Hermione's heart leapt uncomfortabl

Hermione's heart leapt uncomfortably. Harry's father was alive too? She could hear footsteps approaching the living room on the hard wood floors, drawing closer and closer. She couldn't understand what was going on. Harry's parents were dead, they had died fighting Voldemort off. They had died protecting him. She felt sure this was all some kind of dream. That was the only answer. That had to be the only answer. They would never have abandoned Harry..

The footsteps ceased outside the door leading to the living room, casting shadow along the strip of light that appeared through the crack beneath the door. The handle turned slowly and the door opened, and in the space that it revealed stood Harry. At least Harry as Hermione had imagined him to look twenty years from now, young, handsome, with his jet black hair just long enough to look scruffy. It was of course James that stood before her, but the resemblance was unmistakable. The only difference, was, as everyone had said, the eyes. Harry had Lily's eyes.

James looked over the guests in surprise. "And who are these lovely people, Lily?" He asked with a grim smile.

"Jonathan Granger. I'm Hermione's father. And this is my wife Julia." Jonathan said stepping forward to shake James' hand. "And you are?"

"James Potter." He replied, "You've met my wife Lily, obviously. Pleasure to meet you both."

"James Potter? Hermione what is going .." Jonathan began in confusion.

"Dad please be quiet I can't think straight." Hermione interrupted in frustration.

James glanced at Lily, then turned to the young girl. "And you must be the infamous Hermione?" James said smiling towards Hermione gently. "I imagine you have been anxious to get here. We won't delay you any longer than necessary."

"Perhaps," Lily said quickly, "There are some things you wish to know before you see him?"

Hermione thought for a second. "I saw his room, where he was tortured.. I know it's bad.. but.." her voice broke suddenly.

"You saw where he was tortured?" Lily asked in surprise.

Hermione nodded.

"Where?" James asked quickly.

"In his own home. Well, no, he never called it home. It was his Uncle's house. His Uncle did it to him.." she said, her voice vibrating with rage.

"Good God, You mean to say a family member did this to him?" James asked in horror.

Hermione could only nod as her voice failed her.

"I think we should prepare you for just how bad he is, Hermione.." Lily spoke cautiously.

"No." She said firmly. "I want to see him. Now."

Lily looked concerned, but nodded. "Very well, we can explain once you've seen him."

Hermione nodded again, trying to blink back the tears that had suddenly come upon her.

"He's upstairs." James said gently, taking Hermione by the arm. "Come with me.."

"We should wait here for a while." Julia said to her husband with a meaningful look as she pulled him back down to his seat by his arm. "Let Hermione see him first."

Jonathan looked at his wife with a frown then looked up at Lily.

"She'll be alright. We'll stay with her." Lily assured him.

She waved her hand and a pot of tea and a plate of toast appeared in front of them. "Make yourselves at home. I'll come down and get you in a few minutes." She said with a warm smile that turned to a frown.

"Thank you." Julia said gratefully, pouring out a cup of hot tea for her husband as Lily disappeared out the door after James and Hermione.

"Be prepared for a shock, Hermione." James said quietly as they climbed the staircase. "You may not recognize him at all. He is very swollen and badly bruised."

She nodded again, going into automatic response mode as her mind shut down with grief. As he looked up at James she still could not get over the staggering likeness between James and Harry. If he had been in the slightest bit recognizable they would have known in an instant that Harry was their son..

"I expect I won't recognize him if you haven't been able too." She said quietly.

James gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Hermione said quietly. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean anything.. I'm just so worried .."

James nodded. "Tell me, Hermione. How are things in the wizarding world? Lily and I have not had any contact with that world for a long long time.." He asked as if saddened by admitting it.

"Why not?" She asked innocently.

"We have good reason. Everything that was dear to us in that world was destroyed the night we left forever." He said trailing off sadly.

