Disclaimer: You know what? I own everything...everything! *starts
laughing like a mad-woman* No, I'm kidding. I just own Maya Miller,
Mathilde, Jessica, and the plot. I want to thank JKR (who invented
the HP characters), Jacy (who has the patience of beta-reading for
me. Thank you!), my best friend Katia (you rock!) and my "angel".
Thank you for all you support!
Summary: "Give me a reason to believe that you're gone/ I see your
shadow so I know they're all wrong/ Moonlight on the soft brown
earth/ It leads me to where you lay/ They took you away from me but
now I'm taking you home (Evanescence "Even In Death")". It has been
five years since Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Draco Malfoy's
lives were lost to the magical world. Now, after all that time and
after Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown and Virginia Weasley had to
learn how to live without their "hearts", something happens, bringing
back memories that take them to a place they wished they could
forget.
Important Note: This story was written before the release of the Book
5, so I'm just telling you that Sirius is very much alive, thanks
very much, however another life has been lost in his place (you'll
find out who in the story). Thank you for the attention.
Scars from The Past
Chapter 1: Memories from The Past
The alarm-clock was already sounding off for some minutes,
until one smooth hand appears from the covers and turns it off.
Seconds later, one large yawn can be heard and two stretched arms
appear from under the white sheets, followed by a sleepy head. One
girl, twenty-five years old, extends herself in the large bed,
preparing herself for a new day at work. Her long brown hair is
secured in a tress braid and her brown eyes are trying to adjust
themselves to the light that was coming from the semi-open window.
The girl closes her eyes and let her ears catch the sound she most
loves to hear in the morning: the sound of the waves coming and
going. That was the best sound that could come into her room when she
prepares herself to sleep, and was the sound she expects to hear
first thing in the morning. After a few minutes in bed with a smile
on her face, letting herself be enchanted by the beautiful melody
from the sea, the girl drags her legs off the mattress and gets up.
Once standing, she stretches and walks towards the mirror besides the
window. When she sees her reflection, she takes off the elastic
securing her hair and starts taking out the braid. Seconds after, a
cascade falls down her back stopping at her waist, waving with help
of the sea breeze coming in from the window, making the white
curtains sway lightly. She starts to brush her long hair until she
secures it in a pony-tail. She goes to her huge cupboard beside her
bed and opens its doors. She takes out black trousers and a white
chemise; even on a hot day, that was the kind of clothing that makes
her comfortable at work. While preparing herself to take a bath,
after putting her clothes over the bed, a knock is heard on her
door. "Can I came in?" asks a voice.
"No, you have to pay," she answers.
A muffled laugh can be heard from outside and the door opens. A girl
with red hair down to her elbows, smooth and flaming, with a jean
skirt and a white top comes in.
"You're too funny," answers the girl.
"I know." answers the friend, holding a towel. "Why did you come
here?"
"I just wanted to say I'm going to work and that Lav has already made
breakfast."
"Tell me you're kidding, Gin."
"Nope. Sorry Mio, but it's the truth," answers the red-haired
girl. "Lav made breakfast?" repeats the brown-haired girl. She
lowers her voice. "Is it edible?"
Ginny releases a laugh.
"To be honest no; I had to eat cereal. Lav said she had a nightmare
last night, and because she didn't want to fall asleep again, she
decided to cook."
Hermione lowers her head, defeated.
"Very well. Are you going to work?"
"Yes," answers Ginny "Lav just left, she said she wanted to arrive at
the hairdresser as quickly as possible."
Hermione rolls her eyes. "That means that I have to clean the
kitchen, right?"
"Yep," Ginny says, "I'm sorry, but I'm already late and my boss can
get really pissed off when there are any kind of delays."
Hermione smiles.
"You're the best journalist that can possibly exist, Ginny. I doubt
your boss will punish you for being five minutes late."
"Even so, it's better not to risk it. You don't mind, do you?"
"If I did, I wouldn't let you pass through that door," answers
Hermione, "But go; I want to take a bath before going to
work." "Thanks Mio, I will pay you back."
"The person who has to pay me back is Lavender. I don't even want to
imagine the confusion of that kitchen."
"I advise you to take a deep breath before going in. You know how Lav
is when she's cooking."
"Unfortunately," Hermione grumbles.
The two friends laugh until Ginny says goodbye and Hermione enters
the bathroom.
While the water runs down her body, Hermione can't help but
let her mind go back in time, go back to that terrible night, to the
year when everything collapsed for the three friends.
