It's About Time
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Sirius/Hermione
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
24
Views:
16,310
Reviews:
125
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2.
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“Harry! Harry!”
Ginny cried out his name as he collapsed onto the kitchen floor of The Burrow. She knelt down and cradled his head in her lap.
“Ron! It’s Harry. There’s something wrong!”
Harry was gasping for breath and clutching his chest. He’d been close to death numerous times… Hell, he’d stared death in its face and lived to tell the tale. But this… this pain was completely unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as though his body had decided to shut down... to give up. Stress, he reasoned. Harry knew that stress could cause infinite amounts of damage to an individual’s physical and mental health and what with the war looming on the horizon and Hermione’s disappearance and probable kidnapping by Death Eaters last month; he figured he’d once again pushed himself to the very limits of what he was able to withstand.
A loud crash at the base of the stairs announced Ron’s frantic entrance into the room. He took one glance at a panicked Ginny hunched over Harry, his face wrenched in pain, and immediately his wand was out as he began advancing towards the door in anticipation of another Death Eater attack.
“Where are they?”, Ron demanded in hoarse whisper, tearing his worried eyes away from Harry’s pained form and began scanning the yard through the kitchen window.
Ginny looked up at him blankly before realization dawned on her tear-stained face.
“No, Ron! It wasn’t them! It was Harry… he just… just-”.
Whatever she was attempting to say was interrupted by Harry’s strained voice.
“Wait- I’m fi-”, he began to say but stopped abruptly when a blinding flash of blue light forced him to close his eyes again. Through the glare, he swore he saw Hermione smiling at him and felt a familiar warmth… a feeling he had always associated with the only place that had ever felt like home. And for one fleeting moment he was transported back to the Gryffindor common room.
Voices, obscured by what he was sure was his own labored breathing, drew Harry back to the Burrow. He could just make out Ginny and Ron anxiously discussing whether or not he should be apparated to St. Mungo’s He understood their apprehensions… it was uncertain who could be trusted during these trying times and they both felt that Harry was much safer away from the prying eyes and ears of the wizarding world.
With great effort, he attempted to control his breathing… as he did, the pain in his chest began to subside.
Taking notice of Harry’s sudden stillness, the siblings stopped speaking and turned back to him. Ron involuntarily reached out for Harry’s hand, his face a ghostly white.
“Harry…? Mate, wake up.”, Ron pleaded.
He looked helplessly to Ginny and then back to Harry. Staring intently into Harry’s face, Ron observed that he’d never seen his best friend look so serene… he found himself wishing that Harry never had to wake up, that he could forget about the world of responsibility upon his shoulders.
Unconsciously, his hand tightened around Harry’s and he heard Ginny gasp.
“Oh thank goodness, Harry! Ron! He’s waking up!”
Harry was stirring slightly, his head still held upon Ginny’s lap as she cupped his face, searching his features for confirmation that he was alright. She noticed his mouth begin to move before she heard him speak.
“She’s alive”, Harry whispered unable to find his voice, “Hermione is alive”.
Ginny glanced at Ron, her eyes a mixture of confusion and relief. All Ron could manage was a faint, “wha…?”
“Just relax, Harry. You’re still weak… Mum will be home soon to help.” soothed Ginny, trying to calm her brother simultaneously.
Harry smiled. He opened his eyes and simply smiled up at them both and repeated, “Hermione is alive… and she’s at Hogwarts.”
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“Harry! Harry!”
Ginny cried out his name as he collapsed onto the kitchen floor of The Burrow. She knelt down and cradled his head in her lap.
“Ron! It’s Harry. There’s something wrong!”
Harry was gasping for breath and clutching his chest. He’d been close to death numerous times… Hell, he’d stared death in its face and lived to tell the tale. But this… this pain was completely unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was as though his body had decided to shut down... to give up. Stress, he reasoned. Harry knew that stress could cause infinite amounts of damage to an individual’s physical and mental health and what with the war looming on the horizon and Hermione’s disappearance and probable kidnapping by Death Eaters last month; he figured he’d once again pushed himself to the very limits of what he was able to withstand.
A loud crash at the base of the stairs announced Ron’s frantic entrance into the room. He took one glance at a panicked Ginny hunched over Harry, his face wrenched in pain, and immediately his wand was out as he began advancing towards the door in anticipation of another Death Eater attack.
“Where are they?”, Ron demanded in hoarse whisper, tearing his worried eyes away from Harry’s pained form and began scanning the yard through the kitchen window.
Ginny looked up at him blankly before realization dawned on her tear-stained face.
“No, Ron! It wasn’t them! It was Harry… he just… just-”.
Whatever she was attempting to say was interrupted by Harry’s strained voice.
“Wait- I’m fi-”, he began to say but stopped abruptly when a blinding flash of blue light forced him to close his eyes again. Through the glare, he swore he saw Hermione smiling at him and felt a familiar warmth… a feeling he had always associated with the only place that had ever felt like home. And for one fleeting moment he was transported back to the Gryffindor common room.
Voices, obscured by what he was sure was his own labored breathing, drew Harry back to the Burrow. He could just make out Ginny and Ron anxiously discussing whether or not he should be apparated to St. Mungo’s He understood their apprehensions… it was uncertain who could be trusted during these trying times and they both felt that Harry was much safer away from the prying eyes and ears of the wizarding world.
With great effort, he attempted to control his breathing… as he did, the pain in his chest began to subside.
Taking notice of Harry’s sudden stillness, the siblings stopped speaking and turned back to him. Ron involuntarily reached out for Harry’s hand, his face a ghostly white.
“Harry…? Mate, wake up.”, Ron pleaded.
He looked helplessly to Ginny and then back to Harry. Staring intently into Harry’s face, Ron observed that he’d never seen his best friend look so serene… he found himself wishing that Harry never had to wake up, that he could forget about the world of responsibility upon his shoulders.
Unconsciously, his hand tightened around Harry’s and he heard Ginny gasp.
“Oh thank goodness, Harry! Ron! He’s waking up!”
Harry was stirring slightly, his head still held upon Ginny’s lap as she cupped his face, searching his features for confirmation that he was alright. She noticed his mouth begin to move before she heard him speak.
“She’s alive”, Harry whispered unable to find his voice, “Hermione is alive”.
Ginny glanced at Ron, her eyes a mixture of confusion and relief. All Ron could manage was a faint, “wha…?”
“Just relax, Harry. You’re still weak… Mum will be home soon to help.” soothed Ginny, trying to calm her brother simultaneously.
Harry smiled. He opened his eyes and simply smiled up at them both and repeated, “Hermione is alive… and she’s at Hogwarts.”
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