Burning Man
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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1,811
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2
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Burning Man
Notes: Um, I think I'm just going to continue on with this story and drop the others for a while, just for a while! I really, really like this one...merow...oh and I'm pretty sure there's going to have a bit of SLASH in this so just to warn you...
Part 1
Heartbeat
I couldn't help the stare I directed at the woman seated imperiously in front of me. I wanted to thrash around, growl, struggle, something to show my displeasure but I knew it would only just annoy the honey colored eyes and get me further towards a place I was desperately trying not to go to. I had done my job. I had defeated the bastard Voldemort. I had done everything they wanted me to do and in payment I was here in front of my former best friend as she interrogated me like I was a despicable murderer, equally insane and delusional.
“I'm not a criminal Hermione. I did what I had to do and you know as well as I do that I would never kill anybody unless I had to,” I murmured, Hermione shook her head, her dark shimmering curls falling over her soft shoulders. She had always been beautiful to me, always been the woman of my dreams, strong, confident, gorgeous and courageous. She was everything that my 'wife' was not. She was soft and patient but she was also very loyal. Ginny had bolted head first into everything and it drove me crazy.
“Why did you kill him Harry? Why? What has your cousin ever done to you?” She murmured. “He was only a muggle, a defenseless creature,” she asked, concern and pure curiosity pouring over her face.
“Defenseless? You don't know Dudley, you never knew anything about my childhood. Never understood the pure violent nature of my cousin. He is a murderer, murdered my aunt, my uncle, so many other people. Don't you see? Don't you understand that someone like that needed to be stopped before he went after more people?” I asked, she shook her head, sitting back.
“Doesn't give you the right to kill him. You could have just incapacitate him. Stop him with a full body bind, something. He couldn't do magic like you can. It does not excuse you of his murder. I thought being and Auror yourself would have taught you the difference,” She murmured.
“What? The difference between defending yourself and taking revenge? You know I didn't kill him because he had killed my flesh and blood. Because he had destroyed so many others. I don't want to imagine what he did to them just by what he had done to me when I was younger...” I trailed off before shaking myself out of my past and leveling my eyes back on this ethereal creature that had once been so close to me. “He was trying to kill me. He was trying to draw me back under his power. Don't you understand that he had so many holds over me. It was how he could get away with so much,” I shook my head, leaning back, my bound fists still bound to the top of the table before me.
“You are 22 years old Harry Potter, you have been through a war, been a hero, started a life! How can you throw all of it away by reverting back to your childhood?” She shook her head, looking pathetically betrayed, I couldn't help but look away from her.
“This is all a dream, inside my head,” I breathed, she looked at me with a glare.
“What are you talking about?” She sharply asked, I looked up at her and narrowed my eyes.
“My cousin raped and tortured me from the age of 13 until I was 15. I didn't have magic to defend myself. I endured broken fingers at the age of 5, my magic healing them when Dudley locked me under the stairs for weeks, feeding me himself because he knew if his mother found out, she would punish him instead of me because he had not gone to her right off to tell her what I had done to myself. Do you want me to continue?” I hissed, she looked sick as her soft pretty eyes fell to the quill scratching along by itself on the parchment in front of her.
“Does not ex-” she started.
“I killed him! What more do you want out of me? I did the only I could do. If you don't believe that Officer Granger of the Inquisitorial Department then I don't know what else to tell you,” I stood up to glower down on her.
“I think we're done for this session Mr. Potter,” she gestured for the guards to take me back to St. Mungo's. No one would answer my questions. The only thing I had found out was that I had killed my cousin but nobody would tell me why I was in St. Mungo's, why I wasn't rotting in Azkaban or some holding cell at the Ministry. Nobody would tell me anything and it was really starting to bug me...
Part 2
Rampage
“He doesn't remember. I don't understand it. I can only watch as he struggles through the same conversation, it's like painfully watching someone loop through their life, over and over again,” Hermione breathed next to me as we watched the guards help Potter up and out the side door. I looked down on my white knuckles and tried to relax them.
