Muffled noises rang through the halls. The two young men curiously followed the sound in attempt to figure out what was making it. They couldn't leave without knowing what was making that sound, after all they were Gryffindors know for being brave, daring, courageous, and chivalrous. They seemed to have forgotten to add nosy to the list, as well as foolish and brash. The boys followed the sound and the closer they got the more clear it became, the sounds were human voices.
“Eh lets go mate, it might just be someone snogging, or something,” The red head whispered. He grabbed his companion’s sleeve in attempt to pull him away. The ebony haired male stubbornly shook him off and moved closer to the voices forcing the redhead to follow. “Come on Harry lets go before –.” Ron began to say only to be hushed by Harry.
“Listen Ron don't those voices sound familiar?” Harry said, his brain raking his memories in an effort to figure out to whom the voices belonged to. So he continued walking, silently moving his way closer to the familiar voices. “Ron they're arguing, and it... it sounds like Hermione.” Harry legs began to move faster as his speed increased. The stifled voices began to form words and it became more evident that there were two people and one of them was Hermione.
“Mate that can't be Hermione,” Ron said , his face full of disbelief. The boy who lived looked questionably at his friend. “That can't be Hermione because she will never be alone in the same room as the ferret willingly.” The ebony haired man stared blankly at his friend, running his hand through his unruly hair before opening his mouth.
“No!” a voice exclaimed, though it wasn't Harry's. “No! They wont allow it.” The male voice sounded desperate, bitter, broken. Harry went to move forward, but was stopped when Ron grabbed his arm. “They'll ruin it.” Harry looked at the red head, who was shaking his head. The Boy-Who-Lived looked at the red head in confusion.
“Why should we give a bloody damn what they think. They are bitter, hateful they—.”Any thought of interfering flew out of Harry's head the moment he heard those words. They sound as desperate and broken as Malfoy.
“They'll ruin it, They'll... They'll dirty our relationship—,” Draco said weakly, only to be cut off by an angry hiss. The sound was uncannily similar to the hiss of an angry cat.
“Are you embarrassed of me because—.”
“Why in the world would I be embarrassed of you?” The man snapped, his voice had become deep and threatening. “Off you of all people. Your perfect, your fucking perfect Hermione. You easily forgave me, even after everything I did,” a soft sigh was heard, “You loved me even all the hate I gave you,” his voice had become a whisper.
“Then... then why! Why do you want to keep us—,” the woman whispered. The man sighed heavily before answering her unfinished question. The softness and raw emotion behind the voice shocking the eavesdropping men.
“I keep saying it because... because I cant lose you. You mean the whole world to me. My life is worth nothing without you. I love you so bloody much it hurts to even think to be away from you. I... I,” a pregnant silence surrounded them before heart quenching sobs broke it. “ I know my parents, well at lest I know my father, he will refuse to allow us to be together until his death. He will do anything in his power to keep us separated. Your friends have been through so much because of me, that they will be blinded by this, by the hate. They too will not accept our relationship. All those things will break you. I don’t want you to hate me, I just want you to be happy. I—.” The soft sound of echoing shuffles are heard before silence reins again.
“I'm... I'm...I'm so sorry,” soft feminine sobs filter through. “I... I...I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t want you to hurt. I love you so so much it hurt to even think of losing you.” The women answered her voice had become soft, less hurt than before and as she continued her voice lowered. “Draco, I love you so much.” The woman's voice was barely above a whisper and yet they could still head it.
“I love you too Hermione. I love you too.” He whispered back before the silence began.
The male members of the Golden Trio stood mouth agape unable to comprehend the happenings. They began to move, but they had no control over their bodies. As Draco and Hermione came to view they felt guilt surface destroying any shock they had. They knew Draco was accurate in his assumption. They would have likely forced her to leave him. They would have left her miserable alone and bitter. She would have ended up hating them for not letting her be happy and they knew she was happy. The way they were looking at each other the very moment Harry and Ron gazed upon them proved it all. The kiss only confirmed it. It began slowly but became more desperate, more needy more emotional, they locked themselves in the embrace “Let's run away together, to the muggle world.” Draco had whispered eagerly only slightly separating himself from Hermione to look at her. “We could go to Australia, or maybe the States.”
