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Chapter 18 : Thank you, and Demonstrations
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“Ms. Grant, and Mr. Knott, would you car to demonstrate?” Professor Hunter said, and Hermione looked up at her. Shocked, but she dropped her quill and stood up. Lily grinned at her and she noticed out of the corner of her eye Sirius’ grip tighten around his wand, as had James’. Remus’ eye gave her a warning she nodded to him.
“Sure professor.” She said happily, smiling as she reached into her pocket for her wand.
“Alright, both of you here.” He said pointing to a spot on the floor. Knott looked down at her, giving her body a searching look, he smirk and wiggled his eyebrows. She gave him a disgusted look. “Alright now, four steps back, good. Now wands at the ready. One, two, three.”
Before Knott could even finish saying the incantation a blue jet of light shot out of Hermione’s wand hitting him square in the chest. Knott flew backwards and down to the ground. Students around sniggered, when he fell on his arse.
“Rictosemptra!” He shouted, and Hermione sidestepped and just managed to dodge the spell. She flicked her wand at him and he suddenly fell back against the floor, the wood bending, it seemed like it was growing over his wrists and ankles, holding him down.
“Accio wand.” She said, and waved her wand, reaching out to grab his wand as it flew toward her. The professor stared at her, as did many of the students. Knott lay on the floor struggling against the wood, swearing quietly. Hermione walked over to him and looked up at the Professor. “Sir? Can I let him up now?” She asked quietly. Some of the students had broke out into whispers, she heard someone ask Lily if she even uttered a word when casting the spells.
“Uh, Yes. That was very good Ms. Grant, where did you ever learn to dodge spells like that? And those spells you used, you barely spoke above a whisper, and such complex spells. Very hard for someone your age to be able to cast. 40 points to Gryffindor for that wonderful display.” He said, clapping. Hermione waved her wand, allowing Knott to grumble and get to his feet quickly and wrench his wand from her.
“I taught myself sir.” She said quietly, blushing and looking down. He nodded and motioned for her to take her seat. She did quietly and glanced over at Remus who was watching her. He smiled faintly before she turned away, Lily gently touching her arm to get her attention.
The class went on smoothly form there, and Hermione stood up as the bell rang. She was about to join Remus was the professor called her over. “Ms. Grant, I’d like to talk to you for a moment.” She looked behind to see Peter, Sirius, James, Remus and Lily standing there waiting for her. She gave them a sympathetic look, and Remus nodded to her. “She’ll be with you five in a few minutes, go on ahead, she’ll catch up.” He said smiling at them all. Hermione turned back to him and smiled, he motioned for her to come to his desk. “Please sit. This will only take a few moments.” He said motioning to the chair in front of his desk.
Hermione sat down. “Sir, my I ask why you wanted to talk to me?” She said quietly and looked up at him from under her curly bangs.
He seemed to relax a little, and took off his glasses. For the first time Hermione noticed how young he looked, his black hair was tied back into a low ponytail, with tendrils falling around his face. He had a smooth face, no wrinkles; he couldn’t have been more than thirty years old. It was just the glasses that made him seem a lot older than he really was. He cleared his throat and began to speak. “Ms. Grant, those spells.” He began and Hermione inwardly cursed herself. She knew this was coming. “They are very complicated magic. Very complicated. I myself cannot even fully master them, and I’ve been trying for years. And you… you spoke barely above a whisper. Hardly uttered a word. I don’t know where exactly you came from but I can tell you this. Be cautious.” He spoke quietly now. Looking past her to the doorway, making sure no one was near before he continued. “I want you to be careful. You’re very powerful, and with the display today, Merlin’s beard, you could very well be more powerful than I believe you to be. I’m just giving you a word of caution, we’re entering dark times, there is a rise for power, and there is no doubt in my mind what will happen if you fall into the wrong hands.” He said, frowning now.
Hermione stared at him, she couldn’t believe it, and he was warning her. Was he even in the Order? If he was Dumbledore failed to mention it, although Dumbledore hadn’t told her much anyway, so she really couldn’t be sure. The night she had been sworn into the order was the same night she gave up all those memories. She blinked once, remembering how the Prewitt brother’s had shown up, acting as witnesses, and she had been sworn in, and told Dumbledore when he finished that she just wanted to go to bed. He had told her one thing though, before she stumbled from his office. What was it though? “And what side professor is exactly the wrong side?” She asked coolly, trying to figure out who’s side he was on.
