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My Heart Bleeds For You	By : ThePhantomPixie Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Remus/Hermione Views: 14631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The muffled noises around her seemed to disorientate the holistic view that she generally took when observing her situations. Of course, when she usually took in her surroundings she wasn't overcome with a desperate need to break down and weep. Cry, as she had never allowed herself to do in front of people. Even when she cried for Ron last year … it was nothing compared to the soul breaking sobs that erupted from her tiny person as fat horribly heavy tears streamed down her bloodied up face. She could still smell it thick on her skin. There were no clothes to absorb it but her thick expanse of hair caught the brunt of the blood. Dying it a terrible shade of brick red instead of her normal chestnut brown. It matted her hair until the frizz was all but unnoticed. However, there was the strange feeling that at some point someone had given her a set of bedclothes. A hospital nightgown of sorts. Rather unnerving considering her last memory was of being brutally and viciously raped and beaten while being humiliated in her naked state of dress. At no point in her memory did she remember getting a new set of clothes so that remained a question. However, a more pressing one was the question of who had given her something to wear. Death Eaters were not known for their kindness and around her she heard neither the reprimanding of Molly Weasley nor the note scribbling of a medi-witch from St. Mungos. Yet that dream … or memory as it seemed. She had believed totally that she was in Hogwarts once again. Yet that thought was rather sharply taken from her as she remembered bitterly the demise of Hogwarts which now stood in ruins somewhere deep in Scotland. Probably to this moment continuing to burn, the portraits suffering at the hands of the Death Eaters in much the same way as those who had given their lives for the safety of others. For the protection of the future generations.

Once more, that seemed to bring more hysteria from her and her sobs choked her as she found it difficult to breath. To think in coherent sentences that would give her any indication as to her mental state of wellbeing. However, the fact that she was unable to do such should have given away the fact that now there was no stability. She was lost somewhere in someone else's clothes with nothing to do but remain sitting. Wallowing …

The action was so familiar that the sobbing stopped instantly, her breathing stopping momentarily as huge drops of tears dropped down onto her chin and ran down her throat. Dampening her skin in a way that ran to the edges of the gown and caused the heavy sobbing breaths to return. Her parents … they too were now gone. Forever lost in the void of death that she knew was not able to be remedied. Less she bring them back in a necromancing sense. Moreover, there was no way she would ever put her parents through something like that. She was no monster. She was not able to do such terrible things to other people. To bring back those who had moved on and were at rest. It was abhorrent and completely against her better judgment and her life commitment to the rights of those around her.

"Oh dear!" a woman's voice called. It was gentle, yet there was firmness to it that gave the impression of authority. Or at least, of a commanding tone where anyone ordered would not think twice about obeying. "Oh dear, dear, dear. I didn't think you'd be up by now darling. That dreamless sleep draught should have held you over until sundown again." She said her voice soft and almost motherly.

Mum …

"Now, now love. Don't cry. It's alright. Here. I'm here jus-" a loud bang held the way for a group of young boys strolling through the room. Turning her head away from the abyss of the wall ahead of her, Hermione saw a group of four around her own age. One of them looking remarkably like…

"Harry?"

"What? Who's hairy?"

"Harry…" The words were spoken with such conviction that she turned her head to the woman who had been consoling her. "Madam Pomfrey … no. No, you can't be here. You're not here. Harry isn't here either, of god. Oh god it actually killed me didn't it." Hysteria returned as she raised hands to her ears and sobbed far more gently than she had before. Her tears all but run out after the bought she had before and an obvious lack of hydration meant that there was a raging headache that was looming over her head. She couldn't think straight. This boy wasn't Harry. He was too happy to be Harry. Harry was always just a gentle smile now and again, a laugh when he had some butterbeer down him. And his hair was longer. And where on earth was his scar. "No … oh no they got you." She said apologetically, looking at Harry with something skin to guilt. This was obviously another realm. She had died. This was the afterlife. And poor Harry had been caught up in the madness. One of the Death Eaters that had … had …

"My dear however puzzled I am as to how you know my name it is nice to see you speaking. Albus didn't know if you would even make it through the night. You've lost so much blood dear. It took four blood replenishing potions simply to get your poor heart working again. Then there was all the fluid in your lungs. It's a miracle you're even here dear. Now … much as these boys are part of the Hospital Wing with their constant presence I have to ask them to leave-" She said, pointedly looking at the four boys. "-we believe you have far more internal damage as well as several broken bones dear. And I need to see the extent … externally." Her voice was soft enough that it was reassuring to hear. Yet madness all the same.

