Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Moonlight Sonata	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24743 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1
- 2
�Hermione? Hermione Granger!� The voices came in stereo, one from either side of her from where the young woman kneeled in the grass, tears streaming unabated from her eyes. She felt the arms around her, mirror images that held her tightly so she would not lose herself as she was so close to doing.
Two years ago, her life had changed irrevocably - her mother had died in a car accident, and as now, the mirroring individuals held her tightly in their arms as she sobbed at the graveside for hours. It had been easier, then - her father, her wonderful, brilliant, caring father had come to them, his hand falling to touch the top of her head ever so softly, as he had done when she was a child. The tears had slowed, then stopped, to allow her gaze to lift to her father, who stood looking down at her with tears in his eyes as well. The two had let her go, and her father had picked her up and held her close, whispering that her mother was not gone - not really. She would always be there, watching over them both, just out of reach of sight or sound�
Now�her sobs were torn by screams of anguish, the grave now holding both of her beloved parents in its grasp. Death, the clever, uncaring bastard, had stolen her last blood tie away from her, and left her adrift in the world. Alone.
�Why?� She cried, voice cracking from the sheer magnitude and frequency of her former haunting shrieks of heartache. �Why couldn�t you take me, too?! Why did you leave me here?!�
The silence of the graveyard, shadowed by dull, gray clouds, was her only answer. With her renewed anguish, the arms gripped tighter around her, though she wanted nothing more than for Death to come and rip her away from their tight grasp. Only days before, she had been talking and laughing with her father over lunch. The very next day, she received a call from one of the neighbors - when he hadn�t left for work that day and the assistants called asking after him, she got worried and went inside. Her father had died in his sleep - his heart had failed. No one said it, but everyone knew. It was because of the death of her mother.
Her voice failed her, and the tears simply stopped coming, leaving her to tremble as she cried without a sound but for her broken breaths, without tears. In that moment, the darkened skies opened from overhead, and the downpour that had been threatening ever since the funeral that morning arrived.
�Hermione�� The two voices whispered, left to hold her as her strength failed and she simply fainted away in their arms. Hermione knew it was coming - she could have stopped it, but she let herself fade away to a time before all this pain�a time four years prior, when those mirrors of each other had first come into her life - a time when she had taken her first step into adulthood by leaving Britain behind and going to the most well known magical institute of higher education, a university in Japan called Mahoutsukai Daigaku, which Hermione had learned meant Wizard University. It was there that she had met them, all those years ago�

~*~

�Hermione Granger?� The voice was soft, coming from the far side of the room to which she had been shown. Jumping, she turned to see two figures - mirror images of each other in every way imaginable - stepping from the shadows. �I�m sorry, we didn�t mean to startle you - we just came to tell you that it�s time for dinner.�
A slow nod, setting her bag down to walk towards the door, only to pause and glance back to the girls. �Who are you?�
�Akiko and Eriko Satoshi.� The same girl answered. �She is Eriko.�
�It�s nice to meet you�but�I�m surprised you speak such excellent English - I was afraid no one here would��
�As members of the clan that began Mahoutsukai, the clan which remains its heart, we must be capable of speaking many languages - after all, this is the best university for our kind in the world, and students from all over the world come here. You are the first from Britain for over a hundred years, however, so you are being given a great deal of honor in the hopes that others will follow where you lead.�
�What do you mean by that, Akiko?�
�She means, you�re the first student to have been housed in the clan compound - most are given small apartments in the university itself.� The second girl finally spoke, her voice much less kind than that of her twin, though not unkind necessarily. �It is a great honor for you to live among us.�
�I see�I am very grateful, of course, but-�
�It�s not playing favorites, don�t begin to think of it as such. The recommendation came from another, one who has been in contact with us since the beginnings of your academic career. You see, Hermione - by allowing you to live among us, you have become in effect a member of our clan.� Eriko gave a bit of a laugh. �Which means you will be expected to not merely succeed in all endeavors, but to excel. Not to mention the private training you will receive.�
�What do you mean, �private training�, Eriko? I don�t quite understand.� Confused now, and slightly worried, she looked from one face to it�s mirror, then back. �I wasn�t told-�
�You were told as a member of the compound you would have other obligations than classes, though, right?�
�Yes��
�Well,� Akiko laughed. �You�ve just become a daughter of the clan, which means you will be training with Eriko and I�It�s a physical regimen, mostly, so that the body can handle greater amounts of magic to flow through it. You�ll also be learning wandless magic, and even more intense wordless magic. It�s hard�even for us, sometimes, when we�ve been raised with it. But Minerva McGonagall assured our elders that you would be the perfect choice.�
�Professor McGonagall recommended that I live with you?� She seemed startled, but as Akiko stepped away from her sister and grinned, hooking her arm through Hermione�s, she was even more confused. �What?�
�She did, because she knew that as we were the only ones of our generation, we desperately needed someone to bond with. And she thought you would be the best choice.� Eriko had a tone that suggested she wasn�t entirely in agreement, which annoyed Hermione, but when she smiled and started walking off, the words tossed casually over her shoulder erased any hint of annoyance. �But then, I don�t bond well with anyone but my sister�perhaps you can become another to me.�
�Don�t mind her. She�s the resident anti-social bitch.� Akiko laughed, dragging Hermione with her to the dining area. �It�s okay, you�ll just be eating with us - the rest of the clan, the elders that is, are usually busy warding the grounds and teaching and such.�
�What about your parents?� Hermione seemed puzzled, and as Eriko visibly flinched at the word, she wondered if she had said something wrong.
�Our mother died when we were born. Our father died in a battle to soothe an enraged Kami in one of the southern prefectures.� Akiko murmured. �We have only our grandfather, but as he is the head of the clan, we don�t get a chance to see him often.�
��I�m so sorry��
�Don�t be.� Eriko�s tone was not pained, though the smile she held was not quite real enough to fool either of the two girls with her. �Something you learn growing up a Satoshi - part of life�s beauty is the very impermanence of it all��

