Secrets

Fool me twice shame on me

Warning! Hermione gets a panic attack! There isn't much description but it's there. 

I would never get used to the sick crunching noise of all the bones breaking in my body as I fell to the ground. I would be back up in a few seconds but anyone could look outside and see the seemingly dead body of Hermione Granger staring eerily back up at them. 

I shook my arms and brushed the dead grass of myself before entering the Whomping Willow gingerly holding my arm where the scar burned. "Took you long enough Mudblood" Bellatrix spat at me. 

I smirked. "I do have a life outside of this tree you know, oh well maybe you don't" I fake pouted before entering Voldemort's room. I scanned the dark walls and noticed that the robes on his body were changed somehow. I shrugged and held my wand above him and muttered something "Caeruleum" I watched the area above him turn blue and pretended to strain with effort. 

I stayed like that for around five minutes struggling not to laugh at Bellatrix's anxious face before I "collapsed" from effort. "Don't stop" she snarled. 

I looked up at her "I can't continue when I'm so tired" I scowled. 

She spit at me before sitting beside her master muttering comforting things. I almost laughed but restrained myself. "He can't hear you" I said over my shoulder before leaving. 

I dragged myself through the halls careful not to make too much noise. As I wandered back to my dorm my thought drifted to my parents. Are they alright? I haven't spoken to them since I put the memory charm on them. They could be dead already? Someone could find out about me and Bellatrix. Someone could find out and I would be sentenced to Azkaban no matter how smart I'm known to be. 

I stumbled back to my dorm and collapsed against the door in a panic attack breathing in and out. I felt my chest closing in and struggled to breath. "Professor Dumbledore, can I have m-my bottle" I asked weakly. "P-p-professor" I muttered before I fainted. 

"Wake up Granger. Wake up godamnitt" someone said shaking me. 

They held a bottle up to my lips and I drank it, calming my parched throat. I poured some of the liquid onto my burning scar and allowed myself to be carried to my room. 

"You fucking scared me" Malfoy said. "I thought you were going mad, Professor Dumbledore is dead" he said. 

I sat up quickly and looked around the room. "Yes, yes of course he is. You need to leave. Now." I panicked trying to push him away. He can't find the Professor here, he can't. 

"I'm not dead Mr. Malfoy. In fact I am actually very much alive" came the calming voice of Professor Dumbledore. 

I watched Malfoy's shock turn into awe as he watched me closely. "A-are did you bring him back" he stammered. 

I nodded weakly. "Ta dah! Magic" I mumbled sarcastically. "Help me out of this bed will you. Let me explain" I ordered. 

I sighed. "Alright then. If you must know I have always been a healer but the powers increased dramatically through the war. The only logical explanation is that I blossomed, if you will, under the stress. Instead of breaking my powers seemed to increase and now I can heal enough to bring people back from the dead. I cannot die as well, so to speak. I've died at least 50 times by now but my body revives myself automatically.  I brought Professor Dumbledore back for...advice and I'm healing him now" I explained watching the flurry of emotions that passed through his face. 

His face was unreadable when I was done. "Let me help" he asked finally. 

I paused confused. Why? "What can you do" I said instead. 

He smirked. "I can heal, Granger. Not to mention I am an ex-death eater and I've seen my fair share of death" he muttered bitterly. 

I nodded in thought. "I suppose you can help but you'll have to be careful. You cannot tell anyone. Not even Harry or Ron" I said watching his eyes light up. 

"You haven't told them?" he asked. 

I shook my head. "Too dangerous. Harry would want to do something heroic and Ron would help him out". 

I studied him carefully as he listened to me and knew that he could help. Professor Dumbledore was right, he would help me. I watched as he blew a speck of blond hair out of his eyes and traced his features with my eyes. His strong jaw clenched and his eyes, deep grey, seemed to radiate emotions I couldn't quite place. He raised an eyebrow. I shook my head, "Talk more tomorrow?" I asked. 

He nodded in agreement and glanced back at Professor Dumbledore once more before leaving. 

"Ah dear, young love is quite the spectacle" Professor Dumbledore said, a familiar twinkle in his eye.  

Yassss Dumbledore ships!!!