It was then that it dawned on Hermione that Lily and James believed Harry to be dead. How, or why, she could not say, but their pain was obvious. She wondered how they would feel when they discovered that the boy in their upstairs room was in fact their 15 year old son, whom they had believed dead for nearly 15 years.

"I'm sorry." Hermione said hopelessly, not knowing how or when to explain.

James gave her a bracing smile, his eyes alight with shining tears. "What's done is done. What of the wizarding world?"

"Not good, I'm afraid. The war has begun again." She said quietly.

"Again?" He asked in surprise. "You mean it ended once already?"

"Yes. It ended 15 years ago." Hermione said softly as they reached the top of the staircase, her heart beginning to race. "Which way?"

James shook himself out of thought, and pointed up the landing to a door at the far side. "Through that door."

Hermione took a deep shuddering breath, and moved slowly forward towards the looming door. She fixed her eyes on it, determined to reach it, step following weary step. She had been waiting for this moment for over a week. A week of worry, torment, pain, anxiousness. And now he lay just beyond the door in front of her. It seemed to take her an age to walk across the empty landing. She did not hear Lily come up beside James and take his hand. She did not hear James' voice as he asked her if she was sure she was ready for this. She did not hear them repeat her name in concern. In her mind, She could hear Harry's painful, labored breathing as he lay beyond the door, beaten and broken, defenseless and alone..

The doorknob was in her hand, the cold metal biting at her warm skin.

Turn it. She instructed herself. Just turn it.

I can't.

Why not? He's waiting for you..

What if he doesn't make it?

That's something you'll have to prepare yourself for..

I don't want him to die..

If anything will help him.. It will be knowing he has someone he loves watching over him..

Hermione shook herself. James had his hands on her shoulders.

"Take your time, Hermione.." Lily said gently.

The doorknob turned beneath her hand and she felt the latch click. She released the handle absently, letting the door creak open slowly. As itopened, it revealed a large bedroom, bathed in moonlight from the large window that sat against the opposite wall. The heavy deep red drapes that hung from either side of the window were tied back with gold cord that dangled to the floor. The wooden floor boards were the same dark polished wood that ran through the rest of the house, covered in a large deeply embroidered rug that lay in the center of the room. The furniture in the room was all made of old oak that shone brilliantly in the moonlight. Against the left wall sat a large four poster bed, its light hangings tied back to reveal a shadowed form, lying amongst the blankets.

Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the still form lying there peacefully. She felt James' hand clasp her shoulder again as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She urged herself to step forward, one step after another, willing herself to move to his side, fearful of what she might see. As she opened her eyes, she was at his bedside, and there at last, she saw him. The full impact of what she saw sent shock waves through every inch of her body. In that moment, she lost all her faith in human kind. Blinding tears filled her eyes and spilled over, rolling gently down her cheeks silently.

"How could anyone survive this?.." Hermione whispered to herself as she gazed upon his broken body.

She slowly reached out a quivering hand to Harry's face and ran the back of her fingers lightly down his blackened, swollen cheek. His dark hair, despite Lily's attempts to clean him up, was still matted with dark blood that seeped through partially healed cuts on his head. There was not an inch of flesh on his face that was not swollen or discolored from the pummeling of fists. The tone of his skin went from the darkest black to the deepest purple, to a sickly yellow. His eyelids were black and shiny, completely swollen shut and bulged awkwardly out from his face.

His bottom lip had a row of scabs running along the inside where his teeth had been driven through the flesh. A large crack split it open down the middle, quite likely, Hermione thought, from the impact of a fist. Dark finger-shaped bruises wrapped around the circumference of his neck, and had raised above the normal level of the skin. His breathing was shallow and his chest rattled as he drew breath in. His fingers twitched as she ran her fingers over his cheek lightly.

"You're OK now, Harry.. I'm here. I'm here.." She spoke softly through her tears as she gently brushed his dark hair back from his forehead.

