Quills & Ink Stains

Fanart 100: "Taste"(H/Hr, Pg13)

2008-07-19T18:40:55Z

Title: Taste
Artist: sweet_lemmon
Fandom/Characters: Harry Potter/Harry and Hermione
Prompt: #064 Taste Fanart 100 Table
Media used: Pencils
Rating: P13G
Warnings: Finger sucking, or whatever this *kink* is called.(but it is pretty light!)
Notes: For Fanart100 Table. Very rough sketch. Honestly, it`s almost a scrap, really- but I am adding to my Fanart100 table anyways.

HERE @ sweetie_art

Fanart 100: In Your Eyes (H/Hr, G)

2008-07-15T02:41:24Z

Title: In Your Eyes.
Artist: sweet_lemmon
Fandom/Characters: Harry Potter/Harry and Hermione
Prompt: #061 Look.
Media used: Pencils
Rating: PG
Warnings: male chest
Notes: For my Fanart100 Table.

HERE @ sweetie_art

Fic: White (Hermione/?, PG)

2008-07-12T11:03:56Z

Hi everyone,

Just a short fic that I finished just then. It's not beta'd, but if anyone would like to volunteer, I'd love to have you!

Title: White

Author: Lady_of_Storms

Pairing: Hermione/?

Rating: PG for the themes raised

Warnings: Angst, mentions of suicide, insanity, femmeslash (not explicit)

Word count: 1129 words

Summary: After the war, Hermione loses both herself and the one she loves. A dark fic where love knows no boundaries.

A/N: This idea has been floating around in my head for a few months now, and it is about time it was written. It takes place a few years after the end of the war, but changes times a bit. Constructive criticism is welcome, this is by no means finalised.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling; I’m merely playing with her creations because I find no satisfaction in her latest work.

White

Love is a senseless emotion. It does not discriminate and it knows no borders. In love there is no real and no false, no appropriate and no inappropriate. It strives towards the impossible and one finds oneself in its tow; blind and deaf and dumb. It is hopeless to fight against its iron claws, which tear apart what they tie together.

At least, it was like that for me. I do not know if other people experience the same as me. There is worse in the world than to fall in love with the one person that will never love you back. There is worse than to be loved by someone you will never love in return; to watch their will to live slowly trickle away as they realise. I know because I know both and am both.

It is enough to drive anyone to insanity. It is why I sit here day after day in a room whose colour I will never tell from the whiteness that is my meager existence. A white bed in a white room and a white desk at which I write on a sheet of white paper, which I am only allowed because they know that it is the only fragile thread that keeps me here.

* * *

It was during the war, during the battle that it began. All I can remember is bright light streaking past me, green and orange and purple and red, hazy shouts and the smell of death and hate and, strangely, hope. I was one of them, shouting and running and shooting… spells… over my shoulder as I ran to help someone who had fallen close to me. I do not know their name anymore. After I woke up, I knew nothing but that for some strange reason, I was. A man with dark hair and a hooked nose was leaned over me, his eyes boring their way into my mind. I remember how he shuddered when his thought penetrated my mind. He met a wall of blankness that was not of my own construction, and he later confessed to me that it scared him more than anything before. To delve into nothing. No identity, no memories. I functioned as a human, and yet I had no sense of self, nothing to define me, nothing to hang onto.

They taught me a lot in the two weeks I spent in the infirmary at Hogwarts, as they called the place where I was kept. They called me Jane, which I knew was not my real name, but I had no attachment to my real name, and I did not want it. It seemed so foreign to me. I was told of my brilliance, of my reputation as one of the brightest minds in the world. But as much as they tried, they could not reawaken my past.

Until one day the man with the silvery hair, Albus was his name, told me he was sending me back so I could learn from myself who I was, or who I had been. He couldn’t tell me much. I would go back to my sixth year. I would be an observer, a silent witness to my every action. The “time turner” had been modified so that I could be able to be called back after a year. They figured that it would be enough. It would be minutes for them.

A chain was placed around my neck and I spun into darkness. When I awoke from the darkness, I was lying in a corridor. A girl walked past me, through me. She shivered as she walked through the spot I was lying on. I was no more than a ghost, a presence who was not really there, hovering on the edge of the consciousnesses of those around me. Perhaps they sensed that I was there, but they could never see me.

I did not know who I was looking for. I did not know which student was – once – me. Inextricably I found myself drawn to the girl whom I had first encountered in the corridor. She was beautiful, all bushy brown hair and the smell of books and ink and parchment. I followed her tirelessly, absorbing her every move, learning her off by heart and slowly but definitely falling for her. At night I kept watch over her still body as the moonlight danced softly across her pale, soft cheeks. She never saw me, and yet I think, in a way, she knew that she was never alone.

Sometimes at night she would stand atop the Astronomy Tower and gaze into the starts before she could go to sleep. Sometimes I would come and stand at her side, my hand slipping into hers without her knowing, my lips on hers but never touching. I would whisper into her ear the words she wanted to hear, from anyone. I love you. Because I did, more than anything in the world. She was the most perfect being I had ever encountered and I wanted to be with her every second, to feel her sin on mine, to know that her joy and her sorrow were my joy and my sorrow.

I never wanted to leave her. I would rather have died.

And still I did know who she was.

* * *

But I was wrenched back into the future. Or was it the present? I don’t know which anymore. I don’t know where I sit on the great ball of threads that are time.

And I remembered. I remembered the nights when I slept and felt someone watching over me. The sense that someone was always watching me, wherever I went. The nights on the Astronomy Tower when I thought I felt soft lips on my own.

When I realised, my insides shattered into a million shards of glass, cutting away at what I thought was reality. I was caught inside a paradox, and had been ever since I began.

I couldn’t stand knowing. The walls of my mind collapsed as the world around me did. The colours bleached into white, a whiteness that has surrounded me ever since. No-one ever knew why I flickered back into existence minutes after the chain was placed around my neck and could not stop screaming.

My mind still screams today. It cannot be blocked out and it will never leave me alone. My only chance at escape is to write, in the moments where I manage to scrape myself together.

Love makes you blind. I did not see what I did to myself. Even if I did, could I have changed what happened?

This is my story. And with its telling, with its ending, the fragile thread snaps, and I am free.

H & Hr Sketch (Pg13, maybe NWS)

2008-07-09T00:13:48Z

Title: H&Hr Sketch
Artist: sweet_lemmon
Characters: Harry & Hermione
Media used: Pencils and (some fun with)Scanner
Rating: PG13 (maybe NWS)
Warnings: um...presumide (sp?) intimacy?
Notes: Just a silly sketch. Didnt like Hermione's nose, and she is looking too old (or at least older than he).

H & Hr @ sweetie_art

Fic: Inamorata [16/18, M]

2008-06-24T19:55:00Z

Title: Inamorata
Author: humbuggirl
Rating: M
Claim: Hermione/Marcus
Prompt Set: 100.4
Prompt: #006 – Roses
Pairings: Blaise/Hermione, Hermione/Marcus, Blaise/Hermione/Marcus, Blaise/Marcus
Summary: When Hermione Granger returns home to find herself with an unexpected house guest there is no way that she could have predicted how her life would change.
Warnings: Slash, threesome
Spoilers: Up to and including HBP. Started before DH.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Notes: See part one.

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15

16: Prompt #6 – Roses

Sirius's Stairway to Heaven

2008-06-22T21:43:38Z

Paring Sirius/Hermione
Rating Mature
warning: implied femslash and slash as well as implied Blackcest
Summery: Two years after the war and Hermione and Sirius are still trying to cope with their loses.
Written for the hermionesirius June Challenge
disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, JK Rowling has that honor
Title inspired by the Led Zeppelin Song 'Stairway to Heaven'
something weird happened to it the first time so it had to be reposted

Sirius Black also known as Padfoot was leaning over the gravestone that once was his in the backyard of Grimmauld Place. There were many that believed that visiting his own grave was not healthy, it prevented him from moving on with the life that was restored to him.

His eyes moved from his memorial stone to the one next over.

It read:

Beloved Friend, Mentor and Professor
Remus John “Moony” Lupin

The next over had

RIP
Severus Tobias Snape

No one could have guessed the depth of devotion that Snape had for Lily, and the dedication to bring Voldemort down. Nor did anyone but Hermione guess that Snape had for Remus and visa versa. It was only for Remus that Sirius would allow Snape to be buried his family lot. He owed Remus so much, they shared everything together. Sirius sighed and wiped a tear away for his dead former lover.

Remus broken from Sirius’s and Severus’s demise, used an old ritual that gave up his life essence to Sirius enabling him to return from the veil. He was the last of the Order to pass; the rest of them survived and moved on with their lives. Sirius invited Tonks Harry and Hermione to live with him and they agreed. Ginny moved in soon after to be with her lover Tonks. Harry followed Ginny’s lead and come out with his affections for Charlie Weasley and dated him publicly. Charlie did not officially move into the house but they considered him to be since he hardly left the Harry’s side and was at the table often. They all seemed to be happy and enjoying their life.

