Reclaiming the Trio
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You're Not Who She's Seeing
AN:I'm sure plenty of you hate me at this point. Give me some time, and I'll explain everything. By the by, Hermione is basically suffering from PTSD.
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Chapter 2: You're Not Who She's Seeing
"Minerva, she thinks we're Ron and Harry," Remus Lupin said, pacing the Headmistress's office while Sirius Black lounged in a chair. "You said we needed to be here, and we're here, but you've picked up Albus's nasty habit of not giving out necessary information."
Remus Lupin was angrier after the end of the war than he'd ever been before or during it. He'd lost so many friends and loved ones, dead, insane, displaced, or moved on. By and large, he knew that it was useless and somewhat ridiculous to be angry at the dead, but for Voldemort and even Albus he'd make the exception. Voldemort. . . well, because he's Voldemort. Albus, for reasons that weren't rational, they were just. . . there: he'd been a puppetmaster in life, deciding things for the people around him. Albus had everyone's best interests at heart, but he was more practical than he let on, and that had ultimately alienated many of the people who call him 'friend'.
Sirius Black watched his remaining best friend pace and rage around the room, a sad smile on his lips. He shook his head to bring his long black hair down to shield his face, careful to keep his expression and emotion from Minerva. He'd had such plans, and then he'd fallen through the Veil thanks to that fucking Bellatrix. He dragged himself back, lost pieces of his very soul to come back to his godson and perhaps find a way to make a family, the two of them. By the time Sirius had gotten back, Albus was dead, and Harry loved him but didn't need him. He had the Weasleys, and Hermione, and their little friends. So Harry hadn't taken Sirius or Remus with him that last time.
And now he was gone. And the only thing Sirius had left of Harry was that girl down in the infirmary, and the fact that she thought he himself was Harry. Part of Sirius wanted to run away, turn into Snuffles and make himself someone's pet, or perhaps to die. But another part, a stronger part, perhaps a more devious part, wanted to stay and see what would come of the ordeal. Besides that, he owed it to Harry, and Hermione, to help her heal. Maybe after she was back to herself, and saddled with a substitute Weasley, Sirius could go off and do what he wanted.
Clearing his throat, Sirius spoke.
"Of course, we won't punish Hermione for your deceit, Minerva. We'll stay here and help Hermione heal. Perhaps we can do even more than that," Sirius said, and Remus stopped his pacing to regard his friend.
"We will?" Remus said, caution and suspicion in his voice. "Here? How can we help her? She thinks we're Ron and Harry, and if we stay, it will only cement the idea in her mind."
"But if we left her here all alone, we ~-- rather, Ron and Harry ~-- would be leaving her again, and I think that would kill her. By taking time and showing her, we can help her learn that they are gone, and that she is not," Sirius reasoned, uncharacteristically thoughtful.
"I agree. But this is not the place for you to do that. Once she is medically cleared, you are taking her from Hogwart's, either to the house at Grimmauld Place, or Lupin Quarry. The setting is as important as the teaching; if you stay here, her mind won't register the change," Minerva said, watching the men for their reaction. Remus stopped his pacing completely, and Sirius rose from the chair he'd been occupying.
"How much do you want her back to herself, Minerva?" Sirius said in a quiet tone, and Remus felt the hair on the back of his neck rise in anticipation, suspicion.
"Why, Sirius, she was my favorite student in all my years of teaching. I want her to be healed more than anything else, and I want you to do whatever it takes to help her!" Minerva said before she could thing, and she slammed her hand over her mouth. She remembered Sirius's penchant for young witches, especially the ones that were uptight. And in her seven years at Hogwart's, Hermione had never been less than too high-strung. "Sirius, I didn't mean that. Be careful with her. I~--"
"That's enough. We'll be away by morning. And Minerva, that was binding. Thank you," Sirius said, turning and striding out of the room, a peculiar smile on his face. He was going to speak with Ginny before he did anything else.
Remus looked at Minerva once Sirius had left. He shook his head and smiled sadly.
"A wizard's oath, Minerva. You should know better. But you can trust us. We would never be anything other to her than as kind as Ron and Harry were. I promise you that," Remus said, turning and following his friend out of the room.
