All the way III: More of Life
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Blame
Severus found his wife and Minerva in the dark living room. He had gone to bed when Hermione had told him she would see Minerva out and then follow him. But he hadn't been able to sleep and she had never followed, so in the end he went to look for her.
The older witch had her arm around Hermione. The younger woman was crying again. Severus didn't know what to do to make it better. He was so worried about Eileen, it wasn't even funny, but Hermione seemed to be unable to cope. She had actually been physically sick with worry.
And it scared him. As Lucius had said earlier, he had never seen Hermione like this and it really terrified Severus that she was in such a state.
He just wanted to know that Eileen was alive and well and safe. He knew something was wrong. His daughter may be used to getting what she wanted and she may have his temper, but she wasn't malicious and if she knew how much they were worried she would come back. If she was able.
Minerva noticed he was in the room and whispered something to Hermione. The younger woman nodded and left for the bathroom. Severus sat down heavily.
"What's wrong with her?" He asked quietly.
"She's a mother, Severus." Minerva sighed, "She blames herself."
"But it's not her fault."
"Like I said, she's a mother." The woman shrugged, "A mother and a daughter have a special relationship. Hermione blames herself because she feels like she's been keeping Eileen safe all day, every day, and the one moment she lets her guard down, this happens. She doesn't know what to do. Just give her some support and look after her. Lucius offered you two a room at his house in Spain. I suggest you take Hermione there, away from the hustle and bustle of the school. Let the rest of us deal with the Ministry and everything else." She stood up and went to the door, "Eileen will be fine. Just make sure you take care of your wife."
Minerva left and Severus waited. Finally, Hermione came out of the bathroom in a big fluffy dressing gown and wet hair. She sat down and Severus put his arms around her.
She hiccoughed softly, "Our baby's out there some where and I can't do anything. This is my fault. I'm her mother, I’m meant to look after her. I'm meant to protect her, but I haven't. What type of parent does that make me? Molly had had seven children and she managed to look after them all. To keep them all safe. And I haven't. This is all my fault.” She buried her head in his shoulder and cried quietly.
Severus rubbed gentle circles on her back, her soft sniffles squeezing at his heart, her tears burning through the clothes covering his shoulder, searing his skin.
He didn't know what to say. Nothing he thought of seemed right. He could not promise that everything was going to be ok and he couldn't tell her to calm down. He had a feeling that she would take it the wrong way.
When Severus was sure she was asleep, exhausted from crying, he put her to bed and crawled in beside her. Hermione was wrong. It wasn't her fault, it was his. He should have looked after his family better.
The irony of it all was that he had always been more concerned about Hermione doing something when her stupid Gryffindor courage called. He had always thought that he could protect his daughter against anything, always thought that his wayward wife was the one he had to watch closely.
He just wanted his daughter back, safe and alive.
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Ron watched around the corner of the wall and, sure enough, a guard came out and started to reset the wards on the prison at midnight. Under a temporary concealment charm, he moved slowly passed the guard and into the building.
He found the keys on the desk in the entrance hall and took the directions Malfoy had given him. Sure enough, he found the blonde waiting anxiously. Ron unlocked the door quietly and Malfoy slipped out. After putting a concealment charm on the blonde, Ron led the way out.
They slid, backs pressed against the stone wall, around the building until the guard would no longer see them. Ron took the charms off and turned to Malfoy.
The blonde looked puzzled, his hand feeling around in his pocket, "I've got my wand. How did that happen?"
Ron shrugged, "Who cares? Let's get out of here."
"Where are we going?"
The red head thought, "We need a plan. We can go back to my flat because..." He sniffed around, "you need a shower."
Malfoy snarled, but listened to Ron’s address. They disapperated with two pops.
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As her senses returned, Eileen could feel some one poking her with something hard. A wand perhaps.
"Hmm," Said a croaky, but obviously female voice, "No fat. That's something at least... She's small, Julian. I thought you would have gone for some one a bit... taller. But, it's your choice. I like the hair though. Do you know if it's natural?"
"It is natural, Mother," Answered that hateful voice, "Remember who her father is."
The woman that was now poking Eileen’s waist made a humming noise, then she cleared her throat, "What did you say to her about her parents?"
"I told her that we would make a plan to kill them."
"And how did she take it?" There was a sharp edge to her voice now.
"Well... she... um... you see, mother... she kind of...told me I needed mental help..."
"WHAT!" The poking stopped, "YOU ARE MEANT TO BE A SLYTHERIN! YOU ARE MEANT TO BE SUTLE AND TACTFUL!"
Carefully, Eileen opened her eyes. She was laying on a long sofa in a large, but shabby living room. Julian was standing by her feet, while an old woman, with grey hair and a sharp face, fumed.
