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Beyond the Veil	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes:
I welcome my new readers and I welcome readers of my old fics who've been dying to check this out.
Comments box is open for anything you'd like to say. No violent reaction please! hahahah.
Other than, please do tell me what you think of this first chapter.
Depending on my flow, we should roughly be reading through 1999-2000s, somewhere there and in between.

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Beyond the Veil
I
The House Call

There were voices.
There were voices – excited voices all over and around.
The sound of cheers, the wails of joy, names being chanted over.
But everything looked unclear.
Until something glowed – a flash of great light, of something big and even majestic with the sound of fireworks..
Then silence.
An echo.
No, a scream.
There was a scream. No, there were screams.
No, echoes.. yes, they were echoes of voices.. of voices both familiar and unfamiliar..

And then there was a voice – calling her.. calling her closer by the moment.. calling her name.. calling her for something… telling her something.
What was her name?
What was his name?
It was only a voice – clear, rich, unfazed and determined in a way.
She was called again.
Her head whirled, turned and eyes narrowed as her brown orbs tried to locate where the sounds were coming from.
The light had vanished and it turned dark.
It was dark, very dark and she couldn’t make out the silhouettes and shadows moving around and about her.
And then she felt it – someone came to her and had firmly taken her hand making sure that they weren’t going to be separated from the crowd around.
She looked up but the darkness was eating everything up and she couldn’t see who it was.

“Hermione..” the voice called her.
Her eyebrow quirked up as her name became clear.
She remembered her name then but she couldn’t make out who was standing next to her.
But before she could open her mouth to ask his name or what was happening – something else happened.
The grounds from where they stood suddenly crumbled and started giving away.
The hand held her arm now instead with the other taken around her waist.
She looked up, alarmed and fearful.
A pair of what looked like gray and blue eyes greeted her – a pair of orb that looked nothing like beautiful ice melting into her glare.

“Do you trust me?” the voice asked again.
The sounds around them became clearer into what seemed like chaos.
Her heart was beating fast now – from fear, from anticipation or whatever it was that caused it – she wasn’t sure.
Why was the world in chaos?
What was going on?
“Do you trust me?” the voice repeated clearly.
She wanted to know why he was asking but before she could even ask, her body moved in its own accord as if it was separate from her mind that was always reasonable and logical.
She felt distracted for a split moment as she felt the warmth of fire suddenly coming around her.
It was like they were suddenly lit into flames.
Was it because he was gazing back at her with those eyes?
He waited as he stared back at her.
Hermione nodded her head without missing a heartbeat.
He took a tighter hold around her as the grounds beneath them started to completely give away.
She moved closer to him, feeling secured and safe in his arms.
She looked up and saw the features of his face.
She knew that face too well.
He smiled back at her with only his eyes speaking to her for what felt like the longest moment.

“Can I trust you?” he asked her then.
“Yes.” Hermione answered placing her hand around him as well.
Her eyes widened as her voice echoed back into her ear.
He smiled back at her.
“Take my hand.” he whispered with a smile despite the sadness in his beautiful eyes.
“Until the end.” she whispered back at him taking his hand.
He held it firmly and kissed it.

“On the count of three.” he said.
“On the what-“
“One.”
“Wait. What? What’s –“
“Two.”
“Hold on – what’s going on- what are you going-“
“Three.”
“Oh my god. I trust you!”
She braced herself and he took a tighter hold of her into his arms.
The grounds faltered and the sensation of falling came without a warning.
They were falling and her screams wouldn’t end in its deafening form.

And then Hermione Jean Granger woke up.
Her alarm was blazing like fire as well.
“Oh gods..” Hermione muttered, facedown and buried beneath her pillows and blanket.
The alarm was going on all over her room and she felt going crazy at the beeping sound it made.
What time was it?
After a few words were muttered, she tried to move the muscles in her body.
Why did she feel so heavy and pained?

