Love Lost, Not Forgotten
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
10
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2,565
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3
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It didn’t take long for the Grangers to move back to England and settle down; Grace had moved all of her things into the guest room of their old house. Hermione didn’t want to question why but her father had no problem, it all ended in a long row when Grace shouted that she didn’t want to sleep with a man she felt nothing for. A burst of uncontrolled magic seemed to roll right off of her and throw Elliot into the wall that was at least five feet behind him.
Hermione had left soon after that, still refusing to ask her mother about this ‘Sirius’ person—though now she had a pretty good idea as to who she was referring to. Instead the bushy headed brunette returned to Number 12 Grimmauld Place and fell into her normal routine—only with added silence.
The end of the war had been hard; at one time they thought they had lost the last person who meant anything to Harry at all. In their fifth year Sirius Black had fallen into a veil, or actually he’d been shot through it. It was nearing the end of sixth year that Ginny Weasley had found a veil similar to the one in the Depmartment of Mysteries—when she was getting rid of the Half Blood Prince’s book—and she saw a hand reaching out for her. Though she had had her fill of enchanted objects she couldn’t help but to reach out and take the hand pulling forth the once prisoner of Azkaban.
They had lost many, Tonks and her mother died during the final battle, Ron lost his father and brother Charlie after the battle when everything had seemed alright. A box of poisoned sweets was sent to their house and before anyone could help it had taken control. Sirius and Remus lived together now, the last of the Marauders, it was a platonic relationship, though sometimes Sirius like to let Molly Weasley believe otherwise, they were practically brothers for crying out loud.
Hermione fit into the large house perfectly, Harry and Ron were having a game of Wizard’s chess, Molly was in the kitchen cooking—she was still mourning the loss of her husband and son and was slowly wasting away if it wasn’t for her other children—Sirius was reading the Evening Prophet and Remus was … well Hermione didn’t exactly know where Remus was.
“So, ‘Mione, how’d the rescue go on your parents?” asked Ron as he picked up another biscuit.
Hermione’s dark eyes looked up, “What? Oh … flawlessly, thank you for you help, Harry. I probably couldn’t have gotten to retrievers without your help.”
Harry shook his head and smiled to his friend before returning to his game. Sirius looked up from the paper and eyed the girl for a moment before looking down solemnly—something Hermione didn’t miss. “My mum though, apparently she’s having adverse reactions to the memory altering.” Sirius never moved the paper but she could see from the corner of her eye that his head wasn’t moving as it normally did when he read.
“What makes you say that? Does she not remember you?”
Brown curls flopped as the bright witch crossed her legs Indian style in the old arm chair, “No … but she says she never meant to marry my father. She keeps asking for…” a pause to gain everyone’s attention, “some other man.” Just as she didn’t miss his pause in his reading she didn’t miss the crinkle of the Prophet as he threw it down or the seemingly renewed vigor as he stood up with a smile, “Hermione, dear, I’m sorry to hear that. If you’ll excuse me I need to find Moony, something in the paper he’s got to see.”
Of course, Sirius just ran from the sitting room without the paper.
Ron looked up and watched as the former inmate left, “Daft he is … left the bloody paper.”
Harry only chuckled as he moved a pawn forward and looked at Hermione once more, she was watching the doorway with the same interest she normally got from a large tome. “Alright ‘Mione, spill it, who’s your mum asking for?”
Hermione’s eyes jumped from the door way to her friend’s bright green eyes, a nervous giggle trickled out of her mouth as she looked from Harry to Ron, “Uhm …well…”
Grimmauld Place, Dungeons
“She remembers!”
Remus stared at his friend for a moment before nodding solemnly and returning to the potion he was brewing. Severus Snape had left England soon after the war—he faked his own death with the help of the Marauders after promising to give distinct instructions on how to make the Wolfsbane Potion—which left Remus to make his own brew for the full moon. He was far from being out of stock but he wanted to keep up just incase he happened to forget.
Sirius’ face was nearly lit up like a Christmas tree as he sat on one of the wooden tables covered with potion vials and other things that Snape had left behind. “Moony, Gracie … Gracie remember me. She remembers it was me she was supposed to marry,” he jumped off the table and grabbed his friend before waltzing with him around the potion lab.
Remus chuckled for a few minutes before pulling himself away, “Are you sure about that? You said the same thing the day she had Hermione. If I remember correctly your exact words were ‘She looked at her husband and yelled “Are you Sirius(serious)?!”’ Am I right?”
The haggard looking wizard only smirked as he continued his waltz around the room—now using an old broom for a dancing partner—“Jest all you want mate but she remembers. Hermione said it herself that Grace never meant to marry old Granger. She’ll be mine.”
“What if she doesn’t want to marry you?”
“She does.”
“What if she wants to marry some other man?”
“Impossible.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Hermione said that her mother kept asking for some other man.”
“Did Hermione happen to say that other man was you?”
“Nope, but who else can it be? She only dated one other person while at Hogwarts!”
Remus finished stirring the cauldron and turned around as he friend laid down the broomstick, “Did Hermione say that Grace remembered Hogwarts? That she remembered you? Was your name, Sirius Black in any of Hermione’s words at all?”
