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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
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Adult ++
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2
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9,120
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12
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AN: WOW! I updated!! Already had most of this written, but thought it needed something more. But no...fine how it is. So here ya go.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Hermione threw the offending piece of leather across the office, the buckle of which cracking the window it smacked against. “This is preposterous! There is no way I will have him degraded and humiliated like this! I refuse to allow it.”
Amos Diggory looked saddened, almost like he agreed, but decided in the best interest of his job to keep insisting. “He has to, Miss Granger. He hasn’t a choice on the matter. The Ministry has made the requirements quite clear. You cannot leave the premises with him until he puts it on.”
By now, Hermione would have put the Weasleys to shame with the shade of red her face was turning in her fury. She couldn’t believe they would stoop this low to make it a requirement for all ‘animals’ to be put on leashes. But that’s not all. “Magical leashes?” she asked exasperated. “For what? So they won’t run away and hack someone to death? So they won’t shite all over the place? What the bloody hell do they think will happen? This is absurd, Diggory! Absolutely unequivocally ABSURD!”
Remus just sat there quietly listening to all of the prerequisites for being placed for adoption, for lack of a better term. He stood slowly and walked over to the window, picked up the leash, and examined it. “Hermione, if this is what I have to do, then I’ll do it. I don’t want any trouble.”
“Remus, please! Don’t do this. Don’t put yourself out there for embarrassment. Please. I respect you too much to put you through this. And Harry!” she said as she turned to Amos again, “Harry will have your heads for this! He’ll be furious! I…I can’t even imagine the…raw rage…the unadulterated anger that this place will have to deal with when he finds out! Oh…there’s going to be trouble alright.”
Remus stepped up to Hermione and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Hermione, please. You’re not making this easier for me. I know you mean well but there are ears here that do not understand your loyalty to me. They only see a young beautiful woman standing against a system that can only make it harder for her. You work here, Hermione. Well, as of late, you practically live here, but this is only going to make your life harder as well. Let it be, my pet. Just let it be.”
Remus took the leather strip and began to fasten it around his own neck. Hermione could only look on with unshed tears in her eyes at the monstrosity.
It had taken Hermione several minutes to compose herself enough to walk out of the office. She finally convinced Remus to tuck the collar and leash under his shirt so it would not be as noticeable. But to no avail. It seemed the entire office knew of Remus’ furry little problem and were now whispering about it not too quietly. Some whistled like calling their mutt. Some began to mock howling at which Remus cringed, thankfully only noticed by Hermione. Some said nasty things like, “Go fetch,” or “Sic her boy!”
It was all Hermione could do to refrain from hexing the living hell out of some of them, and yet, it was all she could do keep walking without breaking into hysterical sobbing. She could actually feel the embarrassment for him. She could palpate the heaviness of the shame. She didn’t pity him. He was too good for pity. But she could understand what he had to go through and what he was hiding underneath this tough exterior. He was so shy and so timid, yet with one full moon, he could turn into a ferocious beast. His very soul was split into exact opposites. There was an inner conflict inside him that Hermione wished with all her heart she could reconcile. Alas, she could do nothing but hold onto Remus’ arm as he walked to the lift. Once inside and the gate closed, Remus put his arm around her and held her to his chest knowing that she needed to let it out.
As the roof of the lift began to disappear and the voices in the office began to hush, one could hear the screaming sobs of a young woman crying in the arms of her one time savior.
*****
It had been a couple weeks after Remus had registered with the Ministry when a new clause was announced. This time Remus had had enough.
“They can’t do that. That’s murder!”
Hermione just sat there and thought of the hundreds of people that would be effected. There were some that would not live to see the day that this clause was amended, and Hermione could feel nothing but remorse over working for a sick and disturbed organization. “That’s it. I quit. I can’t take this anymore.”
Harry sat up and took her hand. “No, Hermione, you can’t. You have to keep working on this. You’re on the inside. There might be something you can do, something you can think of to put a stop to this. You won’t be able to help Remus or anyone else if you quit. You have to keep it up.”
“But Harry…it will take too long. People are going to die.”
Ron had been sitting at the table quietly reading the pamphlet that explained the new clause. It was there in black and white. Any tainted ‘animal’ that was not adopted within thirty days of registering with the Ministry will be subject to euthanizing.
Ron looked up to Remus than to Hermione. “You have to work harder…faster. Remus only has two weeks left, Hermione. You have to do something.”