“Yes,” Hermione answered a small sad smile plastered on her face. “I've always wanted to see the capital. I hear it's quite beautiful.” When they looked at the blond man they saw an emotion they had never seen before, excitement. “We have to make sure no one finds us, we can leave right after we finish school, but we have to prepare everything.” Draco smirked, showing the men the only similar thing to the Malfoy they knew as a child. The couple unwrapped themselves from each other's embrace leaving only their hands linked together. They began to walk away, still speaking about their plans, hoping on the inside that nothing would go wrong.
Chapter 2 – Meeting the Father
Neville Longbottom had grown quite a bit since his Hogwarts days. He no longer was he that clumsy, shy, and insecure boy, instead he now held himself high, showing humble confident in every step he took, something he had never done before. He had grown into his rather large teeth, which had now become one his most appealing features. He had already been tall before but now his was leaner, and sported some muscle courtesy of the attempt at becoming an Aurora.
Neville's attempt at becoming an Aurora had not come out half bad, he had meet Draco Malfoy again an figured out that though he could have been a great Aurora it was not something he loved. After leaving Aurora training he took up an Apprenticeship with Professor Sprout then later taking her place as Herbology Teacher. He had also gotten advanced Potion lessons right alongside Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy though only Hermione decided to get her Mastery. The three had become great friends during those lessons, slowly getting over all the things that had happened during their Hogwarts years.
Neville Longbottom was pacing back and forth cooing the crying baby attempting to calm him down when Draco Malfoy came. The moment Malfoy walk through the doors of his kitchen, a smile appeared on Neville's face. “Thank you Draco I don't know what to this with him,” Neville said relief clearly on his voice as he handed baby Harry to Draco. The blond haired boy stared at the crying baby his usually cold expression had soften and warm when directed at the infant. Draco's finger went to the edge of the child's mouth only for the child to turn and attempt to place it in his mouth.
“He's hungry Neville that's why he's crying,” Draco said, grabbing a miniature bag and enlarging it. He rummaged through the bag before taking out a filled bottle, then giving it to baby Harry who's cries almost immediately ceased.
The moment Neville had left with baby Harry, his chubby little fingers curled into a small fist, and his nearly toothless mouth opening wide only to let out a low pitch, slow paced cry. It was then that Neville remembered he knew next to nothing about children and almost nothing about babies. He began to panic and thinking of who could help him, the only people that came to his mind were Draco and Hermione. The man did not want to bother Hermione after sending her to rest, so he decided getting Draco. He had expected Draco to find someone else to help, not actually aid Neville himself. He was amazed having found another unknown talent that Draco Malfoy had, as he watched Draco attempt to put a giggling child in a newly transfigured crib.
“So... Who's kid is this?” Neville found the sight in front of him amusing. The ebony haired baby clutched onto Draco's clothing refusing to let go, and laughing through it all.
“That is Harry.” He simply stated hoping the blond would make the connection. In response to his words Draco lifted a single platinum eye brow in question. “Yes that's Harry Potter. How it happened I'm not exactly sure because all Hermione told me was the potion fell on Harry while he attempted to get her to rest.”
“Is that what the potion suppose to do?” Neville shook his head before running a hand through his golden walnut hair. He gave a long awaited sigh, momentarily closing his eyes. “Do you think you can do it, or will it take Hermione some time to fix it?” Draco said with a smug smile.
“I love the confidence you have in my ability,” he retorted, opening his eyes and giving Draco an false glare. The smug smile widened on the blonde's face. “Any ways Hermione and I can find the cure together.” Neville said stressing the word together. Baby Harry let out a small yawn and Draco began to gently sway him until he had fallen asleep. Draco placed Harry in crib and motion Neville out from the room.
