Love Lost, Not Forgotten
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,567
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Harry Potter series or Characters. I make no money from this story.
Prologue: What have I done?!
Trimble Manor, December 1978
“What do you mean she won’t see me?”
“Just as I said, Grace doesn’t want to see anyone … please take your infernal contraption of muggle making and get out of here.”
“No, not until I see my girl you hear? There, there I see her, Gracie! Grace! Please talk to me, darling I didn’t mean it.”
The door shut while the young man with shaggy black hair was distracted. At the sound of the lock being turned the man began to pound on the door, his frame fell against it when it became clear he would not gain entrance. He turned to see his best friend standing next to his motorcycle, “James … she won’t see me.”
James Potter adjusted his glasses and shrugged his shoulders heavily, “She’ll come around mate, they always do.” He was of course speaking from his own experience with a redhead who had thwarted all of his advances until the very end.
Sirius Black turned back to the door and walked backwards for a moment, he looked at each window until he was looking straight up at the third floor of the large mansion.
“Grace!”
There in the window stood a fragile looking woman, she was still dressed in her dressing gown and her dark brown hair was braided down the front. As soon as she heard her name she closed the drapes and disappeared. It seemed the old woman from before was right.
Outside Sirius Black stood dumbfounded and looked at James, “Let’s go mate, maybe Lily will be able to help me. Or at least I can try and help with the wedding some … you know, like I’m supposed to be doing.” He was trying to make light of the situation, trying to make it seem like this was another one of their squabbles but even James knew this wasn’t it. This was something serious, the girl had come to Sirius in tears and he had laughed at her, she left without another word.
Inside the house, on the third floor, the last room on the left Grace Trimble sat on her bed with a pillow stuffed under her dressing gown. There was a knock on the door but the girl barely heard it, “Grace, dear, the healers are here. Hurry up and get dressed, that nice muggle boy should be here soon. Now that we’ve gotten rid of that Black boy we can find you a nice young man to marry.”
Grace stood and walked to the mirror; she felt of her hair, the curls were unruly, the length was almost untamable, everything was absolutely ridiculous it almost made her laugh. “There’s only one way I can have a happy life…” she looked down at her pillowed stomach and removed the soft object. Petting her belly lovingly she smiled, “We’re going to have a happy life, you, me, and Elliot Granger.” Grace stepped to her vanity, picked up her wand and began to think of her days of Sirius Black, she lifted up the fragile piece of wood and looked in the mirror once more as she placed it against her temple, “Obliviate.”
There was a thud from inside the room and Mrs. Trimble rushed inside, the healers right on her heels. After doing several tests and bringing Grace back to consciousness it was deemed that she was perfectly alright and the baby was just fine. Grace met with Elliot after dressing, though they had put her straight to bed and left the door to her room open, the two talked and Grace got him to agree to run away with her.
Three months passed before the couple eloped. Six months later—Elliot didn’t ask many questions as to the math—a little girl was born, they named her Hermione Jean Granger.
In the Wizarding World most people forgot about Grace Trimble, all except one. The Ghost that had shown up at her wedding to stop it only to be ignored completely, the ghost that had been at the muggle hospital after Hermione was born.
After eleven years Grace had given up all magic and studied to be a dental assistant for her husband, she raised her child the muggle way and even ignored her parents pleas to see the child. Her obliviation of her own memory had done more than just get rid of Sirius Black, it had actually gotten rid of Grace Trimble, Hogwarts, and Magic all together.
Australia, August 1998
Hermione ran into the home of Wendell and Monica Wilkins, she had a few of Australia’s best memory retrievers with her. The ruckus created was cleaned quickly as the ministry workers calmed Hermione’s parents. She watched as realization dawned on her father’s face and nearly cried happy tears when he picked her up and spun her around, but she became very distraught when her mother—who still looked just like her only a little older—began to cry as she looked at Elliot Granger.
“What have I done?!” cried Grace as she looked at her hand, the one that had her wedding ring, then to her daughter and husband before looking back.
Hermione looked at her mother then to her father before moving closer, “Mum?”
Grace jumped up and grabbed Hermione’s shoulders, “Where is he? Where is Sirius?!”
