Fics like After the tone

“I’m looking at your old mug on the counter, Mum. It’s chipped on the handle. I can't bring myself to wash it...I needed to hear the phone ring. I miss you. God, I miss you so much.” A choked, breathless sob cut off the recording, followed by the sharp, electronic beep of a disconnected line. The secret basement fell dead silent again. Draco froze. He knew he should drop the device into the disposal chute. He knew it was a grotesque, illegal invasion of her privacy. But his thumb was already moving over the rubber keys, desperate to hear her private thoughts once more. **OR** This was Draco’s sixth year of Ministry-mandated rehabilitation. Every day, he was forced to descend to Level Ten and spend eight hours manually sorting through Muggle junk. He uncovers an enchanted Muggle cell phone. Hermione Granger has spent years dialing a wiped, disconnected number, leaving a trail of desperate, suffocating voicemails for the mother who no longer remembers her. Trapped in his own silent isolation, Draco becomes utterly consumed by the recordings. He can’t just keep sitting in the dark and listening to her drown alone. After seven years, it was time someone answered her.

Fics like After the tone

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