Love is Worth Forgiving For

The Letter








Chapter Three-The Letter

 

 

Summary-
It has been about eight months and no
one has heard from Hermione, and it seems as though no one misses her. Harry and Ron have each been married since
school let out and they still bear a grudge for their old friend. Hermione is leading another life, away from
the man who used her and broke her heart, and has a terrible secret. Draco Malfoy is the present heir to the
Malfoy fortune and is unhappily married to Pansy Parkinson Malfoy. He still has haunting dreams of another
love. Around eight months after
graduation, Pansy and Draco come across something extraordinary, which links
them to the last person had had in mind.

 

 

Pairing-
Ron Wesley and Lavender Brown
Weasley, Harry Potter and Parvati Patil Potter, and at the begng- ng- Draco
Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson Malfoy, but subject to change.

 

Spoilers-

Harry
Potter and the Sorcerers Stone,

Harry
Po and and the Chamber of Secrets,


Harry
Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,

Harry
Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

 

Disclaimer-I do not claim to own any of the characters
from the Harry Potter series. They all
belong to Ms. Rowling. Don’t sue, I have
a disclaimer and I’m not afraid to use it!

 

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Previously- Pansy and Draco smiled at one another, and
for the first time in months, Draco was happy.
“What will we be naming this child Draco?” Lucius’s voice interrupted Draco’s happy
state. “Nicole.” Pansy said quickly. “No.”
Draco replied coldly. “I already
have a name.” Three pairs of surprised
eyes looked at Draco, who was staring at the baby in his arms. “Well then?”
Lucius said impatiently.
“Juliet.” Draco said softly. “Juliet Nicole Malfoy.” “Oh what a lovely name!” Narcissiclaiclaimed. “Oh! Pansy dear! We simply must visit Diagon
ally for Juliet’s things! She must have
the best! She is officially a Malfoy now.”
For once, the spirits where high in Malfoy Manor.

 

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Spend all your time
waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

-         
Sarah Mclachlan – Angel

 

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Emma Trieper was considered a bit odd. She was a girl in her mid twenties that just
didn’t seem to want to get along with the people residing in the small town of Whitchapple,
on the outskirts of London. She, along with the majority of the small
town, worked in one of the quaint office buildings. Emma was a secretary to a small time lawyer,
a dull job that fit her dull personality. The residents of the small town tried
to talk to her; they really did, but their efforts where fruitless. Yes, there was something definitely strange
about Emma Trieper.

Some of the more gossipy women thought Emma was not right in
the head, which could almost be true; Emma had a habit of talking to herself
under stress, and read almost manically.
But other, more sympathetic people believed she was just a lonely girl,
and that was a tragic thing, to be so young and completely alone.

 

It wasn’t that Emma wasn’t pretty. Everyone was convinced that if she wanted to,
she would be able to coax Jeremy Grayer into asking her out, and Jeremy Grayer
was not easily impressed.

 

Emma was one of those old fashioned beauties. She had long, dark ringlets of hair that
simply flowed around her when she walked, and her hair shown like it was made
of pure silk. She had a petite body, no
more than 5’4 with heels on. Her eyes
where a startling color of gold and chocolate, that shown brightly when she
laughed. Only a small handful of people
seen her eyes in their finest. Her lips
where full and red, giving her a pouty expression even when she was
smiling. Yes, Emma was a beauty alright.

 

Either way, she lived a quiet like. A life of solitude. She couldn’t say she liked it, nor could she
say she hated it. Emma Trieper simply
existed. That is, until one day.

 

Emma got a letter in the most peculiar manner. Around two o’clock in the afternoon, Emma was
alone in her kitchen, sipping a cup of tea and reading a rather large book, a
large white owl, speckled with grey and copper, appeared in the shop window,
startling her.

 

The owl merely hooted and stuck its leg out. There was an envelope addressed with green
ink. The envelope was sealed with a waxy
emblem Emma recognized all to well.
“Stay here.” She commanded the
owl, and it just hooted contently, perched on top of a small bookshelf. Emma then sat back down, hands, shaking she
unsealed the wax emblem and opened the envelope. She gave a small gasp when she read it:

 

Miss Granger,

I do hope this letter finds you
well, or, more preferably, I do hope this letter find you. I realize you have made the decision to make
Hogwarts a part of your past, but please consider my offer: Professor Minerva McGonagall has decided it
is time for her to step down. Her sister
has taken ill and she feels she must be with her. I am writing in hopes you would consider
becoming the new transfiguration teacher, as well as the head of the Gryffindor
house. I do know you are more then
capable of this job. You are one of the
brightest students I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. If you accept this offer, you shall be
welcomed to join a staff that has not changed in the slightest since you left,
besides Professor McGonagall. Professor
Lupin, Snape, Flinkwick, Sprout, all of your old teachers are still here,
teaching their respective courses. I
hope to hear from you soon.

 

Yours
in faith,

Professor
Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

 

 

 

Hermione was shocked.
In the few moments it took her to read the letter, Emma Triepen, muggle
secretary to a muggle law firm, had
become Hermione Granger, top of her year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry and one of the most extraordinary witches of her time.

