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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
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8,441
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
Chapter Six
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Chapter Six
“Upset with me?” came the rich voice of Rommie next to her ear.
Hermione didn’t look over her shoulder, but she did stop reading and taking the notes that she was. “You’re speaking to me now?”
“I was speaking to you before,” he murmured.
“Yes, with all the warmth of a frozen lake,” she muttered, looking at her notes. “We might have a problem.”
“How so?” he asked, now sounding concerned.
“Curiosity had me having Draco bring me over an extensive book about horcruxes.” That was when she looked over her shoulder. “Harry can speak Parseltongue.”
Frowning he asked, “And this has what to do with this problem?”
“Parseltongue is like the color of one’s eyes,” she explained to him. “It is in essence magical genetics. Was James Potter a Parseltongue?”
“No, not that I’m aware of,” he muttered.
“Or was his mother Lilly?”
Absently Rommie shook his head to the negative.
“It could be a recessive gene, but Lilly was a muggle born and nothing I’ve read so far indicates that even the possibility exists of one being able to speak to snakes. That leaves James. But like I said, I’ve never heard either Sirius or Remus speak about James Potter being able to do so. And it is very unlikely that a single carrier of a recessive gene could have a child with the ability to speak Parseltongue.”
“What are you saying?” Rommie asked in what could only be called a demand.
“That night he tried to kill Harry, the night he got the scar…” She looked into Rommie’s eyes and asked, “What if the dark lord inadvertently made another horcrux?”
Frowning he asked, “But where…” Horror filled his face. “You mean you think Harry is a Horcrux?” She didn’t have to nod her head for him to know that’s what she meant. “That is a problem.”
“That’s an understatement if I ever heard it,” she said dryly. “Rommie, if I’m correct, and Merlin knows we are both hoping I’m wrong, Harry is going to have to die.” Tears welled in her eyes as she muttered, “He survived only to become a martyr to the cause?” She shut the book in front of her and got up. Gently nudging him aside she stepped away from the table. “I need a break from this for a time.” She sighed heavily. “It’s moments like this I wish I didn’t need to know the answers to nearly everything.”
He caught her by her shoulders, turning her around he hugged her tightly. Rommie kissed her temple, wishing that he could whisper assurances to her. But what could he whisper to her when they both knew that she just came up with what might be a very important truth? And that truth was devastating. So he simply held her as she sobbed.
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Hermione ran on the treadmill, feeling the last of the sleep leaving her mind. Soon after crying against Rommie’s shoulder with no end in sight she was too exhausted to do much more than sleep. She had curled up and was about to drift off when she felt Rommie joining her there, pulling her tightly into his body.
“We’ll figure a way to save him,” Rommie whispered, rubbing her arm. “But for now rest, love. You work too hard by half.”
She had woken up a half an hour later alone. Wanting to get more exercise, Hermione transfigured a table into a treadmill and changed into workout clothes. It was in the middle of her running that it felt like someone was watching her again. She jumped off to the sides of the moving belt, looking over to see the last person she had expected.
“Neville!” She ran over to him, hugging him tightly.
“Hermione!” He pulled back. “What are you doing here? I thought you were looking for horcruxes.”
She rolled her eyes. “I am, but let me tell you what happened…”
Hermione got them something to eat as she told him what had happen with Ginny taking over her work with the Order thanks in part to her family, who saw it as a chance to have the youngest Weasley to be a part of a new golden trio. It didn’t hurt either that she would be closer to Harry. As a result this they were sure would encourage a relationship between the two to flourish.
“I couldn’t even read for enjoyment without Mrs. Weasley or Ginny yanking the book out of my hands!” she exclaimed, putting the food in from of him as well as a steaming cup of oolong. “Imagine Mrs. Weasley’s shock when she expected me to be reading a book on horcruxes only to find out that it was a first edition copy of the muggle classic ‘Little Women’.”
This had Neville chuckling to himself as he began to eat.
“How did you end up here?” she asked him. “I haven’t seen anyone other than Rommie and one other person since I’ve been here.”
He frowned. “I, uh, I’ve been pissing off the Carrows.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you serious? The Carrows? Neville, they are crazy!”
He rolled his eyes. “I know it. But I couldn’t stand aside and see students whose only crime isn’t being ‘pure’ being tortured.” He sighed. “But that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Hermione, their making us do Unforgivables on each other during detentions.”
She blanched at his words. “But that still doesn’t explain how you got here.”
“That’s just it,” he told her, now picking at his food. “I’m not entirely certain how I ended up here. One second I was being cursed and the next I was in the hallway here. I heard that machine you were running on and I found you!”
As soon as they were finished eating, Neville vanished much, Hermione reasoned, as he had appeared. She could only hope that Neville was safe wherever he was at that moment. Hermione cleaned up and went back to her workout.
Hermione was reading when she heard the wards going off. Quickly she pulled out her wand putting an invisibility charm on herself. It was then that the Carrows came around the corner, wands at the ready, and looking more than willing to hex or curse the next being they saw.
“Why would that Longbottom brat come here?” Alecto demanded of her brother.
He snorted. “As if I know any better than you. Let’s go before a rat, or, Merlin forbid, a muggle comes out of the woodworks and bites one of us.”
Hermione felt her body tense in reaction, but she did and said nothing. Eventually they left, never seeing her or how the rooms were set up for her. Obviously the rooms had been charmed so that anyone not allowed inside of them wouldn’t see them as they were, Hermione reasoned. But they had been there to those rooms and that could mean only one thing. Quickly she packed her books and clothes. It wasn't safe. Staying there wasn’t an option anymore.