~*~
"Hey Mio, happy birthday!" exclaim Lavender and Ginny, entering
Hermione's room.
Hermione gets up from her bed and looks at the clock: it was midnight
and she just about to turn twenty (even if she had been born at four
thirty in the evening.)
"Thanks!" she answers, still a bit sleepy.
Both Lavender and Ginny sit on the bed, each one at Hermione's side,
and both give her their gifts:
"For the birthday girl," says Ginny.
Hermione gives them a small smile. "It wasn't needed," she answers,
accepting the gifts.
"Of course it wasn't, but we wanted to give them any way," answers
Lavender. "Come on, open them!"
Hermione agrees with her head but, when she's preparing to open
Lavender's gift, the phone rings and Ginny gets up.
"I'm going, but you can open the gifts if you want." Hermione nods
head but she resolves to wait for her friend. After a few seconds,
Ginny appears with the phone in her hand "It's the guys," she
says, "They want to talk to the birthday girl."
Hermione smiles and takes the phone.
"Yes?"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" exclaim three different voices
Hermione moves the phone away. When she knows there's silence, she
puts the phone to her ear again.
"Guys, there's no need to yell!"
"We know!" exclaims a voice, one that Hermione recognizes as being
Draco Malfoy.
"BUT IT'S FUN!" yells other voice, that didn't make any doubt of
being of Ronald Weasley's
"Mione?" asks the sweetest voice, the voice Hermione most liked to
hear: Harry Potter's voice.
"Yes, Harry?"
"I just wanted to say that we're going there, now."
"Now?!" exclaims Hermione, "But Harry, it's midnight and I don't
think it's safe for you to come here."
"That's nonsense; you know that I'm dying to try my car."
"But Harry, you live miles away from here. It's dangerous!"
"Come on Mione, don't get started. We're going to spend the whole day
with you."
"But...," starts Hermione; however Harry's voice appears from the
other side of the line.
"But nothing Mione, we'll be there in an hour, ok?"
Hermione looks at her friends. They nod their heads. "Ok but be
careful, all right?"
"Promise," answers Harry's voice. "See ya later."
"See ya later," repeats Hermione and one sound is heard, signaling
that Harry had hung up.
The three friends exchange a look before jumping off of Hermione's
bed and starting to prepare themselves for the boys' arrival. They
had decided not to live with the guys because they were capable of
making them go mad. The girls had decided to live together in a
country house close to the Muggle London so that Hermione could be
close to her parents, while the boys lived in the magical world close
to the Ministry.
Two hours had passed and there was no sign of the boys. The
three girls, prepared for a fun day, were sitting on the sofa and
chairs on the living-room looking at the enormous clock on the wall
over the fireplace. One more hour passed and Lavender turned the TV
on.
"...no one understands how the accident was possible," says the
announcer on the screen, where images of a car accident start to be
shown. "Clues that could justify an accident of this type can't be
found. Many specialists, who are already in the local area, say that
the truck must have been out of control because of a dead animal
which appeared on the road." The three girls notice that the truck
was turn to the side, that car had been literally crushed to pieces
and, in that moment, the truck was being lifted. Hermione raises her
eyebrow. The car seemed oddly familiar. "It has come to my attention
that the car involved in the accident is a white sportive Honda."
Hermione looks to the screen shocked: that was the description of the
car Harry had bought. It's then that the announcer appears,
preventing the girls to get a better look at the car. "This accident
involved three deaths," the three girls exchange a scared
look, "three young adults, about twenty years of age, all of them
male." Without wanting to hear more, Ginny starts to cry, followed by
Lavender and, finally, Hermione, who couldn't believe her friends
were killed in a car accident. It didn't seem possible and, moreover,
she felt guilty for not being successful in coaxing Harry and the
others not to come out at that hour. She felt so guilty.
Two days later, on a rainy afternoon, a crowd of people could
be seen, all dressed in black, around three grave-stones where three
names were written with three different
messages:
Draco Thomas
Malfoy
02-25-1978 to 09-19-
2003 A loyal friend, who
will never leave our
lives
Ronald Arthur
Weasley
05-18-1978 to 09-19-2003
Companion and true Gryffindor, who will never leave our
hearts
Harry James
Potter
07-31-1978 to 09-19-2003 Light
of hope, loyal and true friend, who will never leave our souls
In spite of the number of people that had come together on that sad
day, the cries which affected them the most were coming from the
three girls that were in front of the three grave-stones
respectively. It is then that something happens which shocks
everyone. The girl in the middle, with long wavy brown hair, snaps
her wand and throws it over Harry Potter's grave. Her example is
followed by the other two friends and, while the girl with red hair
throws her broken wand over Draco Malfoy's grave, the one with long
dark blonde hair throws hers over Ronald Weasley's. The three friends
were thinking in the same thing - They had to get way from that place
to get away from everything they were feeling.
