Mystery of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
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40,721
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327
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter Twenty
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Chapter Twenty
Luna was looking over the papers, as were Severus and Harry. Lucius looked over to Hermione, who was clutching a mug of tea he had Violet slip a few drops of a calming draft into. She had only stopped pacing moments before. When Harry arrived, she collapsed into tears into his arms and had raged against her parents who hadn’t told her the truth. Who knows what they might have done if they had lived? Harry tried to reassure her that her parents loved her and that was all that mattered.
But that had been hours before and she had stopped talking, pacing the floor over and over again. It was so bad that Lucius was beginning to wonder if he would have to replace the flooring. But then the calming draft kicked in and Hermione took to staring out the window.
Lucius went over to her, slipping his hands over her shoulders and squeezed slightly to call her attention to him. Absently she rubbed her cheek against one of his hands.
“Her first assessment was correct,” Severus said, looking over to Lucius and Hermione. “She was in deed adopted. From what I’ve been able to gather her parents were magical, but there’s nothing here stating family surnames or even origin…”
“My inheritance,” Hermione said quietly.
“Pardon?” Severus asked, looking at her crossly for having been interrupted.
“Sorry, it just came to mind this moment.” She looked over to Lucius. “The inheritances run within families, correct? Meaning that if the father has certain skills, chances are so will the son or daughter.”
“With minor variations, yes,” he answered, relieved that she was not withdrawn as she was just moments before.
“But is an inheritance something that runs within the father’s lineage or the mother’s?” Luna asked, tilting her head in thought. “Or is it a combination of both?”
“Why should it matter?” Harry asked, completely confused.
“Because if it’s one or the other, it’ll be documented and thus easier to find out who my…” Hermione cleared her throat. “Biological parents are. But if it is a combination…” she was at a loss for words.
“It would be far more difficult, if not impossible,” Lucius was the one to say.
Hermione set down her tea and turned into Lucius’s chest, her arms going around him. He rubbed her back, as he kissed her temple.
“We’ll find the answers, love,” Lucius murmured.
“Why didn’t they tell me? I-I wouldn’t have judged them for it.” She looked up into his eyes. “You know I wouldn’t.”
“Perhaps they never had the opportunity?” he asked, combing her hair out of her face. “It wasn’t as if they had a chance to plan for any eventuality, was there?”
She shook her head no. Death at the hands of a tyrant’s orders is something no one ever planned for. Hermione closed her eyes as she fought off the need to have the old argument with herself yet again. "If only…" had the power to drive a person insane if one allowed. With Hermione it was no different.
“You never told me how your parents died,” Harry said, breaking into her thoughts. Hermione tensed in Lucius’s arms, but said nothing as her friend went on to ask, “Ron thought it might be a drunk driver, but you didn’t know as you hadn’t received the report from Australia yet.”
“I can’t do this,” she whispered against her lover’s chest hoarsely. “I-I can’t do this.”
Hermione rushed out of the room, tears streaming down her face as she went. Lucius whipped around, glaring at Harry.
“Go! We will speak to Mr. Potter,” Severus told his friend.
Lucius left, leaving Luna and Snape to pick up the pieces as it were. Severus hadn’t a clue what to say. It wasn’t everyday that one had to inform the boy who lived that his best friend lied to them in order to spare their feelings.
“It’s amazing what people do to spare the feelings of others,” Luna said casually. “Lying must be on top of that list. It’s an awful list, but that saying about good intensions paving the road to hell exists for a reason.”
Harry frowned. “Hermione lied to me?”
Luna nodded. “Her parents were killed here, Harry. She found them when she went over to erase their memories and send them out of the country. There was a dark mark floating over her family home and both her parents were dead.” She sighed. “She didn’t tell many. The only reason I found out was because I had to wake her from a nightmare in the Ravenclaw common room when she had fallen asleep studying with me. She was in hysterics and babbling about what had happened to them.”
“What did happen?” he asked, dread filling him.
“Slaughtered,” Severus muttered, shaking with the rage he felt when he recalled how they looked. “Tortured, raped, and killed.”
Harry lost every bit of color in his face.
