Chapter 4 : Like Father Like Son
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Hermione started to walk from the library when she heard footsteps coming up from behind her. She didn’t need to turn around to know it was Harry. She felt a somewhat gentle hand on her shoulder, which made her turn around to be face-to-face with Harry. She stared at him with a raised brow.
“W-what do you know about my parents?” Harry asked, with a hint of irritation in his voice.
“I know that you were lonely without them.”
“What do you mean? How would you know?” Harry shot back.
“You know nothing of what your life was like before I went back in time!” Hermione said loudly. “Sad thing is…you were a better person before.”
Harry looked at her with disgust but his eyes darted around as if he was thinking of what to say.
“Well, what do you know, you filth―”
“Filthy mudblood? Yeah, so I hear. Draco seems to have brainwashed you into thinking that. Do us all a favour and don’t follow in his footsteps. Harry…I know you’re a good person. I just wish that you’d realize that popularity isn’t the most important thing. We used to be best friends Harry. I ―”
“We used to, Granger… past tense.” Harry snorted.
Hermione walked up closer to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder. She half expected him to shudder with disgust or pull away but he didn’t move.
“If you ever need a friend…I’m here for you.” Hermione said quietly.
Harry’s typical Slytherin smug look vanished and his eyes were fixed on hers, looking to see if she was being serious. She softly smiled and walked out of the library. She walked down the halls and passed many students who glared at her. She tried to look straight ahead and ignore all the whispers but her ears were picking up every last snicker and whisper.
“Are you trying to win a race here?” Called a voice from behind her.
Hermione whipped around to see Rafe standing there with his arms crossed and wearing a genuine smile.
“What?” Hermione asked, feeling confused.
“A race?” Rafe laughed. “You were walking faster then the speed of light. Where were you going at such high speeds?”
“Oh, that. I was avoiding the constant stares.” Hermione muttered. “Why does everyone keep staring at me? So what! I went back in time!”
Hermione’s loud voice was causing even more people to look at her. Tears were filling up in her eyes, for reasons she didn’t know.
“Um, do you want to go for a walk outside?” Rafe quietly suggested, hoping that she’d quit yelling.
Hermione said nothing, but followed Rafe outside onto the snowy grounds. He took off his robes and placed it over her shoulders to prevent her from shivering more then she already was. She smiled up at him and realized that she really hasn’t had a good look at him since she met him. His dirty blonde hair was exactly like Remus’ when he was a teenager, but only Rafe’s was slightly lighter. He had deep brown eyes that stood out from the rest of his face. She shook her head, as she was flooded with memories of Remus.
“You look lost in thought.” Rafe commented as they swept off a ledge and sat down.
“You look a lot like your father.” Hermione said, in a daze.
“You said that already.” Rafe laughed. “It’s just so weird that you went to school with my dad, and now you’re going to school with me.”
“Try being in my shoes.”
“Um, Hermione…I get the feeling that you aren’t happy to be back?” Rafe said rather quietly.
Hermione looked to the side at him and frowned.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hermione lied. “Of course I’m happy to be back.”
The two of them sat in silence as both of them were at loss for words.
“I saw the way you looked at him.” Rafe blurted out.
“W-what?” Hermione questioned, staring at him.
“And I saw the way he looked at you.”
“What are you talking about Rafe?” Hermione choked out.
“I know you know what I’m talking about. Your face lit up when you saw him. Sadly, his did the same.”
“Who are you talking about?” Hermione asked, playing dumb.
“Uncle Sirius…I’m surprised no one else saw it. What happened?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hermione said, turning from him to hide her red face. “Look, in my time…this time, before you were here, he died okay? So I er, I was just relieved to see him alive is all…nothing happened.”
“You know, I might have believed you. But unfortunately for you, I came across a scrapbook that belonged to my father one day. It contained all his grades, his prefect badge and a certain picture that caught my eye.”
Hermione’s face fell, as she knew exactly what picture he was talking about. It was the same picture that was tucked in her robes at this very second.
“I recognized everyone in the picture except one girl…that is until she suddenly appeared out of thin air yesterday.”
“Look, what do you want from me?” Hermione said, standing up and facing him. “Are you going to blackmail me? Tell everyone that I’m in love with your dad’s best friend 20 years ago. Going to tell everyone that I’d rather be back in that time where I had the best of friends and a boyfriend who really cared, rather then now when my whole life is messed up!”
