A/N: Hello everyone! This chapter is quite large, so please forgive me. We needed to cover a lot of ground, though.
First: Thank you so much for the continued encouragement! I really enjoyed reading your comments this last week. Please throw shoes at me whenever you like. <3 I really do appreciate you even taking the time to read this fic, because life is busy. My warmest wishes to you all. <3
Next: Please forgive any mistakes. I've been editing all day, and I'm hoping I didn't miss anything.
As always, I do not own the rights to these characters or to the storyworld.
Also: The songs for this week are numerous. First, we've got "I'll Be Seeing You" by Billie Holiday (suggested a while back by one of the lovely commenters--thank you so much), "Take Care of Yourself" by Maisie Peters, "Actually" by Valerie Broussard, "Perfectly Imperfect" by Declan J Donovan OR "In Your Arms" by Illenium & X Ambassadors (during the hillside scene--you'll know the one) (also, I believe this song was suggested by a commenter a while back as well? Thank you!), "Roar" by Katy Perry (for the suit scene), The opening/first part of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC (for the Quidditch match), and then, after you finish it, (if you want) listen to "In Your Arms" by Illenium & X Ambassadors.
Grab your snack (something sweet would be good for this week--like chocolate covered pretzels), your drink (big surprise here, I'm drinking coffee again), and your coziest jean jacket.
OKAY. This chapter is a ride, but remember: This isn't the end.
Let's jump in.
[Note 06/15: Small edit made for clarity/continuity.]
----------------------------------------
Hermione
12:21 a.m., March 10, 2003
It was warm, despite the cold glass pressed against her side. Hermione crouched over her book in the Hogwarts library, tucked into her favorite window seat. Outside, snow fell in thick flakes. She really should put the book down.
She had something due. She just knew it.
If only she could remember.
Had it been something for her OWLs?
A warm, hearty laugh boomed through the room, and Hermione lifted her head. It was a familiar sound, and one that she wanted to get closer to. Like a moth to flame, she slipped from the window bench.
"Granger!"
It was George's shout, full of mirth.
George.
Her feet sped, and she nearly tripped as she hurtled around the corner. A metal wall stretched from the ground, up into the mist. It quaked, a small sliver cracking across its surface. Warm light spilled out, just a fingertip's width. The metal surface swirled, groaning, and the crack began to disappear.
In the distance, she could hear rushing. Like a river, coming to carry the light away.
No. Not yet.
She pressed her eye to the fissure.
A flash.
Suddenly, she was seated before a campfire, the sky open above her. A couple of tents squatted to the side, near the edge of the clearing. The front flap on one of them flipped, and George ducked through it, a stack of books in his arms.
YOU ARE READING
Lumos
FanfictionHermione doesn't remember marrying or falling in love with her husband. In fact, when the healer asks her if she'd like to see her husband, she thought Ron would walk through the door. Instead, it was George. A stray Obliviate from a dissenting blo...