“Don’t blame yourself,” Luna ordered him. “That’s the reason why she didn’t want to tell you. She knew that you would take the blame for something that wasn’t at all your fault.”
“It would have been the last thing you needed,” Severus said, his voice soft. “How many people’s deaths did you already blame yourself for?”
Harry let it all sink in.
“She blames herself as it is,” Luna sighed. “Should I have gone sooner to send them away? Why didn’t they go straight after me? And now she has this adoption business as well.”
“Merlin,” Severus cursed, standing up. “Anyone else for a fire whiskey?”
“It must be five o’clock somewhere,” Luna replied. “Pour me one, please?”
“I’ll take one too,” Harry whispered, already feeling the guilt that his friend felt it necessary to have lied to him about the death of her parents.
***
Hermione was sobbing in his bed when he found her. He went straight over to her, scooping her up and cradled her as he sat down with her in a wingback chair in front of the fireplace. The tears didn’t last for long, but it was nearly an hour before she spoke.
“Did I do the right thing?” she asked, her voice rough with tears.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
She swallowed thickly. “I knew one day he would find out.” Lacing her fingers through his, she asked, “Do you think he hates me now?” Hermione looked into his eyes, tears running down her cheeks. “He’s the only family I have left. I don’t know…”
“Shh,” he hushed her, kissing her tears away. “You have me. Always.”
Settling against the man she had learned to trust like no other, Hermione was scared of what Harry would have to say to her now that he knew the truth.
***
Time once again for the review sing-a-long! Yesterday's answer was "Golden Brown" by the Stranglers. I love that song and if you get a chance to listen to it, I recommend it . Cookies go out to pandabear_08, Pegg, and VoraciousReader. Extra special chocolate chip cookies and milk go out to ladysnape, who not only knew of the song and the artist that performed it, but that it was based on a poem by Craig Raine! If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
And it's time for the next review sing-a-long!! "I knew that we were having problems when you put those reviews in my bathtub again" No clues again. You can get it! I believe in you!! Thanks for reading and have a spectacular day!
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW
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Chapter Twenty
Luna was looking over the papers, as were Severus and Harry. Lucius looked over to Hermione, who was clutching a mug of tea he had Violet slip a few drops of a calming draft into. She had only stopped pacing moments before. When Harry arrived, she collapsed into tears into his arms and had raged against her parents who hadn’t told her the truth. Who knows what they might have done if they had lived? Harry tried to reassure her that her parents loved her and that was all that mattered.
But that had been hours before and she had stopped talking, pacing the floor over and over again. It was so bad that Lucius was beginning to wonder if he would have to replace the flooring. But then the calming draft kicked in and Hermione took to staring out the window.
Lucius went over to her, slipping his hands over her shoulders and squeezed slightly to call her attention to him. Absently she rubbed her cheek against one of his hands.
“Her first assessment was correct,” Severus said, looking over to Lucius and Hermione. “She was in deed adopted. From what I’ve been able to gather her parents were magical, but there’s nothing here stating family surnames or even origin…”
“My inheritance,” Hermione said quietly.
“Pardon?” Severus asked, looking at her crossly for having been interrupted.
“Sorry, it just came to mind this moment.” She looked over to Lucius. “The inheritances run within families, correct? Meaning that if the father has certain skills, chances are so will the son or daughter.”
“With minor variations, yes,” he answered, relieved that she was not withdrawn as she was just moments before.
“But is an inheritance something that runs within the father’s lineage or the mother’s?” Luna asked, tilting her head in thought. “Or is it a combination of both?”
“Why should it matter?” Harry asked, completely confused.
“Because if it’s one or the other, it’ll be documented and thus easier to find out who my…” Hermione cleared her throat. “Biological parents are. But if it is a combination…” she was at a loss for words.
“It would be far more difficult, if not impossible,” Lucius was the one to say.
Hermione set down her tea and turned into Lucius’s chest, her arms going around him. He rubbed her back, as he kissed her temple.
“We’ll find the answers, love,” Lucius murmured.
