Second Chances
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Barty
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
17,434
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The Locket
She put the book down with grunt, knowing it held no answers but refusing to give up. She picked up her mug, finding the tea had gone cold. She reached for her coat which was lying on the chair beside her and searched the pockets for her wand. Her hand touched against something small and metallic, pulling it out she looked at it. It was what Barty had slipped into her hand. She turned it, finding it was in fact a locket. On the front was a crest that, when she looked hard enough, she found to be the Crouch family crest.
“Barty,” She whispered, clicking the side and opening the locket. Out fell a small note, opening she found the writing to be tiny, searching through the drawer in her desk she found a magnifying glass and read what it said.
‘Hermione, I’m sat in my study under house arrest as I write this. Know that I love you, no amount of space or time will change that. I give you this locket as proof that you belong to me. This is family heirloom passed down the Crouch line from mother to daughter. I give it to you now to keep as a sign of my intentions, I swear to keep my promise to you, all my love forever, Barty.’
Hermione leant back in her chair, staring between the note and the locket, both lying on her desk. Looking at the clock she saw the time was late, but she needed someone to talk to and there was one person she wanted to talk to the most. Pulling her cloak from the back of her chair she pulled it tight around her body, picking up the note and locket once more she grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it on the fire, stepping in she said, “The Burrow.”
She span faster and faster until finally she stopped, falling onto the hearth of the Burrows kitchen fire, knocking the fire guard down with a crash. Her wrist twisted a little painfully as she tried to force herself up. The door to the kitchen banged open and Arthur Weasley stood there brandishing a poker, “Come on your cowards! Think you steal from my family?”
Molly poked her head around his shoulder and spotted Hermione on the floor, “Put that down Arthur and go back to bed. It’s only Hermione.” She said, giving him a shove to the side.
“Huh? What?” He said in sleepy confusion doing as she said all the same.
“Hermione Granger, whatever are you doing travelling around at this time of night? And through the floo system I ask?” She asked as she helped Hermione off the floor and into a chair.
“I had to talk to you,” Hermione said, opening her hand to show Molly the contents. “I needed you to see this.”
“What is it?” Molly asked, taking the locket and note to examine them more closely.
“Use this,” Hermione said, brandishing the magnifying glass at Molly.
She took it and read the note slowly before looking at the locket. “Well now, that’s love if I’ve ever seen it.” She said quietly, “You’re looking at the charm of the Crouch family here. Whoever is wearing it’s the mother of the bloodline. Hermione, did you and Barty talk about marriage?”
“We didn’t get the chance to talk about it properly because…” she halted, swallowing a lump, “because he was taken but when I went to see him last night we did. He was going to ask me but I told him to wait until it was over.”
“This is something…” Molly said almost to herself. “I’ll mention this to Arthur. Might have some effect.”
She handed them back to Hermione who slipped the note back into the locket and put them in the pocket of her robe. Molly sat back in her own seat and watched Hermione, “Have you slept since I last saw you?”
“A little,” Hermione replied.
“Liar,” Molly said, smiling at her. “You’ll make yourself ill.”
“It’s hard.” Hermione whispered.
“Right,” Molly sighed, pulling herself up from her seat and searching the nearest cupboard. “Aha,” she said, pulling out a bottle. “This is for you, take a cap full and you’ll sleep like a baby. Now come on, you’re staying here for a while. And I won’t hear otherwise,” she said, holding her hand up against Hermione’s objections, “There’s plenty of room. I’ve turned the twins room into a lovely guest room. After I managed to find all the little tricks they were hiding away in there anyway.”
She pulled Hermione to her feet and took off her cloak, stopping her fussing long enough for Hermione to retrieve the locket from the pocket. Hermione felt like she was moving in a whirlwind as Molly followed her up the stairs and found her some of Ginny’s pyjamas. Molly waited in the hall as she changed before bustling in and handing Hermione the right amount of sleeping draft. Hermione laid back on the pillows and stared at the foreign ceiling. Molly brushed her hair to the side and said goodnight.