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Chapter Six
“Upset with me?” came the rich voice of Rommie next to her ear.
Hermione didn’t look over her shoulder, but she did stop reading and taking the notes that she was. “You’re speaking to me now?”
“I was speaking to you before,” he murmured.
“Yes, with all the warmth of a frozen lake,” she muttered, looking at her notes. “We might have a problem.”
“How so?” he asked, now sounding concerned.
“Curiosity had me having Draco bring me over an extensive book about horcruxes.” That was when she looked over her shoulder. “Harry can speak Parseltongue.”
Frowning he asked, “And this has what to do with this problem?”
“Parseltongue is like the color of one’s eyes,” she explained to him. “It is in essence magical genetics. Was James Potter a Parseltongue?”
“No, not that I’m aware of,” he muttered.
“Or was his mother Lilly?”
Absently Rommie shook his head to the negative.
“It could be a recessive gene, but Lilly was a muggle born and nothing I’ve read so far indicates that even the possibility exists of one being able to speak to snakes. That leaves James. But like I said, I’ve never heard either Sirius or Remus speak about James Potter being able to do so. And it is very unlikely that a single carrier of a recessive gene could have a child with the ability to speak Parseltongue.”
“What are you saying?” Rommie asked in what could only be called a demand.
“That night he tried to kill Harry, the night he got the scar…” She looked into Rommie’s eyes and asked, “What if the dark lord inadvertently made another horcrux?”
Frowning he asked, “But where…” Horror filled his face. “You mean you think Harry is a Horcrux?” She didn’t have to nod her head for him to know that’s what she meant. “That is a problem.”
“That’s an understatement if I ever heard it,” she said dryly. “Rommie, if I’m correct, and Merlin knows we are both hoping I’m wrong, Harry is going to have to die.” Tears welled in her eyes as she muttered, “He survived only to become a martyr to the cause?” She shut the book in front of her and got up. Gently nudging him aside she stepped away from the table. “I need a break from this for a time.” She sighed heavily. “It’s moments like this I wish I didn’t need to know the answers to nearly everything.”
He caught her by her shoulders, turning her around he hugged her tightly. Rommie kissed her temple, wishing that he could whisper assurances to her. But what could he whisper to her when they both knew that she just came up with what might be a very important truth? And that truth was devastating. So he simply held her as she sobbed.
***
Hermione ran on the treadmill, feeling the last of the sleep leaving her mind. Soon after crying against Rommie’s shoulder with no end in sight she was too exhausted to do much more than sleep. She had curled up and was about to drift off when she felt Rommie joining her there, pulling her tightly into his body.
“We’ll figure a way to save him,” Rommie whispered, rubbing her arm. “But for now rest, love. You work too hard by half.”
She had woken up a half an hour later alone. Wanting to get more exercise, Hermione transfigured a table into a treadmill and changed into workout clothes. It was in the middle of her running that it felt like someone was watching her again. She jumped off to the sides of the moving belt, looking over to see the last person she had expected.
“Neville!” She ran over to him, hugging him tightly.
“Hermione!” He pulled back. “What are you doing here? I thought you were looking for horcruxes.”
She rolled her eyes. “I am, but let me tell you what happened…”
Hermione got them something to eat as she told him what had happen with Ginny taking over her work with the Order thanks in part to her family, who saw it as a chance to have the youngest Weasley to be a part of a new golden trio. It didn’t hurt either that she would be closer to Harry. As a result this they were sure would encourage a relationship between the two to flourish.
“I couldn’t even read for enjoyment without Mrs. Weasley or Ginny yanking the book out of my hands!” she exclaimed, putting the food in from of him as well as a steaming cup of oolong. “Imagine Mrs. Weasley’s shock when she expected me to be reading a book on horcruxes only to find out that it was a first edition copy of the muggle classic ‘Little Women’.”
This had Neville chuckling to himself as he began to eat.
“How did you end up here?” she asked him. “I haven’t seen anyone other than Rommie and one other person since I’ve been here.”
He frowned. “I, uh, I’ve been pissing off the Carrows.”
Her eyes widened. “Are you serious? The Carrows? Neville, they are crazy!”
He rolled his eyes. “I know it. But I couldn’t stand aside and see students whose only crime isn’t being ‘pure’ being tortured.” He sighed. “But that’s only the tip of the iceberg. Hermione, their making us do Unforgivables on each other during detentions.”
She blanched at his words. “But that still doesn’t explain how you got here.”
“That’s just it,” he told her, now picking at his food. “I’m not entirely certain how I ended up here. One second I was being cursed and the next I was in the hallway here. I heard that machine you were running on and I found you!”
As soon as they were finished eating, Neville vanished much, Hermione reasoned, as he had appeared. She could only hope that Neville was safe wherever he was at that moment. Hermione cleaned up and went back to her workout.
Hermione was reading when she heard the wards going off. Quickly she pulled out her wand putting an invisibility charm on herself. It was then that the Carrows came around the corner, wands at the ready, and looking more than willing to hex or curse the next being they saw.
“Why would that Longbottom brat come here?” Alecto demanded of her brother.
He snorted. “As if I know any better than you. Let’s go before a rat, or, Merlin forbid, a muggle comes out of the woodworks and bites one of us.”
Hermione felt her body tense in reaction, but she did and said nothing. Eventually they left, never seeing her or how the rooms were set up for her. Obviously the rooms had been charmed so that anyone not allowed inside of them wouldn’t see them as they were, Hermione reasoned. But they had been there to those rooms and that could mean only one thing. Quickly she packed her books and clothes. It wasn't safe. Staying there wasn’t an option anymore.
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