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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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I have been busy like really busy, some emotional things on my part, workload for my student's recital last end of July, a handful of shit at work and at other social parts of my life and writer's block.
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Beyond the Veil
VIII
The Visitor

“Hey, mum, it’ll be really nice to hear from you both.” Hermione sighed as she gently kicked her door close behind her and heaving her things inside her apartment.
She walked to her countertop at the small kitchen area and placed down all the grocery bags in her hand and then shoved the large folded over the table.
“I’ve been trying to call you both for days now and I haven’t heard anything. Send me a note or anything the way I told you incase you’re in at the vacation place you told me about or something. I might be out over the weekend so a note will be nice. Send my hug to dad. Love you both.”

Hermione clicked the small gadget down as she entered her small living room.
She stared at the clock along the wall and it was half past eleven in the evening already and she felt extremely tired already.
She missed her parents at times like this.
When she felt tired and confused all at the same time.

She slumped herself against the large and comfortable couch and stared at her small phone.
With a bit of magic and a little bit of help from Mr. Weasley and at the Ministry Muggle Office Hermione was able to contact her Muggle parents through this small means of communication.
This had not been released for the public to use for safety and security measures and the Decree of Secrecy of their world, but being one of the Golden Trio who had saved the world from complete extinction and an obvious sacrifice on her part including Obliviating her own parents at the time of the war, Hermione was able to pull in a few strings and favors around without guilt on her part.
After the war and after finding her parents only a few weeks or months through it, she had been communicating with them through the device.
However since it was just still on the test run for her, she found that it didn’t work most of the time as she had not been receiving messages from them which makes her substitute the whole communication at certain times back to the old Owl Post way.
Hermione was getting frustrated by the use of it but as Mr. Weasley told him and the Ministry worker right before it was given to her, it wasn’t an official means to contact the other world and so the risk of its working right wasn’t quite that dependable.
Her parents rather found the latter method of traditional Owl Post more suitable for them anyway.

Hermione sighed heavily and kicked her shoes off and could barely move a muscle.
It was late already and Draco had walked her right outside her apartment.
He bid her a quick goodnight peck on the cheek before pacing fast and away from her as if afraid that she was going to slap her for it.
In truth, she had been too surprised for it and had been surprised herself when she initiated into holding his hand into their walk back home.
She must definitely be running mad.

Yes, she had to come into terms that she was slightly confused with talking to Draco today.
It had been a therapy session of some sort but it definitely wasn’t the traditional or normal one she does for other patients.
He had been very evasive and careful to answer certain questions in her observation which made the whole thing quite hard since she couldn’t reach through him and communicate fully because he refuses to tell him everything.

Well, it was just the first stage and anyone she handled really refused to tell everything on the early stages.
She’ll give it a bit more shot then.
Which will mean she would have to do another few sets of this ‘therapy session’ or meeting him privately somewhere else.
He made it very clear that he didn’t want to do it at the hospital and most especially at the group support but she didn’t feel safe and secure doing it at his apartment.
They would definitely have to go out again sometime and she’d have to endure the idea that it was indeed a sort of date.

Hermione sighed and turned and buried her face by the couch.
The long hours today she had spent with Draco had been a revelation of sorts from the boy she thought she knew all these years.
Though she still think of him at certain areas that he was a pompous idiot, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him when they talked about his family or the life he lived at home.
He mostly avoided the questions and though she found ways to go back to the subject, he answered what he can and changed when it was pretty obvious that he didn’t want to talk about it.

Draco had not had the good childhood he seemed to boast at Hogwarts as the life he lived at home.
Although his father had indeed “Heard about it” Draco had mentioned that more often than not, he berated him for not being good enough.
He was never a good enough of a son.
And he always placed his heart in his mother’s hands who had loved him more than anything or anyone else.

It was probably why there were some blockage in Draco’s memory.
The trauma from the recent accident might have triggered off a couple of things in his head and rearranged some from his childhood or growing up years.

