𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

70

"What in the bloody hell is this?!" Johnny heard Hermione yell throughout the Paris apartment on their last day. Johnny winced and finished tying his tie before he walked out of the walk in wardrobe to see Hermione stood in the kitchen, clutching Johnny's pack of cigarettes and a half empty whiskey bottle.

"Mione, my love- holy fuck!" Johnny ducked quickly as Hermione threw the bottle at him, which hit the wall behind Johnny's head. "You're crazy!"

"You've been drinking and smoking!?" Hermione yelled, squishing Johnny's pack of cigarettes in her hand. "How long has this been going on?!"

"Two weeks," Johnny mumbled.

"Johnny, why?" Hermione said in a softer tone, walking towards Johnny who flinched when she went to warp her arms around his neck, causing Hermione's heart to break. "Why would you want to quicken your death?"

"I've been having nightmares," Johnny confessed weakly. "About my time in the graveyard. I died, Hermione!"

"You don't think I don't know that?" Hermione asked sadly. "All I see when I close my eyes is your dead body and your grandfather sending shocks of electricity into your chest. Do you think that doesn't hurt me, Johnny? B-because it bloody well does! Did I turn to smoking and drinking liquor behind my partners back?! No! I spent every moment with you, praying that today wasn't going be our last day together! Reassuring myself that I wasn't going fucking mental and that you was here!"

"P-please, don't yell," Johnny said weakly, his hands covering his ears. Johnny slid down the window, his back facing the street.

"What really happened before Harry found you?" Hermione whispered sadly, sitting down next to Johnny and linking their hands together. "Please, my love, I want to help you. I don't want you to retort to alcohol and cigarettes."

"Crouch captured me that day when Dumbledore told me his suspected Jakob of killing my mother," Johnny began, his breathing becoming heavy and short. "He told me what happened, how my father raped and murdered her, how Wormtail and himself just stood back and watched, even though Jakob said they could touch her, but Crouch and Wormtail didn't."

"I was there the night Evelyn Grindelwald was killed," Crouch grinned sadistically. "We had fun with your mother, she put up a good fight-"

"Did you touch her!?"

"Me? No," Crouch grimaced. "I have never laid with a soul. Wormtail was to much of a sorry arse to even touch her, your father had his way with her though, and so he should, they were married after all."

"She trusted you!" Johnny exclaimed, his voice echoing through the empty hallway. Johnny drew his wand eye level with Crouch. "You were her friend!"

"I had him exactly where I wanted him," Johnny said, letting go of Hermione's hand to twiddle his wand between his fingers. "I had my wand ready to kill him, I so desperately wanted to, but I was scared and to slow. Crouch knocked me out, tied me up, put the disillusionment charm on me and carried me off to the grounds so he could apparate to the graveyard."

It was silence between them. Johnny so desperately wanted to utter the killing curse and get revenge on one of the three men that killed his mother, one of the ones who stood aside and watched his beautiful mother raped and killed.

"You were my favourite student, Grindelwald," Crouch muttered. "Stupefy."

"I was awake when we arrived at the graveyard, that's where I saw my father, Voldemort, Wormtail and Crouch," Johnny muttered disdainfully. "They welcomed Crouch like a legend for kidnapping me. My father hugged him like a brother, Voldemort greeted him like a valued friend, it made me sick."