It wasn't until she felt an acute pain in her left side when she found herself lashing out and shrieking as loud as her lungs allowed. One of the boys had come to give her a small tap but had obviously misplaced something. And it hurt. Moaning in pain Hermione looked up bleary eyed at the medi-witch again with a look of befuddlement. Pain wracking her every so often, as she attempted to sit up and was firmly told to remain horizontal. "Why is it so sore? It's not meant to hurt when you die." Her voice now was so soft it was almost a whisper to her. Yet the five others looked down at her wearily. The boys wondering how the girl had obviously ended up with them just as the sun had come up after a full moon. Remus had smelled the blood and it was intoxicating beyond believe. Yet the sight of her that the four had found gave them great concern for the female. Someone around their age they had estimated.

Prongs had heroically sacrificed his robes to wrap around her as Padfoot lifted her in his arms. The coldness of her skin worrying the boys as they wondered what it would be like to be seen carrying a dead girl’s bloody body the night after a full moon with a werewolf in tow.

"My dear do you know where you are?" The medi witch asked, her voice taking on a more professional tone.

"Ho-oh!-ogwarts." She said, gasping and wincing in pain as she shifted her right foot her breathing heavy and difficult as she looked up at Harry with a sad smile. He must be Harry she surmised. He had moved on, his parents would be around somewhere so he was happy. And he had no need of a scar where there was no Voldemort. Perhaps his dead soul preferred short hair.

"Mhm … and what year might it be my dear."

"1996 missss!" She hissed, refusing to acknowledge the look of upset on the woman’s fact as she lifted herself up. Her hands buckling slightly under the painful weight of her on presumably broken fingers. But she didn't care. She was dead and gone. She would see her parents again if that were the case.

"I'm sorry to inform you dear that you are very much confused. This is the year 1976. Though in twenty years’ time I do so hope we don't have to deal with this dreaded purist threat." She said, drawling off into a mumble as she looked down at the girls face. Which had gone from pale acceptance to grey, almost blue with panic. Her mouth was open in disbelief and she shook very gently, a thought passing through her head as she recalled the night she was taken from her home. The last time she looked into the familiar face of Ronald Weasley.

"The time-turner." She whispered, a hand rushing to her face. Successfully smearing more blood around her cheek and nose as she contemplated the pure size of the situation. "Madam Pomfrey, might I enquire as to the Headmasters name?" She asked boldly, a face of calm that the people of the media knew well to be the 'front' of Hermione Granger. The boys still looking at her oddly had gone off to sit by the bed of their friend who had lain down with a hand over his eyes. Somewhat uncomfortable looking. It made her wonder. 1976 … twenty years in the past. The year Harry's father, Remus, Sirius and Pettigrew had created the Marauders map as it had been divulged. The year that the medi witch claimed it was. She had jumped twenty years into the past. How long had she modified the spell for the time turner? A day perhaps, a week at the most. Time turners only built for hour length turns at a time.

Ronald … He had pulled the time turned, effectively spinning the golden sand timer wildly. Apparently, adding with the spell he had taken her chance of escape when she was stuck twenty year in the past with no family, no friends. A wand she was thankful to find sitting aside her bed … but this was all wrong. Voldemort was on the rise; Peter had not betrayed his friends. That would come four years from now. Snipe had not yet taken the mark. Voldemort was still reckless and powerful. Perhaps still under the guise of Tom Riddle.

"Why, Albus Dumbledore of course. What a great man. He defeated Grindelwald you kno-"

"Yes yes, I know. Just please I need to speak with Professor Dumbledore immediately. I-I … I need to speak with him. Oh god …"

"Enough of that young lady. I will alert the headmaster but it is early morning and I believe he must have countless other things to occupy his time than-"

"No need to summon me poppy. For I am already here." A voice spoke, clear and loud. Yet with a twinkling tone that made Hermione's heart soar. Dumbledore was alive … at least. In this time he was. How could he be so serene through the years she would never understand? However, she was more than simply glad to see him in the doorway. Blocking an image of rushing students. "Breakfast has just begun and I wished to check in on the female who graced out grounds last night. I believe young lady that you owe these four boys a debt of thanks. They brought you to both my and Poppy's attention very early this morning. I am however surprised to see you awake. Did you not receive a potion?"

"Of course she did Albus." the woman said, obviously ruffled that he dare insult her with the idea of less than thorough care. "However, it seems she is not only resistant to the potions. But believes it to be the year 1996. I worry how she knows my name however." The woman gave a stern look to the girl. Obviously willing her to say something that would make her more aggravated.