~*~

The three had been nearly inseparable since that day. Though Akiko was always the one with a happy smile and a ready compliment, it was Eriko who never failed to have the sharpest of retorts in any given situation, and it was she who had become Hermione�s strongest support in times like this. It was those words that came back to her now.
��is this, too, beautiful, Eriko?� She whispered, rising now, though the . �Is this death a part of beauty?�
��with beauty, comes a price.� Eriko whispered, even as she used her own innate magic to show her companion how the scene would look if painted by a master artist. Hermione was stuck by the very beauty of the scene, depressing though it was. She saw the rain, her own figure standing, appearing as shattered as she truly was, her long curls weighed down and stretched to waves by the rain, with the two Japanese women on each side, much taller than nearly any Asian woman she had ever seen, their straight jet black locks hanging to nearly their knees, unbound and slightly tousled by the wind.
��Eriko�� Akiko murmured, a soft warning, but she fell silent when their companion shook her head, reaching her hand out to touch the magical image, her eyes closing.
��let�s go home�� Her voice still rough, but there was a renewed strength within it - a strength given her by the realization of the very beauty to be found even in mourning.
��are you sure?� Ever understanding of the moods of those around her, Eriko seemed hesitant. ��the family is sure to be�more boisterous in an attempt to cheer you.�
��especially our husbands.� Akiko managed to make Hermione chuckle at the mention of the Weasley twins. When she had come home for Christmas her very first year, the girls had gone with her - already inseparable by that point. They had met the Weasley twins, and had fallen almost instantaneously head over heels in love. When they had completed their education, on the very day of the graduation ceremony, the three women were shocked to return to the Satoshi compound and find the entire Weasley family present there. The moment they had entered the main room, where Mamoru, the elder of the Satoshi clan, waited with the Weasleys, Fred and George calmly turned to him and requested to marry Akiko and Eriko. Still more shocking was his calm approval of the entire matter. With his blessing - and the promise that their children would spend the summer on the Satoshi estates being trained - the girls married, and left to join their husbands in Britain.
�No�I think I�m ready, now.� With the two women to support her, she turned and walked away from all that remained of her blood family, before Apparating into the waiting arms of the family that had claimed her now as their own.
None of them had any idea of what waited for their return to the Burrow - least of all Hermione, the one it would effect more than any other.

Author�s Note:

So what do you think so far? I�m starting on the second chapter not long after I post this, at which point more of the plot itself will come into play - this is just setting up Hermione�s support system (the twins, who are original characters of my own created for this purpose) and the reason why she turns to them (the loss of her parents). The next chapter will also explain why she turns to them rather than Harry and Ron. This fanfic also denies certain deaths (because I say so, and I adore the ones they killed off in Deathly Hallows), and for this and any other irregularities I claim artistic license. Reviews would be much appreciated.
- 1
- 2
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Moonlight Sonata