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Author:Irisri
Title:It Doesn't Matter 7/7
Rating:Light PG, if that.g
Summary:It really doesn't matter if a person saves the world, if they helped a little puppy off the road or screamed to stop a murder that was happening before their eyes. They can still be evil, and can still hurt, and it doesn't matter who.
Word Count:1,578
Pairing:Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Other
Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter
Rebel has already warmed up to me, which I cannot say I find surprising. Ginny might have come here in the past, but there are just some things you only learn from a woman. James, on the other hand, hangs back with his hands behind his back, crossed. He looks like his father, dispite the brown hair and brown eyes, and his short height. He's got Harry's nose, the serious intentness that Harry got when he was out fighting some evil person, Harry's cheekbones, the figure. He looks thin, like he doesn't eat that much. On his arm, there's a scar that looks like it's been scraped with a paperclip or something. It's shaped like a lightning bolt.
When Rebel whispers to me that she's already started her periods, I stare at her in shock before I ask her how long. She says about two months. I ask her if she got the things she needed for the period of time that I already knew that she found as nervewrecking as I always do. She nods before saying that she had to go to Uncle Fred and George for them. I cringe because I already know they teased her about it.
Flint hung back and then I turned around he was gone.
"So," I ask James. "What kind of collections do you have in books?"
Rebel looks at me very weirdly. "You're not like him are you?" she asks.
"You mean do I love to read?" I reply. "Of course."
For the first time, James comes out of his carefully constructed shell and shows me many collections and I notice that he has many Lockhart books. I must remind him to throw those away because Lockhart was a fraud.
I walk downstairs and find George pushing some Sickles into the small cash register.
"You want to take them home," he says without looking up. I hear a strain in his voice.
"Yes."
He looks up at me, like he was expecting me to make excuses. A half-smile appears on his face. "You always were blunt, Hermione."
"Yes, I know." I pause. "You're like fathers to them, George."
"We are fathers to them, Hermione."
My eyes rest on my hands clasped together at my waist. "James seems distant from me."
"You'll have to ask him about that," he replies.
"Do you know the answer?"
"Yes and no."
I sit on the counter edge and twirl my brand new wand. "You can visit them any time you want, you know."
"Yes, I know."
"Have you grown up?"
"No."
"Figures."
"Why did you ever come see me in Askaban?"
"Because I hate the place. No one visits that place. Visiitors are so seldom there that it's not funny."
"Nothing in there is."
"Yes, I suppose."
"You think I just murdered him, don't you?" I whisper.
He looks up at me again. "Harry was absolutely good," he says. "He wouldn't have hurt you. He would have! He saved me countless times before you murdered him."
"I agree," I say softly. "I did murder him, and he was a good boy, and man, but Voldemort lived in him. There wasn't just seven Horcruxes, there were eight. Harry was one of them. Harry wouldn't have raped me, not by himself, but Voldemort would have! There was a--a madness in his eyes that I saw Voldemort possess, every time he hit me, every time he hissed the word 'Mudblood' in my ear and raped me, I felt Voldemort taking control. That last night, you wouldn't believe how scared I was. You don't know what it's like to be gripping a knife that has blood gushing from the sides and twisting it even after the madness left his eyes.
And I already murdered another man. He tried to rape me. Through the whole war, I managed to never murder a person, but once I married Harry, that was inevitable."
"We were lovers," he finally choked. I stare at him in shock and his head slumps forward and hit my shoulder and I wrap my arms around him as he sobs.
**************
I hug Rebel goodbye and she runs off on the Hogwarts Express from Platform 9 and 3 Quarters. She leaps onto the train and I turn to Marcus and James.
"Well," I say. "What do you say we go home?"
they both nod and Marcus takes my hand. The past year has been hectic. Marcus and I have gotten married and James is still quiet, but now, it's a good kind of quiet. As it turns out, he blamed me for the longest time that he didn't get to know his father. I told him he had every right. Next year, he will be going on the Hogwarts Express with Rebel. Next year, I'll have a baby girl in my arms. I'm very round now, seeing as two months after I got to take my children home, he forgot to use protection and we promptly got married. It didn't bug me. Five months after we were married, I let him know I loved him, and he got me impregnated before I had time to think. As it turns out, he loves me too. I think that's a good thing.
Now, Marcus slides his hand to my belly and the baby gives a sharp kick. He pulls me close and I slide my arm around his waist. James squirms to get between us to touch my belly too. She gives another kick. Marcus looks adoringly at both me and James. He loves the kids like his own, despite they look so much like Harry. I put my hands over James' and Marcus' and I feel another kick. She's a feisty thing. Gets that from her mom.
Marcus looks at me. "He's going to just get all the girls in the Slytherin Dorm."
I glare up at him playfully. "She's going to study in the common rooms in Gryffindor from eight until eleven, get the best O.W.Ls in the history of Hogwarts." We both think that the baby will be in our House. I think it'll be a girl, he thinks it'll be a boy. With our luck, she'll get Sorted into Ravenclaw. Well, we'll see.