He stared at her shocked for a moment, and spoke quietly. “I’m muggle born, if that means anything Hermione.” He stood up and Hermione saw a glint of gold hanging from his wrist, a small phoenix charm hanging from it. That was it! Dumbledore had mentioned that the teachers that were in the Order all had some sort of phoenix pendent, or jewelry, it acted as a portkey for the when the order meetings took place. So he was in the order. She smiled up at him, nodding to his bracelet. He placed a finger to his lips. “That is all Ms. Grant. You may go now. Don’t forgot to do your assignment.” He said, and she turned to see another professor standing in the doorway, a questioning look on his face.
“Yes sir. Thank you sir. See you in class on Monday.” She said grabbing her bag and quickly leaving the room and darting down the hallway to find the gang sitting on the windowsills waiting for her. She smiled at them and Remus moved towards her, she took his hand and they all made their way down to the Head Common Room. Lily said the password and they all stepped inside. Except for Sirius, who glanced at his watch.
“Sorry guys, I’ve got to meet someone. See you.” He said winking at them, and quickly turned and ran down the hallway. James stared after him, gaping.
“Where does he think he’s bloody going?” James said and was about to run after Sirius when Peter spoke up quietly.
“He’s meeting a girl.” He said setting his books down on the table. James turned to stare at Peter now. “Don’t look at me like that, he didn’t want anyone to know.” Peter said turning red.
“Bloody Hell.” James muttered, grabbing his bag and slumping in a plushy chair, pouting.
“Ah, Potter don’t get your knickers in a bunch just because Black is he’s cheating on you.” Lily said, sitting down near the window, taking out her parchment and quills.
James crossed his arms and glared at the floor. “Don’t burn a hole in the rug Prongs.” Remus said sitting down on the couch next to Hermione.
“Two days.” James said bluntly. Peter looked up at him smiling.
“I’d say a week.” Peter said, staring at James. Remus sighed and shook his head. Hermione looked back and forth between the two boys. “How much? Same as usual, 5 galleons?”
“What?” Hermione said, confused. James looked up at her as he nodded to Peter.
“They’re betting how long Black can keep his new girl.” Lily said dully from across the room. “The longest he’s lasted with a girl is a few months. He’s just a player.” Hermione was going to say something, but thought better of it. She knew the real reason he was always going from girl to girl. He wanted to find the right girl, and when he found one girl, he felt suffocated around her and would end up dumping her, and move onto the next one. He didn’t want to be alone, that she knew.
“Moony, what do you think? Your always the closest.” Peter said and Remus shook his head.
“Truthfully, I don’t think he’s got a girl.” Remus said and James and Peter stared at him. “I’m serious. If he had a girl, he would have her here with us, or he would be talking about her constantly, complaining and what not. Or he would be up in the Astronomy Tower smoking Gilly Weed.” James looked up at him thoughtfully and nodded. “He’s probably pestering Snape or McGonagall.” Remus said shrugging.
“You guys smoke Gilly Weed.” Hermione said, staring at them, James shrugged again and Peter looked away.
“Those two started it.” Remus said like a small child pointing at James, blushing as Hermione gave him a calculating look. She shook her head and turned her attention to the book in her lap.
They were all quiet for a while, silently doing their homework, when Remus stretched next to her. She looked up at him and snuggled closer. He looked down at her and kissed her forehead. “I’m cold, gimme a hug.” She said and he chuckled and wrapped his arm around her gently pushing closer to her. He relaxed and leaned back against the couch, he inhaled and could smell her shampoo, vanilla.
He closed his eyes and then suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of his forehead. He cried out and sat forward suddenly, Hermione moved away from him in surprise as he clutched his face in his hands, his fingers digging into his hair.
James leapt up, as did Lily and Peter. He quickly held out his hand, keeping his eyes on Remus. “Hermione, come here.” He said cautiously. Remus’ head lifted in his direction, running his hands through his hair his eyes opened for a moment, and James’ eye widened. “Hermione. Move.” He said through gritted teeth, she reached out and took his hands and James pulled her close, his hands quickly going up to each side of her head, clapping over her ears.
Just as James’ hands flew over Hermione’s ears a low growl ripped from Remus’ throat. “Peter! Do something.” Peter stared, his body rigid. Lily in the same position, frozen solid in fear. “Peter!” James said, and Peter jumped, quickly moving over to Remus who was gasping for breath, and still clutching his hair. Hermione struggled against James, trying to see Remus, James held her tightly, “No.” He mouthed.
“Moony?” Peter said, gently placing a hand on Remus’ shoulder. “Remus, come on…” He stuttered.
“Lils!” James said, giving her a nod. “Help him. Calm him down.” Lily nodded frantically, moving next to Peter.