To those that recognize this story and may remember it being call “Mother!? What have you done!” I would just like to welcome you back. If you have never read this story … ignore that last statement.
“What do you mean she won’t see me?”
“Just as I said, Grace doesn’t want to see anyone … please take your infernal contraption of muggle making and get out of here.”
“No, not until I see my girl you hear? There, there I see her, Gracie! Grace! Please talk to me, darling I didn’t mean it.”
The door shut while the young man with shaggy black hair was distracted. At the sound of the lock being turned the man began to pound on the door, his frame fell against it when it became clear he would not gain entrance. He turned to see his best friend standing next to his motorcycle, “James … she won’t see me.”
James Potter adjusted his glasses and shrugged his shoulders heavily, “She’ll come around mate, they always do.” He was of course speaking from his own experience with a redhead who had thwarted all of his advances until the very end.
Sirius Black turned back to the door and walked backwards for a moment, he looked at each window until he was looking straight up at the third floor of the large mansion.
“Grace!”
There in the window stood a fragile looking woman, she was still dressed in her dressing gown and her dark brown hair was braided down the front. As soon as she heard her name she closed the drapes and disappeared. It seemed the old woman from before was right.
Outside Sirius Black stood dumbfounded and looked at James, “Let’s go mate, maybe Lily will be able to help me. Or at least I can try and help with the wedding some … you know, like I’m supposed to be doing.” He was trying to make light of the situation, trying to make it seem like this was another one of their squabbles but even James knew this wasn’t it. This was something serious, the girl had come to Sirius in tears and he had laughed at her, she left without another word.
Inside the house, on the third floor, the last room on the left Grace Trimble sat on her bed with a pillow stuffed under her dressing gown. There was a knock on the door but the girl barely heard it, “Grace, dear, the healers are here. Hurry up and get dressed, that nice muggle boy should be here soon. Now that we’ve gotten rid of that Black boy we can find you a nice young man to marry.”
Grace stood and walked to the mirror; she felt of her hair, the curls were unruly, the length was almost untamable, everything was absolutely ridiculous it almost made her laugh. “There’s only one way I can have a happy life…” she looked down at her pillowed stomach and removed the soft object. Petting her belly lovingly she smiled, “We’re going to have a happy life, you, me, and Elliot Granger.” Grace stepped to her vanity, picked up her wand and began to think of her days of Sirius Black, she lifted up the fragile piece of wood and looked in the mirror once more as she placed it against her temple, “Obliviate.”
There was a thud from inside the room and Mrs. Trimble rushed inside, the healers right on her heels. After doing several tests and bringing Grace back to consciousness it was deemed that she was perfectly alright and the baby was just fine. Grace met with Elliot after dressing, though they had put her straight to bed and left the door to her room open, the two talked and Grace got him to agree to run away with her.
Three months passed before the couple eloped. Six months later—Elliot didn’t ask many questions as to the math—a little girl was born, they named her Hermione Jean Granger.
In the Wizarding World most people forgot about Grace Trimble, all except one. The Ghost that had shown up at her wedding to stop it only to be ignored completely, the ghost that had been at the muggle hospital after Hermione was born.
After eleven years Grace had given up all magic and studied to be a dental assistant for her husband, she raised her child the muggle way and even ignored her parents pleas to see the child. Her obliviation of her own memory had done more than just get rid of Sirius Black, it had actually gotten rid of Grace Trimble, Hogwarts, and Magic all together.
Australia, August 1998
Hermione ran into the home of Wendell and Monica Wilkins, she had a few of Australia’s best memory retrievers with her. The ruckus created was cleaned quickly as the ministry workers calmed Hermione’s parents. She watched as realization dawned on her father’s face and nearly cried happy tears when he picked her up and spun her around, but she became very distraught when her mother—who still looked just like her only a little older—began to cry as she looked at Elliot Granger.
“What have I done?!” cried Grace as she looked at her hand, the one that had her wedding ring, then to her daughter and husband before looking back.
Hermione looked at her mother then to her father before moving closer, “Mum?”
Grace jumped up and grabbed Hermione’s shoulders, “Where is he? Where is Sirius?!”
To those that recognize this story and may remember it being call “Mother!? What have you done!” I would just like to welcome you back. If you have never read this story … ignore that last statement.