Chapter 3: Forgotten past

 

 

She paced the floor nervously, the lustrous surroundings going unbeknownst to her.  Was it worth the risk? Could she honestly say that what he was about to do would cause more harm then good.

 

“What’s really going to happen after you do this spell Tom?” May ask silently as she stopped in front of the fire that held no warmth to her cool skin.

 

“Your dream will come true…the child you so desperately desire will be yours.” He said lightly as he stepped out dark corner and came into the light. The firelight cast an orange glow to his white skin, his long wavy black hair, shinned brightly in the moonlight coming from the long windows. Dressed in head to toe black, with his pale skin, blood red lips and black soulless eyes, his classically beautiful features, making him appear a dark angel in the night.

 

“As much as I don’t understand magic…I know your lying to me, and if this goes wrong, so help me god, I swear I will skin the flesh off your bones and death will be nothing compared to what I will do to you.” May whispered in a cool voice, filled with hatred and loathing. Like her voice, his laughter was filled with cruelty. Unlike others that shuddered at the sound, she made no move. Her composure never waiving, that was one of many things he loved about his May…and drove him more over the edge to be with her, to strip her bare, and consume that confidence that reeked from her every pore. Her stubborn, refusal to bend was both exhausting and exhilarating…one of the only Muggles he ever liked.

 

“You’re so smart, figure it out yourself, but I will tell you the deal ends at midnight, so are you ready or not?” He asked calmly casting a brief glance at the gold antique clock on the mantle showing 11:30 p.m.  With grace and poise oozing from her very being, she walked calmly to the bed and took a seat on the edge, crossing her slim legs, back straight, hands folded on her lap. Head titled just so showing of her lovely face that haunted his dreams. He walked slowly to her, stopping just a nary foot away towering above her.

 

“Why must you hate me?” He asked as he pulled a long wooden wand from an inside pocket of his cloak and pointed it at the door.   

 

“What makes you think I hate you?” She asked affronted as if shocked by the very accusation.

 

“Oh, let’s see, I tell you I love you, you tell me that’s nonsense, I ask you to marry me, you say no. You threaten me on a regular basis, you mock me like a child, everything I ask you have a rude, condescending answer. What should I think?” He demanded heatedly as he reached down and grabbed her roughly by her slim shoulders, the urge to         hurt her all consuming as he looked at her, his black eyes  filled with hate and pain from her constant rejection of him. She closed her eyes before she looked at him, tears filled her lovely orbs and in a voice filled with bone aching tiredness, she spoke.

 

“Because I can’t be your means to an end Tom, You seek to destroy everything and anything I believe in, you are consumed by a hatred that I could never feel, you loath everything about me, You hate yourself, and for that I pity you. Your self-destructive nature will kill you Tom. I cannot save you. I cannot watch the man I love kill himself, or things that ought not to happen, happen. I will not let you feed your hate off me. That’s why I left, I could no longer watch you, I had to live, I’ve died a thousand deaths, since I left, But even now I see, you’ll never change, and I can only pray that by doing this, I can give you some peace. That as black as your soul is that somehow, this will help, that this one act will save you.” She said, as the hands that held her tightly loosened from her shoulders. She stood up on her toes, whispered one last pray, before her lips pressed on his, sealing both of their fates.

 

 

 

“You’re cheating again…” Hermione giggled as she prodded the bishop whom was yelling not to put him there.

 

“How can I cheat, it’s your chess set…” Harry laughed lightly as he looked at the grinning witch.

 

“Because all you do is that silly grin of yours and they all do your bidding.” She said with a laugh.

 

It was a hot afternoon. A week had passed since his last episode of humiliation and as they sat in the shade under one of many round tables at Mione’s Grandparents home, he couldn’t help but feel the constant tension he felt slip away.  However, the environment he was in was not one he was use too. First their was the home as Mione like to call it, but in Harry’s opinion it was and others would probably agree, a castle, not as large as Hogwarts, but just as impressionable. Second was her Grandparents themselves. Lord Gerald Drake Montgomery, was a one man Harry would never fight, at the age of 71, he was tall, with short silvery/white hair, and goatee, dark blue eyes, and an aristocrat through and through. He put the for in formal, but with his youngest granddaughter, he was a big old teddy bear catering to her every whim and then some. Even if she would not be 16 until September she already had three cars at her disposal, her own ship, complete with crew, her own jet and personal fitness trainer, along with a private house cleaner. Her room was twice the size of the house on Privet Dr. Yet he was astounded that for all the things she did have, she never used, but mere minutes after meeting her grandmother he understood why. Lady Emily Rose Sinclair-Montgomery was nothing like her husband. An almost identical copy of his best friend, he was filled with joy as he looked at the woman knowing this is what his best friend would look like when she was that age. Not only did they look alike, but Harry could now see where Hermione got her attitude and personality as well. Both amazing intelligent Eme as she liked to be called, instilled in Hermione that only with knowledge can a person grow, her love of books began as a child and that is what she wanted for her granddaughter as well. Both where stubborn as mules, amazingly kind, Hermione though still young showed signs of a very calm composure, that Eme seemed to possess in bucketfuls. Both had different taste in things: Eme was a bit quicker to criticize, Hermione had the sharper tongue, Eme liked her appearance to be well groomed; Hermione was comfortable in cut offs and a tank top. However, it was plain as the sun that both loved one another very much, and the thought of losing each other would be devastating for either of them. Her family on a whole was one that he couldn’t keep count of…being the youngest made it even more enjoyable as to who’s son was which uncle or cousin or which second cousin brother’s daughter was. Nevertheless, all were very close knit and that was the best part. Hermione who had been busy the past few years had visitors galore and was constantly explaining what she had been doing, where she had been, and whom she had been seeing. So as they spent the lazy afternoon taking a break from their summer work it wasn’t really a surprise when one of her gazillion cousin to come join them.

