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HARRY POTTER AND THE STONE OF DUMBLEDORE’S MANOR
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
1,784
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
An Unexpected Comfort
CHAPTER FIVE
An unexpected comfort
Harry opened his eyes. The darkness stiffened around him as he sat up. Realizing he was holding something in his right hand, he recoiled and turned to the object lying beside him.
“Ginny.” He mumbled, realizing her form. He got to his knees and crawled over to her. He saw her face, drawn and pale. Touching her cheek with his hand, he stroked her face as tears spilled from his tired eyes, hot and wet.
A sound from behind him made him jump to his feet, his wand ready. He looked around and saw that he was at a familiar spot. He was on the patchy grass in front of # 12 Grimmauld Place. A dark figure emerged as he raised his wand.
“Harry! It’s us!” Hermione said, running in his direction. She stopped dead as her gaze fell to the body of Ginny Weasley. Her mouth opened, she sunk to her knees and her tears came quick. Just then, an out of breath voice reached Harry.
“We thought the same, mate!” Ron said, running up to where Harry and Hermione were. Ron glanced down at the sound of Hermione’s’ sobs.
Ron, like Hermione, sunk to his knees. He looked at his sister’s pale face and let out a howl of sorrow. His tears began to stain Ginny’s shirt. Hermione gently, wiping her own eyes, grabbed Ron by the arm and pulled him to his feet. She silently pulled her wand out, and used a hover charm to lift Ginny gently into the air, and noiselessly, to avoid any attention to themselves, quietly followed up the steps and into #12 Grimmauld Place.
The three of them remained silent as they walked through the entry hall and up the stairs. Ginny was placed upstairs in Regulus’ old room. Hermione had to fiddle with the lock. Finally, after a loud “Alohomora!” the door squeaked open. They gently placed her on the bed, and after a kiss on the cheek from Harry, they exited the room and Hermione locked the door once more.
They sat in silence in the parlor of the old, decaying house for a long while. Each had thoughts that were invading their minds. Hermione flicked her eyes between the two boys, one was solemn, and the other staring into nothing but space.
“Harry! Look!” Hermione said at last, when a shape moved into the dark doorway of the parlor. Harry rose to his feet, as did Ron, wands held high.
“Put those away!” A gruff voice said. As the shadow moved into the light, they saw it was Mad-Eye Moody. Looking tired and grumpy, he clambered his way into the room, his walking stick hitting the wood floor with a thump.
“Mad-Eye, what are you doing here?” Harry asked lowering his wand and looking at the other two.
“I’ve become a messenger now, it seems.” He said, stopping inches from Harry. “Your family, Mr. Weasley, is safe. Ms. Weasley hasn’t shown, so your mother instructed me to find her. I assume she’s here, Potter?” He said, looking more tired in the lamp light that hit his face.
Ron sniffed, but remained silent. Harry looked on the verge of tears, but he knew that the Weasleys had to know.
His voice crackling with emotion, he told Mad-Eye what happened. Mad-eye, as gruff as he seemed, let a tear trickle the length of his face. He turned and addressed Ron.
“Mr. Weasley, I’m terribly sorry for your loss. She was a real warrior. She will be missed.” He said. Ron nodded, tears falling again. This time, Hermione hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear that it was going to be okay.
“Professor….How did you know we came here?” Harry asked, looking at Mad-eye and frowning slightly. He thought they had an enchantment on the place when the Order had to leave its safe confines.
“Well, the Order are the secret keepers. Once the door is opened, we are alerted to it. We track who is inside and weed them out. You ought not to apparate in front of the place, next time?” Moody said, his magical eye looking at Hermione, put his other eye was gazing at Harry.
Harry nodded, but his attention was still on Ginny. He hadn’t even given her a chance! He felt stupid for his actions during Dumbledore’s funeral, and he hadn’t really spoken to her since then. He would never see her again, never! Moody interrupted his thoughts with a sharp clearing of his throat.
“I think it would be wise if I took Ms. Weasley with me. Uh, back to the rest of her family. Where is she?” He asked. Hermione let go of Ron and told Moody to follow her.
Twenty minutes later, Moody hovering Ginny as he walked outside, the trio watched him cross the patch, turn his heels, and echo into the midnight moon light that shone onto the patch. With a Whoosh of the wind, he and Ginny were gone, Ginny, eternally.
