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Chapter 13 : Cry Of The Wolf
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Chapter 13: Cry Of The Wolf
Draco didn’t question Hermione about the letter any further. He could see that she was quite disturbed by the fact that it said “Emergency” on the seal. They stayed with each other all night, not leaving each other’s arms, but talking about the situation they were now in.
“Should I tell my friends?” Hermione pondered.
“Friends? Not Ginny I hope!” Draco spat.
“No, probably just Harry, and maybe Luna, but no one else.”
“I suppose if you can trust Potter, so can I,” he said, rather reluctantly.
“If I’m with you, Draco, I have to sort things out with my friends. Make them understand how much I want this to happen,” she looked into his warm, icy stare. “You do want this to happen, don’t you?”
Draco flinched at the question, then pulled her into a comforting hug and whispered gently into her ear. “I’ve wanted this to happen more than anything else. I’ve liked you for ages and I’ll be beside you one hundred percent of the way,” he explained.
She smiled, then kissed him tenderly; muttered a muffled thank you, then closed her eyes. Draco lay awake, thinking about everything that had happened, and now this; being with Hermione had raised his spirits slightly, but one thing was still on his mind and it was troubling him.
All those weeks past and he had never once took it into account for what Snape wanted him to do. The letter which had been written to Draco; from Snape, haunted him of his task which lay before him.
He shuddered, hoping to not wake Hermione stir; she didn’t, but tightened her grip around his chest. He placed a steady hand on hers.
Snape wants me to do this, but I’m not willing to, because I’m shit scared of him and I’ll be betraying all my friends and my one true love, he thought.
So, I have two choices. One: Lose everyone I love, even though I hate the word or… Two: I will be tortured beyond my wildest dreams, then end up in a sticky situation where I will no longer be able to open my eyes.
“I’d rather die than betray my friends,” he mumbled. “I am not being the fool who charms the snake and then gets his head bitten off!”
A couple of days later, and it seemed that the Hogsmeade trip would be cancelled as of the heavy amount of rainfall.
But Hermione insisted that she and Draco go down to the village and shop for the Valentines Masquerade Ball tomorrow.
She left Harry in charge, who had decided to help with the Ball; to Draco’s anger, but he agreed eventually.
Snape watched from a high view, in the North Tower. He witnessed Draco taking Hermione’s hand and her kissing his rather rosy cheek. They were together, but Snape knew that Draco had made the wrong decision and it would have to be dealt with. He stepped away from the translucent window.
Draco and Hermione walked through the gates leading up to the castle and stepped into Hogsmeade. Cuddled up under an umbrella, they went in search of the shop in the deserted, water-littered street.
“Hermione…” Draco spoke up.
“Hmm,” her eyes looked at the signs outside the shops, and looked through the windows. The shops seemed closed because of the lack of customers.
“When are you going to tell me what the letter said?” He asked.
She stopped suddenly; breathed in quickly, then said: “I haven’t even opened it yet. I don’t want to. I dread the news which is sealed behind the parchment.”
“You’ll have to some time. At least it’s not a Howler!”
“I guess you’re right, I will when we go back up… look, there’s the shop!” She pointed to a secluded, rather small shop set back away from the winding path.
The sign above the window read:
Draco muttered a small giggle, Hermione slapped him to be quiet but she couldn’t stifle a small laugh. “Wow!” Draco spluttered. “Longest shop name I’ve ever seen.”
Hermione giggled louder, grabbed his hand and they both stepped into the shop. And the image of which they had of the shop outside, magically changed before their eyes.
There were many aisles to choose from, each pointing out which celebration festivities it supplied. Birthdays, Weddings, Halloween, Christmas etcetera, they were all there. They went in search for the Valentines aisle, which they found quite quickly because of the cherubs which flew about the place.
They stepped into the aisle; but was met by, not just the pink streamers and heart-shaped balloons, but laughing. Sitting on the bottom step of a step-ladder was a woman, with a red t-shirt, black-flare jeans and vivid pink bubblegum hair.
“Tonks?” Hermione called out, slightly confused.
“Yeah, yeah, one minute. This mushy stuff is to die for. Ha!” She replied but carried on with reading the “hilarious” card with high-pitched laughter.
“Nymphadora Tonks, it’s me. Hermione!” She cried out loud.
Tonks dropped the card, and gradually looked up to see Hermione, happiness blooming from her pale face. “Wotcher ‘Mione!” She ran over and hugged the girl.
“Right back at ya,” she rubbed her side where Tonks had caught her. “What are you doing her? What about the Auror office?”
“Oh, this is a Saturday job. It is Saturday, right? This is just for extra money,” she explained. Her eyes, a very ghostly blue, looked hopefully at Hermione, then she turned her attention on Draco.