Something had woken Hermione, in the pitch black room, the delicious aroma wafted into her room enticing her senses. Someone was cooking in her kitchen and it smelled heavenly. Hermione stood up slowly, her body feeling heavier than usually after sleep. She opened the door to her room and walked into the kitchen. Neville stood watching Draco playing with a child.
“What are you doing here?” Her voice husky from her sickness and lack of use, 'and who's the child with you.” She could not remember much, only portion of the memories could she recollect; of Harry, of working on the potion and Neville. The men stared at her not an inch of surprise was plastered on their face.
“We're here taking care of you and this is Harry James Potter.” Draco bluntly stated, causing Neville to raise a single golden brow in his direction. The platinum blonde shrugged at Neville. “We need to be truthfully, sugar coating isn't going to help her or us.”
“Yes I kno – ,” before Neville could finish Hermione spoke.
“It isn't in any way amusing. It is impossible because Harry is 23 years old going on 24 not a little over a year, I remember seeing him today.” She looked at their face, and not a single emotion to indicate that they were only joking around with Hermione. “What happened?”
"Well I wasn't there when it happened but you explained it to me. You were working on the potion, you added something and when Harry went to take it from you to get you to go home it fell on him and turned him into a baby," filled in Neville. Hermione's face was blank. She had caused this with her stubborn need to work on the potion despite being so sick.
"You do know it's not entirely your fault Granger," Draco stated, some of the old Draco slipping through. "Potter should know better than to grab that cauldron," he paused long enough to smirk," but than again he isn't too bright." The bushy haired woman rolled her eyes at the blond antics. She stared at the dark hair child innocently eating his toes unaware of the issue at hand. She lifted baby Harry into her arm and smiled at the giggling baby.
"I've got to fix this." She murmured.
"No," came a soft resounding voice. Hermione turn to Neville. "No, we'll fix this, but only after we all get food in our stomach." Neville gave her a smile that made her knees go weak and she nods because at the moment that's all she able to do.Previous Chapter
Chapter 1 - Meeting the Mother
Hermione Granger had taken month to decide what she had wanted to do after graduating Hogwarts. She had later decided to become a healer, to the surprise her close friends and the rest of the world. They had all assumed that she'd work for the Ministry in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, because she had already changed laws; the most know were about Werewolves and house elves. Those closest to her began to joke that she would slowly take over the Ministry and become Minister of Magic. Which to she would always reply by saying " I would never work for the Ministry, after all the dreadful things they've done and allowed," her upper lip curled in disdain.
What she never told anyone was that the reason she because a healer was to help The Weasley. The war had taken much from that family, especially from George. She had wanted to give him back Fred, so that she could finally see him really smile again. Not only that but to help other families who, like the Weasley, had someone lying in the hospital unable to live a full life due to an unknown curse.
For the first time Hermione Granger was at loss. She was too tired to understand what had happen and why Harry Potter was no longer in the room with her. She stared blankly at the fallen cauldron. Harry was gone, she thought finally fully processing what had happen. She said no words leaving only a silence before the sounds of foot steps began, though she was unaware of the coming company. The moment he enter the room his eyes went to the fallen cauldron.
“Hermione! Hermione are you okay.” She felt large hands checking her over to see if anything had happen. A sigh of relief had left the man when he saw that she was not hurt. “ Hermione what happened here?”
“Harry,” her voice came out low almost in a whisper, she was still gazing at the fallen cauldron. “It fell on Harry and now he's gone. He...he grabbed it before—.” The sound of loud wailing interrupted her. Neville moved towards the sound, confusion written in his face. The moment he lifted the cauldron he gasped. There on the ground was a child a baby no more then seven month old with a striking to one Harry James Potter.
“Hermione I... um I don’t think Harry went anywhere.” Neville said swaying the baby to calm him down. “Tell what happen.” So Hermione explained everything to him. “How could this happen Hermione, the potion we were working on is not suppose to do this.” Neville's voice had come out calm but a bit agitated causing Hermione to become filled with guilt.