Eileen smiled as Julian took a step back, away from the enraged woman.
"Honestly, Mother, I didn't... I mean, you didn't give me enough time!" He quivered with fear.
"TIME! TIME!" The womans screeches were beginning to hurt Eileen’s ears, so she made a show of waking up. The old woman turned, a smile forcing its way onto her face. "Hello. Eileen, isn't it?" Eileen nodded silently. "Well, I’m sure my son must have given you quite a shock the other say." She shot Julian a dirty look, "He's not very good at expressing himself." Eileen sat up, rubbing her forehead and feeling a bump. She frowned. The woman tried to look kind, but it was a painful effort, "You fell when you arrived. I wasn't expecting you so soon," She shot her son another sharp look, "But no matter. You're here now."
"I think I should be going," Eileen said, trying to sound polite when all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears, "My parents'll be worried."
As she started to get up, the woman put an old, but strong hand on her shoulder, "You don't need them any more, Eileen. They are nothing and soon they will be even less. You are better off with us, here, where we can look after you properly. We will teach you the things that your father should have taught you. But don't worry, it doesn't matter to us that your parents are a traitor and a Mudblood; you will make up for their unworthiness."
At this moment, Eileen wasn't sure why she had been put in Slytherin, because she could feel the uniquely Gryffindor anger bubbling in her chest ominously.
Her black eyes were pure ice and daggers, "From the side I’m on, my fathers a hero. And my mother has done so much more and is so much more worthy than you and your joke of a son will ever be."
Straight after she had spoken, Eileen mentally winced. The only problem with her mother was that she was a bloody Gryffindor and now Eileen wasn't even sure she was meant to be a Slytherin.
The old womans face contorted with rage.
Eileen bit her lip. She had really done it this time.
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Hermione couldn't sleep. She rolled over and over. She felt sick. Her daughter, her baby, her little girl was out there, some where, alone. She might be hurt. She might be... Hermione couldn't finish that thought. She just couldn't.
She had never felt like this before. She had never been so scared, so sick with worry.
So selfish.
She should be the one staying strong. She should be the one reassuring her husband that this would be ok. She shouldn't be crying in front of every one. It was only making things worse.
She should have done something different, she knew it. She should have persuaded Severus to let them stay in Spain. It was her fault; she should have let Eileen stay. But she hadn't. And now this was her fault.
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The older witch had her arm around Hermione. The younger woman was crying again. Severus didn't know what to do to make it better. He was so worried about Eileen, it wasn't even funny, but Hermione seemed to be unable to cope. She had actually been physically sick with worry.
And it scared him. As Lucius had said earlier, he had never seen Hermione like this and it really terrified Severus that she was in such a state.
He just wanted to know that Eileen was alive and well and safe. He knew something was wrong. His daughter may be used to getting what she wanted and she may have his temper, but she wasn't malicious and if she knew how much they were worried she would come back. If she was able.
Minerva noticed he was in the room and whispered something to Hermione. The younger woman nodded and left for the bathroom. Severus sat down heavily.
"What's wrong with her?" He asked quietly.
"She's a mother, Severus." Minerva sighed, "She blames herself."
"But it's not her fault."
"Like I said, she's a mother." The woman shrugged, "A mother and a daughter have a special relationship. Hermione blames herself because she feels like she's been keeping Eileen safe all day, every day, and the one moment she lets her guard down, this happens. She doesn't know what to do. Just give her some support and look after her. Lucius offered you two a room at his house in Spain. I suggest you take Hermione there, away from the hustle and bustle of the school. Let the rest of us deal with the Ministry and everything else." She stood up and went to the door, "Eileen will be fine. Just make sure you take care of your wife."
Minerva left and Severus waited. Finally, Hermione came out of the bathroom in a big fluffy dressing gown and wet hair. She sat down and Severus put his arms around her.
She hiccoughed softly, "Our baby's out there some where and I can't do anything. This is my fault. I'm her mother, I’m meant to look after her. I'm meant to protect her, but I haven't. What type of parent does that make me? Molly had had seven children and she managed to look after them all. To keep them all safe. And I haven't. This is all my fault.” She buried her head in his shoulder and cried quietly.
Severus rubbed gentle circles on her back, her soft sniffles squeezing at his heart, her tears burning through the clothes covering his shoulder, searing his skin.
He didn't know what to say. Nothing he thought of seemed right. He could not promise that everything was going to be ok and he couldn't tell her to calm down. He had a feeling that she would take it the wrong way.
When Severus was sure she was asleep, exhausted from crying, he put her to bed and crawled in beside her. Hermione was wrong. It wasn't her fault, it was his. He should have looked after his family better.