She sighed heavily knowing Draco’s case wasn’t going to be quite as easy as she thought it would be.
But she wasn’t going to give up about it.
She had always looked forward for a challenge and she barely ever fails to accomplish one.
She wasn’t about to fail on this one, not this time around.
And despite it being Draco Malfoy, she knew that she will still be at her best foot and would do what she can to help Draco be well for this.
Well at the least, as long as he stops being a complete arse towards her.

“What’s with the face?”
Harry looked up at her from behind his desk as Hermione came by for their agreed brunch.
“I’m just tired.” Harry replied quickly putting down the parchment he was reading and grabbing the cloak from where it hang messily over his small couch.
Hermione’s eyes roamed around his Auror’s office.
This was Harry’s second office already.
When he was training the room had been smaller and was shared and when the Harry Potter became a legit Auror, he had been asked to transfer into a bigger office without any other occupant.
He had been reluctant, not wanting to be known for having some special treatment but when Kingsley told him that it was for privacy concern as interns were obviously going to ogle back and forth his office and would definitely not let him finish work, Harry quickly agreed to transfer to a seventh floor office.
It had been big and nice and had a good view.
Hermione even had ideas decorating the place in order but Harry refused.
A few months later, it was bunked with certain things that Hermione obviously disliked.
Books of Defense Against the Dark Arts paneled the bookshelves but every now and then there were boxes of books and defense materials that were delivered and stocked at his office for Harry to study through.
He had been hired as sort of consultant or temporary teacher at Hogwarts for Defense Against the Dark Arts that would conduct classes or workshops at certain dates within the semester.
McGonagall offered it to him realizing how important that other that Lupin, they had to get someone who actually knew the job right down to the last details.
As he gladly accepted the project-based offer, he had realized too late that he had to do a tad bit of reading than actual training to help the students understand the concept behind what they were going to learn.
His classes mostly took place in the time of the fullmoon when Lupin was obviously not in shape to teach. And though he found it fulfilling, he found himself extremely exhausted after dealing with the students whom he was barely older anyway.
And given that Snape had left them right after the war and right after he was better from St. Mungo’s, Harry was quite fit for the job in accordance to McGonagall and even the advise of Minister of Magic Kingsley.

“I am extremely slumped with work.” Harry complained as they entered the lift.
“Your office is slumped with everything.” Hermione commented as she rolled her eyes and pressed the button to the ground floor. “It used to be a very nice and clean office and very-“
“I get the point.” Harry cut her short burying his face against the wall of the lift out of his exhaustion. “I haven’t slept much. Professor Lupin said it was going to be hard but he didn’t tell me that it was this hard.”
“It’s an Auror’s job you have there and a sort of teaching position.” Hermione said amused by Harry’s expression. “I’m not sure what wasn’t clear about all of it being hard altogether.”
“I’m not complaining as much.” Harry told her. “So don’t complain how my office looks like. Besides, you’re my only frequent visitor.”
“Exactly.” Hermione said rolling her eyes at him as the elevator halted to a floor but nobody got in. “But that doesn’t mean you’ll be a total slob for it.”
Hermione glared at him and pressed the button back so it moved back again.
“Yes, but still…” Harry said seeing the look over her face. “You try and be in my shoes.”
“No, thanks.” Hermione said shaking her head. “I’ve got more than enough on my plate. When did you last talk to professor Lupin anyway? You didn’t tell me about it.”
Harry cringed as she punched him over his shoulder.
“The other week I think.” Harry said as the elevator halted to another floor again but without anyway getting in. “I’m not sure. Weeks ago or a month. I forgot to tell you, he dropped by for a quick lunch and it was a busy day I guess. Why don’t these people just take the stairs if they can’t wait for the lift?”
He irritably pressed the button close again and the lift moved back down once more.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
“Well I’d really appreciate it if you would tell me next time so I can also see our old teacher.” Hermione said feeling slightly jealous that Harry had the time to see their favourite teacher. “I also need to get some career advice from him.”
“He’s a teacher, not a Healer.” Harry pointed out. “Besides, I don’t think he has much to say about your job.”
“It’s dealing with the job.” Hermione said as they finally reached the ground floor and Harry let her out first. “And I just miss talking to him. It feels like ages since I last spoke to him.”
“I’ll send him an owl to visit and let you know.” Harry said happy to change the subject. “So what happened?”
“What happened where?” Hermione said as they turned and walked down the ground floor to the exits.
Her eyes moved around the new Ministry of Magic.
After the war, a lot of good changes took place at this building and she was more than glad that Kingsley had indeed become the new Minister of Magic.
He was more than fit for the job as he was able to align himself with the government and the people whom they should be serving.
He was fair in a lot of things and was kind to the Muggles and Muggle-Born they usually encountered..
One of the most important things she found good about his placement was that he changed mostly everyone who was instilled at the Wizengamot.
Trials were more than fair these days and that was an important start as they began a new life after the war.