At this time Hermione’s words were muffled sobs that were becoming louder by the word. Tears were streaming down her face and falling onto Rafe’s cloak. Rafe looked at her with wide eyes.
“Um, H-Hermione…I think you misunderstood me. I don’t want to blackmail you at all.” Rafe said calmly, standing up. “There is no snake crest on my robes, and you’ll never catch me to do anything to hurt a friend. I just wanted you to know that I know, and I’m here for you if you need someone to talk to.”
Rafe turned from her and cast her one last disappointed look before he headed towards the castle. Hermione watched him drag his feet through the castle doors and vanish out of sight. She screamed inwardly and collapsed onto the ground and buried her face in her hands and sobbed uncontrollably.
“I don’t want to be here.” She muttered through her cries.
All the way through supper, the conversation was weak and awkward glances were exchanged between Rafe and Hermione. Ron tried his hardest to find out what was wrong between them, but he kept his silence.
“So, er, are you guys going to come watch my game on Monday?” Ron cut in.
“What game?” Rafe asked, in a daze.
“Exploding Snap Finals…Quidditch you twit! What game do you think?” Ron said sarcastically.
“Quidditch?” Hermione asked, subconsciously scratching her fork on her plate.
“Don’t tell me Quidditch wasn’t around before you went back in time Hermione!” Ron exclaimed, looking fuming.
Hermione realized where this conversation was leading so she decided to just leave. She stood up and turned to Ron one last time.
“No, it wasn’t. I invented it when I went back.”
She turned from the table to leave Ron looking at her with his mouth wide open. He tried to call after her, but she was already gone. Hermione walked down the hall until she collided with a figure. She looked up to see Professor Lupin looking down on her.
“You better watch where you’re going Hermione or you’re going to walk into a wall.” He said with a laugh.
Hermione forced a laugh that didn’t sound natural at all. He frowned at her desperate attempt to chuckle.
“I take it something is the matter?” He asked.
“No, everything is just great. My life has never been better. Thanks for asking.” Hermione snapped back.
“What’s on your mind?” Remus asked calmly.
“Harry being in Slytherin, me having no friends, failing sixth year, my whole life changing in a span of five minutes and…” Hermione stopped before she could finish her sentence.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“You know you shouldn’t have those feelings Hermione.” Remus said quietly.
“You think I don’t know that? Believe me I’m trying.”
“Maybe you should try to not think of him. For starters…” Remus reached up and pointed to her necklace she was wearing. The one Sirius gave to her.
“You want me to take this off?” Hermione asked in shock.
“It might help you forget about him.”
“Yeah, and while I’m at it why don’t you perform a memory charm on me so I forget everything?!” Hermione responded, getting louder by the word.
“You just don’t understand! I can’t just forget everything with a flip of a switch! I hate my life! I wish I never went back!”
Hermione stormed out of the hallway as tears ran down her face. She heard loud footsteps nearing her from behind. A hand on her shoulder turned her around to be face to face with Professor Lupin once again.
“Look, Hermione, there’s something you should read.” Remus said, looking uncomfortable.
Hermione stared at him with a blank expression until he handed over a package of envelopes.
“What are these?” Hermione said quietly.
“Um, well…Sirius kept a journal from the time you left until the time you were supposed to come back in seventh year. He didn’t want you to feel left out so he wrote letters to you so you could read them…when you returned the next year.”
Not one word came to mind to say.
“Before James and Lily went into hiding, Sirius started to write in the journal more and more because he truly believed that he was going to die to protect them. He promised me to give these to you when I eventually met up with you.”
Hermione has never seen Professor Lupin look so uncomfortable before. That includes the time when she witnessed him transform. She shakily took the letters and stared back at him.
“Does he uh, know you still have them?”
“No, I told him I lost him one night when Voldemort was searching for Lily and James. But I honestly believe that you should have them.”
Hermione squeaked out a “thanks” before Professor Lupin turned from her and walked away. She clutched the letters in her hand and wiped away the silent tears. She fingered the necklace he gave her and smiled for the first time since she’s been home, knowing that she’d get to experience her first love all over again in the letters.
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