Harry shut the door, and turned to his two friends. Harry could not bring himself to say what was on his mind. Hermione, however, knew. She hugged him tightly and he returned the hug. His stomach fluttered yet again. He felt ashamed about it, but he couldn’t help it.
Hermione disengaged herself from him and led him by the hand to the moth-eaten sofa. Ron came behind them and sat on the other side of Hermione.
“We need to get through this, Harry.” Hermione said, putting her hand on his knee. She looked at Harry with deep sincerity and warmth.
“I know.” He said, the tears coming again. “I miss her, already. I didn’t get to say goodbye.” He sobbed. Hermione wrapped her arm around Harry and cried her own tears. Ron seemed to be in shock and just sat staring at the empty fireplace across the room.
Without a thought in Harry’s brain, he reached up and kissed Hermione on the lips. Her lips soft, her scent enticing, he could not hold it in anymore. As the kiss deepened, Hermione pulled away. She looked apprehensively at Ron beside her, then at Harry.
“I’m….I’m sorry, Hermione.” Harry started. Hermione shook her head then got up and walked to the window. Ron was livid.
“How could you do that?” He jumped to his feet and looked wild. “You knew I liked her. You knew it!” He said, accusingly. Harry looked strangely happy at this new shouting. He felt her kiss, felt the heat of her tongue in his mouth. He knew she had wanted it.
“Ron! Knock it off! He’s just emotional, that’s all.” Hermione said, not turning to face them as she spoke. Ron looked indignant.
“Emotional, Emotional?? Have you forgotten that it was my sister who was…Well, you don’t see me kissing my best friends girlfriend! And you let him!” Ron said, pulling his wand out and pointing it at Harry.
“Ron, mate. Calm down. Put the wand away.” Harry said, getting to his feet, his hands at his shoulders. “You’re going too far.”
“RON! Put it away!’ Hermione shouted, looking at him, then at Harry. Ron turned to Hermione and saw her face. He lowered his wand, looked at them both in turn, and then stomped from the room. Harry looked relieved, Hermione looked worried.
“He had never acted this way before.” Hermione said quietly. Though she sat beside him, she made sure there was room between them.
“He just likes you. He..I…I’m sorry. I was stupid for doing that.” He said. She smiled at him, and he knew, she had felt the connection too. From her lips to her to her toes and everywhere in between….
An unexpected comfort
Harry opened his eyes. The darkness stiffened around him as he sat up. Realizing he was holding something in his right hand, he recoiled and turned to the object lying beside him.
“Ginny.” He mumbled, realizing her form. He got to his knees and crawled over to her. He saw her face, drawn and pale. Touching her cheek with his hand, he stroked her face as tears spilled from his tired eyes, hot and wet.
A sound from behind him made him jump to his feet, his wand ready. He looked around and saw that he was at a familiar spot. He was on the patchy grass in front of # 12 Grimmauld Place. A dark figure emerged as he raised his wand.
“Harry! It’s us!” Hermione said, running in his direction. She stopped dead as her gaze fell to the body of Ginny Weasley. Her mouth opened, she sunk to her knees and her tears came quick. Just then, an out of breath voice reached Harry.
“We thought the same, mate!” Ron said, running up to where Harry and Hermione were. Ron glanced down at the sound of Hermione’s’ sobs.
Ron, like Hermione, sunk to his knees. He looked at his sister’s pale face and let out a howl of sorrow. His tears began to stain Ginny’s shirt. Hermione gently, wiping her own eyes, grabbed Ron by the arm and pulled him to his feet. She silently pulled her wand out, and used a hover charm to lift Ginny gently into the air, and noiselessly, to avoid any attention to themselves, quietly followed up the steps and into #12 Grimmauld Place.
The three of them remained silent as they walked through the entry hall and up the stairs. Ginny was placed upstairs in Regulus’ old room. Hermione had to fiddle with the lock. Finally, after a loud “Alohomora!” the door squeaked open. They gently placed her on the bed, and after a kiss on the cheek from Harry, they exited the room and Hermione locked the door once more.
They sat in silence in the parlor of the old, decaying house for a long while. Each had thoughts that were invading their minds. Hermione flicked her eyes between the two boys, one was solemn, and the other staring into nothing but space.
“Harry! Look!” Hermione said at last, when a shape moved into the dark doorway of the parlor. Harry rose to his feet, as did Ron, wands held high.
