Arithmantic Procrastination
Suddenly a thought occurred to Hermione and she pulled away from her husband.
For a moment she studied his profile: frowning brow, aquiline nose, stubborn chin, all outlined by the sputtering gas lanterns of Diagon Alley. She knew Severus was upset. But in the dim light it was difficult to make out his expression. Not at all how he would look like in the neon light of the street lamps near the house where she’d grown up. Instead her surroundings appeared far removed from the 21st century. In a competition of settings for a remake of ‘Oliver Twist’, Diagon Alley would have won in a blink, all dingy and dirty and downtrodden.
‘Could you—’ She inhaled deeply—hesitated—exhaled. Halted. Forced herself to continue: ‘Could you bind and banish Draco? Take him beyond the Veil? I—I take it—from—well, Harry asked Nearly Headless Nick about death, and—’
She couldn’t continue.
Severus had already laid his hands around her waist in preparation for the Apparition. Now he let them slide away and drop to his sides. He heaved a weary sigh. ‘You couldn’t have waited with that conclusion until we were home, could you?’
Hermione shivered in the nightly breeze. The already faint flames of the street light above them flickered in the wind, darkening their corner of Diagon Alley even more.
His eyes were bleaker than the night that surrounded them.
‘Yes,’ he said at last. ‘I could. I can.—And I will, when Draco asks me to.’
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Hermione held the pensieve gingerly in her cupped hands, much like the chalice of the gods of old or the holy grail of the Christian God.
Why call it ‘Sempiternal Solution’ if it did not, in fact, last for all eternity?
But the scanner of Genevieve Ollivander had revealed only mere remnants of magical power clinging to their wands that could be attributed to the Sempiternal Solution.
The conclusion was, of course, that the potion had worn off after the wands had been dragged beyond the Veil and back.
In other words, they had to brew another batch of Sempiternal Solution. If Hermione wanted Severus back with her in order to make new memories, she would have to let go of three more memories of him that were precious to her now.
She pushed the pensieve away and raised her head to stare out of the window over the surface of the lake. The last glitter of sunlight was rapidly fading from the water, leaving it black like ink and very still in this cold winter night.
Hermione knew she was stalling.
But she couldn’t help it. That’s silly, she told herself. After all, I know now that I’ll get the memories back.
Yes, she would get them back. Pale, faded copies of what was now fresh and vibrant in her mind. But they’d still be there. Not gone. Not lost. Just faded, as if they’d been with her for years and years and years, as if other memories surpassed these.
And ‘lost’ was the wrong word anyway. Because without the Sempiternal Solution and the spell that connected their wands and turned Severus’ wand into a key, Severus and Harry would not return from beyond the Veil.
But still. Now, here and now, she had to pick thoughts, words, feelings and touches that were fresh and new and good and dear.
She sighed and picked up her pen—a plain Muggle biro—and nice Moleskine notebook that Harry had given her for Christmas.
Absentmindedly, she began to doodle.
A smiley.
A silly heart with H & S inside, complete with a clumsy swirl.
A skull.
What do I know? she wondered. Automatically, her pen moved to jot down a ‘#1’.
Escaped Death Eaters had started killing Muggle- borns. And Muggles. She shuddered when she thought of what had happened to Severus’ erstwhile neighbours. Pretty much right after the battle. No surprise there. No one in their right mind would ever expect the likes of Fenrir Greyback to turn into tame lap-dogs.
Umbridge had been demoted once more. And Shacklebolt had shunted that job as liason between the wizarding world and that Church committee off to Umbridge and no doubt had a good laugh about it.
Dumbledore’s grave had been blown up and the Elder Wand had disappeared.
She had been attacked after the concert and had seen the Dark Mark burn again upon a Death Eater’s arm.
More people had been killed. The Ministry had come up with that brilliant ploy of using the protective tattoo on Muggle-born witches and wizards.
Umbridge and—or—the strange Necromancers had somehow sabotaged the spell that infused the tattoos. But in consequence Dumbledore’s portrait had frozen and that had alerted the Order. Then she and Severus had discovered that the tattoos were leeching their magic off into the Realm of Death.
At the same time the attacks on Muggle-borns had ceased. Draco and Percy had searched the Ministry for hints. Umbridge had killed Shacklebolt. Someone had killed Umbridge.
