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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female › Hermione/Ginny
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Adult +
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13
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14,023
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Charpter Five
Before we knew it, Harry had suddenly figured out the clues in his visions, and we were storming the Ministry of Magic looking for Sirius. As much as I wanted to run to Ginny and tend to her cut and bleeding cheek, I steeled myself to focus on the task ahead.
Even when I tried to make her stay at the school, she steadfastly refused, and mounted a Thestral alongside the rest of us. If she was hurt, I’d die, but I knew deep down that she was strong and that the more of us there were, the better.
When we were crammed together in the telephone booth, the nearness of Ginny’s body soothed my fears and brought me courage I never knew I had. I reached over and held onto her hand mutely, looking into her eyes as we slid down into the ground. I didn’t think about it at the time, but if anyone had seen us that way, under any other circumstances, it’d be very awkward to explain; but in this situation, where our lives were on the line, it would be seen as nothing more than a small gesture of consolation.
When cornered by the Death Eaters, as I transmitted Harry’s order to smash the shelves to Ginny, I also whispered a message of my own. “No matter what, I will be waiting for you after this. I love you,” I hissed quickly into her ear. And then, suddenly, everyone was running and screaming and curses flew everywhere. Once Harry, Neville, and I had managed to seal a door between us and the Death Eaters, I realized, too late, that Ginny and I had been separated.
“Where- where are the others?” Harry gasped.
“They must have gone the wrong way,” I whispered, terrified beyond imagination. We could hear Malfoy shouting instructions at the Death Eaters, but all I cared about was making my way back to Ginny. The three of us slunk silently to the exit. We dove under desks when two of the Death Eaters followed us, and the next thing I knew, a wand was aimed at my face and a cold voice was uttering the Killing Curse.
For an instant time stopped, and only after Harry had lost his wand to Neville’s ill-advised Disarming Spell did I realize that I was still alive, that I might still be able to see Ginny again. Recharged, I leapt up and stunned a Death Eater trying to do the same to Harry. The Death Eater fell into the bell jar, where time began its deadly dance, transforming his head, back and forth through time. I summoned Harry’s wand, returned it to him, and began to run. A crash and a scream reminded me that Ginny was still unaccounted for, and I ran for it.
Death Eaters caught up with us again, and before we could elude them I was thrown into a bookshelf. I silenced one Death eater, but then I was almost instantly cursed by him. Purple flame slashed across my chest, and everything went black.
Even when I tried to make her stay at the school, she steadfastly refused, and mounted a Thestral alongside the rest of us. If she was hurt, I’d die, but I knew deep down that she was strong and that the more of us there were, the better.
When we were crammed together in the telephone booth, the nearness of Ginny’s body soothed my fears and brought me courage I never knew I had. I reached over and held onto her hand mutely, looking into her eyes as we slid down into the ground. I didn’t think about it at the time, but if anyone had seen us that way, under any other circumstances, it’d be very awkward to explain; but in this situation, where our lives were on the line, it would be seen as nothing more than a small gesture of consolation.
When cornered by the Death Eaters, as I transmitted Harry’s order to smash the shelves to Ginny, I also whispered a message of my own. “No matter what, I will be waiting for you after this. I love you,” I hissed quickly into her ear. And then, suddenly, everyone was running and screaming and curses flew everywhere. Once Harry, Neville, and I had managed to seal a door between us and the Death Eaters, I realized, too late, that Ginny and I had been separated.
“Where- where are the others?” Harry gasped.
“They must have gone the wrong way,” I whispered, terrified beyond imagination. We could hear Malfoy shouting instructions at the Death Eaters, but all I cared about was making my way back to Ginny. The three of us slunk silently to the exit. We dove under desks when two of the Death Eaters followed us, and the next thing I knew, a wand was aimed at my face and a cold voice was uttering the Killing Curse.
For an instant time stopped, and only after Harry had lost his wand to Neville’s ill-advised Disarming Spell did I realize that I was still alive, that I might still be able to see Ginny again. Recharged, I leapt up and stunned a Death Eater trying to do the same to Harry. The Death Eater fell into the bell jar, where time began its deadly dance, transforming his head, back and forth through time. I summoned Harry’s wand, returned it to him, and began to run. A crash and a scream reminded me that Ginny was still unaccounted for, and I ran for it.
Death Eaters caught up with us again, and before we could elude them I was thrown into a bookshelf. I silenced one Death eater, but then I was almost instantly cursed by him. Purple flame slashed across my chest, and everything went black.