“Put those away!” A gruff voice said. As the shadow moved into the light, they saw it was Mad-Eye Moody. Looking tired and grumpy, he clambered his way into the room, his walking stick hitting the wood floor with a thump.
“Mad-Eye, what are you doing here?” Harry asked lowering his wand and looking at the other two.
“I’ve become a messenger now, it seems.” He said, stopping inches from Harry. “Your family, Mr. Weasley, is safe. Ms. Weasley hasn’t shown, so your mother instructed me to find her. I assume she’s here, Potter?” He said, looking more tired in the lamp light that hit his face.
Ron sniffed, but remained silent. Harry looked on the verge of tears, but he knew that the Weasleys had to know.
His voice crackling with emotion, he told Mad-Eye what happened. Mad-eye, as gruff as he seemed, let a tear trickle the length of his face. He turned and addressed Ron.
“Mr. Weasley, I’m terribly sorry for your loss. She was a real warrior. She will be missed.” He said. Ron nodded, tears falling again. This time, Hermione hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear that it was going to be okay.
“Professor….How did you know we came here?” Harry asked, looking at Mad-eye and frowning slightly. He thought they had an enchantment on the place when the Order had to leave its safe confines.
“Well, the Order are the secret keepers. Once the door is opened, we are alerted to it. We track who is inside and weed them out. You ought not to apparate in front of the place, next time?” Moody said, his magical eye looking at Hermione, put his other eye was gazing at Harry.
Harry nodded, but his attention was still on Ginny. He hadn’t even given her a chance! He felt stupid for his actions during Dumbledore’s funeral, and he hadn’t really spoken to her since then. He would never see her again, never! Moody interrupted his thoughts with a sharp clearing of his throat.
“I think it would be wise if I took Ms. Weasley with me. Uh, back to the rest of her family. Where is she?” He asked. Hermione let go of Ron and told Moody to follow her.
Twenty minutes later, Moody hovering Ginny as he walked outside, the trio watched him cross the patch, turn his heels, and echo into the midnight moon light that shone onto the patch. With a Whoosh of the wind, he and Ginny were gone, Ginny, eternally.
Harry shut the door, and turned to his two friends. Harry could not bring himself to say what was on his mind. Hermione, however, knew. She hugged him tightly and he returned the hug. His stomach fluttered yet again. He felt ashamed about it, but he couldn’t help it.
Hermione disengaged herself from him and led him by the hand to the moth-eaten sofa. Ron came behind them and sat on the other side of Hermione.
“We need to get through this, Harry.” Hermione said, putting her hand on his knee. She looked at Harry with deep sincerity and warmth.
“I know.” He said, the tears coming again. “I miss her, already. I didn’t get to say goodbye.” He sobbed. Hermione wrapped her arm around Harry and cried her own tears. Ron seemed to be in shock and just sat staring at the empty fireplace across the room.
Without a thought in Harry’s brain, he reached up and kissed Hermione on the lips. Her lips soft, her scent enticing, he could not hold it in anymore. As the kiss deepened, Hermione pulled away. She looked apprehensively at Ron beside her, then at Harry.
“I’m….I’m sorry, Hermione.” Harry started. Hermione shook her head then got up and walked to the window. Ron was livid.
“How could you do that?” He jumped to his feet and looked wild. “You knew I liked her. You knew it!” He said, accusingly. Harry looked strangely happy at this new shouting. He felt her kiss, felt the heat of her tongue in his mouth. He knew she had wanted it.
“Ron! Knock it off! He’s just emotional, that’s all.” Hermione said, not turning to face them as she spoke. Ron looked indignant.
“Emotional, Emotional?? Have you forgotten that it was my sister who was…Well, you don’t see me kissing my best friends girlfriend! And you let him!” Ron said, pulling his wand out and pointing it at Harry.
“Ron, mate. Calm down. Put the wand away.” Harry said, getting to his feet, his hands at his shoulders. “You’re going too far.”
“RON! Put it away!’ Hermione shouted, looking at him, then at Harry. Ron turned to Hermione and saw her face. He lowered his wand, looked at them both in turn, and then stomped from the room. Harry looked relieved, Hermione looked worried.
“He had never acted this way before.” Hermione said quietly. Though she sat beside him, she made sure there was room between them.
“He just likes you. He..I…I’m sorry. I was stupid for doing that.” He said. She smiled at him, and he knew, she had felt the connection too. From her lips to her to her toes and everywhere in between….