The irony of it all was that he had always been more concerned about Hermione doing something when her stupid Gryffindor courage called. He had always thought that he could protect his daughter against anything, always thought that his wayward wife was the one he had to watch closely.
He just wanted his daughter back, safe and alive.
""""""""""""""""""""
Ron watched around the corner of the wall and, sure enough, a guard came out and started to reset the wards on the prison at midnight. Under a temporary concealment charm, he moved slowly passed the guard and into the building.
He found the keys on the desk in the entrance hall and took the directions Malfoy had given him. Sure enough, he found the blonde waiting anxiously. Ron unlocked the door quietly and Malfoy slipped out. After putting a concealment charm on the blonde, Ron led the way out.
They slid, backs pressed against the stone wall, around the building until the guard would no longer see them. Ron took the charms off and turned to Malfoy.
The blonde looked puzzled, his hand feeling around in his pocket, "I've got my wand. How did that happen?"
Ron shrugged, "Who cares? Let's get out of here."
"Where are we going?"
The red head thought, "We need a plan. We can go back to my flat because..." He sniffed around, "you need a shower."
Malfoy snarled, but listened to Ron’s address. They disapperated with two pops.
""""""""""""""""""""
As her senses returned, Eileen could feel some one poking her with something hard. A wand perhaps.
"Hmm," Said a croaky, but obviously female voice, "No fat. That's something at least... She's small, Julian. I thought you would have gone for some one a bit... taller. But, it's your choice. I like the hair though. Do you know if it's natural?"
"It is natural, Mother," Answered that hateful voice, "Remember who her father is."
The woman that was now poking Eileen’s waist made a humming noise, then she cleared her throat, "What did you say to her about her parents?"
"I told her that we would make a plan to kill them."
"And how did she take it?" There was a sharp edge to her voice now.
"Well... she... um... you see, mother... she kind of...told me I needed mental help..."
"WHAT!" The poking stopped, "YOU ARE MEANT TO BE A SLYTHERIN! YOU ARE MEANT TO BE SUTLE AND TACTFUL!"
Carefully, Eileen opened her eyes. She was laying on a long sofa in a large, but shabby living room. Julian was standing by her feet, while an old woman, with grey hair and a sharp face, fumed.
Eileen smiled as Julian took a step back, away from the enraged woman.
"Honestly, Mother, I didn't... I mean, you didn't give me enough time!" He quivered with fear.
"TIME! TIME!" The womans screeches were beginning to hurt Eileen’s ears, so she made a show of waking up. The old woman turned, a smile forcing its way onto her face. "Hello. Eileen, isn't it?" Eileen nodded silently. "Well, I’m sure my son must have given you quite a shock the other say." She shot Julian a dirty look, "He's not very good at expressing himself." Eileen sat up, rubbing her forehead and feeling a bump. She frowned. The woman tried to look kind, but it was a painful effort, "You fell when you arrived. I wasn't expecting you so soon," She shot her son another sharp look, "But no matter. You're here now."
"I think I should be going," Eileen said, trying to sound polite when all she could hear was her heart pounding in her ears, "My parents'll be worried."
As she started to get up, the woman put an old, but strong hand on her shoulder, "You don't need them any more, Eileen. They are nothing and soon they will be even less. You are better off with us, here, where we can look after you properly. We will teach you the things that your father should have taught you. But don't worry, it doesn't matter to us that your parents are a traitor and a Mudblood; you will make up for their unworthiness."
At this moment, Eileen wasn't sure why she had been put in Slytherin, because she could feel the uniquely Gryffindor anger bubbling in her chest ominously.
Her black eyes were pure ice and daggers, "From the side I’m on, my fathers a hero. And my mother has done so much more and is so much more worthy than you and your joke of a son will ever be."
Straight after she had spoken, Eileen mentally winced. The only problem with her mother was that she was a bloody Gryffindor and now Eileen wasn't even sure she was meant to be a Slytherin.
The old womans face contorted with rage.
Eileen bit her lip. She had really done it this time.
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Hermione couldn't sleep. She rolled over and over. She felt sick. Her daughter, her baby, her little girl was out there, some where, alone. She might be hurt. She might be... Hermione couldn't finish that thought. She just couldn't.
She had never felt like this before. She had never been so scared, so sick with worry.
So selfish.
She should be the one staying strong. She should be the one reassuring her husband that this would be ok. She shouldn't be crying in front of every one. It was only making things worse.
She should have done something different, she knew it. She should have persuaded Severus to let them stay in Spain. It was her fault; she should have let Eileen stay. But she hadn't. And now this was her fault.
“!”!”!”!”!”!”!”!”!”!”!”
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I really love them!
^ ^
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xxx