached for the notes, full of curiosity to check out Hermione’s work. Hermione gave a gasp and then rushed close to him and the notes, snatching them away right before he could touch them.

‘No, it’s just nonsense of mine taken out of my brain and put into paper,’ Hermione tried to shrug it off but Harry was already moving closer, awakening all his seeker talent to take the papers from her hands, he tried to ignore the almost wild and frightened look she was giving him, didn’t she trust him with her work? He always did with her and his own missions and work from the ministry even if they were considered state matters…

‘Oh come on, let your hubby check out what you’ve been doing,’ Harry tried to approach her with humor and teasing but Hermione shook her head, took her wand, shrunk the papers and thrust them inside the pocket of her tight jeans, there was no way he could touch her hips and just behave and take the papers back, he had lost the battle but not the war.

‘It’s just nonsense,’ Hermione tried again but Harry sighed and shook his head as she returned, almost relieved as he could see, to the wardrobe to take more shoes and put them inside the opened suitcase she had on the mattress.

‘If so, you’re overreacting for a bunch of nonsense…’ Harry commented lightly but Hermione didn’t answer, Harry’s curiosity was still high but his attention was taken again to her body as she now bended before her suitcase to put her shoes carefully in and the V neck of her blouse made him lightheaded.

Get a grip, Potter!!

The sound of the suitcase’s zipper pulled Harry out of his horny misery and dirty train of thought as Hermione finally straightened up again and smiled at him, her smile evaporated the moment she saw his face.

‘Are you alright?’ she asked as she approached and Harry almost flinched the moment she hugged him tightly. ‘Everything will be alright,’ Hermione tried to reassure him, thinking the whole thing with his possibly alive grandparents was the problem…

How was he going to survive the trip?

The trip to the airport was quit quick, they apparated in a small corner of Heathrow airport and from there, took their flight for Italy, the address of the Evans, as both Harry and Hermione called the mysterious couple, not yet ready to give them the title of Harry’s grandparents, was in Bari, a small city of Italy that thankfully had an airport with flights connecting it with London.

‘I hope we can find a car to rent easily,’ Harry commented when they were set on their seats and the air hostess brought them the muggle juices they had ordered, it was incredible how just a few hours ago they were in for a relaxing evening at Harry’s.

‘I’m sure we will, I can speak a bit of Italian… we’ll manage.’ Hermione said lightly and Harry looked at her surprised.

‘Mom and dad’s trips helped a lot, especially with those muggle audio books to learn the basics in many languages,’ Hermione explained and Harry grinned and nodded, impressed.

‘That’s why you’re my all -time-needed person, Minnie!...’ Harry teased her and Hermione slapped his arm, hard, she hated her mother’s nickname for her but her mother was her mother, none else had the right to call her like that. She chuckled however, chasing away the small bitter pain in her heart about him needing her, need was good, not satisfactory, but good.

‘You think it will be them?’ Harry asked, there were so many questions in his head about the whole deal they were about to get involved with and his heart was aching every time his mind went back to those little letters in his pocket. Hermione’s face softened immediately.

‘Even if they’re not, we will have made our try,’ Hermione said as she took his hand in hers and lowered her voice. ‘If it’s something else, we have our wands and the experience to get out of trouble, if it’s them indeed, we’ll see why they were not there when needed, I’m here with you.’ Hermione added and Harry smiled and kissed her cheek, lingering for just a second more with his lips against her soft skin.

‘Thank you, so much,’ Harry whispered and Hermione only smiled and placed her head on his shoulder, allowing his lips to brush against the crown of her head and her scent of roses to invade his nostrils, intoxicating him.

‘I hope we’ll be back in time for your birthday,’ Hermione whispered and Harry smiled, of course she would have planned something, with or without the help of the Weasleys, he knew Hermione always liked to celebrate his birthday as if it was her own.

‘We have a week, maybe the whole deal won’t last more than a few hours…’ Harry commented, trying to sound carefree and failing, Hermione only looked at him for a moment before she could sigh and put her head back on his shoulder, planting a small kiss on his shoulder above the fabric of his t-shirt.