“Who might you be then?” She asked, rather sternly.
“I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy…” He extended his hand, then realised he shouldn’t have had.
Tonks choked on the air. “You’re not serious?! You should be in Azkaban!” She drew her wand.
“No, Tonks!” Hermione stepped in between them. “He’s not like that. He’s with me because I’m Head Girl up at Hogwarts and he’s…”
“He’s not Head Boy, is he?” She interrupted, not keeping her eyes or her wand off the now very hard-to-keep-cool Draco.
“Yes, but it’s OK. He’s well under control. I said if he’s good today, he might receive a treat!”
Draco’s eyes pierced her skin, but the expression they showed wasn’t confusement, but eagerness. “Oh yeah, what might that be?” Tonks now rounded on Hermione, but her wand stayed on Draco.
“Hmm,” Hermione had to think on her feet; not one of her best ways of getting out of situations, but it still worked. “I dunno… something to do with chocolate, maybe,” she shrugged her shoulders.
Draco’s eyes widened at the thought of being treated by Hermione, but then realised he was under surveillance so tried to remain his steady composure.
“Fine,” Tonks lowered her wand. “if you can trust him, then so can I. But if he tries to kill me, and then a Death Eater crony does it for him, give him what he deserves Hermione!”
Draco gulped and shuffled nervously. “So,” Tonks began in her cheerful self. “What can I do for you, Hermione?”
“Tomorrow, up at the school, there’s going to be a Valentines Masquerade Ball. We need decorations, and masks obviously,” Hermione explained.
“No problem! Would you like the Ultimate-Gate-Crashing-Exploding-Party-pack, or the Mega-Whopping-Party-Of-A-Life-Time-Part-pack?”
Hermione laughed, and they sat and talked about the different party packs there were for Valentines Day. Hermione and Draco eventually settled on the Mega-Whopping-Party-Of-A-Life-Time-Part-pack. The deal being it was free; as Tonks knew Hermione and whom threw in the masks for only thirty galleons.
“Hey! Do you want to go to The Three Broomsticks for a quick top up? I’m buying!” Tonks asked excitedly.
“Are you sure? Hermione questioned.
“Yeah. No one will notice I’m gone.” They looked over at an old woman with white curly hair, who’s glasses were lopsided on her nose and who was snoozing in her chair behind the counter.
Tonks and Hermione ran out of the shop; laden with bags full of party stuff, and emotionally full of laughter. Draco followed them, shaking his head with utter shock; his face very disapproving.
The old woman stirred from her slumber when the bell above the shop door clanged when all had left.
“Three Butterbeers?” Madam Rosmerta called, when she neared their table.
“Thanks, Rosmerta,” Tonks answered. Draco and Hermione smiled at the bar-lady, then took their drinks. “So,” Tonks began. “How’s school life?” She asked Hermione.
Hermione choked on her drink. “Don’t you know what’s happened? Don’t you know anything?”
“Oh, I know all about that, I mean I am an Auror, of course I would know! What I mean was, how’s your subjects, Quidditch etcetera?”
I have seen peace. I have seen pain,
Resting on the shoulders of your name.
Do you see the truth through all their lies?
Do you see the world through troubled eyes?
Hermione cast a nervous glance at Draco, who indicated for her to explain as he couldn’t talk because of trying to breath through more Butterbeer one could not swallow. “Erm, I haven’t been attending my classes. Neither has Draco,” she explained.
“Without the Professors, classes would’ve been cancelled until thy returned,” Draco stepped in.
“So Draco and I,” Hermione continued. “Decided to take the classes, as stand-ins.”
Tonks choked on her drink. She coughed, spraying Draco with the frothy liquid which made him scowl with disgust. “Say what again?” She said.
“We’re teachers. So are Harry, Ron and Ginny.”
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
“You’re not serious?!” Tonks was beyond believing in Hermione’s words. She was confused and her puzzled expression was hard to not laugh at.
“Yes, I’m teaching Charms.”
“I see. And you?” She turned to Draco who was wringing out his robes from the spray attack of Butterbeer.
“Potions,” he answered.
“Ah, just like your godfather, hey? No good snot-faced coward!” She took a swig from her bottle, not realising the stir-up she had just caused.
“You never told me he was your godfather!” Hermione spat at him.
I have seen birth. I have seen death.
Lived to see a lover's final breath.
Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright?
Is the fire of hesitation burning bright?
Draco’s scowl burrowed deeper into his skin, but his skin had the lightest touch of pink mixed in with the white. “Well, it kinda slipped my mind. I mean, wouldn’t you want to forget about someone who is kinda related to you, killed the only person the Dark Lord ever feared?” He explained.
It was Hermione’s turn to gulp. “Well,” Tonks started. “If you two are in charge, I’ll guess that you’ve heard the news?”
