Mending The Wounds
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,290
Reviews:
46
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The Funeral
Chapter One: The Funeral
“Hermione,” Remus called from her office, “are you almost ready?”
“Just about,” Hermione responded from her bedroom. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Remus was pacing Hermione’s office, waiting for her to come out so they could attend Severus’ funeral. In a letter to Albus, he’d requested a small ceremony (with a list of people that were definitely not invited and an even shorter list of those who were invited). Hermione still hadn’t told Remus anything about what happened with Severus. He would never have guessed there was anything between them until the night he killed himself. They’d become closer friends, but she still hadn’t opened up to him. He knew she was hiding something important from him, but he didn’t press her on it. She’d open up when she was comfortable.
Remus was brought out of his reverie when Hermione walked into the room. She looked absolutely stunning. How is it that someone can make something so simple look exquisite? She was wearing a black full-length skirt and a black sweatshirt. Half of her hair was pulled back in a clip at the back of her head. She was wearing minimal make-up, a little eyeliner and lip gloss.
Remus smiled at Hermione. “Shall we?”
He held out his arm for her and she took it. He gave her hand a little squeeze and she smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
“Thank you.”
“No need, it’s my pleasure to be here for you.”
“Not only that, but also for not asking questions. I know you’re dying to find out how I came to fall in love with the evil Potions Master and I will tell you, it's just going to take me some time.”
“I know Hermione, that is why I have not asked. Just know that I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
“I know.”
Remus and Hermione made their way to e the the funeral would be. There were only a few people there, the few Snape’s left, some of the Hogwarts staff, and a few other friends. No one was crying, though everyone looked grim.
The service went by fast and Remus quickly escorted Hermione back into Hogwarts. They went to her rooms and sat in her sitting room. Remus made them some tea and handed Hermione a mug of it.
“Thank you Remus.”
“Your welcome.”
They sat in silence for a while, both lost in their thos, ws, when Hermione’s voice broke the silence.
“Draco Malfoy’s not dead you know.”
Remus looked at her, surprise written all over his face. “He isn’t?”
“No, I think he used polyjuice potion on someone else and killed them while they looked like him.”
“How do you know?”
“I was with him the night he ‘died’ and the next morning.”
“Oh.”
“He raped me.”
At this, Remus spit out the bit of tea he had just taken a sip of. “What?!”
“He did it three times. And he used Crucio on me 5 times, Imperio once.”
To say Remus was in shock would be an understatement.
“Will you let me tell you about it,” Hermione looked at him and added, “without interruption?”
“Yes, of course.”
“It started in the middle of July, the night Malfoy was found dead. I was on my way up to visit everyone here when he grabbed me from behind…” Hermione went on to tell him her story. “That night I went to Severu. I kissed him and he sent me away. When I returned for my coat, I found him dead."
“Wow Hermione. I knew something was wrong but I had no idea it would be of this magnitude. Are you sure you are ok now?”
“I’m fine Remus, I promise. I really do love him though Remus, even though he’s gone. I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”
“You’re going to teach. You’re going to take things one at a time and just figure your way into life again. And you’re going to let me help, along with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They’re worried about you, you know?”
“I know, but I don’t think I could tell them. I don’t know if they would understand.”
“You may be underestimating them Hermione.”
“Perhaps, I just don’t think that I can tell my story again any time soon."
They sat in silence for a few moments, then Hermione decided to turn to a lighter topic.
"Term starts in three days and I’ve still got a few things to take care of. I need to do some things with my classroom, will you help me?”
“Of course, as long as you promise to help me.”
“I will. Shall we?”
Hermione and Remus went to her classroom to take care of the few things that needed to be done. Hermione wasn’t really into what she was doing as her thoughts were focusing on how she was going to get through life, through the pain that felt as though it would be eternal.
“Are you going to come dfor for dinner?” Remus asked Hermione after they finished their classrooms.
“No, I’m really tired, I think I’m going to go to bed in a little bit.”
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Remus stood up and gave Hermione a kiss on her forehead before leaving to the Great Hall.
Hermione sat in her chair, staring at the fire, thinking. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately, simply thinking.
Hermione felt a tear stream down her face. She’d tried hard the past couple of weeks to keep herself together, for everyone else. She was always been the one that people expected to be cool, calm, and collected. She would keep up the charade, but the pain would still be there. Hermione got up, put out the fire, and went to her chambers to go to bed. Hermione fell into a fitful sleep where she had dreams of her and Severus together, married, and of her being pregnant. They started out perfect, but then everything would be torn away from her and she’d feel the pain all over again.