“I think I might have put something that wasn’t suppose to be there. I... I.” She stopped, her pride wasn’t letting her apologize. It was hard enough to admit she had made a mistake. The look on Neville's handsome face said it all. "Just say it," Hermione said clearly a bit irritated. He shook his head before opening his mouth to speck and closing it again.
“I wasn’t going to say anything about that actually. I was going to say that you should go get some sleep. I'll clean up here and watch little Harry I know you've been through enough without me adding more to it.” She gave him an awkward thanks before before leaving home.Previous Chapter
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The bushy haired women trudged through the shadow filled corridor of the Ministry. The darkness hiding the circles under her chocolate colored eyes. Her usual silky peach skin was now a sickly pale tone. Her head was throbbing and she was getting feverish chills. She felt exhausted but refused to stay home, as she was on the verge of figuring out the cure for the Longbottom's situation. The young women refused to return home to rest regardless of her best friend's attempts to forces her to do so.
"Please Hermione you have to go back home to rest," the messy haired boy begged, to no avail. Hermione Granger was deaf to his pleads, her fleeting thoughts direct toward the cure. The boy sighed running a hand through his already messy hair giving full view of his scar. "Please Hermione. If you get some rest you'll get your answers much quicker.” They had just arrive at the office given to her for her research.
"Harry not now. We almost got it. We're so close..." She paused, her voice coming out in a whisper. "Harry we could help Fred and Cedric and the Longbottoms. I --." Harry knew she wanted to say more but she just, couldn't. You could hear her voice had begun to quiver and Harry could tell she was on the verge of tears.
"Hermione there you are I was... Harry-- Harry what are you doing here?" The man asked, as he entered the office, his familiar husky voice instantly catching Harry's attention.
"I'm trying to get Hermione to go home. She isn't feeling too well and refuses to rest. I don't want her--." Harry stopped mid sentence, interrupted by both a clearly annoyed Hermione, and a unsurprised Neville.
" I'm a grown women Harry. I can take care of myself." She said at the same time Neville spoke.
"Just leave her, all we can do is make things easier for her." She huffed, raising her nose to the air before stomping away to the lab. The two men watched her leave, while Harry swayed his head side to side in disappointment. He get everything because he's Harry Sodding Potter but this time being Harry Potter – his scar – did not get him what he wanted.
Several hours later found Hermione even more exhausted than before. The potion fumes had caused her hair to grow ever larger and bushier than before. Her stomach was growling, but she paid no heed. Neville was no longer there and Harry had returned attempting to coax her into to eating lunch. His attempts were met with a cold shoulder. Without Hermione's knowledge he looked around the room his eyes settling on the cooling cauldron.
"Fine if you want to ignore me, I'll be taking this with me." Harry stated, while stupidly reaching out to grab the cauldron without knowing whether it was dangerous or not, though finally his words catching Hermione's attention. Her eyes became wide and her mouth opened as she began to warned Harry of the dangers.
"Harry no, don't touch that it might still be hot!" Hermione exclaimed, but it had come to late. Harry had already grabbed the cauldron and had turn around attempting to leave with the potion. His plan would have worked had Harry Potter not had a knack for finding trouble. It seem to happen so quickly as Harry's navy blue cloak caught at the edge of the desk causing him to tumble to the ground and along with him went the the untested possibly dangerous potion.Next Chapter
The Short Reply
Harry Potter sat swinging back, forward watching parents and their children playing happily, clueless to all the dangers around them. Harry felt angry, so much anger that it threaten to swallow him up, but the feeling of guilt kept it at bay. He finally figured it out, he had no one, he would always be alone because his so called friend wouldn’t bother to write a stupid letter to him. He wanted to write to someone, to forget even for a moment that he hadn’t lost Sirius and that it hadn’t been his fault he was gone. Harry wished that his parents hadn’t died because of him, he wished that some many people wouldn’t die because of him. He wish he wasn’t the child from that stupid prophecy. He wished he didn’t feel so alone.
