August | Hermione Granger x OFC

Chapter Eighty-One

it's another long 'un

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Sirius and Remus were just entering the front door as Robyn, Harry, and the Weasleys landed in the kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Robyn wasn't exactly happy to be back, especially as that awful portrait started her song and dance once more about blood traitors and Mudbloods. And then there was Kreacher the house-elf scurrying away with a disgusted look on his wrinkly old face. On the other hand, she was happy to see Sirius, and though she didn't know him as well, Remus, too.

Harry explained to them all that he had had a dream where he saw Mr Weasley being attacked by a snake. Robyn noted that he did not mention the fact that he, like her, had seen the attack through the snake's eyes.

She didn't blame him.

And she obviously cared about Mr Weasley's wellbeing – otherwise she wouldn't have run to Dumbledore's office in the middle of the night, disobeying a Prefect – however, she was really, really exhausted. So while the Weasleys argued that they should go to St Mungo's at once and Sirius argued that they should stay put, Robyn slipped out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom she stayed in over summer.

It looked the exact same. Most of the house did, which made sense – as far as she knew, Sirius and Remus were staying at their house in the countryside, and people only came to Grimmauld to have meetings. It wasn't lived in. It wasn't a home.

The duvet of the bed she and Hermione shared was still neatly tucked in, the pillows placed perfectly on top. She roughly threw the extra pillows off to the side and collapsed into the bed...

The bed which she was used to falling asleep tucked into Hermione's side in. But Hermione was nowhere to be seen...obviously.

And Hermione was angry with her (even if she said she wasn't).

Ugh.

No, she wasn't going to cry again. Not right now.

She was scared, almost, to go to sleep, in case she had another dream or vision or whatever of the snake – of being the snake. But the urge to shut her eyes for a couple of seconds became a couple of minutes and then she was out like a lantern.

There was knocking on her door, but she was in too deep of a sleep to be awoken by it.

Several hours later, she was disturbed by a door slamming, followed by pacing in the room above her own – Harry and Ron's.

She sat up groggily and glanced to the curtains. Based on the light coming in, she supposed it was midday. She then stayed still in an effort to make no noise, and just as she thought there would be nothing more from the room above, Harry yelled, "Fine, go then! And tell Dumbledore thanks for nothing!"

Weird. Interesting.

She went back to sleep.

Slept through dinner, too, and no one came to wake her. Did they forget she was here...?

Whatever.

The next morning, she joined the Weasleys in putting up festive decorations while Sirius sang jovially. Robyn wasn't exactly feeling jovial herself, but when he smiled brightly at her, she couldn't help but smile back.

Throughout the day, she noticed that Harry had not once emerged from his room after he got back from St Mungo's – the trip to see Mr Weasley which she had slept through. She also noticed that Sirius was keen on having a word with her – probably about what had happened. However, she wasn't keen on retelling the tale, so she once more slipped away upstairs while everyone else was distracted.