Hermione on the other hand was a different matter. She did not seem to want to move on, stuck by her grief and the guilt that she did not realize Remus’s plan until it was too late. His favorite witch retreated into the house in the library of the house or into the garden she asked permission to grow in the old abandoned sunroom. She was able to take his hated mother’s portrait down so he at least owed her that much. The occupants only saw during meal times, either preparing it or eating it then she would retreat again, with the only sound heard was the old record player Remus used to own. They would often hear his Beatles, Rolling Stones, David Bowie and Led Zeppelin records being played.

It was almost two years now since the war’s end and everyone was starting to really worry about her especially Sirius, whom had fallen for the witch many years ago.

As he walked back into the house he spotted his cousin and ex lover Tonks sipping her favorite raspberry tea and nibbling on a piece of chocolate. This is not going to be a light conversation she only nibbles chocolate when something is bothering her.

“Hello Sirius” says the young Auror at the table

“Hello Tonks” he replies as he gets the bottle of firewhisky from a nearby cabinet and retrieves two glasses and sets them on the table in front of him

“Were did everyone go?” he asked casually pouring drink for both of them.

“Harry took them to the muggle theatre to see the new ‘ Indiana Jones’ movie” she replied.

“ The theatre has always been a nice place to hide and not listen to a conversation” replied Sirius taking a sip of the whiskey.

Tonks could not help give a small smile at his perception.
“They are worried and believe that I am the best person to broach the subject. How they got this idea is anybody’s guess.”

“What are they worried about?” he asked with a good idea of what she was going to say.

“They are worried for you and Hermione. She is not getting any better. We all know that Remus adored her and would not want her to waste her life away. And you, you have a second chance at life. Do you know how rare that is? Yet here you are visiting your own grave and refusing to try and build a new life for yourself. We believe that a relationship between you would be a good thing for both parties and wonder why you have not approached her yet”

Sirius choked on the sip of the drink that he was taking at her statement. He was totally unprepared for the fact that his love for Hermione was not as secret as he had once thought.

“Are you alright Padfoot?” she asked as she rubbed his back

He just nodded. “How long have you known?” he asked curious how his secret got out.

“I suspected for a while, but it was confirmed when you said her name in your sleep a week before you broke it off ”

Tonks smiled gently at his horrified expression before saying “Padfoot we both know you were shagging me because Hermione was out of reach. I did not object because I had the same problem with Ginny. However Ginny is of age and so is Hermione, a relationship with you is something that could help her heal.”

“There usually has to be two willing parties for a relationship Tonks. Hermione does not want me” he stated in a slightly bitter tone.

She mumbled something men being dense at love then said

“She wanted you since her fourth year you fool. She never had the confidence that she had what it took to keep your attention.”

“Why would she think that? She is gorgeous” he replied at a loss at how she would think otherwise.

“She believed you did not think her pretty enough when you agreed with Harry when he said ‘ The average woman would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.’ Leading her to believe that she was not pretty at all” Sirius was shocked that he would make her feel that way. He certainly needed to make that up to her.

“Yes you do have some making up to do. You both deserve to be happy Sirius everyone knows that. Trust me, this will work out.”

Tonks satisfied that her job was done got up and gave Sirius a kiss.

At Sirius’s grin she asked “what?”

He replied “you taste like rasberries and chocolate. Thanks Tonks”

“Anytime Padfoot” she replied. She then paused and turned to say “ Hermione always had a thing for leather, something that could be useful in the future” she said with a wink and left.

Sirius left the kitchen and went to his room to look for his old leather pants that he still had. He stayed in his old room that he grew up in. He did not want to sleep in the same room as his hated mother. Tonks and Ginny took the room with his blessing Harry decided to take his dead brother’s room for some strange sentimental reason. Something about how he felt indebted to Regulus. It was not Sirius’s place to criticize Harry’s choices he was happy and that is what mattered. Sirius still loved this room that was grandiose with a chandler hanging from the ceiling, and a large wardrobe and four poster bed with hangings. The room was full of his old school colors and pictures of the Marauders held up with a permanent sticking charm.

It took him hours to find them under his old school uniform. Those were the days when he felt invincible, that nothing could tear him apart from Moony, Prongs, and Wormtail. He laughed a bitter laugh. How stupid he was to believe that the world had other plans for him. He carelessly kicked off his boots, and pulled off his t-shirt and peeled off his jeans leaving him in nothing but his boxer shorts. He looked in the mirror at the tattoos that he had on his neck chest stomach and fingers that he acquired long ago for protection all except the ones on his fingers, for his future job as an Auror Ironically he ended up at the other end of the law. Here goes nothing. He put one foot in, then the other. So far so good. He then pulled them up, or at least attempted to, the pants did not want to cooperate. He sighed and pulled his boxers off and attempted to pull it on again. The lady in question was passing by seeing the whole thing. On his second attempt he managed and to button them. He turned to put his t-shirt back on when he saw the scarlet-faced Hermione at his room door then she ran. Sirius could not help but be pleased at that reaction, he might have a shot after all. Now where did she run off to?

It was not hard to find her really, she was a creature of habit. She was not in the library so the next natural guess would be in her rose garden. Sirius never really went into the rose garden, he just knew of it. There were all long stem roses white, red, different shades of pink, yellow, orange, some that where white with red tips, some that where yellow with red tips. He was surprised to see roses that were blue, purple, burgundy, even green and black. They all smelled of the most wonderful perfume.

She was there on her hands and knees in a worn pair of jeans and tank top with old sneakers, her hair pulled away from her face in a ponytail. Sirius never saw something so beautiful in all his life. She was listening to a record of Led Zeppelin. He could not help but smile at the fact that she was listening to ‘black dog’.

Hermione stayed where she was, facing away, probably trying to hide her humiliation at being caught. The witch obviously heard him answer for she said “Is there something that I can help you with Sirius?” Still refusing to turn around.

“You ran before I could ask ‘Do these pants make my arse look fat’” he teased.

He sat down next to her then put a hand on her milky white arm. “Hermione please look at me” he asked in a gentle tone.

Sirius could see her turn a Weasley worthy red as he takes her chin in his hand.

“I’m sorry Sirius I didn’t mean to..” He could not help but smile and kiss her softly to silence her cute stuttering. He did not make it long, he did not want to force himself on her.

He was certain that his eyes were twinkling when he whispered in her ear “Did you like what you saw Hermione?”

Her shiver at his breath was all the answer that he needed. The pure-blood started to massage a breast while he said “ It could all be yours if you want it”

Then she said something that he did not expect. “don’t”

He his hand froze in mid motion. Then she continued with “ Don’t tease me Sirius. I can’t stand to loose another friendship when it goes sour when you inevitably leave me the day after. I would not be able to handle it. So if that is your intention then you can stop now”

The Animagus let go of the breath he did not even know that he was holding and nibbled on her earlobe. “That will never happen Hermione, my love. I plan to show you if you let me.” When his favorite witch raised no further objection he scooped her up in his arms and took her to his room to prove without words how serious he was.

The next morning

Sirius woke to only an imprint of her body in the bed next to him. Confused he threw on his old robe and went to find her to talk about it. He heard her talking with Tonks and Ginny in the kitchen talking about the situation. Hermione looked amazing with her hair loose and in one of his old t -shirts. She certainly had a way of making anything look good. It was obvious that the girls had been out all night because they were dressed, as they were the day before. Their friends might have sensed that they would need privacy. He decided to wait at the door leading down not to disturb them, and to listen to what the problem was. I am a good man but not a saint

“Where is Charlie and Harry this morning Ginny?” she asked the youngest witch

“With Charlie watching the sun come up, and don’t change the subject. Why don’t you believe that you deserve to be happy with Sirius?”Asked a clearly confused Ginny.

Sirius leaned in closer to hear the answer, and what he heard both shocked him and broke his heart.

“What happened to Remus was my fault”.

Tonks put her arm around her and said “ Mione from what I understand Remus was always stubborn when he made up his mind about something. I doubt anyone would have been able to stop him”.

“No, that is not what I mean” she replied. She sighed before saying “ My intuition told me that the Department of Mysteries was a trap. I should have tried harder to convince Harry that we should wait for guidance or help from the Order. Sirius died breaking Remus’s heart. I could not save Severus either that night at the shack breaking Remus completely. I am glad that Sirius is back but not at the expense of Remus. It feels wrong to be happy when Remus is gone”

Ginny came closer to Hermione and stroked her hair. “ Do you remember when I was possessed by Tom what Dumbledore said to me?”

“Older and wiser wizards than you had been tricked by Voldemort.” Was her hollow reply.

“Don’t you see Mione? We were teenagers at the time we could not have been able to do anything about it. And Snape was part of the Order since the beginning he knew the dangers better than anyone. They were both very fond of you Mione. I don’t think they would want you to do this to yourself anymore”

Tonks went to a different approach “doesn’t Sirius deserve to be happy Mione?”

“Yes” she replied

“He will be happy with you I know he will. Why deny him the happiness that he deserves? He is lonely and grief stricken and in need of something good in his life. You want the same thing and I know you want him. Can you deny that?”

“No” was her simple reply. Tonks kissed her forehead and said “time for my love and I to go to bed. We had one heck of a night.” Ginny also kissed Hermione before taking Tonk’s hand to go to their room.