Chapters
Murder, When You Hurt, The Attorney, Would You Believe?, The Trial, Judgement, Coming Home
Title:It Doesn't Matter 7/7
Rating:Light PG, if that.g
Summary:It really doesn't matter if a person saves the world, if they helped a little puppy off the road or screamed to stop a murder that was happening before their eyes. They can still be evil, and can still hurt, and it doesn't matter who.
Word Count:1,578
Pairing:Harry/Hermione, Hermione/Other
Disclaimer:I don't own Harry Potter
Rebel has already warmed up to me, which I cannot say I find surprising. Ginny might have come here in the past, but there are just some things you only learn from a woman. James, on the other hand, hangs back with his hands behind his back, crossed. He looks like his father, dispite the brown hair and brown eyes, and his short height. He's got Harry's nose, the serious intentness that Harry got when he was out fighting some evil person, Harry's cheekbones, the figure. He looks thin, like he doesn't eat that much. On his arm, there's a scar that looks like it's been scraped with a paperclip or something. It's shaped like a lightning bolt.
When Rebel whispers to me that she's already started her periods, I stare at her in shock before I ask her how long. She says about two months. I ask her if she got the things she needed for the period of time that I already knew that she found as nervewrecking as I always do. She nods before saying that she had to go to Uncle Fred and George for them. I cringe because I already know they teased her about it.
Flint hung back and then I turned around he was gone.
"So," I ask James. "What kind of collections do you have in books?"
Rebel looks at me very weirdly. "You're not like him are you?" she asks.
"You mean do I love to read?" I reply. "Of course."
For the first time, James comes out of his carefully constructed shell and shows me many collections and I notice that he has many Lockhart books. I must remind him to throw those away because Lockhart was a fraud.
I walk downstairs and find George pushing some Sickles into the small cash register.
"You want to take them home," he says without looking up. I hear a strain in his voice.
"Yes."
He looks up at me, like he was expecting me to make excuses. A half-smile appears on his face. "You always were blunt, Hermione."
"Yes, I know." I pause. "You're like fathers to them, George."
"We are fathers to them, Hermione."
My eyes rest on my hands clasped together at my waist. "James seems distant from me."
"You'll have to ask him about that," he replies.
"Do you know the answer?"
"Yes and no."
I sit on the counter edge and twirl my brand new wand. "You can visit them any time you want, you know."
"Yes, I know."
"Have you grown up?"
"No."
"Figures."
"Why did you ever come see me in Askaban?"
"Because I hate the place. No one visits that place. Visiitors are so seldom there that it's not funny."
"Nothing in there is."
"Yes, I suppose."
"You think I just murdered him, don't you?" I whisper.
He looks up at me again. "Harry was absolutely good," he says. "He wouldn't have hurt you. He would have! He saved me countless times before you murdered him."
"I agree," I say softly. "I did murder him, and he was a good boy, and man, but Voldemort lived in him. There wasn't just seven Horcruxes, there were eight. Harry was one of them. Harry wouldn't have raped me, not by himself, but Voldemort would have! There was a--a madness in his eyes that I saw Voldemort possess, every time he hit me, every time he hissed the word 'Mudblood' in my ear and raped me, I felt Voldemort taking control. That last night, you wouldn't believe how scared I was. You don't know what it's like to be gripping a knife that has blood gushing from the sides and twisting it even after the madness left his eyes.
And I already murdered another man. He tried to rape me. Through the whole war, I managed to never murder a person, but once I married Harry, that was inevitable."
"We were lovers," he finally choked. I stare at him in shock and his head slumps forward and hit my shoulder and I wrap my arms around him as he sobs.
**************
I hug Rebel goodbye and she runs off on the Hogwarts Express from Platform 9 and 3 Quarters. She leaps onto the train and I turn to Marcus and James.
"Well," I say. "What do you say we go home?"
they both nod and Marcus takes my hand. The past year has been hectic. Marcus and I have gotten married and James is still quiet, but now, it's a good kind of quiet. As it turns out, he blamed me for the longest time that he didn't get to know his father. I told him he had every right. Next year, he will be going on the Hogwarts Express with Rebel. Next year, I'll have a baby girl in my arms. I'm very round now, seeing as two months after I got to take my children home, he forgot to use protection and we promptly got married. It didn't bug me. Five months after we were married, I let him know I loved him, and he got me impregnated before I had time to think. As it turns out, he loves me too. I think that's a good thing.
Now, Marcus slides his hand to my belly and the baby gives a sharp kick. He pulls me close and I slide my arm around his waist. James squirms to get between us to touch my belly too. She gives another kick. Marcus looks adoringly at both me and James. He loves the kids like his own, despite they look so much like Harry. I put my hands over James' and Marcus' and I feel another kick. She's a feisty thing. Gets that from her mom.
Marcus looks at me. "He's going to just get all the girls in the Slytherin Dorm."
I glare up at him playfully. "She's going to study in the common rooms in Gryffindor from eight until eleven, get the best O.W.Ls in the history of Hogwarts." We both think that the baby will be in our House. I think it'll be a girl, he thinks it'll be a boy. With our luck, she'll get Sorted into Ravenclaw. Well, we'll see.
Chapters
Murder, When You Hurt, The Attorney, Would You Believe?, The Trial, Judgement, Coming Home