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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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After getting the mere gist of the information expelled toward him at such high speed, the Headmaster gave the girl a moment to take a deep breath under his instructions. Watching as she did so and replayed to him in a much softer voice that it was difficult to tell him anything without revealing too much. Beginning with her even being at Hogwarts in the first instance.

"Well, how about this dear. I simply say that I am impervious to any and all things that you believe will shock me as I feel very strongly it shall not. After all, I am known to be a great listener. Bon Bon?" He said softly, the sudden change of track made the Hermione a little confused yet watched as he produced a white paper bag from within his robes, taking out what looked to be a strawberry bon bon and popping it into his mouth beneath the large silvery white moustache and the ever long beard that was only slightly shorter than when she had known him in her own time. At her shake of the head he shrugged and returned the bag to its compartment. Delighting in the taste for a few moments before looking at her again and continuing. "I am a very old man my dear and many things have crossed my path in my youth. I fear no knowledge, as knowledge is the power which will succeed." He said with a wink and a grandfatherly grin that made her relax slightly more into the hospital bed. Something she had not experienced since second year when she woke after having been petrified by the basilisk. Memories of that year were overshadowed by the many other great adventures she and her friends had endured. The golden trio at such young ages fighting things adults feared. It was preposterous.

"If you are sure sir …" She said softly, taking a quick scan of the room and finding no-one that could hear in on her words. "Professor. I'm not from here. I swear to you I'm no threat to you or the students but I'm a potential thread to the timeline." She said in a hushed tone. "I last remember the date being summer 1996. We had defeated Voldemort-" She noticed his raised eyebrows at the name. "-here at Hogwarts and my two friends and I had become celebrities. Sortof. We were the ones who faced him off. Although it was Harry who really killed him. He's my age … or … will be." She said, mumbling to herself again as she tried to remember not to speak in the present or the past, but of the future. An odd sensation if ever there was. "My name is Hermione Granger and I am a muggle born Gryffndor student here at Hogwarts. I was top of the year for the past six years … will be the top … and was will be! a prefect." She sighed, looking at him for help for her situation. It was not easy changing tenses so quickly as she remembered that to remain in coherence she would need to adjust slightly. She could reveal nothing. She could change nothing!

"My dear girl. Don't confuse yourself. Simply remain in the mental timeline you remember as it will ease the process of adjusting." She offered wisely, the bon bon still stuck in his mouth as he gave her an almost youthful smile.

"Right. Yes. That may work. I must remember that if I'm to go back …"

"Oh I have no doubt that you will not be returning Ms. Granger."

"I beg your pardon?"

"And you have it dear, but unfortunately I must confess … Time-turners do not offer a 'future' setting as it were. As they are currently the only Time altering device on the wizarding market they would be our only chance of returning you. Be that as it may … you will remain here."

"oh no … Sir I can't. Truly I would love to live in a world where I am not plastered all over the daily prophet but I truly cannot. I know far too much about the people who attend here. It would be unwise for me to be anywhere in the link where I could change or alter time. Professor McGonagall always told me when I used the time turner not to be seen because it could alter time. And I almost got killed by a werewolf in my third year because I did not heed that advice and oh dear … sir … I know about everyone about what they willdo!"

"Be that as it may. We have no way to return you. And I have no connections within the ministry that could aid you in this problem child. I do however understand that there seems to be those who in your time see so little of your existence that you are broken to within an inch of existence. Now who would do such a-"

"Death Eaters." She said plainly. Noticing again the shock on his face.

"And yet you tell me you defeated the rising threat that is within my own time?" He enquired, obviously attempting to pick holes in her story.

"We did. But that did not excuse the fact that a muggleborn killed their leader. That Voldemort was finally defeated by three sixteen year olds barely coming into the world and not even of age yet." She ran a hand through her hair, noticing the matting and groaned. Reaching for her wand on the bedside cabinet she gave a quick swish and the blood that one covered her had vanished. Much to the mirth of the headmaster and dismay of the healer.

"Miss Granger! You could have seriously injured yourself!"

"It was a spell. I am a witch. I have a wand. I am therefore inclined to use it after the war. I wasn't on guard that night I left … After my two friends deserted me well I sortof lost my way. I just sat and did nothing. Did no magic, practised no incantations, studied no spells. Nothing If I wasn't a hear ahead I would have been worried. But … " Sighing she looked at Madam Pomfrey with a redness in her cheeks at her admittance. "I was raped and beaten miss. My two muggle parents were eating dinner when my house was attacked by seven masked Death Eaters. When I got downstairs with my wand they were already thrown into the back corner and they … they used my shock to their advantage. Disarming me and kicking my wand away before they … they all … twice …" The small inconsistent breaths that she puffed out were not enough to keep her in check. Once again the hysteria over her situation came into blinding front and she came to the realisation that, after what Dumbledore had stated … she would never see her friends again. This was worse than being dead. Being dead meant a chance to see old ones lost, being list in time? A completely new scenario.

