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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,612
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Lies
Title: Lies
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #78 – Lies. It had to end somewhere.
Word Count: 654 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Companion to Prompt #75 – Shade.
Prompt 78 – Lies
Hermione Granger sat upon the wide windowsill looking down on the narrow alley below. The Hotel “Bernardi-Semenzato” did not afford a grand view of the Venetian canals, but of the adjacent building. It was not the deluxe room, but it was a pleasant room all the same, a single with a large bed, a nice bathroom, and exposed beam ceiling.
Sitting upon the bed was a man Hermione had seen dead years ago, when they were both mere children.
He had finished his explanation, albeit coerced by the wand in Hermione’s hand, resting upon her bare knee just below the hem of her Versace skirt. The explanation had taken all night and most of the morning, but Hermione was satisfied.
Everything she had known since the rebirth of Voldemort had been a lie.
“My parents still think I am dead. I can never return to Britain. For years a glamour hid my face, but yesterday, when you saw me at the Caffé Florian—that was the first time it did not work.”
Dumbledore had set the glamour, given Cedric Diggory instructions, and that, as Hermione thought, was that. Cedric Diggory had only ever caught part of the Killing Curse, making him appear dead, when in fact his body had merely shut down to heal. Laying in a coma for over a year, Cedric was hidden in Bulgaria by none other than his Tri-Wizard comrade, Viktor Krum.
“I lived as a Muggle, worked as a Muggle, only a few times did I risk using magic, and those times had been when I thought someone was getting too close to the truth.”
“So, why did I notice you? Why can you tell me the truth now?”
Cedric shook his head, not knowing the answers. The initial shock and fear had waned, and as Hermione looked upon him sitting on the bed, she saw a man who was just as angry as she was, a man who knew the truth from her point of view.
“I could have fought, I could have helped!”
Hermione had said nothing. It was clear that Dumbledore had counted on Harry believing Cedric dead. In fact, medically Cedric had been dead. Harry had seen the Thestrals the next year. However, Cedric Diggory was very much alive before Hermione Granger.
“The lies… I cannot believe how the lies have perpetuated themselves. I only knew what the media was reporting.”
Hermione’s anger spiked. “But you were told to stay hidden because everyone believed you dead!”
Cedric’s face twisted only for a moment.
“It is not so simple, Granger.”
“Then convince me. Convince me why I should not take you back to Britain, set you face to face with Harry Potter and let him take his anger and betrayal out on you!”
Cedric grimaced. “I am not the cause of this.”
“But you helped to construct the biggest lie of all. Voldemort was not the wizard to be feared, it was Dumbledore! Even yet, Dumbledore’s influence is ruining the lives of people I love!”
Cedric held his head in his hands. “I just want to do right, Granger, and if it means returning home, I will do it. The lies have to end somewhere.”
Hermione said nothing after that remark, and that was where they sat, silently.
Dumbledore had orchestrated a war, using Harry and Cedric as pawns. Cedric had been sacrificed first. And to what end? The extermination of Grindelwald by Voldemort, and Voldemort by Harry Potter, all to bring the Hallows together, all to sacrifice the man who would have surpassed Dumbledore in prowess and power: Severus Snape.
A conspiracy upon a conspiracy, all selfish, all destructive, and all, as far as Hermione Granger was concerned, all of it was about to come to an end with the man sitting on the bed below her.
She was going to blow the world to pieces, if she had to. The lies had to end.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #78 – Lies. It had to end somewhere.
Word Count: 654 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Companion to Prompt #75 – Shade.
Prompt 78 – Lies
Hermione Granger sat upon the wide windowsill looking down on the narrow alley below. The Hotel “Bernardi-Semenzato” did not afford a grand view of the Venetian canals, but of the adjacent building. It was not the deluxe room, but it was a pleasant room all the same, a single with a large bed, a nice bathroom, and exposed beam ceiling.
Sitting upon the bed was a man Hermione had seen dead years ago, when they were both mere children.
He had finished his explanation, albeit coerced by the wand in Hermione’s hand, resting upon her bare knee just below the hem of her Versace skirt. The explanation had taken all night and most of the morning, but Hermione was satisfied.
Everything she had known since the rebirth of Voldemort had been a lie.
“My parents still think I am dead. I can never return to Britain. For years a glamour hid my face, but yesterday, when you saw me at the Caffé Florian—that was the first time it did not work.”
Dumbledore had set the glamour, given Cedric Diggory instructions, and that, as Hermione thought, was that. Cedric Diggory had only ever caught part of the Killing Curse, making him appear dead, when in fact his body had merely shut down to heal. Laying in a coma for over a year, Cedric was hidden in Bulgaria by none other than his Tri-Wizard comrade, Viktor Krum.
“I lived as a Muggle, worked as a Muggle, only a few times did I risk using magic, and those times had been when I thought someone was getting too close to the truth.”
“So, why did I notice you? Why can you tell me the truth now?”
Cedric shook his head, not knowing the answers. The initial shock and fear had waned, and as Hermione looked upon him sitting on the bed, she saw a man who was just as angry as she was, a man who knew the truth from her point of view.
“I could have fought, I could have helped!”
Hermione had said nothing. It was clear that Dumbledore had counted on Harry believing Cedric dead. In fact, medically Cedric had been dead. Harry had seen the Thestrals the next year. However, Cedric Diggory was very much alive before Hermione Granger.
“The lies… I cannot believe how the lies have perpetuated themselves. I only knew what the media was reporting.”
Hermione’s anger spiked. “But you were told to stay hidden because everyone believed you dead!”
Cedric’s face twisted only for a moment.
“It is not so simple, Granger.”
“Then convince me. Convince me why I should not take you back to Britain, set you face to face with Harry Potter and let him take his anger and betrayal out on you!”
Cedric grimaced. “I am not the cause of this.”
“But you helped to construct the biggest lie of all. Voldemort was not the wizard to be feared, it was Dumbledore! Even yet, Dumbledore’s influence is ruining the lives of people I love!”
Cedric held his head in his hands. “I just want to do right, Granger, and if it means returning home, I will do it. The lies have to end somewhere.”
Hermione said nothing after that remark, and that was where they sat, silently.
Dumbledore had orchestrated a war, using Harry and Cedric as pawns. Cedric had been sacrificed first. And to what end? The extermination of Grindelwald by Voldemort, and Voldemort by Harry Potter, all to bring the Hallows together, all to sacrifice the man who would have surpassed Dumbledore in prowess and power: Severus Snape.
A conspiracy upon a conspiracy, all selfish, all destructive, and all, as far as Hermione Granger was concerned, all of it was about to come to an end with the man sitting on the bed below her.
She was going to blow the world to pieces, if she had to. The lies had to end.