It was then that the man who had been on cloud nine for such a short period of time came crashing down back into the dungeon. He look up at his friend and shook his head, “Remus … I know Grace remembers. She has to remember… doesn’t she?”
Hermione had left soon after that, still refusing to ask her mother about this ‘Sirius’ person—though now she had a pretty good idea as to who she was referring to. Instead the bushy headed brunette returned to Number 12 Grimmauld Place and fell into her normal routine—only with added silence.
The end of the war had been hard; at one time they thought they had lost the last person who meant anything to Harry at all. In their fifth year Sirius Black had fallen into a veil, or actually he’d been shot through it. It was nearing the end of sixth year that Ginny Weasley had found a veil similar to the one in the Depmartment of Mysteries—when she was getting rid of the Half Blood Prince’s book—and she saw a hand reaching out for her. Though she had had her fill of enchanted objects she couldn’t help but to reach out and take the hand pulling forth the once prisoner of Azkaban.
They had lost many, Tonks and her mother died during the final battle, Ron lost his father and brother Charlie after the battle when everything had seemed alright. A box of poisoned sweets was sent to their house and before anyone could help it had taken control. Sirius and Remus lived together now, the last of the Marauders, it was a platonic relationship, though sometimes Sirius like to let Molly Weasley believe otherwise, they were practically brothers for crying out loud.
Hermione fit into the large house perfectly, Harry and Ron were having a game of Wizard’s chess, Molly was in the kitchen cooking—she was still mourning the loss of her husband and son and was slowly wasting away if it wasn’t for her other children—Sirius was reading the Evening Prophet and Remus was … well Hermione didn’t exactly know where Remus was.
“So, ‘Mione, how’d the rescue go on your parents?” asked Ron as he picked up another biscuit.
Hermione’s dark eyes looked up, “What? Oh … flawlessly, thank you for you help, Harry. I probably couldn’t have gotten to retrievers without your help.”
Harry shook his head and smiled to his friend before returning to his game. Sirius looked up from the paper and eyed the girl for a moment before looking down solemnly—something Hermione didn’t miss. “My mum though, apparently she’s having adverse reactions to the memory altering.” Sirius never moved the paper but she could see from the corner of her eye that his head wasn’t moving as it normally did when he read.
“What makes you say that? Does she not remember you?”
Brown curls flopped as the bright witch crossed her legs Indian style in the old arm chair, “No … but she says she never meant to marry my father. She keeps asking for…” a pause to gain everyone’s attention, “some other man.” Just as she didn’t miss his pause in his reading she didn’t miss the crinkle of the Prophet as he threw it down or the seemingly renewed vigor as he stood up with a smile, “Hermione, dear, I’m sorry to hear that. If you’ll excuse me I need to find Moony, something in the paper he’s got to see.”
Of course, Sirius just ran from the sitting room without the paper.
Ron looked up and watched as the former inmate left, “Daft he is … left the bloody paper.”
Harry only chuckled as he moved a pawn forward and looked at Hermione once more, she was watching the doorway with the same interest she normally got from a large tome. “Alright ‘Mione, spill it, who’s your mum asking for?”
Hermione’s eyes jumped from the door way to her friend’s bright green eyes, a nervous giggle trickled out of her mouth as she looked from Harry to Ron, “Uhm …well…”
Grimmauld Place, Dungeons
“She remembers!”
Remus stared at his friend for a moment before nodding solemnly and returning to the potion he was brewing. Severus Snape had left England soon after the war—he faked his own death with the help of the Marauders after promising to give distinct instructions on how to make the Wolfsbane Potion—which left Remus to make his own brew for the full moon. He was far from being out of stock but he wanted to keep up just incase he happened to forget.
Sirius’ face was nearly lit up like a Christmas tree as he sat on one of the wooden tables covered with potion vials and other things that Snape had left behind. “Moony, Gracie … Gracie remember me. She remembers it was me she was supposed to marry,” he jumped off the table and grabbed his friend before waltzing with him around the potion lab.
Remus chuckled for a few minutes before pulling himself away, “Are you sure about that? You said the same thing the day she had Hermione. If I remember correctly your exact words were ‘She looked at her husband and yelled “Are you Sirius(serious)?!”’ Am I right?”
The haggard looking wizard only smirked as he continued his waltz around the room—now using an old broom for a dancing partner—“Jest all you want mate but she remembers. Hermione said it herself that Grace never meant to marry old Granger. She’ll be mine.”
“What if she doesn’t want to marry you?”
“She does.”
“What if she wants to marry some other man?”
“Impossible.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“Hermione said that her mother kept asking for some other man.”
“Did Hermione happen to say that other man was you?”
“Nope, but who else can it be? She only dated one other person while at Hogwarts!”
Remus finished stirring the cauldron and turned around as he friend laid down the broomstick, “Did Hermione say that Grace remembered Hogwarts? That she remembered you? Was your name, Sirius Black in any of Hermione’s words at all?”
It was then that the man who had been on cloud nine for such a short period of time came crashing down back into the dungeon. He look up at his friend and shook his head, “Remus … I know Grace remembers. She has to remember… doesn’t she?”