"I summised as such." The medic said with a heavy heart. "I did the necessary precautions on you dear. So there is no chance of some little one making its way into this world. But I must insist, do not become involed in anything too physically exerting for a while. I am sure the headmaster will be able to provide suitable space for you here dear. I would like to keep my eye on you."

"As a matter of fact Poppy you are once again correct. There is a bed in the Gryffindor dormitories that I assume is to your liking. By you're age I assume you are a sixth year?"

"I was, I was to start seventh year this year however."

"Never the less, I suggest that you retrain this year in sixth. It sounds to me you did not get much schooling last year." He spoke, the twinkle returning in his eyes as he watched her warily. Unsure of her honesty. "Now, as a matter of precaution, would you mind me searching your mind Miss Granger. If only so that I may confirm my suspicions that you are not a spy sent here to steal my study methods and report to the other Wizarding schools." The absurdity of what he had just said made the now un bloodied girl laugh gently. Her chest still painfully locked as the bones grew once again. Skele-grow was never a pain free option. But for the damage she had endured it was the only choice. With a short nod, Albus took his wand from his robe and pointed it at her with a stern face, giving her only a moments warning before she found her life flashing again before her eyes. Every second of every day for sixteen years. Her studious attempts to be just like everyone else. Harry, Ron … Voldemort. The final battle, the dead. Dumbledore's own death, Harry's parents story … everything."

Shaken physically from the mental attack, Hermione gave the man a small smile and a nod before she lowered her head and fell into unconsciousness.

Upon waking, The girl found herself in a familiar room. The heavy velvet draped covering a four poster bed with a small bedside table to her left where her wand was perched. A pair of bright green familiar eyes peering down at her from a very unfamiliar face.

"Oh thank goodness you woke up. Dumbledore warned me you might not wake up for hours, I was worried." The girl said softly. She was almost identical to Ginny that it was shocking many people never made the connection between Harry and Ginny to his mother and father. "I'm Lily Evans." She said, even softer. Her hands gripping the bottom frame of the bed anxiously as Hermione took in the surrounding room. She was no longer in the hospital dress; but a set of Gryffindor robes that she remembered all too fondly. It was saddening in a way. "Oh and don't worry. Professor Dumbledore said that you were to just transfigure robes if you need to for now. But I have loads of stuff and you look around my size so you can share mine if you like. Poor thing. I'm so sorry that it had to be those four who found you. Although, Remus im not surprised. Its that they had the audacity to … ugh!" The red head shook her head fiercely, reminding her once again of a certain red haired Weasley. It was almost uncanny.

"Im Hermione." She said weakly, trying to get up off the bed but finding herself hissing and landing back down again. The entire concept of being laid out like this was rather preposterous after all! She had been one of the three to take down Voldemort for Merlin's sake!

"I know." Her eyes glittered cutely before turning into a mask of horror as there was a banging on the door and a demand to be let into the room. Lily squared her shoulders and have a 'one moment' finger to Hermione as she rose from the foot of her bed and made her way over to the door. Opening it and about to obviously tell the boys to leave while they burst in headfirst. Falling to the ground and laughing good naturedly.

"C'mon Lily, we just wanted to see the girl. We saved her life you know" Sirius spoke with mock hurt and offence, James shortly after picking up where his best friend left off while Remus stared at her on the bed closest to the door. Her hair fanned out around her in a frizzy mess and her Gryffindor robes far better than what was her last attire.

"hey." She said in the same weak voice she had used with Lily. Finding all ten eyes focused on her as the four males clambered over to get a good look at the girl, Lily simply looking on with guilt. "No worries Lily. I need to thank them anyway." She said softly, once again hardening her face and making quick work of lifting herself from the bed and sitting upright, her back against the headboard as she focused her eyes ahead and slowly let out a breath, hitching in the middle as a shot of pain crumpled her reserve. "Thanks though. I swear, I owe you. I don't think I'd have been here if you had found me even minutes after you did. The plan was for me to be killed by I guess I was underestimated." She said softly, a small laugh rumbling through her as the group looked on in shock. She just made a joke about nearly being killed.

"You knew who did this to you?" Lily enquired, not having heard anything other than she was injured and found unconscious by the marauders.