Sirius ran back to the staircase and pretended to come downstairs at that moment. Tonks winked at him and Ginny waved. It did not seem as though they believed his innocent act. Well that did not matter the love of his life was sitting at the table waiting for him to convince her that they belonged together.

Later that afternoon

Sirius found Hermione tending to her garden. How she found the energy to after the morning’s activities was a mystery to him. The Animagus smiled to himself; his love was certainly something else. Her hair was in a plait with the same sneakers and jeans she had on the previous day with the exception of one of his old t-shirts. He on the other hand threw on his leather pants and dragonskin boots with an unbuttoned blue shirt.

“Hello love.”

She turned and smiled hello.

“ I don’t think I ever asked the reason and the color for the flowers you grow.” He said as he sat on the bench that was next to her the only furniture left in the old room. The old Remus’s record player was also there with Led Zeppelin IV next to it.

“ It was my mother’s hobby, I feel close to her when I do it.” Poor Dr Granger and her husband died in an accident in Australia a month after they arrived. It was strange how the fates worked.

“As for the colors, they were my father and grandfather favorite colors. White was a favorite because it symbolizes Innocence, purity, secrecy, friendship, reverence and humility. Red was a favorite because of the meaning of love and respect.
Pink was my mum’s favorite color and it symbolizes grace, sophistication and elegance.
Yellow was a favorite because it symbolizes joy and deep friendship. Orange was my dad’s favorite color and it symbolizes. Orange was a favorite because it symbolizes enthusiasm and desire. White with red lips symbolizes unity and togetherness. Yellow with red tips was a favorite for my mum who was a hopeless romantic for it symbolizes falling in love. My grandfather was also someone that enjoyed rare colors. But he also liked the fact that burgundy symbolizes beauty, blue symbolized mystery, green symbolizes calm and black that symbolizes rebirth and slavish devotion. The purple was something I added because it symbolizes paternal protection.”

Sirius pulled out the record and smiled. It was the record that had his favorite Zeppelin song ‘Stairway to Heaven’.

“What are you smiling at Sirius?”

“This album was my all-time favorite of Zeppelin’s work.” He put the record on his favorite song and said, “My I have this dance?”

His goddess giggled and got up and they began to dance as if nothing in the world mattered.

Two Months Later

Sirius was at Remus’s grave talking to the stone as he talked to his friend.

“I asked Hermione to marry me and she said yes. I have never been so happy Remus, I am sorry that you can’t be with us. It still makes me angry at times that you left her, she loved you deeply. I am however thankful that you did, I would not had a chance with her otherwise. Wherever you are I hope that you are happy even if it is with that greasy git.” He put a yellow rose on the stone. “This is from Hermione, she sends her love. She is at the healers today for what Tonks suspects are symptoms of pregnancy. Can you believe an old wizard like me a father?

Tonks and Ginny and Charlie and Harry have moved out and started families of their own by adoption. Ginny and Tonks have a boy whom they named Teddy Arthur, and Charlie and Harry have twins a boy and a girl, James Sirius and Lily Hermione. They are adorable children Moony. I hope that I am half as good of a parent as they are. I miss you old man. Say hello to James and Lily for me.”

Sirius paused in front of his gravestone. Time to move on. He pulls his wand from his pocket and blasts his gravestone to pieces.

Nine months later

Sirius in his pajama bottoms was in the master bedroom looking down at the bassinet that was next to their bed that held little girl that the gods sent him that they named Rose Nymphadora. She was a little wonder with brown hair and brown eyes with the aristocratic good looks of a Black. He heard Hermione come up behind him also in her nightclothes and put a hand on his left shoulder where he had a black rose with Hermione’s name under it.

“Time to go to bed love, she will still be there in the morning” his wife told him in a teasing tone.

“Thank you Love for such a beautiful child” he said voice full of all the emotion he was feeling.

She smiled at him in her red silk robe and pulled him into a hug.
“ As I recall it takes two. Thank you for giving me my beautiful child. I am just sorry my mum and dad was not able to see their grandchild.”
When she let go the dark haired pure-blood stroked her hair and said, “I think they can see her, and I am sure that they would be very proud”.

“What do you think Remus would say?” she asked in a tone that reflected her curiosity.

“ He would say we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Snape on the other hand would have enjoyed watching her conception with the comment
‘There is nothing more pleasing than to get a deranged know-it-all to shut the hell up!"

Sirius smirked as Hermione blushed at the last comment.

“ Is the afterlife the only thing you believe in?” his wife asked him obviously trying to change the subject of peeping tom afterlife.

“Loyalty, righteousness, and love and first sight. "Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?"

His answer came in the form of a giggle and a playful slap on the arm from the love of his life.

My Angel Gabriel

2008-06-21T13:18:49Z

Pairing:Sirius/Hermione
Rating:G
Summery: The Blacks welcome another child into the fold
written for the Wine challenge at grangerblack100
Disclaimer: J.K .Rowling owns all the recognizable characters. I only own the plot
A semi sequel to Mercury’s Shadow and Apple Green. I just couldn’t seem to stop myself lol
inspired by the song "My Angel Gabriel" by Lamb

Sirius Black was carrying his year and a half year old daughter in her wine colored dress to see her mother . Hermione had just given birth to the latest addition of the Black family and the both were excited to see them. His wife looked tired but radiant with her hair loose and in an old robe. Their little bundle of joy had brown eyes and brown fuzz on the top of his head. It seemed only fair Starr reflected her Black blood in her looks . His wife smiled when she saw them.”Starr Andromeda meet your brother Gabriel Sirius.”

Apple Green

2008-06-20T18:22:51Z

Paring;Sirius/Hermione
Rated:Mature
summery: none really, pointless Sirius/Hermione
written for grangerblack100 green challenge
semi-sequel to Mercury's Shadow

Hermione Granger Black woke to the erotic touches of her husband. He never could keep his hands off her when she was pregnant, something that she could never understand. The symptoms never seemed to bother him, it somehow always seemed to turn him on even more. She could feel him take off her apple green nightgown and explore with his tongue the body nature gave her to carry his second child. Hermione could not help but moan when his worshiped her breasts and put his hand on the nameless lump. Well names can wait till morning

Mercury's Shadow

2008-06-20T17:31:25Z

Paring:Sirius/Hermione
Rating: PG
Answer to Mercury Challenge in grangerblack100

Sirius Black woke from the cold of an empty bed. He cracked his eye open to find his wife gone and the bedside crib empty. Sirius found his wife in their backyard holding their gray-eyed, 8-month-old baby to their telescope. His wife turned to him and smiled “Hello love, I was showing our daughter the planet Mercury.” Sirius plea to return to bed froze on his lips as realization hit him. Frequent runs to the bathroom, skin glowing, mood swings, restlessness. Hermione smiled “Yes darling, it was confirmed yesterday. Starr is going to be a big sister”

Liquid Mercury

2008-06-20T14:38:47Z

Title: Liquid Mercury
Disclaimer: Own nothing.
Summary: Written for grangerblack100. Sirius’ repeated attempts to get Hermione to go on a date with him.
Rating: T
Word Count: 458

The Witch the Snake and the Werewolf

2008-06-20T00:23:30Z

Pairing:Remus/Hermione with other mild subparings
Rating: Nc17 for language, lemons, limes, mild drug use, and sexual abuse
Summery: two years after the war ends Hermione collapses from a mysterious illness. Can Remus
save the woman he loves or will she be lost to him forever?
qusi crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer which belongs to Joss Whedon. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling
I own nothing but the plot.

The last sequences may sound familiar to some people and know that they are fairy tales but I want to acknowledge them anyway to cover myself for liable lol

Mirror/Seven Friends/ belong to the fairy tale Snow White

Being pricked on her finger to perform a curse- Sleeping Beauty

Wolf dressed in a grandmother figure – Little Red Riding Hood

Godmother in a blue cloak- Cinderella
the blue dress and white apron is the outfit that Alice Liddle wears in Alice in Wonderland

A handsome man with dark hair in his late thirties was walking around the cottage that he called home restless as he always was. It was large for a cottage built by a friend of the family from what he was told. It was spacious with a kitchen, something similar to a drawing room, two half bathrooms and dining room on the first floor. All had Italian tile with the exception of the kitchen, that had the doorway to the beach in the back. The upstairs had five bedrooms something that his maid called a den and two full bathrooms. He looked out to see his maid talking to someone on the beach presumably one of her sisters. The man lost interest quickly watching her and decided to go to the basement. It had a storeroom and to the right a room that was once a study from what he was told. It really did not concern him what it was once used for, what mattered is what he used it for now. When he moved in years ago he changed it to a place where he did his magic. He had picked up the former owner was a natural practitioner from the casual conversation that he had with the maid. He made the educated guess that she protected it from magical intrusion and was able to prove it. His intelligence was better than most, he had twelve owls to prove it. With that knowledge confirmed he had converted the room to a place for him to perform his own brand of magic. The room had a large wooden cabinet to the left to hold his magical items, the center of the room was a leather armchair facing a simple mirror. The floor was bare and there was a small widow covered with a blue shade. He pulls the shade over the window making it dark and sits down in the chair to watch the magical world that he was forced to leave behind.