What did she do and where had she gone the previous night?
The pain inside her head felt like her skull breaking in halves.
“Never again.” Hermione muttered trying to get up from the blankets that were drowning her.
She could just recall a bar that she went to with Harry and some friends the previous night and everything else was a haze.
That was why she didn’t really like going out until the morning to drink.
But they always seemed to enjoyed it all and they were her friends.
Hermione managed to grab the small clock and had fretted for the alarm to turn off with eyes closed and mind forcing to keep itself awake.
She looked up and it was half past nine.
There was a tapping by her window.
“Oh god.” Hermione muttered trying to block all sounds away from her. “Oh god. Please.. just five minutes.”
The tapping wouldn’t stop at all.
She had an owl post at half past nine.
Cursing, she turned around and about and forced herself out of the bed, carrying her heavy body and exhausted mind.
Wrapping her blanket around her body, she walked to her window like a zombie with every bit of heavy feeling in her.
She turned the lock and pulled up the window and the large owl swooped in.
It dropped the letter by her feet and swooped straight over the side of the room where a bowl of owl treats had always been prepared for situations like that.
Hermione bent over to pick up the letter and quickly opened it realizing it was Bill and Fleur’s owl.

“See you at brunch at the Weasley’s. I slept over. I’ll pick you up by ten. Harry.”
“Mother of dragons.” Hermione muttered realizing how little time she had to prepare.
The owl took a mouthful of treats and swooped out of her window as fast as it had come.
It was already 9.35 in the morning and Harry was bound to arrive in a few minutes – and he was always on time when it came to her.
Without much of a choice, Hermione hurried herself to her wardrobe to pick a nice dress after her shower before Harry gets into her apartment.

It has been a few months since the downfall of the Dark Lord and his allies.
The whole of the wizarding world was just trying to cope through all that it has endured and all the losses they would now have to face and accept.
It wasn’t easy, but life had to do on.
And with Harry by hers side, Hermione knew that she would always just make it onto another day despite everything that has happened to each of them.
After all, they had one another.

“No.” Hermione snapped at him. “I do not remember doing that.”
Harry chuckled back at her.
He picked her up right at her apartment and had to wait for an hour for her to finish her girly-rituals before she was ready to go down with him to make a small walk at the park that they always did on Sunday mornings before getting themselves to the Weasley’s weekly brunch.
“You were so drunk, dancing all over the place – I’ve never seen-“
“Not a word.” Hermione squealed burying her eyes behind very large sunglasses.
“I’m only saying,” Harry slowly began with a bit more of perspective into his tone, “is that I’ve never seen you that happy before.”
“I wasn’t happy.” Hermione snapped back at him. “I was crazy. I wasn’t thinking. I am never going to do that again.”
“Suit yourself.” Harry smiled at her taking her hand as they walked down the sidewalk. “I heard that just lastweek.”

Hermione hit him with her small handbag.
“Fall is beautiful.” Hermione commented after a while as they walked down the streets, hand in hand while her other hand held an icecream that Harry had bought her.
The sky was bluish with a bit of sunlight and the air around them was blowing against their faces.
Time was passing very fast.
“But isn’t it odd?” Hermione asked with a smile. “It’s still fall – shouldn’t it be-“

“’Mione, ‘Mione. Seriously.”
Harry only chuckled at her and the way her brain works – it will always never fail to surprise him for her to ask every bit of thing around them.
But before Harry could continue, a girl who was walking from their opposite direction had collided fast and brushed against Hermione.
“What in the mother-“ Hermione yelped in her surprise as her icecream nearly toppled over her nice rose and pink dress.
Harry held her hand as they both stopped, looking back at the girl who didn’t seem to offer anything but rudeness back at them.
“Did you see that?” Hermione asked him removing her shades to take a closer look at the girl who was walking fast away from them. “And now she’s running away from us? Let me at her – let me-”
“Hermione-“ Harry said quickly placing his arms around her waist to stop her from getting anywhere other than staying at his side.
“I’m sorry for bumping into you!” Hermione yelped to the direction of the girl who still completely ignored her. “Bloody hell.”
Harry held her closer to keep her calm.
“Hermione, come, let’s go-“
“Did you-“
“I saw.” Harry cut her short with a smile as he placed his arm over her. “But just calm yourself down, okay? We’re off to have a good weekend.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Her headache was giving her all the bad moods she could carry. “I’m sorry.” Hermione said as she went back to her icecream. “My head just really hurts.”
“I’m sure Mrs. Weasley has something for you.” Harry said with a smile at her as he wiped the small icecream at the side of her lips with his finger.