“You know what.” Harry sarcastically answered her. “Malfoy.”
“Malfoy..” Hermione shortly answered him contemplating her answer. “It was okay. Where do you want to eat?”
“I’m not sure.” Harry answered her looking skeptically at her. “Why are you avoiding the topic?”
“I’m not.” Hermione quickly said. “I told you it was okay. I can’t really tell you details of the therapy sessions. These things have code of ethics and I can’t reveal-“
“Yes, right. I’m sure.” Harry said with a smile over his face as he opened the door out for her. “I absolutely refuse to believe that there wasn’t anything eventful on your meeting with Malfoy.
“Nothing, Harry.” Hermione insisted rolling her eyes again. “It was like any other-“
“It is Malfoy.” Harry told her as they walked down the pavement. “I can’t be just like any other session. I’m not an idiot, ‘Mione.”
Harry said smiling at her, reaching out and pinching her cheek.

“I’m going to send Malfoy a note and ask how it all went.” Harry said with a coy smile over his face. “I’ll ask him to meet me to catch up.”
“What for?” Hermione quickly said red in the face. “You’re not friends. Never were.”
“Because you’re not telling me the truth.” Harry said. “Uneventful? Malfoy? With you on this date?”
“It wasn’t a date, it was a therapy session.” Hermione said in a forcedly calm voice they turned to another street. “You don’t expect anything out of this things, Harry.”
“So where did you have the session?” Harry asked her with another coy smile. “You told me he’s uncomfortable at St. Mungo’s and you obviously won’t step foot at the manor.”
“We went to a café.” Hermione shortly said as they passed by people. “And he no longer lives at the manor for as long as he can remember.”
“He left?” Harry said. “I don’t recall-“
“Ofcourse he doesn’t have to tell us or anyone for the matter.” Hermione said giving him a look. “He left right after he graduated Hogwarts. He got himself a place of his own and started on his own.”
Harry nodded at her, considering things in his head and contemplating what she had just told him.
“So where did he take you?” Harry curiously asked her. “I’m sure something fancy.”
“Not really.” Hermione said. “We just went to this nice place. Nothing fancy Harry. Like I said, it was not a date. It was a sort of meeting and all.”
“Right.” Harry muttered as Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “Meeting of some sort. Catching up. I absolutely missed the part that you got being bestfriends or something.”

He looked up at her, the red on either side of her cheeks still very much evident and she was avoiding his scrutinizing glare as she help him settle their breakfast over her table.
He watched in patience and silence as Hermione randomly ranted about some news article she read over that morning and how the documents she requested for a patient came in very late and now she had to do paperwork for it.
Harry stared at her giving her a look that completely annoyed her.

“You’re not going to tell me about your date, are you?” Harry asked him with a raised brow.
“Date?”
“Oh, come on.” Harry said after a while as they lined up at their favourite pastry shop waiting for their order of bagel and cream cheese.
“What?” Hermione asked knowing quite clearly what he wanted to know anyway.
“I’m not exactly daft.” Harry told her. “That date. You and Malfoy. What happened to it?”
“It wasn’t a date.” Hermione snapped as she settled her back comfortably over the couch and taking another large bite from her bagel. “It was therapy session.”
“You can call it whatever you want to call it.” Harry told her. “How was it?”
He looked back at her and there was hesitation in her eyes and it told him everything he wanted to know.
“You sneaky little..” Harry said with a smile slowly consuming his face. “You actually enjoyed the date, didn’t you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Excuse moi yourself.” Harry told her as he tried to stare straight to her eyes, catching the glimmer and he embarrassment in them. “You actually enjoyed spending time with that ferret.”
“Harry.” Hermione warningly said. “Come on. It was work and-“
“So how did it go?” Harry asked excitedly. “When is the next one? I knew it that it was going to go somewhere.”
Hermione opened her mouth but decided to close it again as Harry ignored her, sipping his coffee and grabbing a second bagel from the paper bag he had with him.