He lifted his hand and gave the mirror a wave of his hand going to different places that he had magically bugged long ago. He peered in at a female house elf going about her business in a large kitchen albeit it slightly drunk in badly taken care of skirt and blouse. He wished he could have taken her with him but if he did then it would have alerted the authorities that he was still functioning. He had to satisfy himself with peeking in on her to see how she is fairing, he owed her that much from the devoted way she tended to him. Someday when his plan was finished he will be able return to the wizarding world and then he will pay her back for her service.

He waved his hand to see a cell in Azkaban with a bare cot, and space toilet facilities. A man was lying on the cot hands behind his head staring at the ceiling. His hair was long and he had a beard both light brown. A place and man he remembered very well. It was his brother and sister in law that convinced him to commit the crime that he was sent to jail for. The sister- in -law and brother has since died leaving him to rot in jail for his allegiance. He did feel some pang of regret on the matter but only a pang. He did not regret getting away from his prison twice, and thriving since his master’s fall.

He continued to flip over images until he stopped at the old Black house when he saw something interesting.

A man about forty with brown hair and mustache look horrified at the still form of a young woman in her twenties on a bedroom floor. He redresses her and lovingly scoops her up in his arms and Apparated her to the wizard hospital Saint Mungo’s. There he waits for news of the woman as other people who apparently were friends of the couple, came in the waiting room to wait with him. There was a boy with glasses and a lightning type scar on his forehead, a famous Bulgarian Qudditch Player, a young woman with red hair and freckles who came with a woman with a strange shade of purple hair. Next did two young women with blond hair follow a tall black man who came with a pretty Chinese young woman. They are followed by a girl with brown hair in a plat and young man with whitish blond hair and gray eyes who seemed to be rather nervous and uncomfortable among the rest. They go to him giving them as much comfort as they can. After the last two of the friends arrived the healer comes out, looking perplexed at the situation.

The man comes forward with the purple haired woman next to him with a comforting hand on his arm. “ I don’t know exactly what to tell you Mr. Lupin. Your fiancée is stable but not responsive. It is the strangest thing; there are no potions in her system or hexes performed not even an enchantment on her. It is though her mind had enough and shut down. We are running some tests to see what the problem is. In all my years as a healer I have not seen anything like this before.”

The man saw shock bewilderment and rage. It looked as if he was trying to control his compulsion to do bodily harm to the healer in his frustration. He growled a deep furious growl at him. The woman next to him gripped his arm tighter “Remus please, Hermione would not want you to do anything rash” she said in a pleading manner.

It appeared his love for that woman was the only thing that was keeping him sane. He allowed the purple haired woman guide him back to his seat were they decided stay for more news.

The healer excused himself to go check on the rest of his patients

***

A dark haired man with dark eyes was approaching deck of a beautiful cottage of his former friend. They were acquaintances now, bond together by a secret and a deal that he deeply regretted making. He saw the maid Charlotte Anderson, a pretty young woman with dark hair and eyes outside talking to one of her sisters. She smiles at him and invites him in as the sister departs with a wave. She waves at him to enter with her inside the house.

He smiles at her and said, “No need to announce me Charlotte, Mr. Crane knows that I am coming.”

“Alright Mr. Brown” was her response as she went about her work. Crouch was a man of habit and there would only be one place where he would be right now. Without any hesitation or announcement he burst into the tiny room was where he saw the man of the house during his magical peeping tom routine.

Barty turned to him and said “ Hello Randall do come in. I would offer you a chair but there aren’t any more.” replied the man in mock civility.

“ What are you staring at this time?” he asked hoping it was not what he thought it was.

“Checking up on old friends of course.” He replied, as the mirror seemed to zoom in on Harry and Ginny. Sure enough it was as he feared, he was watching poor Ginny Weasley.

Regulus’s stomach lurched at the knowledge that Crouch had his eye on her to be used
for his despicable plan.

“Why are they at a hospital?” Asked the man suspiciously.

“Hermione Granger soon –to-be-Lupin collapsed” he replied waving his hand again showing the image of Hermione still and staring unblinking at the ceiling

The man narrowed his eyes “What did you do to her?” he asked the other man.

“Nothing at all Regulus, as you know it is not a good idea to show my face in the wizarding world right now” replied the Crouch with a dark smile As he waved his hand again. The image of a dinning room with a pretty girl with black hair and black eyes and another young woman who was her sister by their resemblance with gray eyes and blond hair.

“You better not have Crouch or you will answer to my brother if you do”

“Don’t threaten me Regulus you know as well as I do you would not have your brother back if it were not for me. If memory serves he is not that found of you and would kick your bullocks for your part in what happened here. An obvious by product of what we BOTH did”

He waved his hand again to show image of a man in bed older than Regulus being kept company by a pretty girl with brown hair and green eyes who was reading to him.

He waved his hand again and they saw a young man that looked exactly like the previous girl and a young man that looks exactly like Regulus but with green eyes drinking something similar to a butterbeer together on a deck of a boat.

He waved again and there was a picture of an ancient house-elf going about his business in a large kitchen.

Regulus could not help the now furious feeling boiling in his stomach, as he was sure Barty intended. He knew how he cared for the welfare of his brother and the other people he was shown images of. He was showing him that he could get to them easily and there was nothing Regulus could do about it.

For now anyway. He would bide his time and find a way to free himself and protect the ones he felt honor bound to look out for.

“You obviously came for a reason other than the lovely Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley” he heard Barty with a smug tone. Regulus turned to him and said “ I thought it was my duty to inform you that your mansion was just burned down killing your Aunt Beatrice, your only living relative. It seemed to be a waste of time since you obviously have no heart or soul at all,” He said as he went up the stairs and furiously slammed the door behind him and drove away.
***
Remus was looking around at their stunned friends at a loss of what to say. Struggling to hold down his rage as Tonks begged him to. Tonks and Ginny sat on either side of him in the small square like waiting room waiting for more news on his mate. They must have considered it their duty to keep him calm, as she would have wished being her best girlfriends. How could it go so badly wrong?

They were finally together after everything they had been trough in a long and bloody war that claimed many people that the had cared about. They scratched out a place for themselves and they were happy. He was stubborn in the beginning about not letting her share such a life that would make her outcast and fill her life with nothing but misery. He was poor, he was dangerous at times and he was older than she by nineteen years, hardly a suitable match for someone as brilliant, beautiful, loyal and wonderful as she. His favorite witch was not willing to take no for an answer and began to wear him down. Two months after the war ended she finally convinced him that she did not care about the age difference, his status as werewolf or his finical standing. The new administration under Kingsley was more accepting and protected most legal rights of most lost creatures including that of werewolves. Kingsley was a good at his job but Remus suspected he achieved such accomplishments because Hermione went to work at the Ministry after she finished Hogwarts.

On their one-year anniversary the rights of the werewolf to marry had not been finalized so he decided to do the next best thing, he asked her to mate with him. The ceremony of the pack was performed three nights later, he really saw no reason to wait and she had no objection. As far as he was concerned he was his wife, a fact that made him proud and grateful every day since then. Remus could sense that something was bothering her and finally she admitted that she wished to be married in the church she grew up in were the many generations of her mother’s family, the Bowens, wed. She had essentially given up her privileged life in the muggle world to be with him. He saw no reason why he should not grant her that request. He had waited until two days previous when it was legal for him to take a wife before he proposed to her. He had taken out his mother’s engagement ring got down on one knee and proposed to her. A proposal that she accepted happily making him the luckiest man alive. It was all perfect until this evening when the unimaginable happened.

Hermione had gone about her business as she always did that morning. She went to work as she did for the ministry carrying her briefcase kissed him goodbye saying that she loved him. She had just come home and was changing out of her business cloths when he felt something strange in their bond in his studio where he was developing pictures. He did not know what it was that was wrong but he knew that he had to get to her right away. He had never been so terrified in his life when he saw her laying there motionless pale as a sheet her eyes open and unblinking. He grabbed her redressed her, and took her to the hospital as fast as he was able to. Never in his life did he ever know of an instance when Saint Mungo’s didn’t know what was going on. They didn’t always have a cure but they at least knew what the problem was.

Remus revere was interrupted when he heard the creak of the chair coming from Kingsley’s side of the room. He had gotten out of his seat with a look that said he had something to go on. “ I will be back Remus, hang in there” he says as he grabbed his cloak kisses his girlfriend Angelina goodbye and went back to the office.

It was getting very late and the others decided to go home and asked to Floo them when they had more news to share. Only Tonks Draco Harry and Ginny continued to stay with him. After a while Ginny Draco Harry had started to doze off when Kingsley returned. Remus himself was also starting to doze off but his senses was still sharp enough to pick up Tonks and Kingsley’s conversation

“What is it that you remembered Kings?” asked Tonks who knew the Auror’s expressions better than anyone did.

“I was thinking about the situation, and if anything odd happened to Hermione today. Then something came to me. I checked the manifest to be sure. Hermione went to see Rabastan Lestrange. The guard who let her in and out said that she appeared to be fine but tired looking when she was done.”

