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A Day She Thought Would Never Come - Chapter 02: An Unexpected Result | | Author: | Suze | | Genre: | General | | Rating: | G | | Score: | 3.46667   | | Story: | ** Disclaimer: All the Characters belong to J.K Rowling, as do the places and other things.**
Chapter 2 – An unexpected result.
“Hermione? Hermione, get up!” Ginny ran to see her. “Hermione get up! Come on! You have to see this! It’s important!” She grabbed the back of Hermione’s clothes and lifted her to a sitting position. “Look!”
Hermione followed Ginny’s finger. Voldemort’s wand was shuddering violently by his side. “What the hell-?” thought Hermione. Then it stopped and a mini version of the Dark Mark appeared. It floated upwards until it was about 10 metres above the ground then started to fade away. As it faded, the light around the girls decreased and as they looked up, they seen what was happening. The glowing green, giant Dark Mark was fading at the same time as the shadow.
Then the wand started shuddering again. This time a head emerged from the wand followed by shoulders and a torso. The girls’ jaws dropped. His legs came out of the wand followed by his feet. The shadow of a man drew itself up to a standing position. This time, instead of fading like the little Dark Mark, it gained in density. It was turning into an actual person. Slowly, it solidified until it was most certainly a solid person.
“Harry!” Hermione and Ginny shrieked together, running and grabbing him.
“I suspected this would happen. It was a risk, I admit, but look, I was right!” Harry said with a wink and hugged them back.
They ran round to the front of Hogwarts where everyone else had been fighting. There was an eerie glowing light and it was suddenly very misty and cold. The Inferi were now as dead as they had originally been, lying all over the grass. The Giants had all fled because of the amount of wand use. The Dementors, no longer under Voldemort’s control, had turned on his Death Eaters and sucked out every last soul.
Lying on the ground, too, were many bodies of the Good Side. Among those were Colin Creevey, Lavender Brown, Padma Patil, Draco Malfoy who died saving Ginny, Arthur Weasley, and many other Hogwarts students that they didn’t know very well. But, overall, the Good side didn’t do too badly.
Hermione looked around. Harry was down on one knee holding Ginny’s hand in both of his. “I guess that’s another wedding for me to go to,” Hermione had thought, really happy for her friends. Then a thought hit her.
“Harry! Your parents!”
“I know, Hermione, I know,” Harry said with the excitement of a little boy. “Lets go back around to- well you know where I mean. I expect there will be a lot of confused people needing our help!”
Harry played the hero all night, helping confused children and disorientated old people coming out of Voldemort’s wand until, finally, he got his reward. His parents emerged from the tip of Voldemort’s wand and solidified as Harry had done hours before. They hugged and Harry introduced Hermione and Ginny, his fiancée.
After that amazing evening, things only got better. Harry and Ginny got married three months later. Harry’s parents couldn’t be prouder or happier at how their son turned out. Everyone was at the wedding. Everyone, except the Best Man. Harry and Ron had always said they would be each other’s Best Men but since Ron wasn’t around anymore, Harry went for second best, Ernie Macmillan. Ginny chose Hermione as her Bridesmaid. Ernie and Hermione went perfectly together. Everyone said so. So when Hermione caught the bouquet, that was sign enough for Ernie. He proposed that evening and Hermione immediately said yes.
She knew she would never love again. Not like she had with Ron. But Ernie was right next to Ron. She had always liked him a lot. He was smart and funny and he respected her. She couldn’t ask for more, what with the love of her life dead.
And so it was. Hermione married Ernie a few months later.
The Hermione sitting started. She had been sitting there for almost half an hour. She stood up, smoothed out the rug where her feet had been and straightened the cushions again.
She heard a key scratch in the lock and the door swing open.
“ ‘Mione?” her husband called. “We’re here.”
Hermione fixed her robes and ran her fingers through her hair and stepped out into the hall.
“Ernie,” she said, kissing his cheek, “Minister. Lovely to see you again. Won’t you come in and sit down?”
“Hermione, dear, how many times have I told you? Minister is for the office. To you, I’m Harry,” exclaimed the Minister giving Hermione a warm hug.
Ernie led Harry through to the living room while Hermione went to the kitchen to prepare them some supper.
It seemed like forever since the wedding although it was really only three weeks. She spent all day alone because Ernie had to work. In a way she couldn’t wait for Hogwarts to start again. This year, she was taking on the full time post of Transfiguration to allow for Professor McGonagall’s retirement. The new Headmaster/mistress had not yet been revealed. Instead of staying in the school dormitories, it had been agreed that she would use the fire in the new Headmaster/mistress’ office to travel home.
Hermione couldn’t quite get over how quickly after the Great War that Harry Potter had been made Minister of Magic. His parents glowed with pride. He was doing an exceptional job. Hermione just wished he could have more time to spend with his old friends. He was still the same but she wasn’t sure she was. She felt Harry was by far her superior now. Ernie was Deputy Minister of Magic, which meant Harry and he had become very close.
The past two weeks, Ginny had been staying with her mother, Molly, who was ill in hospital. Since Mr Weasley had died, Molly’s health had seriously deteriorated. Also, she missed her youngest son, Ron. She missed having all her children living at home with her. Ginny, being the youngest, felt it her duty to stay with her until she got better.
Harry’s parents were on a Caribbean cruise to celebrate being alive again.
This was why Harry was sitting in Hermione’s living room for the 4th time this week. Not that Hermione minded or anything. She picked up a tray laden with homemade scones and tray bakes and cups of tea and headed into the living room.
“Hermione,” Harry said, before she even had both feet through the door, “I have some news.”
“This can’t be good,” thought Hermione.
“Last night, I got a letter. From Ron.”
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