“Mum, they’re here!” Ginny’s scream could be heard all the way down the garden path.
Hermione smiled as she hurried her steps, dragging Harry behind her.
“Now you suddenly want to hurry-“
“I’m hungry.” Hermione commented rolling her eyes. “And I can smell Mrs. Weasley’s chicken pot pie all the way from here!”
Harry laughed behind her as they ran up the final steps up the cottage.
It was a slightly larger cottage that Bill had bought for his beloved wife given they were already hoping to have a bigger family.
Every Sunday since after the war, brunches were held at this place to accommodate both family and friends altogether.
Friday dinner and wine also wouldn’t go amiss from time to time.
It was a perfect cottage.
It was large, slightly an hour or two away from the city, overlooking a great view, a vast garden that Mrs. Weasley insisted on growing and a spacious place inside.
It was the perfect place to spend their Sundays altogether.

“Oh, Ginny!” Hermione greeted as she removed her shades to embrace her.
“Oh, mum made your favourite pie!” Ginny excitedly said dragging her inside while Harry shook hands with Bill, Charlie.
“Yes, I know.” Hermione kissed her cheek. “I could smell it all the way down the lawn.”
“And ofcourse, I’ve already taken the first bite from it.” Fleur excitedly came over, wailing in her French excitedly as she greeted Hermione.
And before Hermione could even take back her body, Mrs. Weasley had gone zooming into the room, kissing her and Harry and greeting them at the top of their lungs while announcing everything she’s cooked for everyone that Sunday brunch.
Hermione looked around at the people around her – at everyone she has been with and everyone she has just loved.
“You alright?” Fleur asked in her pretty accent dragging her aside to give her a bite from a sweet treat she had in a small plate.
Hermione grinned happily at her.
“How’s the baby bump?” she asked her excitedly taking a bite for the square cookie.
“Bloody still small.” Fleur said gesturing over her stomach and turning sideways and back at her.
“You’ve always been skinny.” Hermione pointed out. “And besides, it’s only been what? 4 months or so?”
“Three months and two weeks.” Fleur lazily answered taking another mouthful of the dessert. “And I’ve been eating like hell. Come on, let’s get food at the kitchens but everyone is settled to eat at the living room.”
Hermione chuckled with her and looked around for Harry who was obviously already lost somewhere in the cottage with the boys.
“Hermione!” Mr. Weasley greeted them loudly with a tray of cupcakes in his hand. “Let me see you right up in a while, I need to bring this to the living room-“
“Oh, no, let me help you.” Hermione said quickly walking over to take it from him but he shook his head. “If you want to help, there is a large tray of roasted turkey over there. Give it some magic to finish cooking up or Molly will cook me.”
“Oh, I’m sure she wouldn’t.” Hermione said taking her wand out from her pocket which she just realized she had left at her apartment. ‘”Oh, hold on, I need to ask Harry-“
“It’s fine.” Charlie said who had come across the room and who had been watching them the whole time. “I’ll deal with it.”
Hermione looked up, distracted with a smile over her face.
He embraced her.
“How’s the most brilliant Hogwarts graduate?” he asked proudly.