“Why would she see Rabastan Lestrange?” asked Tonks

“I don’t know, it was not any assignment that I sent her on. It was rather strange how quick it was from the jail to the time she collapsed. “ Replied Kingsley as troubled about it as Tonks was.

Remus could also hear movement from Draco’s direction and that his breath was not as deep as the people next to him. Little sneak was listening to the conversation Tonks and Kingsley were having. He could almost hear the wheels turning in his head at the sound of his uncle’s name. Remus could not blame him for wanting to do what it took to help Hermione, but she would defiantly do him harm if Draco got in trouble and he did not do anything about it. He would have to keep an eye on him. That was his last thought before falling into an exhausted sleep.

Hermione found herself in her old house staring at her doll collection. She was in her kimono and slip set and barefoot like she was when she was changing in her room.
It had been many years since she had set eyes on them. They were of all different shapes and sizes from a miniature doll collection to life size dolls. They were of every literary hero, cinema figure, legend, folk and fairy tales from Aladdin to the Wizard of Oz.

She heard a creak behind her and she turns to see her godmother Rhiannon behind her with a blue fairy godmother like cloak. She smiles at her and takes her hand to another room that turns into the kitchen of the family house in bath. She motions for her to sit and pours her some tea. Hermione sits at the long counter that has three bar stools in front of it surprised to realize she was in a blue dress with a white apron, black high heel ankle boots with a black ribbon in her hair. The house was eerily quiet and dark compounding her feeling of dread. “Aunt Rhiannon what is going on?”

“What do you think happened?” she asked

“I don’t know, I was home in my room then I ended up here”

“ I see. Well to state in simplest terms things were too much for you and your body shut down”

She points to a mirror in the corner where she sees herself on a bed staring at the ceiling unblinking almost as if she was dead

“What would make my body do that?” she asked as she turned around to find herself alone.

Hermione could see a storm rolling in outside. In the lighting she could see figures approaching the house, a man dressed in wolf’s skin, carrying what appears to be an ax,
Two women in cloaks with an evil look in their eyes.

Hermione did not wait to see whom they where she just ran into the another room that became a dark forest all of a sudden. She ran as fast and as hard as she could into what appeared to be her father’s cabin. She closes it and slides the lock in, while trying to catch her breath. From the back room where the cot was came out her grandmother’s best friend Natalia, who was like a grandmother to her as well. Hermione ran into her arms shaking with the cold and fear. The old woman held her and stroked her hair trying to comfort her.

“ Now darling there is nothing to fear in this cabin, you know that it is protected. Whoever was chasing you are probably gone” She goes to the window and looks out. “Yes I don’t see anyone there. Now get out of that wet dress while I make us some tea hmm?” she says as she movies to the stone fireplace to make her some tea. Hermione numbed by her experience just did as she was told. She removed the dress and put on a romantic looking cotton nightgown and matching robe, and put a shawl around her shoulders. The witch felt nervous again when she heard nothing but silence. When she came out she was horrified to find her friend’s skin and clothes on the floor, and Lucius Malfoy standing over them. “ Now Miss Granger haven’t you heard not to trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing?” he said in his best mockingly polite tone as he advanced on her. While the Wolfman, who turned out to Ethan Rayne, held her he slid a ring of thorns on her finger. Hermione’s vision blurred, and body turned to ice. Her last memory was of Morgan, Bo, Reginald, Ryan, Rupert, Shawn, and Basil break the door down to come to her rescue.

“Remus” she weakly called out before loosing consciousness.

Sweet Dreams Hermione

2008-06-20T00:03:39Z

Parings: Kingsley/Hermione with many subparings
Rating:Nc17 for mild bondage, cussing, lemons, limes,voyeurism, oral sex, mild drug usage and questionable consent
Summery: Instead of being tortured for information in Malfoy Manor Hermione was drugged. With rather
usual side effects

A/N: there are some DH Spoilers in the fic.

Hermione Granger was sitting in a cold dank cellar of Malfoy Manor trying not to scream out loud with fear. She, Harry and Kingsley where taken by Death Eaters after they retrieved the Gryffindor Sword from the lake. Ron had abandoned them because of whispers in the dark that he was not good enough. She and Harry had to move on without him in their mission to destroy Voldemort. Along the way they where joined by Kingsley who was also on the run. Somehow, they where captured and taken to Malfoy Manor by Severus Snape. She could not say for sure but she could see Severus trying to work a plan out to insure her safety. When they got to the manor, they where greeted by Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback and Lucius Malfoy. They held her down as Snape poured something down her throat. Then she remembered nothing else.

As she woke up again she noticed that something was strange. She was no longer in a cellar but in a bedroom, a luxurious one at that. It looked like one of the master bedrooms of the house. It was a room with various shades of blue down to the doorknob that lead to a balcony that overlooked a garden. She was laying on a four poster bed that was big enough to sleep 5 people. It was warm and comfortable a bed she would not feel like leaving. But what would she be doing here? As she looked down she noticed that she was wearing a black lace romantic nightgown instead of her usual jeans and sweater. It felt very comfortable and cool against her skin. How could she have gotten here after being thrown down a cellar with Harry, Kingsley, Luna and poor Mr. Ollivander?

She was interrupted by the silky voice of her "host" Lucius Malfoy, "Are you with us, pet?"

He was only wearing black silk pajama bottoms with his long blond hair loose. He was smoking a cigar while regarding her raking his eyes over every inch of her. His intense gaze gave her shivers of anticipation that she did not even know that she had. He had an amazing body underneath those robes. Well tone and well defined like an old greek statue. He had a look of intense lust that she never thought possible. He was an enemy, she was being held prisoner at his manor and he wanted her dead. Why then was she aroused?

"We lost you for a while there."

She recalled being held down while Snape poured something down her throat. Could she had been knocked out and taken here? And where was here? What would his wife say? He kissed her passionately caressing her thigh in small circular motions. Hermione's fuzzy thoughts where forgotten as the feelings of lust flowed through her body. He tasted like fine wine and cigars, a combination that was almost heady. He had very talented hands that knew how to inspire lust and longing. Her hands ran over all over his body trying to get the feel of him. He whispers “my wife is a naughty woman, she likes to watch me with my conquests. She also has a little crush on you interesting isn’t it? We have the same longing as our son who wanted you since second year” he then chucked and said “She could not resist giving you her favorite nightgown to wear”

This revelation should have repulsed her but amazingly she was turned on even more with the knowledge of being watched by such a beautiful woman and that she most likely saw her naked.

He lifted her nightgown up to her waist to expose her folds to his hungry gaze. He then stuck a finger in rubbing her clitoris making her arch and moan. He then stuck another finger in and finger fucked her into orgasm “ ohgodohgod YES” as she came on her hand

Her wild hair was tossed about around her, her eyes half closed in pleasure her chest heaving from exertion.

He smirked. “ I am not done with you yet my lovely. When I am done with you will know it for you will be screaming”.

He then gently lifted her legs up and spread them. He began to lick away the cum from her orgasm “You taste amazing, better than I ever imagined” Hermione was in a haze from her first orgasm that she barely registered his words. She could only feel the amazing feelings as he licked her pussy.

She was at her peak when he suddenly stopped. Hermione looked up at him with a look of hazy questioning look on her face.

“Patience is a virtue love” as he took off the rest of her nightgown. He groaned “So beautiful, and all mine”

He took a hard nipple into her mouth and began to lick and suck at it expertly making her arch against him in longing. He smiled against her nipple “Such a wanton little witch, almost as wanton as my wife. Can’t cum until I say so little whore”

She should be angry but the dirty talk turned her on even more if it was possible. He then proceeded to worship her other breast “ Such lovely tits you have love” before he gives them a squeeze. He then gets off the bed causing a frustrated moan from Hermione and undoes his pajama pants. Hermione licks her lips at the sight . He was huge and standing in attention, proof that he wanted her as she wanted him. She smiled a little at THE Lucius Malfoy getting so hard over her. At this point she was prepared to give anything for him to fuck her senseless. If she was not so frustrated at the moment she would be gloating.

“Merlin’s balls Lucius! Fuck me please!” she said in utter frustration and need for release.

He gives a deep chuckle and said “since you asked so nicely. “ He returns to her and slides his length into her warmth, eliciting a groan of pleasure at the contact. “So warm so tight” he growls. He gives her a moment to adjust to him, feeling the delicious walls clamp onto his erection. He could not take it any more he raised her legs over his shoulders and pushed in to the hilt. He pounded into her desperately to aleve the pressure of his arousal, harder and harder he pounded till her heard her scream” Please let me cum!
“Yes love cum” he says breathlessly as they both rode the wave of orgasm “YES YES” from her and “HERMIONE” from him. He felt and saw his seed go into her body leaking out like cream. He fell exhausted on top of her laying his head on her breast as he caught his breath. Then he rolled them under the sheets and covered them while they both feel into an exhausted sleep snuggling into each other.

"Hermione? Hermione!"

Hermione woke with a jerk at the familiar deep voice.

"Kingsley?"

She opened her eyes to his familiar dark skin and calming voice.

"It's ok, Hermione, help is here we are leaving".

