Complicated Love (Dramione)

I'm so sorry

Those three little words just broke Minerva’s heart. She knew this would happen but after yesterday she hoped it might not.

“Come on granny, let’s go.” Minerva said, willing the tears that had formed in her eyes to disappear.

Her granny got up obediently and walked with Minerva back into the hospital. Minerva led her up to the ward where the entire Weasley and Potter clan were waiting.

“There you are grandma!” Hermione said. Like Minerva had she was beaming at first until she noticed the scratches and her blank expression.

“What happened?” Teddy asked Minerva, alarmed.

“I don’t know, she was like this when I found her in the garden, she didn’t even recognize me!” Minerva said, breaking down into tears in her husband’s arms.

Teddy stroked Minerva’s hair, he hated to see her like this, the holiday was supposed to help her feel better, but she just returned to more pain and suffering.

Hermione brought her grandmother back onto the ward and helped her into bed.

“Where am I?” She asked as she climbed slowly into bed. Her face looked so confused as her eyes darted around the ward, trying to take everything in.

“Your in hospital grandma.” Hermione said, trying to avoid her eyes, it was just too painful to see the confusion and emptiness there.

“Why?”

“Because your sick grandma, now get some rest, I’ll be back soon.” Hermione said, wrapping the blankets around her and walking towards the door, just before she left she looked back at her grandma who was still looking around blankly.

Hermione swallowed the huge lump in her throat and walked out of the ward to her family.

“How is she doing?” Mrs. Weasley asked her the second the door closed behind her.

“She still doesn’t recognize me or where she is, it’s worse than I thought.” Hermione said, wiping the tear away that had just fallen from her face.

Ron quickly walked over to her and embraced her softly, letting Hermione cry on his shoulder.

Minerva was sitting on a seat beside Teddy, leaning close to him for support; Remus was fast asleep on her lap.

A healer walked out of the ward and went straight over to Hermione.

“I’m afraid your grandmother’s brain is deteriorating faster than we had originally anticipated, she may still have some good days but the bad days will out way them by far.” The healer said, looking at all their sad faces.

“But what happened to her face?” Hermione asked the healer, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

“We found blood and skin tissue under her fingernails, which I rather think means she did it to herself. It’s not terribly unusual for Alzheimer’s patients to exhibit this sort of behavior, they get confused and frightened and they self harm.” The healer said, trying to avoid Hermione’s terrified gaze.

“I can’t believe she did it to herself!” Hermione said, putting her hand over her mouth in shock.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, before walking slowly away from them.

This was what the had been expecting, but they weren’t ready to hear it, Minerva McGonagall was someone they saw as invincible, someone who could never get ill, could never die, but they had now learnt that that wasn’t true, it couldn’t be true for anybody, not even someone as amazing as her.