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Chapter 9 - Catharsis
~*~
"Here, one Muggle Studies teacher hired," Hermione dropped the scroll of parchment on Minerva's desk. She had remained in New York one week after her initial meeting with June and then had returned once June had given her the signed contract. One task out of the way.
For the week that she had remained in New York she had lived on the Dreamless Sleep potion, having found an Apothecary store in Kramer Alley that would make her new batches whenever she needed them, which turned out to be quite frequently. As the week had progressed she had noted with some dismay that she was using more and more potion each night as her body slowly became immune to its effects. By the end of the week she had been going through nearly an entire bottle a night.
"This is certainly some good news. I could use a bit more of this type of news of late, Hermione, thank you," Minerva said, going through the document.
"June told me that she would be able to begin as soon as this September as long as we can take her daughter, Vikki, in as a student."
"Well, I don't see why we can't. Her mother was quite nice, if I remember correctly, Beauxbatons alumna, if I remember correctly. Of course we'll take Vikki on as a student," Minerva said. Hermione noticed that Minerva had bags under her eyes and seemed to be talking in a fairly muddled manner.
"Minerva, is everything alright? You seem a tad stressed. Anything I could do to help you?" Hermione asked , honestly concerned. If Minerva McGonagall was out of it, what was the world coming to?
"Oh no, no, I'm quite fine, you just run along now. That's it. I expect that Lilith will be wanting to speak to you," Minerva said as she waved Hermione out of her office. Once Hermione had shut to door behind her, Minerva put her head on her desk. "Oh, no, everything's all right. Except that my best staff member is going insane and I'm having serious concerns that she may need to be sent to St. Mungo's. But besides that, oh, everything's alright. "
~*~
"Eeek!"
"Umph!"
The two students who had been snogging on the couch in the Gryffindor common room quickly fell off of it upon the entrance of Hermione.
"Um¡­Is there anything I can do to help Professor Potter?" the girl who was cringing behind the red sofa squeaked.
"Oh, don't worry about it Celia," Hermione said, "I just need to speak to my daughter. Carry on. And I won't tell your parents."
As Hermione headed up the stairs she heard a sigh of relief behind her. The greenhouses were a decidedly more private place to do some serious snogging, Hermione though, not that I would know.
The plank in front of Lilith's dorm was charmed with a squeaking charm¡­all the teachers knew that¡­and none of the students knew that the teachers knew. It was simple to avoid. But Hermione didn't, because she didn't want to hide anything from Lilith anymore, be it the dreams, or simply her approach.
*squeak*
Hermione placed both feet firmly on the plank, and as is squeaked she heard squeals of laughter and mirth from inside the room¡­Lilith's resounded the loudest of them all¡­or perhaps that was simply Hermione's imagination. Rosalind stuck her head out of the door and looked around.
"Oh¡­Professor Potter! I see you're back¡­I hope your trip was fun," Rosalind said, stepping outside and pulling the door closed behind her.
"It was wonderful Rosalind¡­could I just step inside for a moment; I need to speak to Lilith."
Rosalind breathed a shoddily masked sigh of relief. "Oh¡­it's just Lilith¡­I thought¡­"
"Yes? What did you think I wanted?"
"Umm¡­.to speak to Lilith¡­she is your daughter you know. Well, of course you know but I just thought that you would want to speak to her. Which you do. So I'll get her. Now. Right¡­okay." Rosalind slipped back inside the room. Hermione could barely conceal her smile. Rosalind was not being very subtle about the existence of something that they obviously did not want Hermione to find.
"Mom!" Lilith came out of the door and gave her mother a big hug and kiss on the cheek. "Oh¡­lucky ducky¡­got to go to New York. I wish I could have come."
"But you would have missed school," Hermione said, giving her daughter a kiss.
"Right¡­that's kind of the point," Lilith said. "So what's the deal?"
"Oh nothing much, I just wanted to speak to you for a bit and explain why I went so suddenly."
"Yeah, that'd be a good idea. I've only been worrying that someone had died since I got back to school. And Professors Black and Lupin have not exactly been what you'd call helpful."
"No¡­no one died. I would have told you if they had. But let's go to my apartment to discuss this. And we'll go through the backdoor. I think Celia wants some privacy."
~*~
"Hermione got back¡­.Moony stop moaning, you sound like you're dying¡­I hope she's better, that trip should have done her some good," Sirius said as he tended to his friend's wounds. The previous night had been a full moon and Remus had gotten into a nasty scrape with a unicorn and had definitely come off the worse for it. He was covered in scrapes and bruises from head to toe which Sirius was currently dabbing with a purple elixir, turning Remus into what appeared to be a fairly hairy, man-shaped piece of cotton candy.
"Oh god, Sirius, do not prod me," Remus said, feebly trying to push away Sirius.
"Don't worry, what's that from?" Sirius said as he pointed a particularly nasty bruise.