~*~
Hermione opens her eyes and shuts the water. She couldn't
help but let several tears fall down her face. She still felt guilty
about everything that had happened and her soul still hurt just from
thinking about the accident. Shaking her head, she comes out of the
bathroom, dresses, and prepares herself for one more day at work as a
doctor.
~**~
"There, in two or three days, you can go back to school." says
Hermione, putting a bandage on the leg of the eleven years old
boy. "Are you sure it won't take longer?" asks the boy.
"Hmm," murmurs Hermione "Trying to skip classes, eh?!"
The boy lowers his head. "No," he whispers and Hermione
smiles. "There's no need to be embarrassed," she answers.
The boy looks at her and nods his head.
"So, when can I came back, I can take the bandage off?"
"In three days, you can come back." The boy nods and gets up from the
stretcher, while Hermione sits in her chair behind her desk. She
pulls out a pad and starts writing. "Give this to your mother, she
knows what it is."
The boy nods his head.
"Thanks Dr. Granger."
"It was nothing Michael, but be careful, ok?" the boy smiles, says
goodbye and leaves the office. Hermione holds the phone to her
ear. "Mathilde, you can send the next patient in." she says and hangs
up. Seconds later the door opens and a twenty-four year old woman
with long blonde hair comes in and goes to Hermione.
"This is the card Doctor. I'll send him in."
"Thanks Mathilde." says Hermione thankfully, and the secretary gets
out of the doctor's office but, after a brief moment, she enters
again with a man. She excuses herself and closes the door.
Hermione, who had been looking at the card paying no attention to the
name there or to the man, puts the card over her desk. "Excuse me for
saying this but, why did you come here? There's nothing on your
card." She looks again at the card, "Or I'm missing something?" She
still doesn't look at her patient, who had sat down in one of the two
chairs in front of the desk:
"The Doctor is correct, as always," answers the man and Hermione
feels her heart stop beating. "Though, there's no surprise; I'm
talking to Hermione Elizabeth Granger, the most brilliant student at
Hogwarts."
Hermione raises her head slowly and gives a small scream when her
eyes stare into two green emerald eyes. Quickly, Hermione closes her
eyes. This couldn't be happening. In front of her was a memory, a
ghost that belonged to her past. The ghost of Harry Potter.
~**~
Ginny lets out a strong breath of frustration; her desk was
in a state of total confusion where papers were everywhere, and
nothing could be found where she left it. Normally she was very
organized, but this morning, something didn't let her concentrate. A
voice inside of her was saying that something was going to happen.
She just couldn't say if this something was good or bad.
"Ginny!" calls a voice. She looks up and sees Jessica, a friend of
hers, in front of her desk. "Call for you; line four."
"Thanks Jess," says Ginny, thankfully. She looks for her phone and,
when she finally finds it, presses the key number 4. "Yes?"
For a few seconds, nothing is heard until.
"Ginny?"
Ginny feels her heart stopping...that voice.
"Yes?" she repeats, with her voice trembling a little.
"Come outside," answers the voice.
"Who is it?" asks Ginny, however the only answer she receives is a
dead connection. Ginny bites her lip. That voice. for how long she
hadn't heard that voice. but that was practically impossible; he was
dead. However, in spite of the fear she was feeling, Ginny gets up
from her chair and leaves the building.
While the lift was going down, Ginny was trying to remember the voice
on the phone and, while her mind was saying it was a lie and a joke,
her heart was saying that was the truth.
When the doors are pushed open and Ginny gets out from the lift, she
feels her heart stopping.
In front of her was Draco Malfoy.
~**~
Lavender closes the cash-register to go on a lunch break
when the door opens and a man comes in.
"Good morning!" compliments the man.
Lavender closes the machine and looks at the agenda. There was
nothing to be done in that hour.
"Good morning." she compliments, looking up. "Can I help you?"
She notices the man had a round cap in his head, which was odd since
it was a very hot day:
"I believe you can," he answers and Lavender looks at the stranger's
eyes - blue-sapphire. It was those eyes. Lavender could feel herself
entering shock and the man takes the round cap off, reveling flaming
red hair in a small pony-tail. "Can you fix my hair, Lav? I've been
thinking cutting it for a long time."