“He’s a little… disturbed.” Hermione truthfully admitted to him after a while.
“Disturbed?” Harry repeated turning back to her and knowing this time, the topic was going to be slightly more serious than the joke he began with
Hermione looked at him, pausing for a moment.
“You know I can’t discuss anything with you, right?” Hermione said although it was very obvious in her eyes that she needed to talk to someone about Draco.
“Yes, I get it.” Harry said turning slightly serious with the topic. “I get that-“
“But I can’t lie to you. So if I tell you about our meetings, you’ve got to promise me that you won’t tell, anyone, okay?”
She looked at him, expectant.
She always knew that she could trust him but this was related to work and Harry had the tendency to be out of his wits when it came to Draco and the dirty on him.
She could still very much recall his attitude towards Draco back in their sixth year.
“I promise.” Harry said giving her an assuring glare and for a moment holding her hand as a promise. “I won’t tell anyone our discussions about him. Come on, Hermione. You have to talk to someone about all these work stress you also got.”
“I know.” Hermione said biting her lower lip in admittance. “Fine. But just… well Draco seems a case to be filed, really.”
“A case to be filed?” Harry said as they took both their orders and started walking down the street again. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, nothing dangerous.” Hermione quickly said seeing the look over his eyes. “It’s.. I mean… He sounded normal – more than normal actually – and he had.. we’ve talked nothing else but school days and a couple of things that’s been up and about our lives since Hogwarts.”
“What’s disturbing about that?” Harry curiously asked her. “I mean.. you said nothing dangerous so alright, that sounds right about if those were the topics you talked about but what made it all disturbing?”
“He spoke about not wanting any of the Malfoy empire.” Hermione told him giving him his half eaten bagel and crossing her arms as she put more thought into the session she had with Draco the previous day. “He’s very different from the Malfoy we both know. And that in itself says a lot and is kind of disturbing.”
“Well, I guess that’s why he needed this sessions.” Harry said as they paused to cross the road down the alley. “Just try not to get emotional about it and all.”
“I’m not emotional about it.” Hermione shot at him but deep down she knew he was right. “I’m a professional.”
Harry stared at her, unsure if he wanted to believe that.
“I trust you on this but I don’t trust Draco.” Harry pointed out. “He’s still Malfoy and he will always be. I don’t want to know he’s manipulating you in any sort of way because of this.”
“I know that.” Hermione answered him trying to put into words her thoughts on Draco. “I mean, we’ve known him through all those years – his love for the comfortable life and all and when I spoke to him yesterday, he sounded nothing close to it.
“He hates his comfortable life?” Harry repeated with a raised brow. “He hates his more than comfortable kind of life?”
“He doesn’t hate it per se..” Hermione answered. “But it’s like he wants it kept in the past.. he wants it stay there. He doesn’t want any of it.”
“Well, tell him that’s close to impossible because he’s the only Malfoy heir of the whole empire and he got nowhere to go from it.”
“That’s the thing.” Hermione said. “He doesn’t oversee everything. He told me he only signs documents if he has to, does attend very few meetings and if he could have someone else have his job, he lets them. He told me he only makes sure that thing aren’t stolen in his company and then he doesn’t give a damn about anything at all.”
Harry looked back at her perplexed expression and trying to figure out what she had just told him.
“So you’re telling me that Malfoy has all these in his life after Hogwarts and he still want more?”
“Not more.” Hermione told him. “Just something else.”
They stared at one another, and for whatever it was that Hermione wasn’t seeing, Harry seemed to get it right away.
“What?” Hermione asked him. “Tell me what you think.”
“What I think?”
“Come on, you have that look over your face.” Hermione said mimicking his facial expression.
“Well, think about it this way.. I think he’s looking for something that money can’t buy.”
“Money can’t buy?” Hermione asked him back. “What is it that gold galleons can’t buy?”
“Ask yourself.” Harry told her finishing his coffee. “You’re the brightest witch of our age.”
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Harry already checked his old little pocket watch.
“I need to attend a meeting back at the Ministry.” he said taking all their trash away. “I’ll pick you up tonight for dinner?”
“Maybe.” Hermione said giving him an embrace. “I’ll owl you. I don’t know what work I’ll have to deal with till later.”
“Right. You take care and don’t let yourself too close to Malfoy.” Harry said giving her a hug as she led him to the door.
“I won’t.” Hermione said giving him a small smile. “I promise.”
Harry smile at her and then reached over and gave her an embrace and a peck over the cheek and left her two streets down from the Ministry with nothing but her bag of bagel and coffee and new thoughts inside her head.

