It\'s All Done With Mirrors
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
38
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10,669
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120
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Epilogue
A/N: Thank you for reading this fiction. I have enjoyed your reviews so much! Bless you all!
Epilogue
Hogwarts Infirmary, September 2010
In the end, Millicent Bulstrode did me a huge favour. When she gets out of Azkaban I must remember to thank her. They found her later on that terrible day, in a dingy room in Knurn urn Alley, sobbing her heart out, crying “Nathan…Nathan…” over and over. She was admitted to St Mungo’s that very evening, and after being heavily sedated, was able to impart to Arthur, Albus and Auror Tonks exactly what had been goon ion in that horrid little hideyhole. She has a ten year sentence, and Nathan will be joining her for the first six months of that.
I must admit, I sort of feel sorry for Millicent. But I’m far sorrier for Nathan, and even sorrier for poor Ron.
It still feels strange to have him sleeping beside me, even if it is only in the next bed in the infirmary. I hadn\'t missed his snoring, I have to say. We all hope that he will regain consciousness soon.
OK, I’ll tell you this, but you mustn\'t tell anyone else – Severus and I are secretly engaged, which of course is completely illegal, bearing in mind I’m still officially married. That will all be taken care of this afternoon, however. Believe it or not, it is possible to divorce someone, even if they are in a coma, on the grounds that they’d punched your boyfriend’s lights out. Even if it had been a dozen years ago, before you were even married to the person you’re divorcing. Yes, I know. It’s bloody confusing…how do you think I feel?
Oh, and about Lavender. You’ll be pleased to know that, even if I couldn’t get down on my knees and grovel, I did apologise profusely. She showed herself, once again to be the better Witch. I hope that some day I might be able to show someone the same graciousness. Lavender says I have already, but I must say I don’t really know what she’s on about.
Anyway, back to Sev. According to Lavender, he was the one whose effort was famously the last straw that broke the Mn’s n’s Oak. After Ron collapsed – at the same instant that Pansy Parkinson Malfoy died, I’ll have you know – I must have passed out myself.
It was another hour before the Hagrids, Aurors Tonks and Longbottom and, of course, Harry, finally cracked the huge blackboard…having been joined by everyone – Dumbledore, Minerva, Flitwick, Sprout, Ginny, Luna – I am not calling her Loony anymore, OK? And you can hex me a big juicy wart on the end of my nose if I go back on my word – and then by Draco and Lavender. And finally, of course, Severus.
Apparently, one of the Hagrid twins accidentally hurled herself on top of Severus, and the weight of her shocked his system into consciousness. I’m frankly not surprised. In the Muggle world, they call it self-preservation. If it had been Tempus who had fallen on Sev, wI shI shudder to think.
They finally cracked it – I don’t think Albus is ever going to be the same again…or Hagrid for that matter. Poppy was completely overdoing it for days, and Severus busted a gut – literally – making potions to he the the pain of cracked ribs, pulled muscles and sore tendons…although he did have a wee bit of assistance in the Lab. Wish I could have helped.
No one seems to know whether Ron, having been under the influence of a truly horrible curse for over twelve years, and therefore innocent of the assault on Severus, will be allowed to have his wand returned.
Iote ote yes – if only because without me around he’ll never keep a matching set of plates otherwise.
Although I have noticed Orla Quinke is spending rather a lot of time sitting by Ron’s bedside, reading to him while he sleeps and sleeps and sleeps. (She had a crush on him all through Hogwarts, you know, but the silly bugger never noticed!)
I completely understand what Orla sees in him. I’ve still got a soft spot for him. What on earth are you looking at me like that for? I’m talking about the *old * Ron, the one who lived at least thirteen years ago! The one I spent evenings swapping insults with. That’s the only Ron Weasley Orla Quinke knows. And I pray every night that the person who returns to the comatose body in the bed next to mine will be that self-same sweet, generous, cheerful, food-obsessed and completely maddening berk I used to know and…yes, love.
Speaking of love…Robin’s coming to get me in a bit. Before Poppy will allow him to visit, however, I have to drink this gods-damned Skelegro. Pansy’s evil knife completely shattered my Fibula a fel fell against my leg, and I’ve got to grow a new one. Pants, as my son would say.
It’s not all bad, though. The flesh has healed nicely. It will feel like a whole new leg, according to our esteemed Mediwitch. I hate to sound picky, but actually quite a lot of it *is* a whole new leg.
If I’m very good, Poppy will let me go to the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony. I can’t bloody wait! I’ve got a bet on with Severus, you see…there’s a galleon riding on it.
Here’s Poppy with that repulsive medicine, so I’m going to have to stop chattering and drink it nicely so I can spend some quality time with my son. And tell him to keep thinking “…anywhere but Slytherin, anywhere but Slytherin…”.