His mind flew back to his fears of what they were about to face in Bari. What if they were stepping right into a trap that could kill them? What if these so called Evans were just wrong about him? Why never Dumbledore mentioned these relatives? Why he repeatedly sent him to the Dursleys if his mother’s parents were alive? Were they hurt by magic? Why Petunia had kept them out of her life? She never wanted Harry, then why she troubled her life with all this if she could have given him to her parents? Why they were showing up now, after so many years?

‘Ssshh… you’re too tensed,’ Hermione’s voice was heard from his shoulder, he knew she had closed her eyes, trying to take a nap, she always did when in an airplane, he had learnt that from the few trips they had done together after the war, before and after their final year at Hogwarts for their NEWTS. He still remembered all those hours he had held her close while they traveled to Australia, to retrieve her parents after the war. ‘Everything will be alright,’ She added again and Harry nodded even if she couldn’t see it, their hands still clasped with each other.

The two hours of the flight to Bari were spent in light chat, some silence and a quick snack for the two, Harry had decided – to Hermione’s dismay- to pay everything for the trip since he was taking her there for his issues as he had said. Hermione had protested but Harry had calmed her down with the promise to let her pay for whatever she wanted in their trip to Greece for her birthday in September, like they had planned as Hermione was dying to see the ancient sights in Athens, Olympia and Delphi.

They rented the car fairly easily, finding an office of a company close to the airport, Hermione did all the talking while Harry only smiled and eventually paid, they rented the car for a week, hoping it was either not too long or too short for them to return it. Harry would drive the small distance to Santo Spirito and the actual address they had been given.

‘Qual e la strado per lo Spirito Santo?’ Hermione asked a young woman from the window of her seat, the lady showed them the way and Harry tried not to grin too much at Hermione’s cute Italian accent, this woman would always surprise him.

Obviously the trip wasn’t too long, about twenty to twenty five minutes until they reached the place and then spot the actual address, Hermione was holding a map and the address, making sure they’ll reach the place quickly, when she was done with it, she opened her purse again and took out a small CD case. She chose one and inserted it in the CD player of the car. At the intro, Harry groaned playfully.

‘Oh my… here we go again…’ he said teasingly but Hermione only glared and poked her tongue at him as the song “Marry Me” of Emilie Autumn started.

Marry me, he said, through his rotten teeth, bad breath, and then

Marry me instead of that strapping young goatherd, but when

I was in his bed, and my father had sold me

I knew I hadn't any choice, hushed my voice, did what any girl would do and

When I'm beheaded at least I was wedded

And when I am buried at least I was married

I'll hide my behavior with wine as my savior

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I'm lucky to share his bed

Especially since I'll soon be dead

‘It’s a hymn to how women were and still are suppressed because of society.’ Hermione defended the song and Harry grinned, less teasingly, he knew very well of her fights over those in need for equalization.

‘It’s creepy,’ Harry retorted in vain and Hermione poked her tongue at him again. ‘And stop poking your tongue at your husband!’ Harry added playfully and Hermione made a mocking face as she started singing the next lyrics.

Marry me, he said, god, he's ugly, but fortune is ours

Running in the gardens enjoying men, women, and flowers

Then I break a glass and I slit my own innermost thigh

So that I can pretend that I'm menstru...well, unavailable

My life is arranged but this union's deranged

So I'll fuck who I choose for I've nothing to lose

And when master's displeased I'll be down on my knees again

Oh, what beautiful things I'll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I'm lucky to share his bed

Especially since I'll soon be dead

‘It is creepy, Hermione, admit it, it’s talking about her self-injury down there…’ Harry said again and Hermione sighed as she moved her head in the rhythm of the song.

‘You just don’t get it, do you? This song shows so much of how women through the years have been through the same social problems, that almost always come in total contrast with their free spirit. Many women reached the level of self-injury to prevent more inflicted pain by partners they hadn’t even agreed on marrying…’ Hermione lectured about it and Harry grinned, he liked to play the git with her, she was cute when she was getting angry with him over things like songs since they almost never fought.

When dining on peacock I know I won't swallow

Through balls, births, and bridge games I know what will follow

We're coupled together through hell, hurt, and hunger

Or at least until husband finds someone younger

Yes, fertilization is part of my station

I laugh as he grabs me in anticipation

Of sons who will run things when I'm under covers

But whose children are they? Why, mine and my lover's!

