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Memento	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's Note:

A new chapter!!!
I would like to point out that this work is WIP. I was wondering if there is anywhere in my story settings that it says complete or finished so I can correct it immediately as I am being bluntly attacked behind private messaging that I stated it's complete whilst it isn't yet.
Help please so I can correct it.
Other than, here is a short chapter.
Lovely evening everyone!

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Even if she didn’t say anything, Draco knew that Hermione had been keeping a closer watch on him since they arrived back at Hogwarts..
Whether it was because of Harry’s constant nagging that ‘he was up to something’ or because she was worried about him than ever, he could no longer distinguish.
But he had more pressing matters to tend to.
The idea that his parents were somewhere ‘held captive’ at their own home whilst they await for him to complete ‘his mission’ this year was at the top of his list.

It was nearly three in the morning and he was still tossing and turning in his bed in their dormitory.
His Dark Mark was hurting every once in a while.
As ironic as it sounds, he couldn’t help but think if this was how Harry Potter feels whenever his scar hurt because ‘The Dark Lord’ was rather ‘feeling’ something extreme or was about to call and summon his ‘friends’.
He knew things would eventually end this way but he didn’t expect it to escalate quickly.
And now that school was back, seeing Hermione more often as they encounter one another at school would surely end him in the inevitable event that he has to show her or that she would see that he had truly been marked by the Dark Lord as one of his.
What was he going to do?
What would she say?
Would her logical mind find a way to accept this reality or would she finally take her stand I the unspoken decision on which side to go with?
He was about to lose her.
But if he doesn’t abide with the Dark Lord, he would kill his mother first.
What was he to do?
He didn’t have any choice.
He doesn’t have any choice.
Was this really what each Death Eater felt?

Draco turned again, closing his eyes in disgust.
Now he was ‘one of them’ and to be called a Death Eater disgusted him beyond his comprehension.
He used to admire them.
Used to was the word until he saw what they did, what they were truly capable of.
His aunt Bellatrix was the forefront of the Dark Lord’s allies and was the one who had been egging him to join from the beginning.
She calls it the offer of the Black and Malfoy family together in the service of the Dark Lord.
He was an offering to the Dark Lord.
It used to give him feel the glory, being able to make his parents – his father in particular – very proud.
But when true blood shed came to the light, he didn’t know how he grew up thinking this was ‘honor for the Malfoy’ family.
He didn’t have a way out, he simply didn’t have a choice.
And he was going to lose her forever.

“No, Ron.” Hermione snapped. “I’m not going to help you with that assignment.”
“But Snape-“
“Professor Snape-“ she angrily corrected him, “-gave that for a good reason. Make your own research.” Hermione cut him short eyeing him angrily over the Potions book as they searched for ingredients for today’s potion.

The days had turned in quickly and before they knew it, they were already flooded with various of works, readings and projects and activities for school.
But today was slightly different – Double Potions with the Slytherins – to compete for a particular potion that their new and eccentric potions professor had come up for them to make.
And in the weeks that had been, Harry – for some bloody reason – was becoming atop the class for all their potions activities.
“I thought you’ve turned that book in?” Hermione whispered as she saw Harry pull the old and tattered book out to begin making the potion. “You should turn that in and if you don’t-“
“If you ever tell a soul about that goddamn book Hermione-“ Ron said through gritted teeth. “It’s our only chance to study potions!”

“Quiet you two!” Harry warned as professor Slughorn began walking around the class to give tips and advises and ofcourse, to give slight praise for his new favourite student, Harry Potter.
He had been telling classes and teachers alike how very talented he was at Potions just like his mother.
He never took glory in that because everyone knew, especially their more vindictive than ever ex-Potions professor, knew how much of a scam that fact was.
But neither did he correct professor Slughorn.
He had a special mission to gain Horrace Slughorn’s trust and if lying to him about his abilities to create the simplest to most complex concoctions was the way, then he would do it.
The headmaster had specifically told him that it was his trust he must gain first before they could go on their mission in completing the secret into finding out how to defeat Voldemort and he wasn’t going to pass up for that chance.