“Remus, it’s ok. Control it. Your in control, not the wolf. You have control.” His breathing slowed as Lily placed her hands on his, gently taking them away from his hair, and looking him in the eye. A low growl ripped from his throat again, the golden orbs staring back at Lily. He shook his head violently, closing his eyes and his hands shook in hers. He opened his eyes, Lily sighed and let go of him when she saw Remus staring back at her. “Thank Merlin,” She whispered, pulling away from Remus and slumping to the ground. James let go of Hermione, sighing.
“I’m sorry. It’s just Remus sometimes gets… These-” he started but Remus interrupted him.
“No James.” He said, staring down at the floor. He looked up at her and spoke again, very quietly. “Hermione, we need to talk.”
Hermione walked down the hallway as she made her way back to the Common Room to meet the others so they could go down to lunch and then they would go to the Quidditch Game. She turned a corner, and found herself in a dark hallway. She frowned, wondering why the torches weren’t lit.
She pushed the thought out of her mind as she continued to walk down the hallway. At least she could partially see, with the light from the windows farther down. She heard a noise and whirled around, her hand flying to her pocket to grab her wand. She wasn’t fast enough, as she had spun around someone had grabbed her from behind and clamped their hand over her mouth. His other hand went to her wrist, he squeezed it and she gave out a whimper and dropped her wand.
His hand then moved around her waist, holding her tightly against him. “Hello Grant.” He whispered coldly in her ear. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on his hand. He cried out and let go of her. “Bitch!” He yelled, and reached for her before she could pick up her wand, he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her roughly against the wall, grabbing her by the throat.
“What do you want Knott?” She snapped, her fingers trying to get his hand off her throat.
“You know what I want.” He said, leaning dangerously close to her, his lips almost touching her ear. “No one.” He said dangerously low, “No one makes a fool of me like that. No one.” His free hand moved to grab her hands and lifted them over her head. She kicked at him, but he managed to press his hips against her and pin her to the wall.
“Let go of me!” She snarled, struggling against him.
“Shut up. Your going to get exactly what you deserve.” He said. He let go of her throat and moved his hand down to her belly, un-tucking her shirt and she felt something cool run against her stomach. It wasn’t his hand. She now was too frightened to do anything, her mind trying to focus on getting her wand. She felt the smooth side of the knife gently run across her skin.
She closed her eyes tightly, and took a chance, hearing voices farther down the hall and screamed. This surprised him and the knife nicked her stomach as he fumbled to clamp her mouth shut. “No!” She shrieked and then all of a sudden she heard voices and the knife was at her throat and her mind was screaming, and with one thought he flew backwards and hit the opposite wall. She slide down the wall as some students ran up to them. Tears in her eyes as she held her stomach, the blood seeping through her shirt.
“Quick! Run and get a professor! Hermione are you alright?” She looked up to see Frank Longbottom, Kinsley was standing over Knott, across from her, and she looked down the hall to see Alice running away to get a teacher.
Frank kneeled down to inspect her, his hands reached for hers, trying to inspect her wound. She shook her head, not budging her hands. “My wand, can you get my wand…” She said quietly, Frank looked around and grabbed it handing it to her. She lifted up her shirt slightly, and whispered a spell and the cut began to sew itself up.
“What happened here?” Professor McGonagall said as she jogged to them, her face flushed, Alice in her wake. Frank helped Hermione up and she leaned against the wall. “Goodness me, Ms. Grant your bleeding!”
“It was Knott.” Kingsley said, motioning to Knott who lay unconscious on the floor. “We heard her scream, it was dark, when we came running he had her against the wall, a knife to her throat, then all of a sudden…”Kingsley said, pausing to look up at Hermione. McGonagall stared at him, Hermione gave him a pleading look, “I grabbed him, and threw him off her, and he hit the wall. I didn’t mean to be so rough, I was just too worried about what her would do…” Kingsley said looking down at Knott again.
McGonagall nodded, looking at Hermione. “Thank you Mr. Kingsley. Forty points to Gryffindor for saving Ms. Grant. Ms. Grant, can you tell me why Mr. Knott attacked you.”
Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath, “He just said it was pay back for making him look like a fool in Defense Against the Dark Arts on Friday. I beat him in a duel.” She said quietly.
“You didn’t just beat him in a duel Hermione!” Frank said incredulously. “You had him on his arse before he could even utter a word.”
McGonagall scowled at him. “Language Mr. Longbottom. Mr. Kingsley I’d like you to accompany me to the Head Master’s office with Mr. Knott.” She said and turned to Alice. “I would like you and Mr. Longbottom to see that Ms. Grant gets to the hospital wing.” Alice nodded and McGonagall motioned Kingsley to follow her, Knott levitating in front of him.
