Hidden In the Pensieve (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13:

Chapter 13:

There’s a magic, unlike any other type of magic. It needs not a wand to use it; it’s universal. Sometimes…it just is. The name of this magic is love.

As if no other magic could be stronger, the love between Hermione and Draco filled the room wherever they went, like a potent perfume. It was a glow on Hermione’s skin…and a sparkle in Draco’s eyes.

Just like in the memories that Ginny had seen, Draco and Hermione were inseparable in the two and a half months that had past since they reunited. And for first time, the truth had been seen. Ginny had witnessed it, Harry had witnessed it, and even Ron saw it, even though he tried not to. It was the happiest that Hermione had been in ages, as if she had been waiting for Draco all along; he had been the true missing piece to Hermione. Like in Cinderella, the muggle story, they’re hearts fit like the glass slipper fit Cinderella’s foot.

But fear set in…and it only takes a moment for it to destroy everything in it’s path.

A single note it was that ruined everything.

A panic boiled, like a potion gone terrible awry, in Hermione. She wrote swiftly, on a piece of parchment, with her ink quill pen. Tears smeared the ink on the page, but it remained legible.

The words written on it were few, but enough to do damage:

My dear Draco,

I love you…but I can’t do this. I can’t be with you. I’m scared. I’m sorry.

-Hermione

Draco was never supposed to see the note. After writing it, the fear had passed and Hermione knew that she couldn’t possibly give him the note; she loved him too much. Not too soon after, Draco came to fetch her for their evening plans that night, and she made the silly mistake of not remembering to discard the note. Before she remembered, Draco had seen it already.

The two, in their own self-destructive habits, let it all crumble. All that they had waited for and yearned for collapsed.

No one, except for Draco and Hermione, knew what happened, but all of a sudden, it seemed as though they were no longer together; only a month and half later Hermione and Ron were getting married.

The wedding day: It seemed picturesque at the time, on the outside. To friends and family, like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley or Neville and Luna, it seemed like the perfect wedding, the perfect happy ending. Beneath the surface, it all seemed slightly off.

The ones who knew the truth could feel it, but had not the heart to speak up or to question it aloud.

It was supposed to be the happiest day of Hermione’s life, but fifteen minutes prior to walking down the aisle, Hermione disappeared into the bathroom after catching sight of one of the guests. While waiting for her to come out, Ginny heard Hermione gasp, then hyperventilating. That wasn’t even the most peculiar part about the scene. No, the most peculiar part was the three stick-like objects sitting at the edge of the counter. They were all white, except for one little area, where it seemed the slightest bit of color was a blue symbol, much like the letter “t”. When Ginny spotted the odd little things, Hermione shoved them quickly into a bin for rubbish.

Of course, almost everyone cries when they see the bride emerge from the entrance and walk down the aisle in her wedding dress, but it’s always a joyful cry, expressing awe at her beauty and the happiness for her happiness. One face in the crowd, however….well, those weren’t tears of joy.

When the “I do” part came and vows were recited, no one would have ever doubted Hermione and Ron’s love. No one thinks of questioning it; it’s a wedding.‘Til death do us part, right? What about when the crowd is asked if there are objections to the couple marrying? And when silence fills the room, does any one take in all the details? Do they hear the shuffling of a seat, someone who almost stands up, but sits back down?

When the silence fills the room, does any one see the slight falter in the bride’s face? Did anyone notice the way her head tilted just slightly…as if she had been waiting, hoping for someone, not just anyone, though, someone in specific to say that they objected?

Of course someone noticed…but would they ever say? No. No, they wouldn’t. No one wants to admit to finding out that a so-called perfect fairy tale isn’t all that perfect.

The truth is that what is perceived as “the truth” may always be a version of it, not the full story. As we uncover one secret, it seems another is buried. This is perhaps is out of the refusal to accept what uncovering the truth really means; for it might mean that we are not the person that others wish us to be, or the person that we wished to be. It might mean that we failed, we’re hurt, which means we’re not invincible, nor without flaw, and that means that if we try again, we could still fail again, but more importantly, we could still hurt again. Perhaps keeping a secret is no different than lying. Maybe there isn't really one without the other. Nevertheless, the biggest lie is not the secret itself, but the fact the we convince ourselves that it doesn’t hurt more to keep it all in, that it wouldn’t feel so much better just to release it all, even with the possible consequences.

How long can we really hide? How long can a secret stay “hidden” once it’s reached far beyond any object that could be found in a dusty attic?

But that’s a trick question…it can’t stay hidden.

THE END

Note To Readers: Hey, everyone! Thanks for reading! I've had a lot of fun writing this; Dramione is my favorite Harry Potter couple to ship. I want to thank all of you for reading, voting, supporting, and sharing your thoughts. It means so much to me. <3 For those of you who really enjoyed this story, there will be more! Yes, I am writing a SEQUEL! Yay! If you loved "Hidden In the Pensieve", come check out "Hidden Within Me (Sequel To Hidden In the Pensieve)" ! Thanks again!

-Love Ayla