“Fuck.”
Hermione’s eyes shot up around the classroom at the familiar voice that uttered the curse word.
Draco was just a table or two across from them and he had accidentally spilled a small bottle of ingredient.
She discreetly kept watching him trying to figure out what was happening in his table.
His table – he wasn’t sharing with neither Crabbe nor Goyle – he was alone, yet again.
She wasn’t sure if it was just her but she had been noticing that even with his fellow Slytherins, Draco was keeping himself apart from.
She kept her eye on him, hoping he would look up at her and tell her that he as fine and that it was a small accident.
But he didn’t look up at her and he kept reworking on the first potion again.

Draco tried his best to keep his head down and refocus on the potion again knowing Hermione had heard him and was surely expecting him to look up at her to signal her that he was fine.
But he wasn’t fine.
He agitatedly pulled his school uniform sleeve further down despite the heat in the classroom as people began brewing in their cauldrons.
His Dark Mark had just felt a hot-gash kind of pain and he knew that something must be happening at the Malfoy manor and he could only hope his mother was well.
His mind couldn’t focus.
He knew Hermione was watching her across the room and knew that Potter has something this year that was helping him become the best of this class when everyone else knew that he was one of the worse next to Neville Longbottom.
The only thing he knew at the moment was that he must be able to create this potion because it will help him accomplish entirely what he had been working on in that Room of Requirement and he would do whatever it has to take to make the required potions in perfect shape to gain that goddamn liquid luck.

“How’s my favourite student?” greeted Lupin’s ever cheerful voice as Harry opened the door with an awestruck look over his face.
He stood by the doorway, completely still upon seeing the familiar and friendly face he knew too well.

“Well aren’t you going to let me in?” Lupin asked as he pushed himself inside the small house.
“I’m sorry, come in – come in-“ Harry said, quickly recovering and embracing his old professor. “I didn’t expect visitor any time soon, I apologize-“
“Well I sent you an owl the other that I’ll be dropping by to go with you to the Ministry, remember?” Lupin said as he handed Harry a fresh bag of bagels. “Breakfast?”

“Yeah, well I don’t really eat – well, alright, thanks-“ Harry weakly smiled at him as he let his old professor in.
Lupin immediately noticed the evident dark circles around Harry’s eyes and for his age, he looked like his age was catching up with him faster than it should.
Something struck in his chest and Lupin had wished that fate had been kinder to the boy.
But no matter, now that he was back in town, he promised his fellow Order members that he would take better care of Harry this time around – especially and specifically because of the pending case release of Draco Malfoy that will surely affect Harry.

If he was surprised or distraught at having an unannounced guest, Harry had quickly shoved all thoughts aside, composing himself at best he could.
He liked seeing Remus Lupin – he was the only person that gave him that kind of comfort that things was going to be better whenever he was around.
After all, Lupin usually had all the answers he needed.
“How is my favourite Auror these days?” Lupin smiled as he closed the creaking door behind him, trying not to make any comment about the house.
It was definitely not the house he remembered it to be at his first visit many years ago.
It was this house that Harry and Hermione had planned to settle down after they got married, this was the love nest that never came to be.

“I’ll get you some coffee, hold on.” Harry said, gushing a little red out of embarrassment for having a sudden guest with his house in that condition.
Lupin slowly followed Harry, quietly observing the state of the household.
Harry had do push and gently kick aside several books, chairs, clothes and empty bottle of liquors aside that were all over the small house.

Pieces of his reference books were everywhere, dirty dishes were also left around the small living room area.
“Have a seat, feel at home.” Harry hurriedly said gathering a large pile of dirty and newly washed clothes from the small and dingy looking couch. “Sorry, I forgot about these the other day.”
Lupin brushed it off and smiled at him, telling him not to worry as it was just him anyway.
Harry disappeared to the other room with the pile of clothes he gathered and Lupin could hear him stashing it instead in another spot of the house while calling him over if he wanted something to eat with the bagel.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Lupin simply called back as he tried to find a suitable spot to sit over the couch area where there were two shattered glasses by the wine-stained old carpet.
Harry was obviously living a routinary lifestyle composed of waking up, going to work, getting back home and drank and that was it.
Harry seemed to have abandoned the idea that in order to live, he had to live a life that was actually fit for living.