She leaned over carefully and brought her lips to his forehead, brushing them against his fiery skin lightly. His lightning scar was not visible over the new damage. Harry groaned lightly and shifted awkwardly at her touch, grimacing in pain. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut in despair, praying that when she opened them that Harry would be sitting up, uninjured, smiling at her the way he did. Only when she opened them, he was still grimacing in discomfort, groaning in pain.

She turned her gaze to Lily and James, eyes blurred by tears. "What did he do to him?"

"I.." Lily began, searching for a reason not to answer.

"Tell me.." Hermione said firmly.

Lily gave James an awkward look as they both moved into the room.

"Was he worse than thi

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Trái tim của Hermione nhảy hẹp không tiện nghi. Harry của cha là còn sống quá? Cô ta có thể nghe bước chân tiếp cận phòng trên sàn gỗ cứng, vẽ gần hơn và gần gũi hơn. Cô không thể hiểu những gì đã xảy ra. Harry của cha mẹ đã chết, họ đã chết chống Voldemort lại. Họ đã chết bảo vệ anh ta. Cô cảm thấy chắc chắn rằng đây là tất cả một số loại của giấc mơ. Đó là câu trả lời duy nhất. Đó có phải câu trả lời duy nhất. Họ sẽ không bao giờ có bỏ Harry...Bước chân ngừng bên ngoài cửa dẫn đến phòng khách, đúc bóng dọc theo dải ánh sáng xuất hiện thông qua các vết nứt dưới cửa. Xử lý quay chậm và cửa mở, và trong không gian nó tiết lộ đứng Harry. Ít Harry như Hermione tưởng tượng ông phải nhìn hai mươi năm từ bây giờ, trẻ, đẹp trai, với mái tóc máy bay phản lực đen của mình chỉ cần đủ lâu để tìm scruffy. Đó là tất nhiên James mà đứng trước khi cô ấy, nhưng sự giống nhau là không thể nhầm lẫn. Sự khác biệt duy nhất là, như tất cả mọi người đã nói, mắt. Harry có đôi mắt của Lily.James nhìn qua các khách hàng trong bất ngờ. "Và những người yêu, Lily là ai?" Ông yêu cầu với một nụ cười nghiệt ngã."Jonathan Granger. Tôi là người cha của Hermione. "Và đây là vợ tôi Julia." Jonathan nói bước chuyển tiếp để bắt tay James'. "Và bạn đang?""James Potter." Ông trả lời, "bạn đã gặp vợ tôi Lily, rõ ràng. Rất vui được gặp cả hai bạn.""James Potter? Hermione những gì đang xảy ra.." Jonathan đã bắt đầu trong sự nhầm lẫn."Cha Hãy yên tĩnh tôi không thể suy nghĩ thẳng." Hermione gián đoạn trong thất vọng.James glanced tại Lily, sau đó quay sang các cô gái trẻ. "Và bạn phải là Hermione khét tiếng?" James nói mỉm cười theo hướng Hermione nhẹ nhàng. "Tôi tưởng tượng bạn đã lo lắng để có được ở đây. Chúng tôi sẽ không làm chậm trễ bạn nữa hơn cần thiết.""Có lẽ," Lily nói một cách nhanh chóng, "Không có một số điều cần biết trước khi bạn nhìn thấy anh ta?"Hermione nghĩ cho một thứ hai. "Tôi thấy phòng của mình, nơi ông bị tra tấn... Tôi biết nó là xấu... nhưng..."giọng nói của cô đã phá vỡ đột ngột."Bạn thấy nơi ông bị tra tấn?" Lily yêu cầu trong bất ngờ.Hermione gật đầu."Ở đâu?" James yêu cầu một cách nhanh chóng."Trong nhà riêng của mình. Vâng, không, ông không bao giờ gọi nó là nhà. Đó là chú của ông nhà. Chú của ông đã làm nó để anh ta..", cô nói, giọng nói của cô rung với cơn thịnh nộ."Thiên Chúa tốt, bạn có nghĩa là để nói một thành viên gia đình đã làm điều này với anh ta?" James hỏi trong kinh dị.Hermione chỉ có thể gật đầu như tiếng nói của mình không thành công của cô."Tôi nghĩ rằng chúng ta nên chuẩn bị bạn cho chỉ cần làm thế nào ông là xấu, Hermione.." Lily nói thận trọng."Số" Cô nói vững chắc. "Tôi muốn xem anh ta. Bây giờ."Lily nhìn liên quan, nhưng gật đầu. "Rất tốt, chúng tôi có thể giải thích một khi bạn đã nhìn thấy anh ta."Hermione gật đầu một lần nữa, cố gắng để nhấp nháy trở lại những giọt nước mắt đã đột nhiên đến khi cô ấy."