#remione

Talvez este seja o trecho que melhor explique por que essa história me conquistou tanto. 💜

Chocolate & Lavender está completa em português brasileiro no Wattpad e no AO3.

Eu terminei Chocolate & Lavender e ainda não sei muito bem como sair dessa história. 💜

Remione já era o meu casal favorito antes desta tradução, mas acompanhar Hermione se aproximando não apenas de Remus, como também de Moony, tornou tudo ainda mais especial. Não parecia apenas um romance entre duas pessoas: era Hermione encontrando espaço dentro de uma relação que Remus ainda estava aprendendo a compreender em si mesmo.

Foi muito gostoso traduzir uma história em que ela volta ao passado para salvar o futuro e, no meio disso, encontra amizade, família, pertencimento e um amor pelo qual decide ficar. Entre chocolate, lavanda, luas cheias, Marotos, Horcruxes e vínculos que atravessam universos, esta fic conquistou um lugar enorme no meu coração.

Obrigada a quem acompanhou as atualizações, comentou, votou, surtou comigo e deu uma chance a esse Remione tão único. Espero que vocês tenham se apaixonado por Remus, Hermione e Moony tanto quanto eu.

E obrigada à  halfbl00dprincess por criar esta história e por confiar em mim para levá-la aos leitores brasileiros. Foi um privilégio cuidar de cada capítulo. 💜

Obra original: Chocolate & Lavender, de halfbl00dprincess

ok mas vamos falar sobre prioridades… 👀

hermione simplesmente carregando ESSE ranking nas costas

não aceito argumentos não aceito discussão não aceito opiniões contrárias (talvez aceite… mas vou julgar 😌)

remus / hermione | down the hills (dev patel as remus lupin)

ᐅstory

Remus continues the search for the Horcruxes alongside the Golden Trio. With each passing day, the journey grows harder: exhaustion and hunger dull their minds, and fear hangs over them like thick fog. The tension inside their small group keeps rising, turning into a constant ache.

Harry and Ron lash out at Hermione more and more often. Their anger, helplessness, and despair spill out in the most unfair words. Only Remus stays gentle with her. He always tries to support her, quietly reminding her that it isn’t really their fault these are cruel times, merciless to everyone.

But Ron can’t take it anymore. One day, he leaves, abandoning them.

A few days pass. One night, Remus and Hermione spot a Patronus in the forest. It guides them through the darkness until it leads them to the Sword of Godric Gryffindor, hidden beneath icy water.

Remus pulls the sword free, but notices something else, a small vial filled with liquid is attached to the hilt. Instinct tells him it could be dangerous. He takes it for himself without telling anyone.

Later, in secret, he uses the Pensieve. And what he sees shatters him from the inside. Harry must die. Only then will they have a chance to destroy Voldemort.

Remus is horrified. For days, he stays silent, carrying the truth alone. He can’t look Harry in the eye, avoids conversation, hides everything from both him and Hermione.

But Harry senses something is wrong. He forces Remus to speak.

When Harry learns his fate, a heavy silence falls between them. They talk it through and make a decision: Hermione must not know. She has to stay strong, focused, able to continue the war and destroy the Horcruxes.

Harry asks Remus for only one thing:

“Take care of her… when I’m gone.”

The weeks drag on painfully.

At yet another hiding place, while everyone is busy with their own tasks, Hermione suddenly hears Harry scream from the forest. She turns around to make sure that Remus heard it too

She runs toward the sound, her heart already filled with dread. Remus rushes after her, trying to hold her back, begging her to be careful.

But they are too late. Harry lies on the ground, motionless dead.

It seems he touched a cursed object. Something too dark, too powerful. But it’s impossible to know for sure now. Remus understands immediately: Death Eaters will be here any moment.

He begs Hermione to leave. Forces her to leave Harry's body.

To run.

Now it’s only the two of them. No one else.

The trauma they share binds them closer than any words ever could. They keep moving forward, still searching for Horcruxes, still destroying them, clinging to their purpose and to each other, because there is no other way. Sometimes, in moments of weakness, tenderness slips through: an accidental touch, a lingering look... They both know it’s wrong.

Remus wants more than anything to give in to what he feels to let himself fall, just for a moment. But he can’t. Because he promised Harry he would take care of her. And that promise matters more than his own longing.

Eventually, he makes up his mind to tell her everything

ᐅfandom: harry potter

ᐅsong:london grammar-nightcall

Lupin stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione’s hair flew all around her face and appeared dusted with icing sugar. There was an exuberance in her gleaming angry eyes.

‘I’m not sure what you mean.’

‘Well, if I had only twelve days to live, I would spend them reading all the greatest books ever written.’

At that, Lupin burst out laughing. It was the laugh of a boy. Hermione recalled he had designed the Marauder’s Map. She wondered if ‘Moony’ was still buried somewhere.

‘That’s the best thing I’ve heard!’ Lupin pecked her on the top of her hat, but Hermione held on to him. The smell of snow and the warmth of his coat filled her. Lupin didn’t understand, but Hermione had just asked him the most intimate thing she could think of.

Hermione felt her eyelids grow heavy against Lupin’s throat. She could feel each of his words hum like the comforting tick of a nursery clock. She wondered how many days she had longed for him to read to her. How hard she had longed for them to sit by the fire, watch the cats play, drink tea, merge bookshelves and read together.