With much disdain and regret, Lupin saw how the house resembled old Grimmauld Place at the time they had used it as headquarters for the Order.
He heard Harry rush back to the small kitchen and so he stood up again and went to the small kitchen.
He watched as Harry tossed dishes after another at the already filled sink to make small space over the kitchen table to make coffee for Lupin.
“I can do that.” Lupin offered seeing how distressed Harry seemed to be as he tossed what looked like an old mug, a teaspoon and an almost empty coffee canister at the side of the table to make one for Lupin. “You can prepare for work, Harry.”
“Are you sure?” Harry said as he tried to look for a clean plate for Lupin to eat the bagel. “I might have some ham in here somewhere and cheese, hold on-“
“Harry, I’m good.” Lupin said clearing his throat and gently taking the bag of bagel from the boy. “We can get more breakfast when we get to the Ministry.”
Harry looked back up at him with a heavy sigh and for the first time, Lupin saw that he no longer resembled James nor Lily but rather, a younger version of Sirius – ragged, pale faced and wasted by the years.
“I’ll wait for you here.” Lupin said with a smile. “You go get ready for work.”
“I’m sorry.” Harry said in a small voice. “I just – I haven’t seen anyone as often and I haven’t really got visitors and-“
“It’s okay, it’s alright, my boy.” Lupin said giving him a gentle pat on the back. “We can talk all about it on the way to the Ministry. But now, you get ready.”
Harry’s eyes brightened a little at his words and Lupin knew he was really the one that the boy needed at that point of his life.
“Sorry about the mess.” Harry apologetically said knowing that Lupin’s eyes were quietly watching his surroundings. “I have too much work and I usually come in late and at the weekends I have some errands to do I barely have time-“
“It’s fine, it’s fine Harry.” Lupin had kindly told him as he found a spot to squeeze himself in the kitchen that smelled like something had burnt some days or weeks ago. “I could actually come over to the weekend and maybe ask Ginny and Molly to help-“
“No!” Harry had sharply said making Lupin look at him, slightly surprise. “I mean-“
“They haven’t been here?” Lupin inquired to Harry, trying to avoid looking at his tattered old robes that he was wearing.
It reminded him a lot of the lowest days he had when he was no war hero, jobless and a lone wolf.

“No.” Harry repeated, a little gently this time. “They haven’t… not for a few weeks. And I really feel.. feel embarassed if Mrs. Weasley would see all these.”
Lupin nodded quietly, taking note of the type of privacy they mentioned Harry had become accustomed with.
“I understand.” Lupin simply told him with a curt nod. “Then by all means, I can help you if you ever need-“
“I’ll tell you when I need your help.” Harry simply cut short. “I’m sorry, I need to get my things so we can leave.”
“Sure. Take your time, Harry.” Lupin simply said, engaging him with a gentle smile. “Whatever it is you need, Harry.”

Harry looked back at him and Lupin already knew that the boy’s heart was aching at those words.

“Right…” Harry said after a moment of being speechless. “I’m just going to… going for… upstairs. My things..” and then he disappeared from view while Lupin continued touring himself around the small house.

“Harry, I’d like to see your small office.” Lupin called up after a while as he continued examining the small cracks over the walls and floors of the house.
“Second door with the hallway.” Harry’s voice responded. “I’m almost done.”

Lupin continued to quietly stress to himself Harry’s condition of living.
He heard news from Molly’s letters how Harry had gone from bad to worse through the years but he had never actually imagined that this was how bad things had actually gone.
Despite the unfortunate fate life had given Harry, Lupin never expected it to be this bad for the boy who had so much potential and who deserved so much more in life after all the things he had been through.