“Your shaking,” Alice said and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly. Hermione made sure not get blood on Alice, so she didn’t wrap her arms around her. “C’mon we should get you to Madam Pomfrey.” Hermione shook her head.
“I healed the cut myself. It wasn’t deep at all, and I have something for the marks on my neck back in the dorm. I don’t want to spend anymore time in the hospital wing.” She said quietly.
“But McGonagall said-” Alice started but Frank interrupted her, picking up Hermione’s bag.
“Alice, I think the girl has spent enough time in the hospital wing for the whole year, with Remus being there, then herself. I think she’s good. Besides, I watched her heal herself, she did a right good job. She’ll be fine.” He said, leading the two of them in the direction of the hospital wing. “Besides, I’m sure the only person she wants to see Remus, right?” He said and she nodded, Alice sighed in defeat, but wrapped her arm around Hermione’s shoulder.
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed, her sheets tangled and twisted around her sweaty body. She moaned and arched her back as her nightmare continued.
Bodies everywhere, blood, lights flashing, the dark skies, screams. Left and right spells flew, her hair whipping her in the face, getting in her eyes, the rain now falling. It felt as though it burnt her skin as it hit her, each droplet felt like a knife cutting deep into her body. Her eyes searching among the dead, jets of light shooting up from where other’s found survivors, she too was looking, but only for one person.
She stumbled over something solid, not wanting to think on what it was, or who it was. Her eyes still scanned the solid masses on the ground, the good, the bad, the innocent. She only had her thoughts one man. She looked around, she had seen him fall somewhere around here. Please let him be alive. She thought as she stumbled across the battlefield. She saw his figure, she didn’t know how she knew it was him, and she just felt it in the pit of her stomach. She stumbled towards his body, tears mingling with the rain streaming down her face. She fell next to him, turning him over, his eyes were opened, and she let out a cry seeing the blood on his lips. His eyes weren’t their normal gray-blue or the golden color that they sometimes became when the wolf held strong emotions. They were silver. Silver. She felt the bile rise in the back of her throat as she noticed the silver tears, the silver streak that ran from his nose, the silver on his lips. Not blood. But silver. She realized he felt heavier and she clung to his shirt crying hysterically. She cried out no, over and over again, as she brought his head into her lap, cradling him. He was dead. He had been dead this whole time. She ripped open his shirt, looking for the source the silver had entered his body. She found a puncture wound on his chest, the flesh around the wound burned. She noticed all the veins were noticeable and his skin had a white glow to it. She started to tremble and that’s when she noticed the chain around his neck, holding the antidote.
She woke up with a scream, hot tears streaming down her face, she was glad she had used a silencing spell on her bed’s curtains. She wiped them back, trying to be quiet as she stumbled, crying hysterically from the dorm room. She raced up the boy’s staircase, and to his room. She wrenched open the door and quickly opened his curtains, her cries causing the other boys to begin to awake from their peaceful slumber. She pulled back the hangings and fell to her knees crying when she saw him rubbing his eyes from being woken up.
He quickly had her in his arms when he realized she was hysterical. “Hermione, what’s gotten into you.” He said, gently rocking her back and forth, the other boys had closed their hangings now, all except Sirius who stood not to far away watching with a concerned eye.
“Nightmare. You. Silver. Dead.” Was all she managed to hiccup out as she sobbed into his shirt. He froze and looked up to meet Sirius’ eyes. Sirius noded and moved back to his own bed as Remus closed his curtains and muttered a silencing spell.
“It’s ok, it was just a dream.” He whispered, kissing the top of her head as he patted her hair down.
“I know, it just seemed so real.” She whispered quietly, she pulled away, her tears left a dark patch on his shirt. “I’m sorry.” She said sniffing.
Remus shrugged, “It’s alright, do you want to stay here?” He said quietly, she nodded and he lifted the covers for her allowing her to curl up next to him, her head on his chest. After a few moments of them lying there she sat up, her finger’s gingerly running over his face. His lips and gently touching around his eyes. He couldn’t help but laugh softly. “What are you doing?”
Her body shook with her inhaled breath, “Just making sure there isn’t any silver.” She whispered. Remus took her hand and kissed each finger, and then her palm.
“There’s no silver here love. If there was, I’d probably screaming and withering in pain.”
“Or dead.” She added with a small voice.
“Yes,” he responded just as softly. “But I’m not going to die.”
“Promise?” She said, she was watching him now, her eyes staring up into his.
He hesitated but gave a faint smile and brought her hand back to his face and pressed her palm to his lips. “Promise.” He whispered, he felt her body relax against his.