“News? What news?” Hermione’s eyes were filled with worry as she pleaded with Tonks to continue.
“About Remus, escaping St. Mungo’s. He’s a werewolf, right? But he changed in front of Healer’s to a normal wolf. Just like that!” She clicked her fingers. “He ran away from the Hospital and no one has seen him since.”
And if you want to talk about it once again,
On you I depend. I'll cry on your shoulder.
You're a friend.
Hermione moved to sit next to Tonks, who was trying to stifle her sobs, but the tears fell from her now silver-grey eyes. “It’ll be all right, they’ll find him. But I must say, I can’t explain as to why he changed, he’s not an Animagus, is he?” Hermione wondered aloud.
“He might be, but he’s never told me. He could be unregistered just like Sirius and James were,” Tonks explained.
Suddenly, the door to the pub opened and Hermione saw a crowd of people leave. She noticed that the crowd were standing just outside; not moving, but looking at the floor. Something was happening. Hermione was followed by Draco and Tonks and they stepped outside into the pouring rain and gasped at the sight that met their eyes.
Lying in a large puddle; panting away, was a matted, grey-furred wolf. It’s eyes stood out the most; silver against the cold, but the large pupils made it look weary and vulnerable.
“Remus!” Tonks cried out. She fell beside the wolf and took one of his paws. He moved his head so that he could see her properly. The wolf growled deeply, and with a single breath, he had transformed back into his shabby-robed self.
Lupin gasped for air, his face was as pale and scarred and just worn out. He looked thin and his eyes had no life in them what so ever. “Nym…” he croaked. “… Must… talk… to… Hermione!”
Hermione’s eyes widened, but she made her way forward; Draco stood behind her as she knelt beside the man. “I’m here, sir,” she said. “How’re the others?”
“Fine… no… time… to explain. I… know… why… he… has… returned,” he coughed and spluttered.
“Snape?!” Draco cut in.
“Yes! He’s here… to finish… what he… had… started, all those… years… ago. He will… succeed… if we… don’t stop him. He must… be killed!”
“What’s he going to do? How do you know all this?” Hermione pushed on, now holding on to his other hand.
“To finish… what… he… had already started… but did not… succeed in… doing.”
“How do you know this?”
“Read… what you know… so well… Hermione…” He gasped for much needed air, gripping harder to Hermione and Tonks’s grips.
“Oh, Remus! Why did you leave?” Tonks asked, tears falling on to his cheek, which mixed in with his and the rain. They sparkled in the faint light of noon.
You and I have lived through many things.
I'll hold on to your heart.
I wouldn't cry for anything,
But don't go tearing your life apart.
“I had… to let… Hermione know. I knew that she… was in charge… I know… she can work… things out,” he closed his eyes for a brief moment.
“You shouldn’t be here! You shouldn’t have come!” Tonks said. “You should be sent back!”
“There’s no point… it’s over. My life… is over. Snape has… defeated me. He has… defeated… the Marauders at last!”
I have seen fear. I have seen faith.
Seen the look of anger on your face.
“Don’t say things like that!” Tonks yelled. Hermione began to cry. She gripped Draco’s hand, who seemed to be shocked with horror beyond his dreams. He was shaking with the cold and the curiosity to what his godfather could be up to.
“Nym…” Lupin spoke up. “I love you… forever and… always.”
Tonks sniffed. “Don’t go, I need you! I love you too!”
And if you want to talk about what will be,
Come and sit with me, and cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
Her tears filled up the street as they rode upon the cold air of Hogsmeade as Lupin gasped one last breath and closed his eyes.
“No!” Tonks gasped. Her head fell on to his chest and she cried out for his love and his return. Hermione cuddled up to Draco, who seemed to be shaken up. A single tear fell from his eye. Hermione choked on her sobs and she laid into Draco’s chest.
Lupin’s wolf form appeared before them in a ghostly form. They shuddered in it’s presence. It howled wildly and the power coursed through their skin and into their souls. Then the wolf vanished.
And if you want to talk about it anymore,
Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,
Once again. And cry on my shoulder,
I'm a friend.
But the crying could still be heard from loved ones. Even from Draco.
Song: By James Blunt; it‘s called Cry. I listened to this and it actually was quite upsetting and especially as it’s in the chapter I thought, “Why not a tear jerker?” Hope no one is upset!
A/N: Noooo! I hear you all say, well who’s fault is it? That’s right, Snape, don’t worry I don’t let people get away that easily. Note: I know Draco is kind related to Tonks, but they’ve never come face to face, so it’s only technical that she asked who he is, right? Please review!
Extra A/N: "Magical Imageries" is made up by me and therefore is the property of me (and my mind) only! :)
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