“He called you Granger this time, it's something,” I pointed out, she nodded.
“I noticed it. He also didn't react when I called him Mr. Potter,” she murmured, her eyes glued to the unruly raven hair as it disappeared down the hall. I sighed and let go of the railing underneath the window looking into the interrogation room. On the other side was just a blank wall.
“We're going to have to go through the Pensieve soon,” I looked to her pained expression, she shook her head, taking a deep breathe and finally looking to me.
“I don't know if I can handle it,” she answered, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around my neck as I buried my face into her smooth, clean smelling ivory neck. Her breathe hitching her throat as she tried to keep it together.
“He thinks he'll be transferred to Azkaban at any moment. That we're actually going to convict him,” she brokenly whispered, her muscles tense as she kissed my neck above my collar.
“It's part of the looped conversation, you know this. We can't pull him back into the hysteria, into the desease,” I murmured, pulling back to search her eyes.
“It hurts to act the same. To act so cold...the first time I had thought-” she shook her head, slowly closing her eyes. I kissed her forehead.
“I know, we had thought all his memories were still intact. That he still hated us but he doesn't even know...” I trailed off.
“But it's beginning to wear off, I can tell. He doesn't see me as his best friend anymore,” she observed.
“Probably because he's beginning to believe that this isn't his first session here, time is starting to flow normally for him again,” I explained, she nodded.
“I wish Ginny was here, that she could explain to him...and Ron, all of the Weasleys, if even one of them could have survived,” tears started to well up in her eyes, I hurriedly wiped them away like I always did, feeling the sorrow course through me also.
“Draco, just take me home,” her ragged voice felt like she was forcing them out of her, I gathered her in my arms and walked us out into the white corridor, blaring overhead lights washing the color out of everything.
“I just want to see the children,” she breathed into my chest as I led her, I nodded, kissing the top of her head, it was all so hard to watch but we did it every week and every week we were looped back into living the same memories over and over again. But it would soon be time to open Harry Potter's Pensieve and find out what he had lost.
TBC
Part 1
Heartbeat
I couldn't help the stare I directed at the woman seated imperiously in front of me. I wanted to thrash around, growl, struggle, something to show my displeasure but I knew it would only just annoy the honey colored eyes and get me further towards a place I was desperately trying not to go to. I had done my job. I had defeated the bastard Voldemort. I had done everything they wanted me to do and in payment I was here in front of my former best friend as she interrogated me like I was a despicable murderer, equally insane and delusional.
“I'm not a criminal Hermione. I did what I had to do and you know as well as I do that I would never kill anybody unless I had to,” I murmured, Hermione shook her head, her dark shimmering curls falling over her soft shoulders. She had always been beautiful to me, always been the woman of my dreams, strong, confident, gorgeous and courageous. She was everything that my 'wife' was not. She was soft and patient but she was also very loyal. Ginny had bolted head first into everything and it drove me crazy.
“Why did you kill him Harry? Why? What has your cousin ever done to you?” She murmured. “He was only a muggle, a defenseless creature,” she asked, concern and pure curiosity pouring over her face.
“Defenseless? You don't know Dudley, you never knew anything about my childhood. Never understood the pure violent nature of my cousin. He is a murderer, murdered my aunt, my uncle, so many other people. Don't you see? Don't you understand that someone like that needed to be stopped before he went after more people?” I asked, she shook her head, sitting back.
“Doesn't give you the right to kill him. You could have just incapacitate him. Stop him with a full body bind, something. He couldn't do magic like you can. It does not excuse you of his murder. I thought being and Auror yourself would have taught you the difference,” She murmured.
“What? The difference between defending yourself and taking revenge? You know I didn't kill him because he had killed my flesh and blood. Because he had destroyed so many others. I don't want to imagine what he did to them just by what he had done to me when I was younger...” I trailed off before shaking myself out of my past and leveling my eyes back on this ethereal creature that had once been so close to me. “He was trying to kill me. He was trying to draw me back under his power. Don't you understand that he had so many holds over me. It was how he could get away with so much,” I shook my head, leaning back, my bound fists still bound to the top of the table before me.