Ông là lên lầu." James nói nhẹ nhàng, tham gia Hermione bằng cánh tay. "Đi theo ta..""Chúng ta nên đợi ở đây trong một thời gian." Julia nói với chồng với một cái nhìn có ý nghĩa khi cô kéo anh xuống ghế bởi cánh tay của mình. "Hãy để Hermione thấy anh ta lần đầu tiên."Jonathan nhìn vợ với một nhăn sau đó nhìn lên tại Lily."Cô ấy sẽ alright. Chúng tôi sẽ ở lại với cô ấy." Lily đảm bảo với ông.Cô ấy vẫy tay và một nồi chè và một tấm bánh mì nướng xuất hiện ở phía trước của họ. "Làm cho mình ở nhà. Tôi sẽ đi xuống và giúp bạn có trong một vài phút." Cô nói với một nụ cười ấm áp đó quay sang một nhăn."Cảm ơn bạn." Julia nói gratefully, đổ ra một tách trà nóng cho chồng như Lily biến mất ra khỏi cửa sau khi James và Hermione."Hãy chuẩn bị cho một cú sốc, Hermione." James nói nhẹ nhàng như họ leo lên các cầu thang. "Bạn có thể không nhận ra anh ta ở tất cả. Ông là rất sưng lên và nặng bruised."Cô gật đầu một lần nữa, đi sâu vào phản ứng tự động tắt chế độ là tâm trí của mình với đau buồn. Khi ông nhìn lên lúc James cô vẫn có thể không nhận được trên chân dung kinh ngạc giữa James và Harry. Nếu ông có chút chút dễ nhận biết họ sẽ có biết ngay lập tức rằng Harry là con trai của họ..."Tôi hy vọng tôi sẽ không nhận ra ông ta, nếu bạn đã có thể quá." Cô nói nhẹ nhàng.James đã cho cô một cái nhìn nhầm lẫn. "Bạn làm là gì?""Không có gì." Hermione nói nhẹ nhàng. "Tôi xin lỗi... Tôi không có nghĩa là bất cứ điều gì... Tôi chỉ nên lo lắng..."James gật đầu. "Tell me, Hermione. Làm thế nào những điều trên thế giới dành? Lily và tôi đã không có bất kỳ liên hệ với thế giới rằng trong một thời gian lâu dài..." Ông hỏi nếu như buồn bằng cách thừa nhận nó."Tại sao không?" Cô hỏi innocently."Chúng tôi có lý do tốt. Tất cả mọi thứ mà là thân yêu với chúng tôi trong thế giới đó phá hủy đêm chúng tôi rời mãi mãi." Ông cho biết dấu thật đáng buồn.It was then that it dawned on Hermione that Lily and James believed Harry to be dead. How, or why, she could not say, but their pain was obvious. She wondered how they would feel when they discovered that the boy in their upstairs room was in fact their 15 year old son, whom they had believed dead for nearly 15 years."I'm sorry." Hermione said hopelessly, not knowing how or when to explain.James gave her a bracing smile, his eyes alight with shining tears. "What's done is done. What of the wizarding world?""Not good, I'm afraid. The war has begun again." She said quietly."Again?" He asked in surprise. "You mean it ended once already?""Yes. It ended 15 years ago." Hermione said softly as they reached the top of the staircase, her heart beginning to race. "Which way?"James shook himself out of thought, and pointed up the landing to a door at the far side. "Through that door."Hermione took a deep shuddering breath, and moved slowly forward towards the looming door. She fixed her eyes on it, determined to reach it, step following weary step. She had been waiting for this moment for over a week. A week of worry, torment, pain, anxiousness. And now he lay just beyond the door in front of her. It seemed to take her an age to walk across the empty landing. She did not hear Lily come up beside James and take his hand. She did not hear James' voice as he asked her if she was sure she was ready for this. She did not hear them repeat her name in concern. In her mind, She could hear Harry's painful, labored breathing as he lay beyond the door, beaten and broken, defenseless and alone..The doorknob was in her hand, the cold metal biting at her warm skin.Turn it. She instructed herself. Just turn it.I can't.Why not? He's waiting for you..What if he doesn't make it?That's something you'll have to prepare yourself