"Of sorts. I don't know who they are personally, but I knew what they are. It's not the first time they've tried it. I've always been better at getting away alive." She murmured, keeping herself from making eye contact with anyone. She was choosing her words carefully after all. One false accusation and the entire fabric of time could tear. With a heavy sigh she chanced looking up and saw the furious expressions on four very angry students looking down at her. So much so that she cringed away from their heated looks and hissed in a wince. Closing her eyes momentarily to regain herself before opening them and finding herself unable to meet the faze again. "Its not like I wanted this to happen you know. Yea, I should have been more careful. Yea, I knew better to let my guard down or even to have put wards up but no. I didn't cause I was moping and depressed so I'm Sorry alright!" Exasperated the girl deftly swung herself from the bed. Ignoring the burning pain the same way she had done before. Letting a numbness envelop her; stemmed from the angry gazed that without her knowledge had softened to sympathetic awe as she, still in pain got herself out of the bed and began making her way -grabbing anything steady in her path- toward the door so that she could make her way to Dumbledore and ask to leave. Hell she would live in the muggle world away from magic if it meant she was away from any distractions.

"And where do you think you're off to kitten?" Sirius asked in a bemused voice, his hands on his waist in a reprimanding expression caused James to snort, but backed down when his expression became darker. "You are not leaving here until you can look me in the eye and tell me you cant feel any more pain."

"I don't let the pain get to me. that's the point Sirius. Trust me … I've had worse." She mumbled, continuing to make her way to the door before finding her path blocked by two marauders, the three remaining figures at her back. "C'mon guys. I'm tired, I wanna see Dumbledore and just want to leave this godforsaken place" She said softly, although the heavy undertone of pain laced each word. It was not pain physically that was affecting her judgment. Instead the pain of having lost a part of her that loved the school she found herself in. Of a pain which stemmed from the images of bodies lying all around her. Of killing and seeing others be killed. By some strange twist of fate; Hermione found herself wishing that she had just let herself succumb to the pain back home. Perhaps if she reached for the time turner, or spelled it different. If she had eaten dinner with her parents out instead of staying in. If she hadn't been moping about the house for months on end … she could still have been relatively happy. Letting her face fall only slightly, Hermione found herself brushing away stray tears and defiantly looking into the eyes of a man whose life she had saved more than once. "Sirius Black I ask you to let me leave. If not for my sanity then for your own safety. None of you are safe with me around. Trust me."

"Now see that's the nut shell. Why should we?"

The shock of being forced to think so clearly for a second made her momentarily register pain and she ground her teeth together. Standing on broken legs with a broken hip. Clever work for the 'smartest witch of her age' "Pardon?"

"like I said. If anything you should be the one trusting us. We did save your sorry ass out there after all." He replied sharply, the words cutting. But doing their job effectively. Causing her to take a step back and realise she was not in her own time. No-one knew who she was or indeed what she was. For all they knew she could be a vampire!

"That's my point. You cant trust me. You're trust has been earned by saving me, but I've done nothing. I could be bloody Voldemort in disguise for all you know!" She hissed. Watching with a strange sense of glee as they all shrank back. Wincing at the use of his name. "Or should I call him Thomas. Since that was the name his muggle father graced him with?" She said menacingly. Showing something dangerous in the way she was lying to them. Having imitated Bellatrix to gain entrance to her vault and having been Crucio'ed by her enough times to last a lifetime was it any wonder that she could so convincingly become something she was not without anyone thinking twice about it? "Or would you prefer I give him his fear filled title of 'You-Know-Who'. it's a name. Just like Sirius or Lily. There is nothing about a name that makes up a person."

"A rose, by any other name would smell as sweet."

Turning around, Hermione nodded her head in single motion at Remus behind her as his instantaneous reciting of Shakespeare. It sounded marvellous from his tongue.

"By all means, lie Hermione. But Dumbledore has me under strict rules. Until Madam Pomfrey deals with your broken pelvis, both your legs and the seven ribs that were puncturing your lungs. You. Will. Not. Leave."

"Petrificus Totalus!" James said gleefully. Thankful for being able to use his main method of intimidation for something other than poor Severus. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Slowly, the boy levitated the frozen girl to the bed and gently placed her down. "I didn't know it was that bad." He mumbled.

"Finite incantatem." Remus finished when she was safely nestled on the nest of pillows and blankets.

"You don't know the half of it." Hermione mumbled into the pillow. No longer hiding as she turned her head away from the ground; the large tears rolling down her face. She could still see it. See every single one of them as they took her. Each time trying to aim at breaking a bone. The fingers by then were done. Crushed under their knees as they held her open for the others. Humiliating her. Degrading her. After all. "Just cause I'm muggleborn." She whimpered. Not relishing in the gasp, nor the hand on her shoulder. Warm and inviting in the least she did not look round to see the worried face of Remus as he held back the small whine in the back of his throat. Stupid wolf instincts … it had never acted up before. Perhaps it was the scent of her blood that had sent him into a stupor over her. He would need to research this.
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