 

“Oh My God…Mione is that you?” screamed a highly accented voice in a gushy sort of way. Harry turned blinded by the typical blond hair that most of Mione’s relatives seemed to have and watched as two more cousins came into view by the French doors and walked down the stone steps to the patio around the large pool. Harry smiled warmly at the other two a young man in his late teens and a young woman, about the same age. The three teens were Mione’s' Uncle Malcolm children in for the day to visit.

 

“So is this Charlie…it’s nice to meet you...” Mary-Lynn the eldest of the three said as she held out a fine boned hand, that Harry took, He cast a brief glance only assuming that she meant Ron her other best friend, but the look she gave was sort of pensive, sighing quickly she said in her matter of fact tone.

 

“No, this is Harry…my best friend…May I ask who told you about Charlie?” She asked quickly, her face expressionless.

 

“Oh well, I heard your parents talking at Grandmum’s party last week and they said that you were going out with someone by the name of Charlie, Sorry I just thought with you two sitting here…” Mary trailed off, as she looked sheepishly down.

 

“Not a problem, Charlie is Ron’s brother, and He working right now.” Harry said as he looked at his best friend, his eyes unfocused. Like a kick in the stomach, he took a quick breath before saying.

 

“So where are you three from?” he said as he plastered a small fake smile on his face as if nothing happened.

 

The awkward tension that filled the black haired teen slowly disappeared…leaving behind other thoughts and feelings. Such thought as “How come she didn’t say anything to me?”  “Does she not trust me anymore?” “Why is this bothering me so much?” Questions like these plagued his mind through out the day, but by outward appearance, he put up a good front. The four teens spent the day relaxing and talking getting to know one another, catching up with one another.

 

“Lady Granger more guests have arrived shall I show them to a parlor…” Anton the head butler asked regally, nose up in the air.

 

“No, dinner’s soon, so tell the cook we’ll be having more for dinner and send them out her, and if Carrie is still here can you send her out here too?” Mione asked politely.

 

“Why are you so formal with your servant but with house elves you make such a big deal about them and always scold Ron and me for asking them for anything?” Harry asked quickly.

 

“Because unlike Anton whom makes $75,000 lbs a year Harry, House-elves don’t…Anton get paid vacations, two days off a week, sick pay, Health and medical benefits, plus a pension…Understand the difference.” Mione said lightly as she polished her nails, a frosty pink to match the halter top and cut-off she was wearing.

 

“Yes…” Harry answered quickly, feeling like a schmuck.

 

“Don’t worry Harry, I’ve decided to take a different approach and take it to a better level, one that I’m not mocked or ridiculed at…So you’re off the hook.” Mione said loftily. Dreading asking, but at the same time curious. He took a breath before asking in a brightly fake voice.

 

“Really, how so?” He asked lightly. The three cousins quiet as they watched the two friends.

 

“I’ve hired a lawyer to do some comprehensive research on House-Elf  laws and draw up a synopsis as the best approach for helping them but at the same time, ensure they get what they deserve...without upsetting them.” She replied casually.

 

“So no more spew?” Ron asked casually, as he walked outside, Followed by Ginny, Fred, George, and Charlie.

 

“No, complete waste of time…this is a much better approach where I don’t feel my efforts are wasted.” Mione said as the rest joined them. Charlie taking the seat next to her, and Mione introducing them to her cousins, The awkward silence that surrounded the group earlier settling over them once more, but Nana and Papa as Mione dubbed them put an end to that as well as Mione’s and Mary’s parents came out as well. The sun was just beginning to set the cloud rimmed in red looked to be on fire, and as twilight descended the group Mione sighed looked to Charlie, then to Nana, before saying in her ever calm voice.

 

“Nana can Harry and I be excused?” Mione asked as she stood up and looked at her grandmother, her eyes cloudy as if exhausted, lips pressed in a grim line, face flushed.

 

“Yes, of course….would you like me to have Carrie bring you tea? Eme asked lightly.

 

“Yes, thank you, we’ll be in the Library…” Mione said quietly. With a quick nod, she turned and started up towards the French doors. Harry following behind. Half way to the Library, she stopped, opened a door and rushed in. Harry bewildered by her actions, opened the door to hear the sound of retching, gagging and more retching, and followed by the sound of a toilet flushing. Unsure of what to do, he slipped into the room to see his best friend, kneeling over a pale blue toilet, one arm over the seat, her head face down resting on her arm, the other arm around her stomach. He squatted down next to her and asked quietly. A vague suspicion coming to mind.

 

“Mione you alright, if your sick you should have said something, I could just go back home.” Harry said softly.

 

“I’m not sick Harry, and I know it’s finding out about me and Charlie that makes you want to leave, So if you want to go that’s fine..” she said in a hoarse whisper, as she lifted her head up ever so slightly to look at him, her brown eyes filled with tears. His heart shattered as he looked at her, with trembling fingers, he reached forward and wiped them away. Pulling her protectively in his arms. His worst suspicion confirmed as she lay there sobbing her heart out in the arms of her best friend.