Then she felt him pick her up and carry her out. In the corner of her eye she saw Remus, Severus, Bill, and Charlie help Harry, Luna, and Mr. Ollivander out of the cellar. She was safe. She put her head on the man she loved shoulder. As intoxicating as it was it was a dream, a dream that would stay a dream. She loved Kingsley.

Snape, Malfoy or the Universe had other ideas.

Several Months Later

Hermione sat at the table at number twelve Grimmauld Place drinking a cup of tea what she normally did after the reoccurring dream of the whatever it was came back. She was doing a lot of that lately. Waking up from a dream getting out of bed and drinking tea to calm back down. She was wearing Kingsley’s old shirt and her own cotton underwear. She knew that Kingsley and Harry suspected that something was wrong but they never said anything about it. The saw how she frequently had migraines and what was considered bad dreams. They most likely assumed it was from the pain and loss of the war. They never got to the heart of the matter, the feelings of guilt for being aroused at another man, or woman for that matter. Kingsley deserved better than that.

The war was ended Harry defeated Voldemort. They had won but with casualties. All from the Order died except Remus ,Kingsley, Charlie and Bill. Even McGonagall and poor Hagrid was killed towards the end. Her life would not be the same without his love and brotherly support. Of the unofficial Percy and Ron died in a blaze of glory defending their cause. Hermione always felt a pang of guilt at that Ron died before they where able to smooth out their differences after their falling out.

Hermione did not know what happened to Mr. and Mrs Weasley after the battle. They seemed to withdraw from public view. Who could blame them after loosing two sons?

She moved into Grimmauld Place with Harry and Ginny, though Kingsley was not officially moved in Harry and Ginny considered him to be. Sirius was in St Mungo’s in a comma, which he has been in for a week. He mysteriously reappeared in the DOM with little explanation as to the reason why. Hermione, Harry and Remus did not care they where overjoyed to have him back. Remus moved into the Tonks home, it for easier access to his mother-in -law Andromeda, to help care for his son Teddy Lupin now that Tonks was dead. Luna and Neville where dating, Charlie was married to Susan Bones, Fred was married to Angelina Johnson, George was married to Katie Bell, and Bill and Fleur where expecting their first child. Severus Snape was injured during the battle but thankfully for him Harry arrived just in time to help. He resumed his headmaster duties and by popular rumor was dating professor Sinestra. The Malfoys survived an evaded prosecution thanks to lack of evidence in their activities. Harry decided that he would not force the issue since the fib Narcissa Malfoy told Voldemort that Harry was dead in the Forbidden Forest when he was alive gave him the advantage he needed to defeat Voldemort. Draco and Harry where no longer enemies or exactly friends at this point, maybe never, but at least they where civil. Draco had married Thomas Nott’s sister Annika who attended another school somewhere in the world presumable Buxbattons .

She did not have the heart to lift the spell on her parents that told them that they where a childless couple. After they moved to Australia her mother became pregnant. The baby was said to be a boy that would be born any day now. She occasionally saw Lucius Malfoy he was his normal silky voiced self with his same regal baring and his cold eyes. She avoided him as much as possible since seeing him reminded her of that dream, hallucination or whatever that thing was, she rather forget. The death eaters where either dead or in jail for life.

Her relationship with Kingsley was going very well. Since that day of rescue they proclaimed their feelings for each other. Kingsley was a kind, supportive, gentle and giving lover to her and she for the most part was happy with him.

She did not have the heart to tell Severus about the side effects and how it haunted her. She knew that he did not drug her to befuddle the information they would have lost and that she would be dead or worse if he had not.

A familiar hand on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts. “ Are you ready to go up to bed love?” asks a deep soothing familiar voice. When she nods he takes her in his arms and carries her up to bed.

The Wand and Watcher Chronicles

2008-06-19T23:54:11Z

Pairing: Hermione/Lucius/? (I could tell you but it would ruin it )
Rating: NC17 for slash,femslash, violence, mind control you know Sunnydale Stuff
Summery: After the loss of everyone she holds dear Hermione moves to CA to start her life over
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, Buffy/Angel belongs to Joss Whedon. I only own
the concept

This story takes place a year after the final battle in Harry Potter and Post Graduation Day

Prologue

Hermione Granger was sitting at the tombstone of the last friend she had. It had been a year now since the death of Voldemort and the victory of the light; but that victory came with a price, the loss of her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix the official and unofficial with members all went down in battle with the exception of Ginny and Remus. They where so brave, they knew that they probably would not survive yet they fought anyway to ensure that the darkness would not prevail. She thought that she could move on in the Wizarding World after it was all over. She almost succeeded too, and then everywhere she went there were reminders of the good times that they had; Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts, Hogsmeade, Hogwarts, The Ministry of Magic, Grimmauld Place all held memories of the good and the bad. She was able to hold on with Ginny and Remus for a year she even attended their wedding, sadly, they too were gone, taken by Dragon Pox. Of all the ways for them to go. They fought against and helped to defeat the most powerful wizard alive only to die from something like that. Ginny lost the child first, then herself; Remus succumbed shortly thereafter. It was a strange thing, werewolves where immune to almost everything that the wizarding world had to offer yet, he caught it. Hermione refused to leave him even with the threat of catching the disease herself, she stayed and they talked about his life during Hogwarts and the friends he had besides James, Sirius and Peter. A man named Rupert Giles, a student two years ahead of them. He knew about Remus yet it did not bother him and he kept the secret, even made sure that Snape kept his word about not revealing anything about that night when Remus almost killed him. The letters where brief at the beginning but they did keep in touch as much as possible, as much as Remus could with all the moving around he did.

“He will look after you when I am gone. He is a good man, flawed but good and he will protect you with his life if need be. Please promise me love, I need to know you are safe when I am gone”. Hermione smiled softly, sighed and took his hand “I can take care of myself Remus, but I will look him up if I need help” she replied. It seemed to satisfy him and he went back to sleep

Now looking at his tombstone it seemed like the only logical place to go. “ I am going to the States Remus I can’t stay here anymore it hurts too much. Maybe it is the change I need to move on, this Watcher business seems like a good place to put my talents to good use. I will see you in the next life. “ She replied before kissing his tombstone

Here lies Remus John Lupin
Beloved Friend
Mentor
And Husband
He will be missed

To the right read
Ginevra M. Weasley Lupin
Beloved Friend
Sister and Wife
To the right held a stone that held a stone with all the names of the Order that was lost, some names she did not know others that she knew by hart

Emmeline Vance
Sirius Orion Black
Albus Dumbledore
Alister Mad Eye Moody
Molly Prewett Weasley
Arthur Weasley
Bill Weasley
Charles Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Fleur Delacour Weasley
Kingsley Shacklebolt
Hestia Jones
Mundugus Fletcher
Deadalus Diggle
Elphis Dodge
Aberforth Dumbledore
Arabella Figg
Minerva McGonagall
Sturgis Podmore
Severus Snape
Rubeus Hagrid
Olypmpe Maxime Hagrid
Nymphodora Tonks Shacklebolt
Andromeda Black Tonks
Ted Tonks

THOSE THAT WHERE ORDER IN SPIRIT
Padma Patil
Luna Lovegood
Neville Longbottom
Hannah Abbott
Collin Creevy
Lavender Brown
Katie Bell
Oliver Wood
Lee Jordan
Dean Thomas
Cho Chang
Percy Weasley
Ronald Weasley
Harry Potter

She had to go, too much death, not enough life she needed change and California seemed like the logical place to start. She packed her small purse with only the things she needed and left Grimmauld Place for the last time.

Meanwhile in a small apartment in Sunnydale California

Rupert Giles, only know as Giles to most he knew, was reading the paper in his apartment in Sunnydale. Things were so quiet now that the kids where gone off to college. As much as it annoyed him to have them walking in unannounced and raiding his refrigerator he missed that energy. He missed Buffy most of all, being mentor to her. He never had a child, Buffy was the closest thing to it. He thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door. He opened the door to a pretty girl with bushy hair and brown eyes.
“ Hello, I am Hermione Granger. May I come in Mr Giles?”

Mirror,Mirror

2008-06-19T22:01:27Z

Pairing: too many to mention
Rating: NC17 for lemons, limes, violence, blackcest, and other wolf like behavior
Summery: During the final battle Hermione is thrown into a parallel universe were the dead are alive enemies are her freinds and other various shocks. Will she ever be able to get home?

A/N Hermione is sucked into a world that is a "mirror image" of her own.The challenge found on WIKTT did not have much rules so I borrowed some from another AU challenge by Mistress Vamp that was found on GE. There is so much to mention about the challenge that will be written when it comes up. formerly known as Pop goes the Weasel. This fic has all book spoilers up to and including DH.

The wild haired brown-eyed girl known as Hermione Granger was beaten, bloody and tired. She did not want to move from her spot from where she was sitting in the Shrieking Shack. Across from her was the body of her mentor, partner and lover Severus Snape the latest victim of the battle waging all around her.