Lavender couldn't feel anything besides shock. Ronald Weasley was in
front of her? Alive?
"Ron?!" she asks, with her voice trembling. "But you're dead."
"No Lavender, I'm alive and here, in front of you." If the relief
that she was feeling wasn't so big, Lavender was sure she would have
fainted right there believing she was dreaming. How? "I know what
you're thinking." continues Ron, "How can I be here, in front of you
when, supposedly, I should be dead?" Lavender nods her head,
incapable to find words "Well, if you fix my hair, I promise I'll
tell you everything."
Without knowing how, Lavender grasps the hope that was really Ronald
Arthur Weasley who was in front of her and runs to the man's
arms. "It's you? It's really you? Or this is a dream?"
"Believe it Lavender," answers Ron against the girl's hair. "this is
the most pure truth and this isn't a dream. It's reality."
~**~
Ginny could feel the strength of her legs disappear in the
very second her eyes fall onto two grey ones which belong the man in
front of her. How could he be alive when he was dead? When he was
suppose to be dead and buried with her brother and best friend? How
could he come back from the dead? How?!
"Draco?!" she asks, grabbing the door so she wouldn't fall. The man
nods his head.
"In the flesh," he answers.
"But how?! You... You died five years ago!"
The man lowers his head.
"No, I pretend to be dead - like Ron and Harry."
Ginny starts to feel her heart stop beating.
"My brother and Harry?!" she repeats Draco nods again.
"They're alive, just like me."
"How do I know you're not a fraud?" she asks, feeling a little rage
inside of her. "How do I know you're not someone who is playing with
my pain?"
"Ny!" exclaims the man and Ginny shivers -only Draco Malfoy called
her that, since the night they shared their first kiss "Remember when
I called you that for the first time?" Ginny's eyes start to fill
with tears. "Remember when we were close to the lake and I kissed
you? When we were apart, I called you by that and I promised I'd
always call you by that name."
Ginny bites her lip and one tear falls down her face. No one had
knowledge of that night. She and Draco had promised not to tell
anyone.
"It's really you?" Draco nods his head. "But how? I saw your body...I
went to your, Ron and Harry's funeral."
"I know, but that accident needed to be done." He pauses. "If you
want to walk a bit, I promise I'll explain everything."
Without knowing why, Ginny steps away from the door, comes close to
the stranger and gives him a kiss. Without delay the man puts his
hands on her waist, and Ginny understands that it's really Draco
Malfoy who's in front of her. When she pulls away, Draco cleans the
tear that had fallen from her eye and both smile. Then, Ginny grabs
Draco's hand and escorts him to around the city, anxious to know what
had happened.
~**~
Hermione opens her eyes again hoping that all this was a
dream and that Harry Potter wasn't on her office. How could he be
there when he was dead? How could he been in her office when no one
in the wizarding world knew were she was? However, her breath stays
suspended when her eyes fall over a black haired man with green-
emerald eyes and a scar with a lighting form, which is visible with
help of the small breeze that coming in from the window behind
Hermione. She opens her mouth, but closes it again. How could someone
have the courage to do something like this to her?
"What joke is this?" she asks in a whisper, but high enough for the
stranger to hear.
"What are you talking about?" he asks.
Hermione looks at him, completely angry.
"Who do you think you are?" she asks, in a higher voice. "Do you
think you can come here, and play with the others?"
The man starts to look confused.
"Hermione let me explain. I know that five years had passed,
but..." "Five years since my life transformed in a living hell!"
interrupts Hermione getting up from her chair." Five years since me
and my friends knew the real meaning of pain! How do you dare to come
here, and play with our pain?"
"Hermione, you're not letting me explain."
"I don't think you have something to explain. The only thing you want
is to ruin my life even more and make me feel even guiltier then I
already feel since five years ago. But you know what? I will not give
you that pleasure, you're very wrong if you think that
way!" "Hermione..." he starts, but a knock is heard on the door:
"Dr. Granger," says Mathilde.
"Yes?" asks Hermione, feeling relieved by Mathilde's
appearance. "Dr. Framn asks for you're presence urgently in the
surgery-room." "Thanks Mathilde, I'm going immediately." says
Hermione thankfully. When the secretary closes the door, Hermione
looks at the man. "If you excuse me, this is urgent. I believe you
don't have to come here again when, when in reality, there's nothing
wrong with you. Excuse me." With that, Hermione leaves her office,
leaving the stranger there, alone.