“She’s a Healer now.” Harry said entering the room and helping Mr. Weasley take the tray to the living room while Ginny crossed the room to the area where the turkey was supposed to be with Percy carrying plates and utensils right behind her.
“Healer in Training.” Hermione pointed out as he grabbed two large pitches of juice from the table to bring back to the living room with the others.
Bill, Charlie and Harry had begun talking about dragons and Quidditch as they went back and forth from the kitchen to the living room, bringing in the food.
Ginny and Fleur were right behind her doing the same thing but talking to her about a few cafes that were new at Diagon Alley had been slowly being rebuilt to its former glory.
“Yes, we should go.” Hermione answered, smiling back at them as they passed the living room. “Hey George. Wake up sleepy head or else all these food will disappear!”
The two girls chuckled as Hermione kicked the end of the couch where a slumped, tired and sleeping form of whom she assumed was George lay over the largest couch with his face buried beneath his favourite scarf that Mrs. Weasley knitted for him.
“Did he over work again?” Hermione asked as George barely made a movement and a grunt at their direction as they passed him.
“Comes home about three in the morning.” Ginny answered her. “Leaves very early too. We think he’s trying to kill himself by overworking.”
“No, business is just really doing well.” Charlie piped in right behind her as he helped her with the pitchers and ushered her to grab a spot somewhere to sit and eat. “Maybe I’ll be in town for a few weeks to help him out.”

“Yeah.” Ginny said. “Me too. He’s been doing a lot of the work since Ron left.”
“Where is Ron?” Hermione suddenly asked wheeling her head around the room.
Other than Fred obviously, Ron was the only one who wasn’t present in the gathering.
“Wake up sleepy head.” Harry said as he messed up her hair and sank right next to her over one of the squishy couches and handed her a platter of food. “He’s already off to professional Quidditch training.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes until she slowly remembered the day he got an invite to train professionally abroad.
It was the same day she planned to answer the letter sent by St. Mungo’s inviting her to train in their department.
“I forgot about it. Sorry.” Hermione said starting off with the salad on her plate while other food were being passed around with cheers and talks.
Hermione settled and looked around her.
Everything was slowly growing and going back to normal and there was nothing more she wanted more than these.
Despite all their struggle and losses, as with Hogwarts and the rest of the wizarding community, they were going to stand up again.
“Are we all here?” Hermione asked in a mouthful of the turkey that Ginny and Fleur began serving and passing around.
“Not quite.” said a familiar voice by the doorway.

Everyone looked up and Hermione’s eyes felt like it had gone out of its place.
“Professor Lupin!” Harry’s voice echoed all over as heads turned and the professor was quickly greeted and passed around the room like some stuffed toy to be hug.
“How is the brightest witch of her age?” he asked as he reached Hermione with a smile over his face.

Hermione was speechless.
How bad was her drinking?
There were several scars over his face and a handful of bandages that told her that it wasn’t accumulated from his transformation but from the war.

Harry stared right beside them with a gleam over his face.
“Healer. In training.” Hermione quickly added with a narrowed look over at Harry who was just about to open his mouth to answer Lupin’s query.
“I’m sure you’ll do quite well, Miss Granger.” Lupin said.
Despite the smile over his face, there was the look of exhaustion over his eyes that told Hermione how much the war had affected him and the one loss he can never gain back.
“Come, come, Remus!” Mrs. Weasley said patting him over the back and giving him a peck over the cheek. “We’ve already began with the turkey. Why did you not bring Teddy?”
“She’s at her aunt Andromeda.” Lupin replied with a gentle smile as he was led back into the living room with the rest. “She’s taking very good care of him.”
Hermione gave him a kind smile, an assuring and encouraging one as she could only think of how hard it must be to raise a child on his own.
But they were there with him.
And they were all going to raise Teddy to be a very good man just like his father.

“Is George really not going to eat?” Hermione curiously asked Fleur seeing her take her second plate already while Harry and the other boys were already on their third or fourth helping of turkey, salad and everything else that were buffeted around the living room.
There were freshly tossed greens, a very large turkey, a platter of sliced ham and cheese, blue berry cupcakes, an array of chicken and tuna pies, a fulfilling creamy pasta and a lot more of other dishes that Hermione supposed were an accumulation of all their favourite dishes altogether.