Hermione sighed in frustration as she laid back over her bed.
Her bed was littered with Draco Malfoy’s hospital files and any important record of his health in the past years.
He was never admitted at the hospital and so the files had to come from a private Healer that the Malfoys had years before and for who was hard to find and reach for records.
Hermione closed her eyes and recalled the kiss that Malfoy gave her.
Her eyes narrowed at that kiss.
She was trying not to make a big deal out of the same thing Draco did to her the previous night.
But she didn’t mention it to Harry today.
Which now officially makes it a big deal as she didn’t want or even planned to share it to her best friend.
She stared around the records and files of Draco Malfoy.
There was nothing odd or anything out of the ordinary in his records if that was truth.
He was completely healthy even on the day that he had been dropped to her as her patient.
He was completely healthy and there was nothing in the records that told her that he was unwell.
If not only for the protocols, he shouldn’t be attending all the Post Accident Trauma sessions that they were doing.
But what can she do?
He absolutely refused the group sessions which would have made things a lot easier for her.

She had to admit to herself that despite her love for challenge, this was one she wasn’t exactly keen to go over.
If only they didn’t have that past in Hogwarts, she could handle things better and more professionally in certain ways.

If he had been surprised to see her right outside the Great Hall waiting at the corridor where Slytherins turned to get to the dungeons, he tried not to show her.
But Hermione’s eyes were fast and she quickly caught sight of that precise expression before he managed to hide it completely.
“I got the book already.” Hermione said showing him the book in her hand that was packed nicely in green paper and a silver ribbon. “Your mother sent it right to me.”
“I asked her to.” Draco said as he walked away from the door and Hermione followed him. “Where are you going? I’m going back to the dormitory.”
He didn’t want to sound mean or anything but he found it odd that she was the only Gryffindor following the trail of Slytherins heading back to their dormitory for an early Friday night rest.
“I just thought we’d work on it tonight on the library.” Hermione quickly said finding reason to follow him when she wasn’t really sure what she wanted. “Won’t we start on it?”
“It’s a Friday.” Draco said stopping and gently moving her to the side of the corridor so they don’t block all the other students passing. “And I’m a little tired tonight to study.”
Hermione looked slightly disappointed but she nodded at him.
“I’ll just have a head start and update you half about the project.” Hermione said recovering herself. “And then when you’ve done your part you can-“
“Okay, I’ll wake up early tomorrow.” Draco said finding it hard to avoid the idea that they would really have to spend time with one another because of this project. “And we can have quick breakfast at the hall and study the whole morning tomorrow. I’ll spare my morning hours for this.”
“And the afternoon?” Hermione found herself asking out of curiosity. “I mean-“
“I’m quitting Quidditch tomorrow afternoon.” Draco simply said. “I need to hand in the letter as protocol and talk to my team mates.”
Hermione opened her mouth but no words came out.
“It won’t take long. But I was hoping after that I can go to Hogsmeade to relax and not think about it.”
She did hear rumors that Draco wanted to quit Quidditch completely not wanting to stay with other students as much as he can avoid right after the war.
But she wasn’t sure if it was quite true.
He might have been an arse and a boastful idiot at the first years he played for Slytherin but he actually became better through the years and she knew that he wanted to play not just for the sake of beating Harry or the other teams, but because he really wanted it.