“Why didn’t they tell me? I-I wouldn’t have judged them for it.” She looked up into his eyes. “You know I wouldn’t.”
“Perhaps they never had the opportunity?” he asked, combing her hair out of her face. “It wasn’t as if they had a chance to plan for any eventuality, was there?”
She shook her head no. Death at the hands of a tyrant’s orders is something no one ever planned for. Hermione closed her eyes as she fought off the need to have the old argument with herself yet again. "If only…" had the power to drive a person insane if one allowed. With Hermione it was no different.
“You never told me how your parents died,” Harry said, breaking into her thoughts. Hermione tensed in Lucius’s arms, but said nothing as her friend went on to ask, “Ron thought it might be a drunk driver, but you didn’t know as you hadn’t received the report from Australia yet.”
“I can’t do this,” she whispered against her lover’s chest hoarsely. “I-I can’t do this.”
Hermione rushed out of the room, tears streaming down her face as she went. Lucius whipped around, glaring at Harry.
“Go! We will speak to Mr. Potter,” Severus told his friend.
Lucius left, leaving Luna and Snape to pick up the pieces as it were. Severus hadn’t a clue what to say. It wasn’t everyday that one had to inform the boy who lived that his best friend lied to them in order to spare their feelings.
“It’s amazing what people do to spare the feelings of others,” Luna said casually. “Lying must be on top of that list. It’s an awful list, but that saying about good intensions paving the road to hell exists for a reason.”
Harry frowned. “Hermione lied to me?”
Luna nodded. “Her parents were killed here, Harry. She found them when she went over to erase their memories and send them out of the country. There was a dark mark floating over her family home and both her parents were dead.” She sighed. “She didn’t tell many. The only reason I found out was because I had to wake her from a nightmare in the Ravenclaw common room when she had fallen asleep studying with me. She was in hysterics and babbling about what had happened to them.”
“What did happen?” he asked, dread filling him.
“Slaughtered,” Severus muttered, shaking with the rage he felt when he recalled how they looked. “Tortured, raped, and killed.”
Harry lost every bit of color in his face.
“Don’t blame yourself,” Luna ordered him. “That’s the reason why she didn’t want to tell you. She knew that you would take the blame for something that wasn’t at all your fault.”
“It would have been the last thing you needed,” Severus said, his voice soft. “How many people’s deaths did you already blame yourself for?”
Harry let it all sink in.
“She blames herself as it is,” Luna sighed. “Should I have gone sooner to send them away? Why didn’t they go straight after me? And now she has this adoption business as well.”
“Merlin,” Severus cursed, standing up. “Anyone else for a fire whiskey?”
“It must be five o’clock somewhere,” Luna replied. “Pour me one, please?”
“I’ll take one too,” Harry whispered, already feeling the guilt that his friend felt it necessary to have lied to him about the death of her parents.
***
Hermione was sobbing in his bed when he found her. He went straight over to her, scooping her up and cradled her as he sat down with her in a wingback chair in front of the fireplace. The tears didn’t last for long, but it was nearly an hour before she spoke.
“Did I do the right thing?” she asked, her voice rough with tears.
“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.
She swallowed thickly. “I knew one day he would find out.” Lacing her fingers through his, she asked, “Do you think he hates me now?” Hermione looked into his eyes, tears running down her cheeks. “He’s the only family I have left. I don’t know…”
“Shh,” he hushed her, kissing her tears away. “You have me. Always.”
Settling against the man she had learned to trust like no other, Hermione was scared of what Harry would have to say to her now that he knew the truth.
***
Time once again for the review sing-a-long! Yesterday's answer was "Golden Brown" by the Stranglers. I love that song and if you get a chance to listen to it, I recommend it . Cookies go out to pandabear_08, Pegg, and VoraciousReader. Extra special chocolate chip cookies and milk go out to ladysnape, who not only knew of the song and the artist that performed it, but that it was based on a poem by Craig Raine! If I missed anyone, I'm sorry.
And it's time for the next review sing-a-long!! "I knew that we were having problems when you put those reviews in my bathtub again" No clues again. You can get it! I believe in you!! Thanks for reading and have a spectacular day!