Her heart was content and fulfilled as much as her stomach hours later.
She could only hear the cheers, conversations and laughter all around her as she could barely make out everything out of her stuffed stomach.
“Is your mum trying to murder us?” Harry said recoiling in a corner of the couch with Hermione as Bill entered the room now carrying in two bottles of wine to be passed around while Ginny and Fleur excitedly entered the room with two trays each of crackers, grapes and cheese and began passing it all around.
“She’s just happy to see everyone.” Ginny said with a chuckle as she handed Harry and Hermione a glass of wine.
“We were here last week.” Harry pointed out reaching anyway for a few of the cheese and grapes.
“We are here every weekend.” Hermione pointed out as well but she grabbed a few of the cheese and grapes as well.
“Don’t worry. We won’t tired of your faces even if you eat all the food in the house.” a voice came with a smile. “Hello, ‘Mione.”

Hermione’s eyes widened.
“George!” she squealed quickly getting to her feet to embrace him.
He was already halfway into his platter of food despite that the scarf was askew over and around his head – exactly as it was when he was sleeping over the couch.
Hermione smiled back at him.
Some things just never change.

“How’s business?”
“Really well.” he replied with a smile as he took the cheese from Harry’s plate and settled himself just right in between her and Harry over the small space they had at the end of the couch. “And you? How are you?”
“Really well as well.” Hermione replied.
“How’s business with Harry?” he asked then a playful tone and look over his face as he slowly turned from her then at Harry. “Really well, as well?”
It wasn’t much of a secret to anyone that Harry had feelings for Hermione and which was shown publicly as the war drew closer to its commence and end.
“Oh please.” Harry said with a gleam over his face as well as he placed his arm around Hermione. “Booming and blooming as well.”
There were coy cheers around the living room and Hermione blushed furiously at their jeer at them.
Harry had always been a gentleman and had never forced himself towards Hermione.
She knew how he felt – how she wasn’t that ready and how she wanted their lives fixed back to normal before jumping into anything.

“Mrs. Weasley, thank you for everything.” Hermione said embracing the older woman as they bid them goodnight and thank for the day at about half past ten already.
Lupin was the first to leave a few hours earlier given he had to go and tend to Teddy as he had said.
Fleur had fallen asleep a little earlier while George who had disappeared somewhere in the night was probably back at Diagon Alley to do his nightly accounting of his business.
Bill and Ginny were left with Mr. Weasley to clean up after the kitchens and Charlie had left to go to a pub with some of his so-called ‘dragon mates’.
“It is always lovely to have you.” Mrs. Weasley said embracing her tightly. “Harry, you’re taking her home?”
“Yes.” Harry said giving the woman a hug. “To my home.”
Hermione nudged him over the ribs and Mrs. Weasley laughed at them.
“Take care you two.” she had said taking Hermione’s hand. “You come by any time you need anything my dear.”
“Yes, I would.” Hermione said realizing that she meant was she can come by any time she needed a mother.
After the war, Hermione was still trying to locate her parents and by far, despite that she already found them at a near location on where she’s left them, she hasn’t seen them.
She felt she needed to be emotionally ready to see them once she lifts the spell to make them remember her – and that will cost a lot of emotional feels and questions – and she wasn’t just as ready yet.

