When Everything\'s Made to be Broken
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,398
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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When everything feels like the movies
Hello my lovely reviewers! I have not forgotten about you all, don't worry! Here is another update, and again I apologize that it is short but that's the way I write them (remember, I usually write one shots!)
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And you can’t fight the tears and ain’t coming
It had been a month since the battle at the Department of Mysteries, and Hermione had refused to see anyone. She had recovered from her physical injuries very well, yet her emotional and mental ones she believed have been damaged forever. She rarely left the confines of her room, she only went out to go to the bathroom and to eat and drink. Her floor was littered with dozens of letters delivered by owls, most of them unopened and all never responded to.
There was knock at her door.
“Hermione, can you come downstairs?” asked her mother.
“I don’t feel like it, mum,” she said, curling up in a ball on her bed.
“Please, it’s very important,” pleaded her mother. Hermione heard her mothers’ footsteps get quieter and quieter as she made her way downstairs.
Making a deep sign, Hermione reluctantly went downs stairs, her favorite blanket wrapped around her now slimmer form. She made her way into the sitting room where her parents were, along with a short, plump woman with red hair.
“Mrs. Weasley…” she said before attempting to turn back around and run upstairs.
“Now listen here, Hermione, I’ve gone far out of my way to come here to talk to you. I even took a Muggle thing called a taxi cab to get here!” huffed Mrs. Weasley, quickly making her way next to Hermione to lure her to sit next to her. Hermione unwillingly sat down, avoiding eye contact.
“If it’s not too much to ask, may I speak to your daughter in private?” asked Mrs. Weasley, Hermione’s parents obliging readily with the hope that this woman would bring back their sweet little girl. When she knew that Mr. and Mrs. Granger had left out of earshot, Mrs. Weasley began.
“You loved him, didn’t you?” she asked, Hermione knowing right away who she was referring to, yet she tried to act dumb.
Or the moment the truth in your lies
“I don’t know what or who you’re talking about,” she snapped.
“Now you know exactly to whom and to what I’m referring to! I knew what was going on between you and Sirius,” she stated, Hermione immediately paling. How was she to respond to that?!
“How did you know?” whispered Hermione after a very silent and awkward few minutes.
“I know love when I see it, even if it’s just an innocent glance or brush of the arm,”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Not to my knowledge, and if so they didn’t have the backbone to come here themselves,” Mrs. Weasley simply stated.
When everything feels like the movies
“This just doesn’t feel real. It’s like I’ve been sent to hell for some evil deed that I had never done!” said Hermione, her emotions coming into play.
“This hasn’t done any good for you to lock yourself away from everyone else who loves you,” Mrs. Weasley said, gently rubbing Hermione’s forearm.
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive
“I just want him back!” she cried with such forcefulness causing her whole body shook, her nails digging into her arms to the point where she broke through her skin.
“I know, dear, I know…” was all Mrs. Weasley could say to console her.
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There you go! I've always liked Mrs. Weasley, and I find that her character suited this story very well, don't you think? Very perceptive, as you can tell, but that comes with the territory with all the children of hers, haha.
I should have the next chapter up by early to mid next week ^_^
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And you can’t fight the tears and ain’t coming
It had been a month since the battle at the Department of Mysteries, and Hermione had refused to see anyone. She had recovered from her physical injuries very well, yet her emotional and mental ones she believed have been damaged forever. She rarely left the confines of her room, she only went out to go to the bathroom and to eat and drink. Her floor was littered with dozens of letters delivered by owls, most of them unopened and all never responded to.
There was knock at her door.
“Hermione, can you come downstairs?” asked her mother.
“I don’t feel like it, mum,” she said, curling up in a ball on her bed.
“Please, it’s very important,” pleaded her mother. Hermione heard her mothers’ footsteps get quieter and quieter as she made her way downstairs.
Making a deep sign, Hermione reluctantly went downs stairs, her favorite blanket wrapped around her now slimmer form. She made her way into the sitting room where her parents were, along with a short, plump woman with red hair.
“Mrs. Weasley…” she said before attempting to turn back around and run upstairs.
“Now listen here, Hermione, I’ve gone far out of my way to come here to talk to you. I even took a Muggle thing called a taxi cab to get here!” huffed Mrs. Weasley, quickly making her way next to Hermione to lure her to sit next to her. Hermione unwillingly sat down, avoiding eye contact.
“If it’s not too much to ask, may I speak to your daughter in private?” asked Mrs. Weasley, Hermione’s parents obliging readily with the hope that this woman would bring back their sweet little girl. When she knew that Mr. and Mrs. Granger had left out of earshot, Mrs. Weasley began.
“You loved him, didn’t you?” she asked, Hermione knowing right away who she was referring to, yet she tried to act dumb.
Or the moment the truth in your lies
“I don’t know what or who you’re talking about,” she snapped.
“Now you know exactly to whom and to what I’m referring to! I knew what was going on between you and Sirius,” she stated, Hermione immediately paling. How was she to respond to that?!
“How did you know?” whispered Hermione after a very silent and awkward few minutes.
“I know love when I see it, even if it’s just an innocent glance or brush of the arm,”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Not to my knowledge, and if so they didn’t have the backbone to come here themselves,” Mrs. Weasley simply stated.
When everything feels like the movies
“This just doesn’t feel real. It’s like I’ve been sent to hell for some evil deed that I had never done!” said Hermione, her emotions coming into play.
“This hasn’t done any good for you to lock yourself away from everyone else who loves you,” Mrs. Weasley said, gently rubbing Hermione’s forearm.
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive
“I just want him back!” she cried with such forcefulness causing her whole body shook, her nails digging into her arms to the point where she broke through her skin.
“I know, dear, I know…” was all Mrs. Weasley could say to console her.
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There you go! I've always liked Mrs. Weasley, and I find that her character suited this story very well, don't you think? Very perceptive, as you can tell, but that comes with the territory with all the children of hers, haha.
I should have the next chapter up by early to mid next week ^_^