“We can just do it then at Hogsmeade.” Hermione said. “I can wait for you there. There is a small and quiet café where we can work and nobody would-“
“Granger, I appreciate this.” Draco said turning completely to her and letting the last of the Slytherins pass by behind him. “But don’t you think that it is odd to be seen with one another?”
“Odd?” Hermione repeated. “What do you mean?”
Draco stared at her in slight disbelief.
“Okay, maybe I get what you mean.” Hermione quickly said. “But this is a school project. I don’t mind. I don’t care.”
“But people do.” Draco said. “I do care.”
“You care what people think about you?”
“I care what people goddamn think about you.” Draco shortly said. “I heard the other day that they were making rumors about us just because we were seen together at the library for a fraction of fifteen minutes when you gave me the list of books to-“
“Doesn’t matter.” Hermione quickly said unsure why she was saying this anyway knowing she was slightly alarmed inside at the news that Draco just told her.
He looked back at her, obviously still reluctant to go with it.
“So is it breakfast study time or Hogsmeade?” she asked him straightforward.
He looked back at her and knowing her attitude in many things, she wasn’t going to put this down.
“Fine.” Draco said. “Hogsmeade. So I can sleep until late in the morning.”
Hermione smile happily at him that she won the schedule over.
“So I’ll wait for you at the café?” she asked him.
“We can go together.” Draco said. “There’s no point hiding we’ll study together there and not be leaving the castle together. Doesn’t make sense.”
“Doesn’t.” Hermione agreed with a small smile at him. “And there’s no reason to hide anyway. This is a school project.”
Draco nodded at her in agreement.
“I do have to go, Grange- I mean, Hermione.” Draco said recalling that Hermione had earlier then asked him that he could call her Hermione and he in return told her that she can call him Draco.
It wasn’t a habit easy to instill, but they were both trying anyway.

“Right see you tomorrow then.” Hermione said catching sight of Ron and Harry at the opposite corridor watching her with wide eyes as she spoke with Draco. “I have to go to. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.” Draco simply said as he placed his hands inside his pockets and watched as Hermione jogged herself back to the other two boys.
He wasn’t sure why but there was a feeling of longing to talk to her again.
A feeling of sadness passing him seeing her happily smile back at Harry and Ron who were both either poking fun at her or were completely annoyed to see her with him.
He waited for them to be completely out of sight before turning away and heading back to his own dormitory.

It was somewhere close to three in the morning when Harry heard the wards of his apartment being taken down.
He had fallen asleep right over his desk as he read all the paper work with deadlines he missed all over.
Harry had felt alarmed as he realized that someone might have broken in or it was Lupin.
Ofcourse, it was the latter.

“Sorry, I really forgot you were sleeping over.” Harry said as he opened the door with his wand in his hands and still in his work clothes. “Come on in, sorry. How long have you been there?”
Lupin smiled at him with a tired look over his face as he slowly entered Harry’s home with the usual kind and charm in his face.
“Coffee? Hot chocolate?” he asked as Lupin closed the door behind him and he led him back to the small kitchen. “I can make you some sandwhich or I can heat the pasta that Hermione and I had this evening from an excess order.”
Harry worked his way around the kitchen aware of his tired ex-professor behind him with observant eyes with most likely same thoughts of Hermione into his messy apartment.
“I haven’t cleaned, sorry.” Harry said giving him a weak smile as Lupin walked to the living room and then a few minutes later back with him at the kitchens. “I’ll bring you something in the living room.”
Lupin nodded at him and placed the book he was carrying over the couch and stared at the hearth of Harry’s apartment.
“I won’t take long, Harry.” Lupin said with an exhausted look over his face. “I just need to speak with you about something.”
“Yeah, I’ll be right there.” Harry said quickly finishing up a sandwhich for Lupin and a mug of hot chocolate. “I’ll bring this there, hold on.”
Lupin patiently waited, eyes around the place that he was certainly proud of for Harry.
He had not wanted to let Harry stay at Godric’s Hollow even though the place had been offered to be renovated and fixed for living for Harry after the war.