I keep telling Severus that he should never trust a Gryffindor.
THE END....?
Epilogue
Hogwarts Infirmary, September 2010
In the end, Millicent Bulstrode did me a huge favour. When she gets out of Azkaban I must remember to thank her. They found her later on that terrible day, in a dingy room in Knurn urn Alley, sobbing her heart out, crying “Nathan…Nathan…” over and over. She was admitted to St Mungo’s that very evening, and after being heavily sedated, was able to impart to Arthur, Albus and Auror Tonks exactly what had been goon ion in that horrid little hideyhole. She has a ten year sentence, and Nathan will be joining her for the first six months of that.
I must admit, I sort of feel sorry for Millicent. But I’m far sorrier for Nathan, and even sorrier for poor Ron.
It still feels strange to have him sleeping beside me, even if it is only in the next bed in the infirmary. I hadn\'t missed his snoring, I have to say. We all hope that he will regain consciousness soon.
OK, I’ll tell you this, but you mustn\'t tell anyone else – Severus and I are secretly engaged, which of course is completely illegal, bearing in mind I’m still officially married. That will all be taken care of this afternoon, however. Believe it or not, it is possible to divorce someone, even if they are in a coma, on the grounds that they’d punched your boyfriend’s lights out. Even if it had been a dozen years ago, before you were even married to the person you’re divorcing. Yes, I know. It’s bloody confusing…how do you think I feel?
Oh, and about Lavender. You’ll be pleased to know that, even if I couldn’t get down on my knees and grovel, I did apologise profusely. She showed herself, once again to be the better Witch. I hope that some day I might be able to show someone the same graciousness. Lavender says I have already, but I must say I don’t really know what she’s on about.
Anyway, back to Sev. According to Lavender, he was the one whose effort was famously the last straw that broke the Mn’s n’s Oak. After Ron collapsed – at the same instant that Pansy Parkinson Malfoy died, I’ll have you know – I must have passed out myself.
It was another hour before the Hagrids, Aurors Tonks and Longbottom and, of course, Harry, finally cracked the huge blackboard…having been joined by everyone – Dumbledore, Minerva, Flitwick, Sprout, Ginny, Luna – I am not calling her Loony anymore, OK? And you can hex me a big juicy wart on the end of my nose if I go back on my word – and then by Draco and Lavender. And finally, of course, Severus.
Apparently, one of the Hagrid twins accidentally hurled herself on top of Severus, and the weight of her shocked his system into consciousness. I’m frankly not surprised. In the Muggle world, they call it self-preservation. If it had been Tempus who had fallen on Sev, wI shI shudder to think.
They finally cracked it – I don’t think Albus is ever going to be the same again…or Hagrid for that matter. Poppy was completely overdoing it for days, and Severus busted a gut – literally – making potions to he the the pain of cracked ribs, pulled muscles and sore tendons…although he did have a wee bit of assistance in the Lab. Wish I could have helped.
No one seems to know whether Ron, having been under the influence of a truly horrible curse for over twelve years, and therefore innocent of the assault on Severus, will be allowed to have his wand returned.
Iote ote yes – if only because without me around he’ll never keep a matching set of plates otherwise.
Although I have noticed Orla Quinke is spending rather a lot of time sitting by Ron’s bedside, reading to him while he sleeps and sleeps and sleeps. (She had a crush on him all through Hogwarts, you know, but the silly bugger never noticed!)
I completely understand what Orla sees in him. I’ve still got a soft spot for him. What on earth are you looking at me like that for? I’m talking about the *old * Ron, the one who lived at least thirteen years ago! The one I spent evenings swapping insults with. That’s the only Ron Weasley Orla Quinke knows. And I pray every night that the person who returns to the comatose body in the bed next to mine will be that self-same sweet, generous, cheerful, food-obsessed and completely maddening berk I used to know and…yes, love.
Speaking of love…Robin’s coming to get me in a bit. Before Poppy will allow him to visit, however, I have to drink this gods-damned Skelegro. Pansy’s evil knife completely shattered my Fibula a fel fell against my leg, and I’ve got to grow a new one. Pants, as my son would say.
It’s not all bad, though. The flesh has healed nicely. It will feel like a whole new leg, according to our esteemed Mediwitch. I hate to sound picky, but actually quite a lot of it *is* a whole new leg.
If I’m very good, Poppy will let me go to the Great Hall for the Sorting Ceremony. I can’t bloody wait! I’ve got a bet on with Severus, you see…there’s a galleon riding on it.
Here’s Poppy with that repulsive medicine, so I’m going to have to stop chattering and drink it nicely so I can spend some quality time with my son. And tell him to keep thinking “…anywhere but Slytherin, anywhere but Slytherin…”.
I keep telling Severus that he should never trust a Gryffindor.
THE END....?