The dark wizard known as Voldemort had terrorized the wizarding world for many years until his supposed demise in 1981 when a killing curse backfired on him. He was threatened by a prophecy concerning a child, during the night he tried to eliminate that child when the incident occurred. The boy grew up to be one of her best friends Harry Potter. Out of loyalty to her friend she stuck by him through everything. What made Voldemort so invincible were the objects he stored his soul in so he could not die a normal death. What Harry didn’t now but she knew is that he himself was an object Hecrux and he himself would have to die to a certain extent to defeat his enemy. A truth she was not allowed to divulge but will be known soon. Harry was on his way to the Headmaster’s office to view this fact. It was an honorable goal but like all things was a price. She lost everyone she had ever loved or cared for in this bloody battle.
Every last member of her family, Dumbledore, Mad Eye, The Weasleys who where like her parents, Sirius, Ron, Remus, Tonks Ginny, Luna, Neville, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Hagrid, and Professor McGonagall. It was just she and Harry now. She was tired of the death and destruction, she just wanted to rest and go with them. Then she had a startling thought. Death was needed to destroy the Hecrux left in Harry, but what if he chooses to stay with the dead instead of returning and finishing the battle? It was always a possibility that he would not return, Dumbledore always said that free will was a major factor in magic and spells. Her mind went back to a conversation she had with Tonks shortly after burying Dumbledore.

“I am so scared Tonks” The older woman put her arms around her and said, “ It is perfectly natural to be afraid right now. I would be more concerned if you where not.” “Do you think it is hard to die?”

“No, I don’t think so, I have been close to death enough times to know it is nothing to be afraid of. What would scare me is that all that I worked hard for would be in vain.”

If she let go without seeing this through then everything would have been for nothing, and Tonks and the rest of them meant too much to her to let that happen. Severus had a plan in this eventuality. He was always prepared for almost anything.

She looked down at the rings that where on her fingers on her right hand. They where given to her for her protection during the battle. It did not seem necessary to wear anymore. She pulled them off and put them in her vest pocket where she had a secret pocket, a pocket Severus insisted on.

She then leaned down and kissed Severus’s cold lips. “ I will be with all of you soon, I just need to be certain that it is over first, Save a seat for me love”. She went into his waistcoat and removed a yellow stone on a gold chain and a potion from his secret pocket he had sewed in years ago. She put the stone around her neck and drank the potion. She then took her wand in one hand, and took the elder wand that Harry left with her and put it in her back pocket. She Apparated to the school grounds humming “Pop Goes the Weasel” memories of her life flashed in her mind

All around the mulberry bush, The monkey chased the Weasel

Meeting Ron and Harry on the train for the first time

The monkey chased the Weasel

Florish and Blotts with her parents buying books for her first year; Mr. and Mrs. Weasley accompanying them for the second year books, Mr. Weasley standing up for them to Mr. Malfoy

The monkey stopped to pull the sock

Visiting Hagrid at his hut, talking about their adventures

Pop goes the Weasel

Meeting Bill and Charlie for the first time;
Charlie showing her dragons for the Tri Wizard Tournament
Victor asking her out

Half a pound of Temmpy Ice,

Fred and George selling their experiments in the Griffondor common room,

Half a pound of Tricle,

Meeting Remus on the train, feeling his calm patience in the classroom,

Mix it up and Make it Nice

Hermione, Ginny and Tonks bonding over a pillow fight in Grimmauld Place

Pop Goes the Weasel

Sirius putting up Christmas Decorations and dancing with her all night at Grimmauld Place

Up and down the city Road

Bonding with Kingsley over a snow ball fight

In and out the Eagle

Staying up with Bill during the full moon

That the way the money goes

Remus proposing to her

Pop goes the Weasel

Dumbledore’s smiling in welcome each year at Hogwarts

For you might sew and sew

Picking flowers with Neville and Luna for Herbology

That’s the way the money goes

Walking hand and hand through Knockturn ally with Severus

Pop goes the Weasel

She stood in the great hall surrounded by Death Eaters and bodies of the fallen the DA, The Qudditch Team, The professors, all went down valiantly in battle. In the middle of the bodies was Harry, eyes closed peacefully. He must have deduced that she had the wand “Give me the elder wand or die like your precious Harry.” For a moment all she could do was stare at Harry’s face, her best friend was gone. The last reason for living or fighting was gone. It only strengthened her resolve to be sure that the Voldemort would die for good this night, she didn’t care if she had to die to do it.

Voldemort must have been so distracted by his apparent victory he did not see Harry’s spirit smirk at her and enter the stone around her neck.

“You are pathetic, to think I was afraid of you. You are a hypocrite and a liar. You claim to be pureblood when you started this little cause all the while you are half blood. You kill people that are defenseless and too young to defend themselves. You allow other to do your work and die for your cause while you sit away watching the carnage. You are even afraid of death you bloody coward.

You are useless in the old ways that nearly destroy you, it nearly destroyed you then and it will destroy you now.”

He growled in rage and grabbed a wand from the closest death eater and went after her.

She knew she was nothing compared to Voldemort, but she gave a good fight, thanks to Snape, Sirius and others showing her how to duel.

The lore of the elder wand was one of the many things she learned over the years, a truth that dawned on her while she was fighting. In all the lore she studied about the wand it said that there were two ways to gain ownership, a duel, or the previous owner willingly give it up. Harry willingly gave her the wand he won from Draco, the one that disarmed Dumbledore in the first place, the owner of the elder wand. This means that even if Voldemort gets it he can’t kill her because the wand accepted her as owner. She could hear Harry in her mind say “that’s right Hermione, always the intelligent one.” She was startled by his voice and paused for a fraction of a second.

Her moment’s pause enables Voldemort to knock her over and grab the elder wand from her pocket. “Goodbye Mudblood” he said coldly as he raised the wand to end it all.

“ See you in Hell Tom” she replied defiantly.

Voldemort said the words that should have ended it all for her but like she predicted the wand knew her to be the true master of the wand. The curse was forced the curse back and killing Voldemort for good. Before she could react another beam of light forced her backward into a mirror that was in the corner. She remembered hitting the mirror then nothing else.

Pink Hair and Potions

2008-06-19T21:51:02Z

Pairings: too many to mention

Rating: NC17 for language violence , mild drug use and blackcest

Summery: Tonks and Hermione the last survivors of the war get thrown back in time by mysterious means. Can they change the dark future future or will things move on as the did before?

A/N: while writing a harry/tonks story occurred to me that there are very few if any stories of Tonks going back, or Tonks and Hermione going back together. The idea is now merged with my other time-turner story(Formerly known as Gold Watches and Black Leather Books). Mix together new and hopefully improved time turner fic emerges. The challenge was as follows:
Lucius or Lucius/Severus or even James/Sirius/Remus pairings.
R rating or above
NO previous relationship with Ron or Harry, unless platonic
Involvement of Abraxas Malfoy part of the challenge the rest is mine.
The story was not progressing as I envisioned it so I decided to revise.
All book spoilers are involved to some degree including DH consider yourself warned(The storyline however is not strict cannon)

August 30 1999
Hermione Granger was laying on the sofa in the library of number twelve Grimmauld Place her usual place to find comfort. It was evening and she had changed into her short nightgown and robe. The room was square with bookcases covering every inch of the walls. The books were on every known subject known to wizard kind and in the center were comfortable sofas and armchairs in a circle and a table to have a drink or food while lounging around reading a book. It always had a comforting feeling that she often used to calm herself during the worst times of the war. She still came here even though the war was over for over a year.

This house held horrible memories but ironically it was the place were she felt the most joy and comfort she had in a long time. Only she and Tonks where the only ones of all the people they ever knew survived the war. Harry defeated Voldemort but in his last act of spite he cursed Harry with a fatal injury that slowly killed him.

When Harry finally died it was a mercy; he was finally released from the anguish his life had become. In Harry’s will he left the house and all money and possessions that he owned from the Potters and godfather Sirius to her and Tonks equally. Hermione was reluctant to stay in the house at first but Tonks wanted to stay and Tonks was all she had left so she gave in. Her mother and father survived the attempt on their lives but were driven mad by it. Even if they were alive in body they were not alive in mind , trapped in a ward at St Mungo’s next to the Longbottoms

She knew how much it meant to Tonks to stick it to the family by being the one in control. They disowned her mother, made her and her father a target for the sin of what they were, impure beings that did not deserve to live. It pleased her to be able to stand in front of the portrait and tell Mrs. Black that the Tonks had won and there was nothing she could do about it. Hermione aided Tonks in her revenge by permanently sticking Mrs. Black’s lips together so she could not insult her or Tonks anymore and have to listen to them rant at her for a change.

Tonks was sympathetic to Hermione for what she believed to be haunted by memories of their shared past. It was true of course, but what she did not know, what even Harry or Ron did not know, was that she was haunted by another past.