But, oh, what beautiful things I'll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I'm lucky to share his bed

Especially since I'll soon be dead

What beautiful things I'll wear

What beautiful dresses and hair

I'm lucky to share his bed

So why do I wish I was...

‘I guess, dear husband, you can’t be very liberal with your wife, now can you?’ Hermione started teasing back and Harry grinned at her.

‘I am liberal with my wife, dear wife, but even if I wasn’t, her free spirit is too strong for any try of mine to contain it… and I’m quiet glad about it…’ Harry replied, knowing what to say for her to smile, this little quarrel over the song was taking his mind off his worries but he wanted to show her that he didn’t mind the song, after so many times he had listened to it at her place; he had grown to like it.

‘Good, because our children will take from me, for their own good,’ Hermione finally said, loving to play house with him, giving her, even with humor, the satisfaction of acting like something more than his best friend, this game of theirs had started awhile ago but none of them had bothered to stop it, only taking it to new levels.

A couple more songs played but the song that started almost fifteen minutes later had both Harry and Hermione sobering up at its first notes, they knew this song very well, it was something like a personal hymn for them, of their lost opportunity.

Pass me that lovely little gun

My dear, my darling one

The cleaners are coming, one by one

You don't even want to let them start

They are knocking now upon your door

They measure the room, they know the score

They're mopping up the butcher's floor

Of your broken little heart

O children

Either dared to turn it off or push “next”, they couldn’t, both their thoughts were gone back in the war, in the short weeks that had been just her and him, no Ron, no Ginny, no War, just like now, at the end, they remained, why was it so hard for them to accept and embrace it?

Forgive us now for what we've done

It started out as a bit of fun

Here, take these before we run away

The keys to the gulag

O children

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice

Children

Rejoice, rej-

Hermione’s hand shot to the button and finally ended the song, drawing the car in silence for a moment, in that moment, they both looked at each other, staring into their eyes, there was a small space between their seats but for that moment, it felt as if there was an ocean and a single inch keeping them apart at the same time.

‘Turn left here and move just a bit more, we’re almost there.’ She finally broke the moment with instructions, it seemed like instructions always got between them, about where to go, how to act around others and around each other, instructions made by her, him, the rest of the people, their destiny too, instructions, they were even following the instructions of a small sheet of paper right that moment, Harry hated instructions.

He obliged however, like always, and turned the black car in the corner she had shown, they moved in a small road of small villas and beautiful gardens on one side and the beach on the other, the afternoon sun was showering the green grass and the beautiful roses and ivy that wrapped the fences separating the properties, at the end of the road they could see a house without other houses around it, seemingly orange as the setting sun showered it too in its light.

‘I think this is it,’ Hermione said and Harry took out his wand as he lowered speed, testing any kind of possible fields of magic that could be set, he felt nothing, causing his heart to kick, maybe he had preferred a trap?

They stopped the car right out of the fence and remained there for a few seconds, Hermione took his hand in hers, all tension forgotten from the ended song before.

‘It will be alright,’ Hermione said and Harry sighed and nodded as he looked at her, this time seeking solace and strength instead of sharing regret and pain.

They moved out of the car at the same time, opened the gate that wasn’t locked and moved up the small path to the front door, it was a beautiful little villa, made by stones and concrete to keep it steady as the Mediterranean countries suffered from earthquakes annually.

Harry read the small label on the doorbell before he could push the button.

Margaret & Craig Evans

After the happy bell that was heard, a small silence followed and then there was movement, at least two pairs of feet were approaching and a small stir of the curtain by the door’s window was detected but Harry and Hermione didn’t have time to see who had looked at them, their wands were at the ready however, ready to be taken out of their pockets.

‘Questa deve essere sua moglie!’ A male voice was heard and Hermione gasped.

‘They think I’m your wif-‘ her words died down in her throat as the door was opened and suddenly the young couple was before an elderly lady with white hair in a bun, soft features and amazing emerald green eyes that stared right in Harry’s emerald green orbs, the resemble with Lily Potter was crystal clear.

‘My boy,’ the woman, Margaret said in a broken whisper and made the step that separated her from Harry, wrapping her arms around the young man, Harry could do nothing else but wrap his own arms around his grandmother.
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