He continued to walk around the old house, noticing that upon closer inspection, the stench that was left by the empty bottles of liquor were everywhere.
He was told that Harry drank from time to time but he never thought that he was a potential heavy drinker.

What would James and Sirius say if they knew what was happening with Harry?
Was it too late to save the boy now from what he has become?

Lupin’s thoughts were interrupted as he flinched upon stepping several stack of albums over the floor.
He looked down and saw several open albums from Hogwarts days and a stash of photographs was left over the dingy couch.
He moved to it and picked the stack of old photographs only to find that it were several photos of Harry and Hermione from Hogwarts, some from previous occasions at the Burrow or Grimmauld Place and there were about three at possibly some Muggle café in London.
At the back of each photograph was a date, a year and the place it had been taken.
And judging by the old blotted ink handwriting, it was Hermione’s.
He had taught them many years back, but he would definitely not forget how small, thin and neat Hermione’s handwritings were.
Harry had kept most of the memorabilias that Hermione had carefully and intricately collected for them both.
Lupin breathed heavily, trying to hold back the tears that were starting to form in his eyes at the love that had been lost and the good life the two almost had.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” Harry’s voice called him back to reality and he heard him dashing from the second floor, possibly running for his clothes and bags in a hurry.

Lupin moved forward from the living room, returning the photos and album back neatly by the end table with the other scattered books and continued his inspection of the house.
There were also some signs of small creaks and cracks around the house that pointed out that if there were stormy nights, water surely leaked through the house.
He didn’t want to continue touring the house out of disdain, but he wanted to see the full view and condition for which Harry had settled on living so he would know how to eventually help him.

Finally he reached the small hallway that Harry pointed out where his office was.
There were three doors and though he already pointed which door was his office, Lupin still tried opening the other doors.

He opened the first one and by mistake, it was a mere broom cupboard. Materials immediately fell out from it the moment he opened the door and he could swear that there were two large rats that jumped and escaped from the room.
Lupin quickly closed the door, breathing heavily out of surprised at one jumped out of the first door.
He looked over at the two other doors – one door was larger than the other which was most likely Harry’s office while the other was probably the room Molly mentioned before that was made to be a baby’s room.
He felt that he didn’t want to see the latter.
He continued on to open his office door when he heard a sudden scratch.
He looked around him and could hear the continues creaking coming from either the floorboard or the walls.
It sounded like there was water leaking somewhere around the house that Harry didn’t realize.

“Harry?” Lupin called about and before he knew it, a flash of light came and he fell back on the floor as something large jumped out of the darkened hallway and made to move and attack him.
Lupin drew out his wand out of reflex but when he opened his eyes, Harry was standing over him, wand out and was looking strangely down at him.
“What’s going on?” he asked with a funny look over his face as he lowered his wand and helped Lupin up to his feet.
“Bloody hell, what was that.” Lupin commented, breathing hard as Harry stared at him with an insulting smile over his face.
But insulting as it may be, it was still a smile – a rare feat from the boy these days.
“That’s my owl.” Harry pointed out as Lupin heard it hurl and fly away from the small hallway. “He likes it down here because it’s cold and it’s near my office where I usually need him. You alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Lupin lied knowing his back hurt a little as he fell down, after all he wasn’t as young as he used to be. “Are we going?”
“Yes.” Harry said as he began moving his wand around the house the clear and lock some things. “For good measure. I don’t have much neighbors around here to help incase there are burglars.”
“I see.” Lupin said as they made their progress around and out of the house, Harry explaining to him more of his daily routine which was composed closely of well, nothing much.

As they left the house, Lupin couldn’t help but feel burdened with what he had encountered that morning.
This was the life that Harry Potter had settled into just because the life he had hoped and almost achieved had not happened.
He didn’t seem as sad anymore at the time that he lost Hermione but neither did he look ever happy like he had actually moved on.
Harry seemed to have stayed at the same place he had been many years back at the time he lost Hermione and had never moved forward like the rest of them and yet never ceased to hope that someday he would find Hermione again.
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