 

Hermione took out a bit of notebook paper and a pen as she
had done away with most of the things that connected her with the wizarding
world. She decided at that point she
wanted what she had lost so long ago- happiness, she wanted to surround her
with books and learning and magic, to breathe it all in again and live the way
she was born to live- as a witch. She
wrote back to the headmaster:

 

Professor,

Your letter
found me, yes; you never cease to amaze me.
I have decided to accept your offer and will gladly join the Hogwarts
staff. I have always wanted to teach. I shall arrive at the school on August 30th,
just in time for the new semester. I
have some shopping to do. Thank you, I
believe this is just what I needed.

Love
from

Hermione
Granger

 

 

 

Hermione took the letter down to the waiting school owl, her
hand still shaking slightly. Was she ready for this? Was she really ready to go back to Hogwarts? The memories she had been suppressing for
eleven years came flooding back, as though a dam has been broken in her
mind. Her night with Draco, she felt so
loved, so safe. After giving him
everything, all he could say was she was nothing more then a good fuck. Hermione still dreamt about that awful
day. The memory was fresh in her mind as
though it had just happened last week.
They always would be. But what
hurt more, coincidently, were her memories of her friends. Of Ron and Harry. “Friends forever.” She muttered, starting to cry. “Friends forever is a lie, when the people
you need most turn their back on you.”

Hermione was sobbing now, her body convulsing with each
ragged breath. She couldn’t help
it. Eleven years of suppressed emotion
was flowing freely through her eyes.
Hone one had always prided herself on being a level headed person. What would people think of her now? Pulling herself and sobbing over some lost
friends.

She wondered if Harry and Ron even thought of her
anymore. They still had each other, and
their new wives, no need for their old friend, the third wheel, the one they
copied homework from. She had disgraced
them, Hurt them horribly. Hermione
looked down at her hand. She had a small
gold ring that coiled once around her right ring finger that was shaped like a
rather royal looking snake. Her snake
had ruby eyes and emeralds that lined its back, wrapping completely around her
slender finger. She remembered the day
Draco had given it to her. His was just
like hers; only his had emerald eyes and a ruby back. He told her he loved her then, but I suppose
when you have the money like the Malfoy’s do, you could afford to give these
kinds of gifts to all the girls you screw. mehomehow she couldn’t bring herself to take it off. It hasn’t left her finger since the day he
gave it to her, even when she showered.
It had become a part of her.
Hermione let out another sob, she deserved being abandoned, she should
have known better then to trust a Malfoy.

 

 

It was eleven o’clock
at night and Hermione was still awake.
She was so nervous she couldn’t think straight, let alone sleep. Giving up she got out of her bed and was
t tot to go make tea, but stopped. She
went to her closet and pulled out a small cast iron safe. It was very heavy, but Hermione placed it
carefully on the floor and knelt beside it and stared at the dark grey
box. Finally she started fiddling with
the lock and looked almost startled as it clicked open. Shaking just as she did when she wrote the
letter, she opened the door and pulled out a very plain wooded box. She stared at the box for a long time before
sliding the rough wood cover off. She
reached into the box and pulled out a wispy looking stick. She felt a tingle go up through her fingers
and spread through her entire body. It
had been eleven years since she had last touched her wand.

“Eleven inches.” She
whispered, “Dragon heartstring, willow, rather bendy. Good for charms and….transfiguration.” Hermione shivered involuntarily. She had to get a grip on herself. It was mid August. In a few weeks she would be rningning to the
place she had tried so hard to forget about.
But how can you forget Hogwarts?
It could possibly be the hardest thing to forget. The portraits moved, and you could have
conversations with them about nearly anything, the suite of armor would follow you just to get you
scared, the staircases moved, and you could be going one way and end up in a
completely different place.

Hogwarts was a part of her, a part of who she is. She faced her greatest trials there and
accomplished so much. She longed to
practice once more. “Wingardium
leviosa.” Hermione whispered with a
flick of her wrist and pointing her wand at the heavy safe. Before her eyes the safe lifted off the floor
as if all the gravity has been removed from the room. Hermione smiled in spite of herself as he
raised the safe higher, one foot…three feet…7 feet off the ground, the slowly
brought it back down. She sighed
happily, she still had it.

 

Then Hermione attempted something she knew was stupid to try
after being out of practice for so long- she turned herself into a black
panther. She was astonished she could
still do it, and quickly turned herself back, but not before looking in the
mirror at how she looked. A true panther
stared back at her, but instead of the normal yellow/green eyes of a regular
cat, Hermione kept her true color, the golden brown that shimmered when she
moved. Back in the form of a woman she
set her wand on her bedside table.

 

Tomorrow she was going
back to Diagon Ally.

 

 

 

 

 

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Well? What do you think???
lol. this chapter was pretty fun to
write. I actually get excited and want
to see what happens next, it’s funny.
Anyway, I will be updating regularly, for the next week at least,
because I have the next few chapters written, I just need to type them up.
Please review!!!

xoxoariel