Hermione heard the door click shut and turned onto her side. The last thought she had before falling into a deep and dreamless sleep was of the locket.
“Barty,” She whispered, clicking the side and opening the locket. Out fell a small note, opening she found the writing to be tiny, searching through the drawer in her desk she found a magnifying glass and read what it said.
‘Hermione, I’m sat in my study under house arrest as I write this. Know that I love you, no amount of space or time will change that. I give you this locket as proof that you belong to me. This is family heirloom passed down the Crouch line from mother to daughter. I give it to you now to keep as a sign of my intentions, I swear to keep my promise to you, all my love forever, Barty.’
Hermione leant back in her chair, staring between the note and the locket, both lying on her desk. Looking at the clock she saw the time was late, but she needed someone to talk to and there was one person she wanted to talk to the most. Pulling her cloak from the back of her chair she pulled it tight around her body, picking up the note and locket once more she grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it on the fire, stepping in she said, “The Burrow.”
She span faster and faster until finally she stopped, falling onto the hearth of the Burrows kitchen fire, knocking the fire guard down with a crash. Her wrist twisted a little painfully as she tried to force herself up. The door to the kitchen banged open and Arthur Weasley stood there brandishing a poker, “Come on your cowards! Think you steal from my family?”
Molly poked her head around his shoulder and spotted Hermione on the floor, “Put that down Arthur and go back to bed. It’s only Hermione.” She said, giving him a shove to the side.
“Huh? What?” He said in sleepy confusion doing as she said all the same.
“Hermione Granger, whatever are you doing travelling around at this time of night? And through the floo system I ask?” She asked as she helped Hermione off the floor and into a chair.
“I had to talk to you,” Hermione said, opening her hand to show Molly the contents. “I needed you to see this.”
“What is it?” Molly asked, taking the locket and note to examine them more closely.
“Use this,” Hermione said, brandishing the magnifying glass at Molly.
She took it and read the note slowly before looking at the locket. “Well now, that’s love if I’ve ever seen it.” She said quietly, “You’re looking at the charm of the Crouch family here. Whoever is wearing it’s the mother of the bloodline. Hermione, did you and Barty talk about marriage?”
“We didn’t get the chance to talk about it properly because…” she halted, swallowing a lump, “because he was taken but when I went to see him last night we did. He was going to ask me but I told him to wait until it was over.”
“This is something…” Molly said almost to herself. “I’ll mention this to Arthur. Might have some effect.”
She handed them back to Hermione who slipped the note back into the locket and put them in the pocket of her robe. Molly sat back in her own seat and watched Hermione, “Have you slept since I last saw you?”
“A little,” Hermione replied.
“Liar,” Molly said, smiling at her. “You’ll make yourself ill.”
“It’s hard.” Hermione whispered.
“Right,” Molly sighed, pulling herself up from her seat and searching the nearest cupboard. “Aha,” she said, pulling out a bottle. “This is for you, take a cap full and you’ll sleep like a baby. Now come on, you’re staying here for a while. And I won’t hear otherwise,” she said, holding her hand up against Hermione’s objections, “There’s plenty of room. I’ve turned the twins room into a lovely guest room. After I managed to find all the little tricks they were hiding away in there anyway.”
She pulled Hermione to her feet and took off her cloak, stopping her fussing long enough for Hermione to retrieve the locket from the pocket. Hermione felt like she was moving in a whirlwind as Molly followed her up the stairs and found her some of Ginny’s pyjamas. Molly waited in the hall as she changed before bustling in and handing Hermione the right amount of sleeping draft. Hermione laid back on the pillows and stared at the foreign ceiling. Molly brushed her hair to the side and said goodnight.
Hermione heard the door click shut and turned onto her side. The last thought she had before falling into a deep and dreamless sleep was of the locket.