Since the age of five Hermione had dreams, some strange, some terrifying, of a woman who was a witch. Hermione was not surprised at all when the representative of Hogwarts came to her home to tell her of her gift. She had already known of the existence of magic from her dreams. What did surprise her, and disturbed her, was that she had dreamed of Harry, presumably his father from how strikingly similar they looked, Lily Potter, Tonks, her mother Andromeda,Kingsley, someone that looked like him, Dumbledore, his brother Aberforth, The Longbottoms, Mrs. Longbottom, Barty Crouch Sr, someone that looked like Daphne Greengrass but older, Professor Quirrell, Madame Pomfrey, Professor Slughorn, Madame Pince, Filch, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy someone that look like him, Avery,Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, presumably the elder Lestrange, Bellatrix Lestrange, McGonagall, Hagrid, Professor Snape, someone that looked like him, Remus, someone that looked similar to him, Welburga Black, Sirius, the elder Black,his brother Regulus, Peter Pettigrew, Figg, Emeline, Podmore, Diggle, Doge, and Voldemort himself before she ever met them. The strange thing was with the exception of Remus and Sirius, they did not show any recognition whatsoever.

Then there was the house, a house and a house- elf Kreacher that she dreamed of many times before entering.

She could see visions of what it looked like before the years of decay after the death of Mrs. Black. She would hear sounds of a record player, sounds of boots, people talking. She would smell the smell of expensive tabacco and a strange yet pleasant scent of a lavender perfume. This voices and sounds would stop when she entered the room where it came from. In many cases it would be the old drawing room. There where times that Hermione could almost swear she could feel the feelings of loss anger regret, loneliness and feelings of being smothered by the greatness of the house at times.

Hermione was curious at what Kreacher knew but he seemed to have some sort of fear and loathing towards her other than the fact that she was muggle born. He would mumble odd things, “Miss Ella, Miss Ella is back, my poor mistress how heartbroken she was” “Master Orion was a bad man, and needed to be punished” “poor Miss Cissy and Miss Bella cut out of everything”

Then there was Mrs. Blacks rants that she directed at Hermione that did not make any sense.

“Love vampire, defiler of homes, how dare you return to the house of my fathers!”

All disturbing in themselves but not as disturbing, freighting and confusing as Remus and Sirius behavior towards her when she moved into the house before her fifth year at Hogwarts.

The witch expected Sirius to be moody and restless with the terrible position that he was put in. A friend framed him for murder, said friend killed his best friend and brother along with his wife and orphaned their son whom he was named godfather to. Being locked up in jail away from his godson and his last remaining friend. Coming so close to proving his innocence and having it taken away from him, forced to live on the run then returning home and locked in his own home, a home that he so despised. Remus on the other hand surprised her. Hermione always admired the fact that the werewolf kept his good humor and kindness in the face of hate and prejudice. When he permanently moved in when his house burned down his demeanor towards her began to change.

He was kind and generous to her as he always was but when it was believed that she was not looking he would stare at her with a haunted, pained look in his eyes. Sirius displayed different somewhat shocking behavior than Remus.

He would be sullen yet friendly to her as always, then at a drop at a hat his eyes and demeanor would change. His eyes had a predatory lustful glow about them, like she was his and wanted her back. The most disturbing thing was that his eyes that would normally be a fathomless gray would turn a strange white blue. It was as though he was possessed by something else. Thank goodness that Remus kept an eye on things, he had cornered her one time. The witch shuddered to think at what could have happened had the lycan not been there.

Then one night she overheard a strange conversation that answered questions but posed so many more. “What is going on with you Padfoot? That is the third time I had to keep you from Hermione”

“Did I hurt her?”he asked in a small childlike voice.

“No, but I am certain you are scaring her witless right now.” He replied.

“ I honestly don’t know what to say Moony. I swear this house is haunted. I used to think it was just the memories of a lonely childhood, but now that I am back it feels different. I feel and see Orion and Regulus in these rooms. I think one of them has taken control of my body for Merlin knows what, I never seem to remember what I do after.” Then he pauses and says “I am also remembering things about our seventh year that I had not before.” says Sirius in a bewildered and confused voice.

The werewolf sighs and said, “Yes I remember too, I did not want to mention it thinking that I was what Harry and his friends would say ‘going mental." He paused and hesitantly added "I don’t even know what is my own feelings or someone else’s feelings. It is so jumbled and confusing I do not know what to feel about it.”

“Do you think Jacobs and Hermione are the same person?”Asked Sirius.

Remus with a tired haunted expression answered“I don’t know Padfoot, I honestly do not know. We both saw Jacobs die and being put in the ground, but I can’t deny the similarities between the two are uncanny. Do the others feel the same things we do?”

“If they do they have not said anything to me about it. Has Hermione said anything about what happened to anyone else?” asked Padfoot his voice full of apprehension.

“No I do not believe she has or would. Not that she would have any chance to say anything now with the war upon us." replied the sympathetic werewolf.

“Poor girl, as if she did not have enough to deal with. Thanks for being here Moony, I don’t know what I would do if I hurt her.” Sirius replied in a muffled tone, indicating his habit of putting his face in his hands in contemplation or fear.

She heard the sound of what sounded like a pat on the shoulder. “I have faith in you. It is not in you to do something like that and I think she knows it too. We will figure this out” said Remus in a reassuring tone that always seemed to make many people including Sirius, feel better

Hermione crept back to her room thanking Orion Black’s paranoia that included masking werewolf senses.

The wild haired witch understood that it was not Sirius’s fault but it also raises the question why would his brother and father want with her? Why was no one effected in this house other then the three of them? Who was Jacobs anyway?

The universe decided that it wanted Hermione to be in the dark. As far as she knew Sirius and Remus did not know anything more and they both were killed during the duration of the war. When she asked Tonks about someone named Jacobs she did not know, she was not aware of anyone by that name.

Hermione who didn’t much believe in the afterlife felt as though she felt the presence of Sirius and Remus in the house. At first she thought that it was the grief messing with her mind until the day before Harry’s death he said that he saw them too.

“I see them as clear as day sometimes, trying to give as much comfort as they can. I feel that it is time for me to move on.”

Hermione could fell the tears welling up at that comment and could not say anything.

Harry smiled and stroked her hair.

“No one could ask for a better friend, even when I was so thick I could not admit it. Whatever reason for Sirius and Remus being stuck here, I am sure you will figure it out. You where always brilliant in that area.”

Harry’s eyes begin to close he was always tired from the continuous loss of blood from his wound on his side that never healed. “ You have to live on, someone has to make it, to continue what we started and I can’t think of anyone better than you and Tonks.”

He weakly added, “I love you” before he fell asleep again. That night she felt something in her room and when she looked up she saw the grief stricken face of Sirius looking down at her. The next morning bright and early she went to check on Harry and found he passed on in his sleep.

Now she hardly left the house, it hurt too much to go outside and see places that she spent time with her loved ones. All it did was remind her of her loses, so she retreated to the place where she felt the safest, the library that had so much fascinating information about things that she never dreamed existed.

Tonks comes in with her boxer shorts and robe that barley covered the rest of her. “Mione love, it’s getting late maybe it is time to go to bed,” she said with a suggestive tone in her voice.

Hermione sighed and put the book down on the table nearest to her. Hermione knew that the feelings Tonks had for her where strong and real. Hermione however could not feel anything but the need for human contact after the loss of everyone she had ever loved. So she fell into the habit of sleeping in the same bed with her and it progressed from there. She had true affection for Tonks but she did not know if it would ever turn to the love that Tonks deserved. The dark haired witch could feel her soft hand stroking her leg trying to convince Hermione to go with her. As she came in closer for a kiss she knocked the tea that was on the table over. In the corner of her eye Hermione saw the tea go under the bookcase to her left. “What is the matter love?” asked Tonks confused at her reaction. “Tonks look, at the bookcase” The witch went over felt up the sides and found a latch. She opened it and found a narrow passageway into a room of some kind.

It was as big as the Gryffindor common room with a window in the ceiling. The color was a soft blue with a matching old-fashioned closet, dressing table. A Four poster Canopy bed a slightly darker color blue was at the farthest corner of the room.

There was a black leather bound book on the dressing table, and a rather strange gold watch without a chain. At the dressing table she saw a bottle of perfume. Hermione was shocked when she smelled the lavander scent that has been haunting her for years.

“I remember hearing my mum telling my dad a story of Orion Black was truly in love with someone other than his wife Walburga. Not that they really loved each other really. She died and he went mad, locking everything of hers away. There was also rumors that he was the one that killed her. The official ruling was an accident but most that knew her were not so sure.” She said with a shudder. “This place is creepy. Let’s get out of here.”

“What was her name Tonks?” asked Hermione.

Her heart almost stopped from the shock when she heard Tonks reply

“I do not know her real name. The one they called her was Ella”

Hermione seemed to be hypnotized by the watch and picked it up to admire it.

As Tonks turned to go an eclipse started to form, and Tonks tripped over the vanity chair knocking another perfume bottle on the book. Hermione in her haste dropped the watch on the book and helped Tonks up. The last thing that they saw was a bright light as the eclipse hit the book and a tingling as if a Portkey were being used.

August 30 1977
The grounds keeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, known only as Hagrid, was making his rounds as he always did this early in the morning. He was ready to go into the Forbidden Forest when he saw something rather strange. Two figures both women on the ground, lying perfectly still. He goes to them and he sees that they where in some sort of undergarments that he never saw before. He checked their pulses and found that they were alive but unconscious.
He covers them with his long coat and runs to get Madame Pomfrey and the Headmaster