for..I don't want him to die..If anything will help him.. It will be knowing he has someone he loves watching over him..Hermione shook herself. James had his hands on her shoulders."Take your time, Hermione.." Lily said gently.The doorknob turned beneath her hand and she felt the latch click. She released the handle absently, letting the door creak open slowly. As itopened, it revealed a large bedroom, bathed in moonlight from the large window that sat against the opposite wall. The heavy deep red drapes that hung from either side of the window were tied back with gold cord that dangled to the floor. The wooden floor boards were the same dark polished wood that ran through the rest of the house, covered in a large deeply embroidered rug that lay in the center of the room. The furniture in the room was all made of old oak that shone brilliantly in the moonlight. Against the left wall sat a large four poster bed, its light hangings tied back to reveal a shadowed form, lying amongst the blankets.Hermione's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the still form lying there peacefully. She felt James' hand clasp her shoulder again as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She urged herself to step forward, one step after another, willing herself to move to his side, fearful of what she might see. As she opened her eyes, she was at his bedside, and there at last, she saw him. The full impact of what she saw sent shock waves through every inch of her body. In that moment, she lost all her faith in human kind. Blinding tears filled her eyes and spilled over, rolling gently down her cheeks silently."How could anyone survive this?.." Hermione whispered to herself as she gazed upon his broken body.She slowly reached out a quivering hand to Harry's face and ran the back of her fingers lightly down his blackened, swollen cheek. His dark hair, despite Lily's attempts to clean him up, was still matted with dark blood that seeped through partially healed cuts on his head. There was not an inch of flesh on his face that was not swollen or discolored from the pummeling of fists. The tone of his skin went from the darkest black to the deepest purple, to a sickly yellow. His eyelids were black and shiny, completely swollen shut and bulged awkwardly out from his face.His bottom lip had a row of scabs running along the inside where his teeth had been driven through the flesh. A large crack split it open down the middle, quite likely, Hermione thought, from the impact of a fist. Dark finger-shaped bruises wrapped around the circumference of his neck, and had raised above the normal level of the skin. His breathing was shallow and his chest rattled as he drew breath in. His fingers twitched as she ran her fingers over his cheek lightly."You're OK now, Harry.. I'm here. I'm here.." She spoke softly through her tears as she gently brushed his dark hair back from his forehead.She leaned over carefully and brought her lips to his forehead, brushing them against his fiery skin lightly. His lightning scar was not visible over the new damage. Harry groaned lightly and shifted awkwardly at her touch, grimacing in pain. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut in despair, praying that when she opened them that Harry would be sitting up, uninjured, smiling at her the way he did. Only when she opened them, he was still grimacing in discomfort, groaning in pain.She turned her gaze to Lily and James, eyes blurred by tears. "What did he do to him?""I.." Lily began, searching for a reason not to answer."Tell me.." Hermione said firmly.Lily gave James an awkward look as they both moved into the room."Was he worse than thi