"Ur¡­I think that was a hoof, or a horn. Wait, actually that was a rock."
"A rock?"
"Um, yeah. I tripped over one walking back this morning," Remus said quietly.
"You're a klutz, Moony. Anyway¡­what I was saying was that Hermione's back."
"I heard you the first time, Padfoot. I'm not deaf. And anyway, she sent an owl yesterday saying that she'd be back today. She's talking to Lilith now, explaining everything."
"What? How'd you know that?"
"I just said. She sent an owl. I left it on your desk. Didn't you check your inbox?"
"Uh¡­maybe not."
"Obviously, ow, careful Sirius. Just imagine that there's a big 'Do Not Break' sign next to me'." Remus shouted.
"Sorry, sorry. Should we go get her and welcome her home?"
"Hmm¡­in a bit. Let's give her some time to explain everything to Lilith. I expect that she'll come get us when she needs our help. She said in the letter that she wanted some support while talking to Snape about the Pensieve."
"What sort of support?"
"I'm not sure, but if it requires any movement on my part other than talking I'll leave it to you," Remus said, straightening the bandage over his leg.
"Right, Moony. In other words the unicorn kicked you too hard so if she needs someone to convince Snape to do anything I get to?"
"Yeah, basically," Remus said, trying to stand up and failing miserably, falling back onto the cot. He sighed. "Could you give me a hand over to that stack of books in the corner? We need to discuss this Pensieve idea. I'm not entirely keen on leaving Hermione's mental health up to Snape."
"Neither am I. Okay¡­I was looked in Magical Remedies for Your Mind and found a few references to it, but I think that the biggest help so far as been Freudian Illnesses and Cures for the Modern Wizard, which gave a suggested ingredient list for a Pensieve for this use. It had," Sirius ruffled through a stack of papers on his desk, " 2 pinches of asphodel, one snoodian, 2 cc of dragon's blood¡­"
~*~

"So that's it?" Lilith asked, bemused.
"What do you mean 'that's it'?" Hermione asked, shocked.
"The only reason you went to New York was because Professor McGonagall thought you ought to get away from the magic because you were having bad dream about Dad?"
"Well¡­when you put it like that, sure, it sounds pathetic, but there's a bit more to it than that. Wizards and witches, especially powerful ones like your father and I, experience lives that are vastly different from the Muggles among which you were raised. Especially when living through a war, like your father and I did. I¡­I can't explain it you any better than that. The horrors¡­the dread¡­the sickening happenings that occur during magical warfare truly have to be experienced to fully comprehend them. I can only hope you never do¡­but I did and lived to tell the tale. I suppose then that's it. Bad dreams."
"Oh¡­um¡­is there anything I can do then mom?" Lilith asked, putting her arms around her mother as they sat on the couch in Hermione's apartment.
"No, deary, but don't worry about me; I'll be fine. Severus, Professor Snape I mean, has some suggestions about what I should be doing and it'll all turn out fine."
"That's good. Um¡­mom?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask a question?"
"Absolutely."
"What are the dreams about?"
Hermione breathed sharply. She had hoped that Lilith wouldn't ask that, but she knew that she would. Lilith was like her at 15, painfully curious. "Well," Hermione began, "lots of things, mostly about your father and I during the war fighting. Winning. Losing."
There was a moment of silence. "Losing mom? I thought you won?"
"We did. But that doesn't mean everyone survived," Hermione said in a heavy tone that pointed out the obvious without words.
"I see," Lilith said softly as her mother pulled her in tightly and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
"Lilith?"
"Yes?"
"Now can I ask you a question?"
"Uh¡­sure. Why not?"
"What did Rosalind think I had come to your dorm about?"
Lilith's eyes opened wide with the fright of one who needed to conceal the truth but had been caught without any lies prepared. "Well¡­uh¡­while you were away I¡­uh¡­ snuckintoyourroomandtookthephotoalbumofyouanddad."
"Really? Do you think you could repeat that, this time with pauses?"
"Hehe¡­while you were in New York I borrowed that photo album¡­you know, the one that you said someone gave Dad when he was little, the one with pictures of his parents and then of your wedding in the back¡­I showed it to the people in my dorm¡­they¡­uh¡­wanted to see like what you looked like when you were little. And there were some funny pictures of Professors Lupin and Black at your wedding¡­"
"The ones with Sirius in that purple tux?"
"Yeah¡­and the one of Professor Lupin sinking in that mud puddle¡­you know¡­the one where he had green hair?"
"Of course. And Lilith?"
"Yes?"
"I'm not mad, but just return the album intact."
"Don't worry."
"I never do, but if it isn't I'm thinking a 300 point deduction?"
Lilith gulped nervously. "I'll go get it right now mom." She jumped off the chair and dashed out of the door, presumably to run back to her dorm.
~*~