“Goodbye. I will see you next weekend.” Hermione said as Harry held her hand and they walked out onto the night.
Mr. Weasley suddenly came into the door to give them a last minute embrace.
Hermione laughed at his words and jokes all the day and was always proud of him as the father of all of them.
“I will see you next weekend, Mr. Weasley.” Hermione replied with a smile. “I will bring you that coffee maker I promised show you.”
He looked gleeful, as excited as ever at her promise every time they part.
Hermione had always brought him something nice from the world of Muggles to add up to his collection.
Mrs. Weasley hated the idea of all the junk piling up in his storage, but they were mostly from Hermione so she wouldn’t let it all be thrown out either.
“I will buy the beans!” Mr. Weasley excited said lowering his voice. “I have a Muggle-Born contact as well who can extract and bring me fresh beans from Brazil-“
“Alright, alright, Arthur.” Mrs. Weasley said taking Hermione and Harry again in her arms. “They have to go now. I will see you this weekend little ones.”
“Yes.” Hermione smiled back at the term and gesture. .”Yes, you will.”

The sound of cheers, the wails of joy, names being chanted over.
But everything looked unclear.
Until something glowed – a flash of great light, of something big and even majestic with the sound of fireworks..
Then silence.
An echo.
No, a scream.
There was a scream. No, there were screams.
No, echoes.. yes, they were echoes of voices.. of voices both familiar and unfamiliar..
And then there was a voice – calling her.. calling her closer by the moment.. calling her name.. calling her for something… telling her something.
What was her name?
What was his name?
It was only a voice – clear, rich, unfazed and determined in a way.
She was called again.
Her head whirled, turned and eyes narrowed as her brown orbs tried to locate where the sounds were coming from.
The light had vanished and it turned dark.
It was dark, very dark and she couldn’t make out the silhouettes and shadows moving around and about her.
And then she felt it – someone came to her and had firmly taken her hand making sure that they weren’t going to be separated from the crowd around.
She looked up but the darkness was eating everything up and she couldn’t see who it was.
“Hermione..” the voice called her.

Hermione shot her eyes open.
The darkness had filled all over and around the room and all she could hear was the sound of her hushed breathing pattern.
She had another of that nightmare again.
When was it going to stop and where had it come from?
But before she could really comprehend her surroundings she heard an urgent tapping by her window.
It was a large white owl.
It looked a lot like Hedwig.
Despite the darkness, Hermione found her way towards the window and let the owl in.
It didn’t swoop inside to get from her owl treats bowl until she realized it wasn’t an owl but a glowing Patronus instead.
But why was it outside her window?
“Fuck. The enchantment.” Hermione muttered realizing that the wards were still all over her house when she left earlier with Harry.
The glowing light entered through her room and its form was something she couldn’t make out of.

A Patronus at three in the morning?

She still felt dazed and out of her head, not really knowing what to make out of the form before her.
And then it hit her.
Patronus at this hour only meant something: an emergency at the Ministry of Magic or at St. Mungo’s.
It had always been that way in the way of the war they had gone through.
This was their way of sending messages.
There were only ever three points that Aurors and the Order alike ever communicated this way in an emergency: At St. Mungo’s, at the Ministry of Magic and at Grimmauld Place.
Grimmauld Place was already out of the question.
It would only fall into the two categories and given she was contacted, it then it was obvious that they needed a Healer.
But she was a Healer in training.
But even so, it was a call at three in the morning so it might be some sort of emergency.
But before she could decide, a loud tapping at her door came this time.
“What in the world..” Hermione muttered quickly getting herself towards the door.
The moment she opened the door, she knew something had already gone terribly wrong.
“We need to get down at St. Mungo’s.” Harry breathlessly said in his Auror uniform. “Auror’s are gathered there together with the injured ones that were taken there.”
“Injured?” Hermione asked, bewildered and forcing to keep herself awake. “What’s going on?”
“A great explosion. .” Harry explained to her with great fear and worry all over his face. “Right outside the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Weasley was there for his early report and rounds and we still haven’t heard from him.”
“Oh my god.” Hermione whispered covering her mouth, eyes wide. “How about Mrs. Weasley – does she-“
Harry shook his head.
“But at this moment, perhaps Bill is already speaking to her.” Harry said handing a traveling cloak to her. “We need to go. We have to leave now.”
Tears were already filling in Hermione’s eyes as Harry tightly held her hand to take her out back into the cold morning light.
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