“Show me Remus.” She whispered, scooting closer to him. He grinned at her, bearing his teeth in a bright smile, and slowly closed his eyes. Opening them slowly and gaining control of his body, he watched Hermione smile in the darkness as she stared at the golden orbs peering back at her.
Hermione rushed through the house, trying to find the capsule. She could feel the flames licking at her entire body as she rushed down the stairs. She could hear shouts from below, she didn’t care she needed to find that trinket, she now wished she never gave it to Remus to hide. She had to at least save that from the fire. She heard a commotion to her right and ducked left into the Common Room. Searching frantically through the drawers in the desk. She heard the sound of a floorboard creak behind her and she froze. “Drop your wand Mudblood.” A voice shouted from behind her. She wiped around to see three-hooded figure’s standing in the doorway, their white masks turning black from the smoke.
“Where’s the mutt?” The one closest to her asked.
“Where do you think?” She snapped, motioning to full moon out side the open window. He motioned for the two men to search for him.
“When you find him. Kill him.” Hermione’s eyes widened and she moved quickly to throw a spell at him, a scream wrenched from her throat. But before she could yell out a spell she felt a tug behind her navel. She closed and her eyes as her body began to spin and opened them when she felt her feet were firmly on the ground.
She looked around wildly, Dumbledore’s office. She noticed him now, standing in front of her. She screamed and threw herself at him. “What did you do! What did you do! Send me back there!” She cried, grabbing onto his robes.
“It’s time for you to return.” He said, giving her a hard stare.
“No! You don’t understand! There were death eaters! They’re going to kill him! You have to let me go back! I have to save him!”
“It’s who doesn’t understand Hermione.” He said roughly grabbing her wrists and holding her tightly. “You must go back.”
“No. I can’t. Not while he needs me. I love him, you can’t…” She said tears streaming down her face.
“You must!” He said, his voice becoming louder, and more serious. “Your dying Hermione. You know it.”
Hermione looked away from him, closing her eyes tightly. “Your wrong.” She whispered.
“Am I? Or are you just being naïve.” She responded with a silent sob. “Your magic is slowly weakening, your new found talents are wearing away, and you haven’t aged. You’ve spent far too much time here. I should have forced you to go back a long time ago. You’ve done what you can for him, it’s time for you to leave.”
“I won’t leave.” She said stubbornly. “I’ll wear away until I’m nothing, until I can’t do magic anymore, or until I can’t even move on my own. I don’t care. I’m staying, he needs me here, with him, to love him, to show him that people do love him, and that he can go on in life.”
“I assure you, he knows that Hermione. Now I order you to return to your time.”
“No.” She whispered.
”You will die if you do not go back! So will your child!” He was starting to shout now, his eyes were cold, and something that she never thought she would see. She had pushed him to his limit and she knew it. “Your child needs your energy, your magic to live. Do you want your child to die? If you continue to live here, I can guarantee that you will not carry full term. That you will die before that child is born.”
Hermione stared at him. “How…” She said staring up at him, into his eyes. They had no sparkle, he stared back, coldly. A wave of sadness washed over his face and he let go of her and leaned down and kissed her forehead.
With his hands on her shoulders he whispered, “I’m sorry it had to end like this.” He pushed her away from him and she felt as though she were falling, she didn’t realize until the moments when she was falling that the mirror had been behind her the entire time. She reached out to grab his robes, to grab anything to keep her falling back into the mirror. It was too late. She felt herself hit solid ground.
She fell to her knees screaming in rage as she looked around. She was in Grimmauld Place. The one place she didn’t want to be. She dug at the rug, screaming and crying, and cursing. “Damn you Albus! Damn you!”
“Hermione?” A voice said from the doorway.
She looked up and everything came rushing back to her. Third year, Sirius, Remus, the Shrieking shack, Sirius in Azkaban, Lily and James dead on Halloween, Voldemort vanishing, the prophecy, Peter being the spy, Voldemort returning, Sirius and veil, dead, Voldemort now gone, every memory she had placed in the capsule was back. “Oh Merlin…what have I done…” She whimpered to the person in the doorway as everything went black.
Well thats all for now. I want to thank all of you for the wonderous reviews. This is your thank you chapter. I gave you two cuts, and a sneak peak. I don't really know why I had Knott attack Hermione with a knife, so yeah, that's the reason it was cut... Anyway I hope you liked it, and I'm sorry for leaving you off at such a horrible cliff hanger for the actual chapter. Really I am. But I felt this was already getting too long.
I want to thank Twinkle Flower, magicalprefect, lynnie_lil, Zeddy, Infairi, Roman, Elivania, SophiaMontgomery, and Icy, who gave me ideas! Thanks guys!
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