“I wish….” Harry murmured out loud, before standing up and heading to an empty 4 Privet Drive.
When he arrived there he noticed the medium sized box perched against the door, as he got closer he could make out some letters of his name. It wasn't until Harry got closer that he was sure the package was for him. He grabbed it, looking around to make sure no one had seen him and then went inside to his bedroom to open it. When Harry's eye read the last word on the letter, he gave a small smile and looked at the wooden box with teary eyes. This letter, though a bit awkward was sweet and made him happy because he knew that she cared. He grabbed some muggle paper and pen, then commenced writing.
First thing I want to say is I’m sorry. I should have listened to you. I should have made sure I was being tricked. I got you and everyone hurt. Thank you for trying and caring about me. I don’t know how you knew, the guilt I felt just thinking about Sirius but your letter helped me, even if it was for a bit.
Harry stopped and crossed out the 'I feel from the letter and continued writing hoping that Hermione would not ask his feelings.
The Dursleys are as charming as usual though Big D is avoiding me and seems almost like he's trying to be nice. Please tell me if something else happens.
P.S I have done some of my work.
It's what kept me from thinking.
Hermione sat down at her desk a single hand resting on the wooden chest waiting for it to change. It had taken some time but she felt the cool wooden box heat up and a small smile erected on her face. She tapped her box then proceeded to wait, the wooden chest opened, she grabbed the letter, Hermione retrieved a single sheet, and as expected there wasn’t much writing but she brightens up anyways. In the mere seconds it took Hermione to finish reading her smile vanished. She grab paper and pen then began to write.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I never thought you’d to think
I we never cared. We do care Harry, and nothing not even you being angry at me could change that. You are my best friend one of the important people in my life. It’s the reason why I’d follow you anywhere. I want to make sure you’re safe because you worry about others so much you forget about your self. There is absolutely nothing you need to apologize for we made our decision. We decided to stay by your side, and I will never change that. We care I care and I will always will.
Hermione hadn't noticed her tears until she saw the darken stains left behind on the paper. She wiped her eyes and continued writing.
I''m with my parents so I won't be getting much information on what's happening but I will tell you the small amount I am getting. I wish I could hug you right now Harry because I know yo need one. I might have an idea for us to meet if it's okay with you..
The girl's mind began to plan as she folded the letter placing it in the wooden box and tapping her wand three times.
And It Began
A sense of paranoia, occupied Hermione's mind. The white pen moved quickly stopping only for the girl to look over her shoulders. She wiped her sweaty palm on her cotton white shirt, then ran it through her bushier than usual hair. She was writing a letter to Harry, one that Dumbledore had forbade. It was a rule made in fear that an owl might be caught and intercepted, leading Voldemort straight to Harry. It was also one rule Hermione was not going to follow. She could not leave her best friend to mourn the death of his godfather, the man who was as close to his father as Harry could get. Determined to be there for her raven haired friend, she grabbed muggle paper and a pen and began writing.
I know I’m a bad friend for not writing earlier but Dumbledore had prohibited us from writing to you in fear that someone might get the letter and your location. I tried to listen I really did but couldn't. I keep picturing you alone with those things horrible Dursleys. I just could not get it out of my head so here I am writing to you even though they had told us not to do so. I know I can’t really understand what you are going through but I’m sorry. I wish you hadn’t lost Sirius. I wish you had more time to learn through him about your parents and the love you so justly deserve and I know that right now you are blaming yourself but don’t. Sirius died happy, because he got to finally do what he couldn’t do all those years; he was your godfather. He loved you Harry and even though he is not with you physically he will be watching over you. I really hope that you get this letter and that my words bring you at least some comfort and remember I will always be here for you if you need me.