Minerva MacGonagall was left alone with her guilt. She'd done things just as Albus would have, but her impulses had carved a new path, one she'd not thought of. And Hermione was standing in the middle of it, completely unaware of what was coming.
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Chapter 2: You're Not Who She's Seeing
"Minerva, she thinks we're Ron and Harry," Remus Lupin said, pacing the Headmistress's office while Sirius Black lounged in a chair. "You said we needed to be here, and we're here, but you've picked up Albus's nasty habit of not giving out necessary information."
Remus Lupin was angrier after the end of the war than he'd ever been before or during it. He'd lost so many friends and loved ones, dead, insane, displaced, or moved on. By and large, he knew that it was useless and somewhat ridiculous to be angry at the dead, but for Voldemort and even Albus he'd make the exception. Voldemort. . . well, because he's Voldemort. Albus, for reasons that weren't rational, they were just. . . there: he'd been a puppetmaster in life, deciding things for the people around him. Albus had everyone's best interests at heart, but he was more practical than he let on, and that had ultimately alienated many of the people who call him 'friend'.
Sirius Black watched his remaining best friend pace and rage around the room, a sad smile on his lips. He shook his head to bring his long black hair down to shield his face, careful to keep his expression and emotion from Minerva. He'd had such plans, and then he'd fallen through the Veil thanks to that fucking Bellatrix. He dragged himself back, lost pieces of his very soul to come back to his godson and perhaps find a way to make a family, the two of them. By the time Sirius had gotten back, Albus was dead, and Harry loved him but didn't need him. He had the Weasleys, and Hermione, and their little friends. So Harry hadn't taken Sirius or Remus with him that last time.
And now he was gone. And the only thing Sirius had left of Harry was that girl down in the infirmary, and the fact that she thought he himself was Harry. Part of Sirius wanted to run away, turn into Snuffles and make himself someone's pet, or perhaps to die. But another part, a stronger part, perhaps a more devious part, wanted to stay and see what would come of the ordeal. Besides that, he owed it to Harry, and Hermione, to help her heal. Maybe after she was back to herself, and saddled with a substitute Weasley, Sirius could go off and do what he wanted.
Clearing his throat, Sirius spoke.
"Of course, we won't punish Hermione for your deceit, Minerva. We'll stay here and help Hermione heal. Perhaps we can do even more than that," Sirius said, and Remus stopped his pacing to regard his friend.
"We will?" Remus said, caution and suspicion in his voice. "Here? How can we help her? She thinks we're Ron and Harry, and if we stay, it will only cement the idea in her mind."
"But if we left her here all alone, we ~-- rather, Ron and Harry ~-- would be leaving her again, and I think that would kill her. By taking time and showing her, we can help her learn that they are gone, and that she is not," Sirius reasoned, uncharacteristically thoughtful.
"I agree. But this is not the place for you to do that. Once she is medically cleared, you are taking her from Hogwart's, either to the house at Grimmauld Place, or Lupin Quarry. The setting is as important as the teaching; if you stay here, her mind won't register the change," Minerva said, watching the men for their reaction. Remus stopped his pacing completely, and Sirius rose from the chair he'd been occupying.
"How much do you want her back to herself, Minerva?" Sirius said in a quiet tone, and Remus felt the hair on the back of his neck rise in anticipation, suspicion.
"Why, Sirius, she was my favorite student in all my years of teaching. I want her to be healed more than anything else, and I want you to do whatever it takes to help her!" Minerva said before she could thing, and she slammed her hand over her mouth. She remembered Sirius's penchant for young witches, especially the ones that were uptight. And in her seven years at Hogwart's, Hermione had never been less than too high-strung. "Sirius, I didn't mean that. Be careful with her. I~--"
"That's enough. We'll be away by morning. And Minerva, that was binding. Thank you," Sirius said, turning and striding out of the room, a peculiar smile on his face. He was going to speak with Ginny before he did anything else.
Remus looked at Minerva once Sirius had left. He shook his head and smiled sadly.
"A wizard's oath, Minerva. You should know better. But you can trust us. We would never be anything other to her than as kind as Ron and Harry were. I promise you that," Remus said, turning and following his friend out of the room.
Minerva MacGonagall was left alone with her guilt. She'd done things just as Albus would have, but her impulses had carved a new path, one she'd not thought of. And Hermione was standing in the middle of it, completely unaware of what was coming.