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Edited on 20 October 2004
“Hermione,” Remus called from her office, “are you almost ready?”
“Just about,” Hermione responded from her bedroom. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
Remus was pacing Hermione’s office, waiting for her to come out so they could attend Severus’ funeral. In a letter to Albus, he’d requested a small ceremony (with a list of people that were definitely not invited and an even shorter list of those who were invited). Hermione still hadn’t told Remus anything about what happened with Severus. He would never have guessed there was anything between them until the night he killed himself. They’d become closer friends, but she still hadn’t opened up to him. He knew she was hiding something important from him, but he didn’t press her on it. She’d open up when she was comfortable.
Remus was brought out of his reverie when Hermione walked into the room. She looked absolutely stunning. How is it that someone can make something so simple look exquisite? She was wearing a black full-length skirt and a black sweatshirt. Half of her hair was pulled back in a clip at the back of her head. She was wearing minimal make-up, a little eyeliner and lip gloss.
Remus smiled at Hermione. “Shall we?”
He held out his arm for her and she took it. He gave her hand a little squeeze and she smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
“Thank you.”
“No need, it’s my pleasure to be here for you.”
“Not only that, but also for not asking questions. I know you’re dying to find out how I came to fall in love with the evil Potions Master and I will tell you, it's just going to take me some time.”
“I know Hermione, that is why I have not asked. Just know that I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
“I know.”
Remus and Hermione made their way to e the the funeral would be. There were only a few people there, the few Snape’s left, some of the Hogwarts staff, and a few other friends. No one was crying, though everyone looked grim.
The service went by fast and Remus quickly escorted Hermione back into Hogwarts. They went to her rooms and sat in her sitting room. Remus made them some tea and handed Hermione a mug of it.
“Thank you Remus.”
“Your welcome.”
They sat in silence for a while, both lost in their thos, ws, when Hermione’s voice broke the silence.
“Draco Malfoy’s not dead you know.”
Remus looked at her, surprise written all over his face. “He isn’t?”
“No, I think he used polyjuice potion on someone else and killed them while they looked like him.”
“How do you know?”
“I was with him the night he ‘died’ and the next morning.”
“Oh.”
“He raped me.”
At this, Remus spit out the bit of tea he had just taken a sip of. “What?!”
“He did it three times. And he used Crucio on me 5 times, Imperio once.”
To say Remus was in shock would be an understatement.
“Will you let me tell you about it,” Hermione looked at him and added, “without interruption?”
“Yes, of course.”
“It started in the middle of July, the night Malfoy was found dead. I was on my way up to visit everyone here when he grabbed me from behind…” Hermione went on to tell him her story. “That night I went to Severu. I kissed him and he sent me away. When I returned for my coat, I found him dead."
“Wow Hermione. I knew something was wrong but I had no idea it would be of this magnitude. Are you sure you are ok now?”
“I’m fine Remus, I promise. I really do love him though Remus, even though he’s gone. I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”
“You’re going to teach. You’re going to take things one at a time and just figure your way into life again. And you’re going to let me help, along with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They’re worried about you, you know?”
“I know, but I don’t think I could tell them. I don’t know if they would understand.”
“You may be underestimating them Hermione.”
“Perhaps, I just don’t think that I can tell my story again any time soon."
They sat in silence for a few moments, then Hermione decided to turn to a lighter topic.
"Term starts in three days and I’ve still got a few things to take care of. I need to do some things with my classroom, will you help me?”
“Of course, as long as you promise to help me.”
“I will. Shall we?”
Hermione and Remus went to her classroom to take care of the few things that needed to be done. Hermione wasn’t really into what she was doing as her thoughts were focusing on how she was going to get through life, through the pain that felt as though it would be eternal.
“Are you going to come dfor for dinner?” Remus asked Hermione after they finished their classrooms.
“No, I’m really tired, I think I’m going to go to bed in a little bit.”
“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Remus stood up and gave Hermione a kiss on her forehead before leaving to the Great Hall.
Hermione sat in her chair, staring at the fire, thinking. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately, simply thinking.
Hermione felt a tear stream down her face. She’d tried hard the past couple of weeks to keep herself together, for everyone else. She was always been the one that people expected to be cool, calm, and collected. She would keep up the charade, but the pain would still be there. Hermione got up, put out the fire, and went to her chambers to go to bed. Hermione fell into a fitful sleep where she had dreams of her and Severus together, married, and of her being pregnant. They started out perfect, but then everything would be torn away from her and she’d feel the pain all over again.
Edited on 20 October 2004