I also wanted to tell you a bit of what is going on here. They are fired Fudge, well he resigned but only because he knew it was the only way to go with dignity. He will officially not be Minister by the end of the summer. That is all the news I’ve heard so far. I am getting nothing from The Order because I’m have not finished my schooling so I'm sorry I could not give you more. Please be careful and write back soon. Don’t send it with Hedwig just put it in the wooden container I sent you, tap the container with your wand and it’ll get instantly sent to an identical wooden container I have, it works the same for me. This does no require any magic so you won’t be getting in trouble for underage magic. If wish for me to further explain it to you please don’t hesitate to ask.
P.S Did you do any of your vacation work.
The girl hopped that the last bit would be taken as a joke because she did not think vacation work was important at all. She hoped that this could somehow comfort him showing Harry that no matter what she will be there for him, even if it's only to make him smile. Showing him some type of normality saying things will never change between them no matter what happened, was something she though he need.
She lifted the white box from the floor, also grabbing the wooden container and place it in the box, sealing the box with tape and writing Harry's address on it. Once finished packing everything she went to find her accomplice and with a simple nod the plan was in motion.
Author: Leather Tuscadero
Characters: Angel, Cordelia, Spike
Summary: Spike leaves behind his life in Sunnydale.
Author: Countess Marsters
Category: Romance, Songfic
Characters: Cordelia, Spike
Summary: Cordelia thinks she sees someone special at the Bronze. Guess who?
Title: Sweet Catastrophe
Category: Alternate Universe, Character Study, Crossover, Drama, Horror
Warnings: het, slash, language, multiple partners
Characters: Cordelia, Lilah, Spike
Pairing: Cordelia/Lilah, Cordelia/Spike, Lilah/Other, Spike/Other
Summary: Spike can't remember a time when he wasn't cold and reckons there's not a soul on Earth who can either. (Spike/Lilah/Cordelia)
Title: Things Change, If We Make Them
Show: Angel, Buffy
Category: Alternate Universe, Futurefic, Humor, Romance
Warnings: het, language
Characters: Angel, Buffy, Cordelia, Faith, Fred, Gunn, Spike, Wesley
Pairing: Angel/Buffy, Buffy/Spike, Cordelia/Spike, Faith/Gunn, Fred/Wesley
Summary: Spike gets his soul back. Angel becomes human. Cordy returns from a state of Higher Being. Buffy gets over her death wish. What else can change?
Category: Character Study, Futurefic
Warnings: het, slash
Characters: Angel, Cordelia, Lilah, Spike, Wesley
Pairing: Cordelia/Spike, Fred/Willow, Lilah/Wes
Summary: Cordelia and the way things are nowadays.
Title: Until Forever Series: Book One: The Blue Marphius
Category: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Drama, Episode Related, First Time, Romance, Series
Warnings: het, language , Cordelia bashing, Spike Bashing
Characters: Angel, Buffy
Pairing: Angel/Buffy, Angelus/Buffy, Anya/Xander, Cordelia/Spike, Fred/Gunn, Oz/Willow, Riley/Other, Tara/Other, M/F
Summary: Angel gets a verbal beating by the PTB, and goes back to Sunnyhell and Buffy, bringing the gang. Glory Wanna be has been left behind to cause an apocalypse involving the Pre-Ordained One. Post Buffy death. I have yet to read this series because I'm not a fan of Angel/Buffy.
Title: Until Forever Series: Book Two: Lay a Whisper
Category: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Drama, Episode Related, Romance, Series
Warnings: language, violence, bloodplay
Characters: Angel, Buffy
Pairing: Angel/Buffy, Anya/Xander, Cordelia/Spike, Fred/Gunn, Oz/Willow, Riley/Other, Tara/Other, M/F
Summary: Dimension Traveling and Time Hopping with a plot. eventually.
Sequel to: Until Forever Series: Book One: The Blue Marphius
Title: The Infinite Benifite of Open-Mindedness
Category: Episode Related, Alternate Universe, Romance
Warning: het, vampire Cordy, mention of violence
Characters: Spike, Cordelia
Summary: After Lover’s Walk Spike wants something else