It took Harry a little while but he returned and saw his old teacher seated over the couch, chin over his fisted pair of hands and eyes deep into the fireplace.
“You alright?” Harry asked quickly recalling that the full moon must be taking place soon. “You’re very tired. You can stay in a few days if you prefer.”
“I need to speak with you.” Lupin said as he gently turned to face Harry with a small and heavy smile over his face. “I promise it won’t take long. I can’t stay long either.”
He looked up at him and accepted the meal from Harry but he refused to touch it.
“Alright.” Harry slowly said seeing and hearing the seriousness in his voice. “Let’s talk. Is everything alright?”
Lupin stared at him with a nod.
“Everything will be.” Lupin told him as he edged over the couch so Harry can clearly hear him out. “But I need you to listen very carefully to me because what I will tell you will.. change certain things.”
“What’s going on?” Harry asked slightly alarmed now. “What are you talking about? What change?”
Lupin looked at him for a moment, contemplating on something as if he wasn’t sure what to tell this boy.
The last time Lupin had been this serious was right after the Trizard Tournament that he met him at Grimmauld Place with the rest of the Order.
He had been serious to talk to him one night about how serious the war was taking its toll and how things was going to turn and change for the worse only if Harry wasn’t prepared.
And Remus Lupin, despite his laws, was able to walk him through it and mentally prepare him behind all the action that took place in the war.

Lupin gently smiled at him as he reached over for the book that he placed next to him over the couch.
“You do look a lot like James, Harry.” Lupin said as he gently moved the book towards Harry. “Your eyes remain as Lily’s.”
Harry smiled at him, glad that his professor dropped by but perfectly feeling that something was completely wrong and untimely.

“Is something wrong?” he asked reaching for the book and opening a folded parchment inside it. “What’s this?”
Lupin smiled at him, the same gentle expression he always swore whenever he was about to teach Harry something.
“How do you feel about going to Godrid’s Hollow?” he gently asked Harry as his eyes looked over the book and the parchment, green eyes moving around the paper.
“I’m not sure…” Harry said as his eyes moved back to Lupin who was now staring at him with a painful look over his face. “I don’t understand…”
“James and Lily wanted the place for you.” Lupin gently explained to him. “You can’t avoid it forever just because of the memories it last had.”
“My stand remains the same.” Harry said with a slightly furrowed brow. “We will finish its renovation and then we will keep it there but I will not live there. And I’m not willing to sell it either.”
“I understand.” Lupin said. “I completely understand your plans for the place. But I need you to listen to me about the old house of your parents.”
Harry stared back at him, a complete look of utter surprise over his face as he looked back at him.
He felt at complete loss for words at what Lupin was trying to tell him.
“I’m sorry to have to be here at this hour, Harry.” Lupin simply said reaching over for the boy but Harry avoided his hand and stared back at Lupin with question in his eyes. “I really need to come to tell you this, Harry. I’m sorry it had to be me.”
“I don’t understand.” Harry repeated losing the sound and feel of his voice. “How did this.. What are you trying to tell me?”
Lupin looked back at him, a heavy look over his face as if this burden was something he didn’t want to tell him.
“We’ll take this very slowly, Harry.” Lupin said as he reached over his pocket for something and placed it over the table. “I’ll guide you through it. But it is imperative that you listen very carefully.”
“I still don’t.. I refuse..” Harry said feeling he was being reeled into a dream he wanted to wake up from.
“Do you trust me?” Lupin simply told him. “I just need to know that you do. I ask you now, do you trust me?”
Harry looked back at him, not completely understanding everything at that point.
He wasn’t sure if he was tired or if it was the hour that Lupin had to visit.
His eyes moved around his apartment looking for some context idea about the whole meeting that Lupin had to tell him.
“I trust you.” Harry said after a long while that he realized he had no choice at all and he trusted this man next to Hermione and Ron with his life. “Ofcourse, I trust you.”
Lupin gently smiled at him with a short nod.
“Listen carefully, Harry.” Lupin sighed heavily as he reached for the parchment from Harry’s hand. “Because I need to tell you something that will change a lot of things and will very much require your heart for it.”
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