“You are 22 years old Harry Potter, you have been through a war, been a hero, started a life! How can you throw all of it away by reverting back to your childhood?” She shook her head, looking pathetically betrayed, I couldn't help but look away from her.
“This is all a dream, inside my head,” I breathed, she looked at me with a glare.
“What are you talking about?” She sharply asked, I looked up at her and narrowed my eyes.
“My cousin raped and tortured me from the age of 13 until I was 15. I didn't have magic to defend myself. I endured broken fingers at the age of 5, my magic healing them when Dudley locked me under the stairs for weeks, feeding me himself because he knew if his mother found out, she would punish him instead of me because he had not gone to her right off to tell her what I had done to myself. Do you want me to continue?” I hissed, she looked sick as her soft pretty eyes fell to the quill scratching along by itself on the parchment in front of her.
“Does not ex-” she started.
“I killed him! What more do you want out of me? I did the only I could do. If you don't believe that Officer Granger of the Inquisitorial Department then I don't know what else to tell you,” I stood up to glower down on her.
“I think we're done for this session Mr. Potter,” she gestured for the guards to take me back to St. Mungo's. No one would answer my questions. The only thing I had found out was that I had killed my cousin but nobody would tell me why I was in St. Mungo's, why I wasn't rotting in Azkaban or some holding cell at the Ministry. Nobody would tell me anything and it was really starting to bug me...
Part 2
Rampage
“He doesn't remember. I don't understand it. I can only watch as he struggles through the same conversation, it's like painfully watching someone loop through their life, over and over again,” Hermione breathed next to me as we watched the guards help Potter up and out the side door. I looked down on my white knuckles and tried to relax them.
“He called you Granger this time, it's something,” I pointed out, she nodded.
“I noticed it. He also didn't react when I called him Mr. Potter,” she murmured, her eyes glued to the unruly raven hair as it disappeared down the hall. I sighed and let go of the railing underneath the window looking into the interrogation room. On the other side was just a blank wall.
“We're going to have to go through the Pensieve soon,” I looked to her pained expression, she shook her head, taking a deep breathe and finally looking to me.
“I don't know if I can handle it,” she answered, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace, her arms wrapping around my neck as I buried my face into her smooth, clean smelling ivory neck. Her breathe hitching her throat as she tried to keep it together.
“He thinks he'll be transferred to Azkaban at any moment. That we're actually going to convict him,” she brokenly whispered, her muscles tense as she kissed my neck above my collar.
“It's part of the looped conversation, you know this. We can't pull him back into the hysteria, into the desease,” I murmured, pulling back to search her eyes.
“It hurts to act the same. To act so cold...the first time I had thought-” she shook her head, slowly closing her eyes. I kissed her forehead.
“I know, we had thought all his memories were still intact. That he still hated us but he doesn't even know...” I trailed off.
“But it's beginning to wear off, I can tell. He doesn't see me as his best friend anymore,” she observed.
“Probably because he's beginning to believe that this isn't his first session here, time is starting to flow normally for him again,” I explained, she nodded.
“I wish Ginny was here, that she could explain to him...and Ron, all of the Weasleys, if even one of them could have survived,” tears started to well up in her eyes, I hurriedly wiped them away like I always did, feeling the sorrow course through me also.
“Draco, just take me home,” her ragged voice felt like she was forcing them out of her, I gathered her in my arms and walked us out into the white corridor, blaring overhead lights washing the color out of everything.
“I just want to see the children,” she breathed into my chest as I led her, I nodded, kissing the top of her head, it was all so hard to watch but we did it every week and every week we were looped back into living the same memories over and over again. But it would soon be time to open Harry Potter's Pensieve and find out what he had lost.
TBC