When looking at it that way, the desperation of the situation hit Hermione hard. She began to cry and then proceeded to storm from the room. There was just too much pressure for one person to handle.
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Hermione threw the offending piece of leather across the office, the buckle of which cracking the window it smacked against. “This is preposterous! There is no way I will have him degraded and humiliated like this! I refuse to allow it.”
Amos Diggory looked saddened, almost like he agreed, but decided in the best interest of his job to keep insisting. “He has to, Miss Granger. He hasn’t a choice on the matter. The Ministry has made the requirements quite clear. You cannot leave the premises with him until he puts it on.”
By now, Hermione would have put the Weasleys to shame with the shade of red her face was turning in her fury. She couldn’t believe they would stoop this low to make it a requirement for all ‘animals’ to be put on leashes. But that’s not all. “Magical leashes?” she asked exasperated. “For what? So they won’t run away and hack someone to death? So they won’t shite all over the place? What the bloody hell do they think will happen? This is absurd, Diggory! Absolutely unequivocally ABSURD!”
Remus just sat there quietly listening to all of the prerequisites for being placed for adoption, for lack of a better term. He stood slowly and walked over to the window, picked up the leash, and examined it. “Hermione, if this is what I have to do, then I’ll do it. I don’t want any trouble.”
“Remus, please! Don’t do this. Don’t put yourself out there for embarrassment. Please. I respect you too much to put you through this. And Harry!” she said as she turned to Amos again, “Harry will have your heads for this! He’ll be furious! I…I can’t even imagine the…raw rage…the unadulterated anger that this place will have to deal with when he finds out! Oh…there’s going to be trouble alright.”
Remus stepped up to Hermione and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Hermione, please. You’re not making this easier for me. I know you mean well but there are ears here that do not understand your loyalty to me. They only see a young beautiful woman standing against a system that can only make it harder for her. You work here, Hermione. Well, as of late, you practically live here, but this is only going to make your life harder as well. Let it be, my pet. Just let it be.”
Remus took the leather strip and began to fasten it around his own neck. Hermione could only look on with unshed tears in her eyes at the monstrosity.
It had taken Hermione several minutes to compose herself enough to walk out of the office. She finally convinced Remus to tuck the collar and leash under his shirt so it would not be as noticeable. But to no avail. It seemed the entire office knew of Remus’ furry little problem and were now whispering about it not too quietly. Some whistled like calling their mutt. Some began to mock howling at which Remus cringed, thankfully only noticed by Hermione. Some said nasty things like, “Go fetch,” or “Sic her boy!”
It was all Hermione could do to refrain from hexing the living hell out of some of them, and yet, it was all she could do keep walking without breaking into hysterical sobbing. She could actually feel the embarrassment for him. She could palpate the heaviness of the shame. She didn’t pity him. He was too good for pity. But she could understand what he had to go through and what he was hiding underneath this tough exterior. He was so shy and so timid, yet with one full moon, he could turn into a ferocious beast. His very soul was split into exact opposites. There was an inner conflict inside him that Hermione wished with all her heart she could reconcile. Alas, she could do nothing but hold onto Remus’ arm as he walked to the lift. Once inside and the gate closed, Remus put his arm around her and held her to his chest knowing that she needed to let it out.
As the roof of the lift began to disappear and the voices in the office began to hush, one could hear the screaming sobs of a young woman crying in the arms of her one time savior.
*****
It had been a couple weeks after Remus had registered with the Ministry when a new clause was announced. This time Remus had had enough.
“They can’t do that. That’s murder!”
Hermione just sat there and thought of the hundreds of people that would be effected. There were some that would not live to see the day that this clause was amended, and Hermione could feel nothing but remorse over working for a sick and disturbed organization. “That’s it. I quit. I can’t take this anymore.”
Harry sat up and took her hand. “No, Hermione, you can’t. You have to keep working on this. You’re on the inside. There might be something you can do, something you can think of to put a stop to this. You won’t be able to help Remus or anyone else if you quit. You have to keep it up.”
“But Harry…it will take too long. People are going to die.”
Ron had been sitting at the table quietly reading the pamphlet that explained the new clause. It was there in black and white. Any tainted ‘animal’ that was not adopted within thirty days of registering with the Ministry will be subject to euthanizing.
Ron looked up to Remus than to Hermione. “You have to work harder…faster. Remus only has two weeks left, Hermione. You have to do something.”
When looking at it that way, the desperation of the situation hit Hermione hard. She began to cry and then proceeded to storm from the room. There was just too much pressure for one person to handle.