A/N- I really don't know why I do this, I say to myself 'I will wait for AT LEAST a week before posting... but no, I always post the chapter IMMEDIATELY! But enjoy me lovlies! I certainly enjoyed writing it! Reviewers, Favoriters and followers are loved and given Felix Felices!
The Calm Before the Storm
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The Proverbial Poop
Edward Cullen was frustrated! NO! He was beyond frustrated! He was downright PISSED OFF!
Not only had he found his daughter- his little Nessie- only to find that she had no recollection- in her conscious mind at least- of her family, her powers... Her SPECIES!
He also couldn't get any information from Dumbledore, whose powers of Occlumency were too powerful and thorough for even his natural vampiric powers to get through.
A growl ripped from his chest and scared the robins out of the trees.
"Love, you have to stop punishing yourself!" Bella came out from behind the tree to his right. She wrapped her arms about his waist and Edward could feel the tension in his shoulders leaking out of him, into the soft ground of the Forbidden Forest.
"I know, Bella, I just can't help it. She was there, right in front of me, just sitting there, writing notes diligently for a subject where the teacher punishes her mercilessly for something that is not only untrue, but wouldn't be her fault of it were!" Edward finished his rant, panting though he had no need for breath.
"She has grown so big..." His voice was a whisper, barely louder that a calm summer's breeze, but his wife heard him, and she felt tightness in her chest that suggested she would have tears in her eyes if she were Human.
Silently, Bella stroked her Husband's back as she led him to the common room they shared with 12 other people.
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The common room was in uproar when the two vampires returned, and they immediately caught the scent of human blood, and held their breath straight away.
They pushed through the crowd of people consisting of Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, George Weasley, Ernie McMillan, Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, Michael Corner, and Hannah Abbott, all standing around in a circle, shouting and pushing to see the two figures in the middle of the circle.
And in the middle of the Circle where two figures, one an unconscious Fred Weasley with bite marks in his neck, and a nasty looking bump on his head, and the other was Hermione Granger (or Renessmee, depending on who you were), curled in on herself, holding her knees and rocking back and forth, looking at Fred through blank, unseeing eyes... and blood on her lips.
The point when Bella and Edward reached the front of the circle was when Ginny Weasley rushed through the portrait with Madame Pomfrey and Professors Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall.
Not even the bang of the portrait against the wall, nor Snape screaming at the students in the circle to disperse snapped Hermione out of her stupor, but when Draco Malfoy walked up to her and put his hand on her shoulder, it seemed as if a jolt of electricity shot through her body. And she screamed. She screamed and writhed and thrashed on the floor as 13 years of real memories attacked her brain and implanted themselves alongside the ones she had made for herself.
The magic on her body snapped, making her back arch off the floor, and her bones snap.
Her eyes snapped open, and one single tear slipped out, before they rolled back into her head and her body sagged onto the floor.
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"Dumbledore, it's been a week! Why isn't she waking?!".
That's strange. Hermione could hear her, but couldn't, for the life of her, move a muscle.
Oh why is this happening to me? Why is it always me? My head. It hurts to think... maybe some sleep... yes... sleep...
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"Granger. I-I don't know if you can hear me... but I feel like this is my fault... I just touched you.. It- It's Draco... erm... Malfoy, by the way... I'm sorry... for everything..."
A brush against her left forearm- her scar- and he left.
Draco...
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"Darling. I can hear her. She is still thinking, can hear us. She just can't move."
I know you... I KNOW YOU!
"Oh! She knows... she-sh- she spoke to me. Oh... Oh...Nessie!"
Would you mind? "Mind what?" VACATING MY MIND?! Ow... Thinking hurts... It hurts Daddy...
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"'Mione? It's Fred. I don't blame you for taking a bite out of me... I am pretty damn sexy... loadsa women wanna sink their teeth into- OW!"
"Shut up Fred."
"Ginny, you really shouldn't hit him 'round the head so much..."
"Shut up Ron."
"Shutting."
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"Her finger twitched! I saw her finger twitch! EDWARD!" The sound of running feet, so fast they were almost one sound. A cool wind on her face.
"She is recovering, Love. Let's let her rest." The sound of them leaving.
Stay...
They stayed.
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Have... To... URGH! Come... on... BLOODY BUGGERING HELL WHY ARE MY EYELIDS SO HEAVY?!
Edward chuckled next to her.
Glad to provide you with entertainment... HUMPF!
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"She's waking!" The whispers that this one sentence caused made Hermione's head pound in protest. Her mind protested at anything other than sleep, but her body knew that the time for sleeping was over. There was something afoot, and she was sure as hell not going to be sitting in bed when the calm before the storm ended...
A/N- Chapter 8 almost done lovelies! Be exited!