#2: Somehow that doesn’t add up. It just doesn’t make sense in one neat equation.
Hermione stared at what she had written.
Yes, that’s what I’m after—one neat equation that explains everything.
You rarely get what you want in this world, she admonished herself. She frowned. Equation. Damn. I’ve been forgetting not only the basics of Muggle algebra, but of wizarding Arithmancy.
I’m looking at an equation. In Muggle algebra that means two sides joined by the equals sign, and of course the basic Arithmantic equation asks for no less than three equal sides.
So: What had Umbridge wanted?
That was easy: if possible, to kill all Muggles. If that was not possible, to kill all Muggle-borns and all other Half-breeds. If that was not possible, keep them from—
Hermione’s heart was beating faster and her throat was suddenly quite unaccountably dry.
If that was not possible, to keep them from—
From—
Breeding? From growing up, marrying, from having magically gifted children?
I’m enjoying your story all over again, this time with the added pictures and videos. I was just wondering why Severus didn’t go and try and “save” Draco after he died. Stop him from reaching the Nineth Gate as he did with Lily and Hermione. Since he was Draco’s godfather, I thought he might try to bring him back.
I’ve also have been enjoying your Book of the Dead and look forward to the next update. 🙂
Severus tried to save Lily and he realised then that it was wrong to interfere with destiny. He COULD go and get Hermione, because she wasn’t dead-dead yet when he found her. For Draco it was sadly too late…
Oh, my. I’m looking forward to the next installment of BoD, too. I just wish that offline life would stop kicking my a*** and let me get on with that. Unfortunately, this year is even worse for my writing than last year. *sigh*
Anyway, thank you for reading and for taking the time to leave a comment!
So Long, Thanks to the Fish
Previous review , i was meaning to ask if that sentence was correct! And then i forgot!
And So Long it is! I like Draco and he was a fine man here! But his own arrogance took him.
ebil author
*glares at ebil author*
*haz teh sadz*
And one more to be helpful on the Other world!
*glares agin at ebil author*
Times Have Changed—And May Change Again
Yes, they have broken the treaties! And the Guys in Black have Necromancers…wizards! They use them.
Hermione will not be safe. No one is safe!
Sweet Merlin! They Are killing Muggle-borns and Half-Bloods to KEEP the worlds separate!
To fulfill the treaties!
They are making “justice”, not vengeance! Maniacs. Only maniacs kill children and innocents in the name of God!
And…didn’t you tell me the Inquisition existed to prevent this kind of behaviour?
Then…what is really going on ? Who is really behind all this?
Ohhh, you are evil…but you’re smart!
Cry of a White Peacock
You made me cry!
Bereft
Poor Hannah.
Poor Severus.
“Albus’ death; Severus’ burden”
See what you have done?
*sad*
Angels and Other Creatures
Are they all blind? Oh Hermione, you of all people should know better!
Don’t underestimate Muggles specially the ones talking about the wrath of the Lord , Gates and veils!
*sigh*
Magic is Might’—Redux
Dragon is back as a ghost? YAY
At least he is there! All Malfoyish ! A beautiful , sneering ,silvery ghost!
And Hannah…*grin*
And magic is Power!
I could use some!
The Second Question
See, she really is far from her Muggle roots now.
Like any other person in their world, she is underestimating muggles and their ability to destroy.
Also it’s so interesting,that she is still trying to get both worlds(or at least her perception of those two worlds) together, not even, once more like with SPEW, considering the implications.
And she doesn’t understand that she is only starting to touch the surface of the magical world and at the same time, she has long lost, all kind of real perception of what she calls the real world…and i found that very interesting also. Hermione is pretty lost.
Bright New World
Yes, baby Malfoy!
And i don’t think i could survive such an experience!
“But still—sometimes it seemed the safer, softer, brighter world of the two.”
If she was in the muggle world she would not be safe. Just unaware .
Arithmantic Procrastination
Hmmm, prevent the magical world from breeding and you will soon exterminate them all.
Whoever is doing this should have studied their History, it didn’t work before, why should it work now?
Humans are fighters in the face of aggressive extermination. But passive extermination would have worked and i think that was the initial plan.
Umbridge thought this was to exterminate everybody but Purebloods. Idiotic woman.
But what happened to change everything? Umbridge?