"Sorry Madam Pomfrey." The girl said softly. "After the … uh … oh I can't say. But it seems that I've seen too much to make even the strongest potion work for longer than a few hours. I was advised to take at least four to get a restful night. So I apologise for the inconvenience." She said softly, her voice a mere whisper of what she remembered it was. Slowly however, she turned to look at the four boys again. No smile on her face, yet an expression of guilt, panic and most frighteningly … comfort had them worrying. "And I'm thankful boys. I really don't know if I would have survived after … I mean … I …" her voice broke off again as she looked pleadingly at the headmaster. "Sir I must speak with you urgently. I don't know what my being here may do to the delicacy of the situation. I … I can’t say too much without … oh this is difficult" With a frustrated sigh and a painful groan as she shifted in the bed, Hermione attempted to find leverage as she rose up. Taking a deep breath and holding it as her face turned an ashen white as she held in the sounds of her pain. Under Cruciatus she found Death Eaters don't want to play with toys that don't respond well. It didn't mean her seven day kidnapping and torture was not enough to give her knowledge of what it was like to truly be in pain.

"Now child, please take a deep breath and I will sit by you as you explain. However I must insist that you refrain from moving as you see you have a very delicate state of being young one. You were given Skele-grow as much to my knowledge on my arrival and yet you are still healing. I fear you were harmed far more than we anticipated.

"They left me for dead. I'm not surprised they did a thorough job of it." She grumbled, not realising that across the far end of the room, a sandy haired boy heard every word she said. His keen senses so soon after a full moon meaning that he was able to listen quite closely to what people were saying without even trying.

"And by that you mean …"

"Professor, may I be brutally honest? I really don't think it's a good idea for me to talk here in present company. It is unsafe for them. Heck it’s unsafe for you, but I do trust that you will be able to take it on board and not do anything reckless."

Her response only made the elder wizard chuckle. Mumbling something under his breath that she was 'remarkably like mother' in how she admonished his query with so few words.

"As you wish. However, I must again state that you owe these boys a debt of gratitude. Do not begrudge them at least of your name?"

It was out before she realised it. "Hermione Granger." Quickly replaced by a hand over her mouth and a short, sharp yet quiet curse. "They shouldn't know that. I shouldn't have said that. Oh god this isn't gonna be easy." Mumbling into her hand the young brown haired witch did not see the approach of the four boys. They were all devilishly handsome. Even the slightly pudgy one. He wasn't terribly bad looking, just rounder than the others. Reminding her sharply of Neville back in her own time. Dear sweet Neville had died killing the death eaters who tortured his parents. However, being beaten to the punch by the Weasley Matriarch as she sought revenge on her dead sons. He was adorable if it was honest. Adorable, yet there was a longing about him. She saw it in herself still. An eagerness to do anything to be accepted. No matter what it was.

"Potter. James Potter." The one she had called Harry said, nodding his head in greeting as the three sitting around the bed approached. The single figure remaining on the bed as the medi witch approached him with a number of vials of potions.

"Sorry for calling you Harry. You look far too much like someone I know … someone I used to know; for your own good." She mumbled apologetically, nodding her head back.

"Peter." The pudgy one said softly. Nothing else.

"Peter." She said kindly, nodding her head again. The realisation dawning on her of her situation as the devilishly handsome dark haired boy smirked down at her and spoke in sultry voice she remembered from returning him from the veil twenty years in his future.

"Sirius Black. At your service gorgeous." His voice drawled out, gently as he cupped her hand and brought it to his lips, looking very quickly shot down as she grabbed her hand back and let out a yelp/ Her hand was not only covered in her own blood, but the heavy black bruises would remain with her for another few weeks at the very least. "I…I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean … oh … hell." He said shakily, reaching out to offer his apologies but retracting his hand again as if the air had burned him. It only made her expression soften.

"Sorry. I keep forgetting you guys kinda found me on the brink. Be glad you never have to go through that…" she said softly. Mumbling again into her hand as she heard a voice from across the room.

"I'm Remus. And I won't be an idiot and kiss your obviously broken hand but I will say you have no idea how glad I am you're alive!" There was almost humour in the statement. But it only made the girl look back at Dumbledore again and give him a pleading look. One that, from a girl covered in her own blood found naked in his school grounds would not be looked over.

"Gentlemen, I believe you will get another chance to acquaint yourself with Ms. Granger when she is well again, however I suggest that you leave the wing at this moment. I assure you, Mr. Lupin. She will be well looked after now that you have your potions away to class with you all. We will not accept lateness again may I remind you." he gave them a look that made the four of them beam eagerly, obviously being the reaction to the strange twinkling eyes that Dumbledore wore to his very death. It was a sad thought to know she had seen the day he died. That they all died.

"Yes Headmaster." The all chorused, walking out of the room towing a groaning Remus behind them as he downed the many potions in his possession. Grimacing at the taste and leaving them before he too took his leave.

"Now I believe. Ms. Granger. That we have many things to discuss." the old wise man spoke, his voice retaining its gentleness yet his eyes diminishing their sparkle.

It was going to be a very long talk.
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