Out of Harm\'s Way
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Remus/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,726
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
Out of Harm's Way
All the usual disclaimers, don\'t own any characters, J.K. Rowling does.
Hermione woke up in bed. She didn\'t remember going to sleep in bed, or much of anything else recent. The sheets smelled of lavender and the light was clear, so she decided that it was a bad dream that was leaving her with a sense of unease.
The room was pleasant and unfamiliar. It wasn\'t her room at Hogwarts; it wasn\'t even her room at her parents\' house, and it was much too clean to be some back room at 12 Grimmwald Place. She sat up to see out the window. The row of houses across the street could only mean London, but that didn\'t help at all. The table beside the bed had a few books, two muggle and one magical-- \"Hogwarts, A History\" but that didn\'t help either. There was a fire lit, so whoever had put her here wasn\'t worried that she would escape or be rescued by floo. It was perplexing.
Hermione swung her legs out of bed and walked over to the mantelpiece. She felt like she had completed a marathon. Her knees almost buckled under her and her muscles were too stiff to do more than hobble. Below her nightgown, she saw that she had several nasty bruises on her shins, and by the feel of her hips and back, she suspected there were more.
The little cherry-wood box on the mantelpiece was, as it would be in any magical household, full of floo powder. So whoever lived here had no worry about her escape. She pinched a bit between her fingers and threw it into the fire with barely another thought. She would ask Harry\'s advice.
\"12, Grimmwald Place,\" she said and stepped into the fire.
She didn\'t make it all the way in.
\"Hermione, stop!\" She heard the yell and turned around, only just singing the hem of her nightgown.
Lupin was standing in the doorway.
\"What? Is it you? I mean--\"
\"I\'ll explain everything, but don\'t step into that fire, or any fire.\" Lupin looked like he might have gained a few more gray hairs from Hermione\'s venture.
\"What\'s wrong? I didn\'t thing you or whoever would mind me just using a pinch of floo, I just wanted to talk to Harry. But explain. Where are we?\" she babbled. She took a few steps toward him, but her whole body still ached.
\"Sit down.\" He gestured toward the bed. She sat.
Lupin clasped his hands and didn\'t meet her eyes. \"You don\'t have any magic. You probably don\'t remember much of the battle right now, but you got hit with a spell of Bellatrix\'s and you\'re going to be pretty much powerless for about two weeks.\"
Hermione woke up in bed. She didn\'t remember going to sleep in bed, or much of anything else recent. The sheets smelled of lavender and the light was clear, so she decided that it was a bad dream that was leaving her with a sense of unease.
The room was pleasant and unfamiliar. It wasn\'t her room at Hogwarts; it wasn\'t even her room at her parents\' house, and it was much too clean to be some back room at 12 Grimmwald Place. She sat up to see out the window. The row of houses across the street could only mean London, but that didn\'t help at all. The table beside the bed had a few books, two muggle and one magical-- \"Hogwarts, A History\" but that didn\'t help either. There was a fire lit, so whoever had put her here wasn\'t worried that she would escape or be rescued by floo. It was perplexing.
Hermione swung her legs out of bed and walked over to the mantelpiece. She felt like she had completed a marathon. Her knees almost buckled under her and her muscles were too stiff to do more than hobble. Below her nightgown, she saw that she had several nasty bruises on her shins, and by the feel of her hips and back, she suspected there were more.
The little cherry-wood box on the mantelpiece was, as it would be in any magical household, full of floo powder. So whoever lived here had no worry about her escape. She pinched a bit between her fingers and threw it into the fire with barely another thought. She would ask Harry\'s advice.
\"12, Grimmwald Place,\" she said and stepped into the fire.
She didn\'t make it all the way in.
\"Hermione, stop!\" She heard the yell and turned around, only just singing the hem of her nightgown.
Lupin was standing in the doorway.
\"What? Is it you? I mean--\"
\"I\'ll explain everything, but don\'t step into that fire, or any fire.\" Lupin looked like he might have gained a few more gray hairs from Hermione\'s venture.
\"What\'s wrong? I didn\'t thing you or whoever would mind me just using a pinch of floo, I just wanted to talk to Harry. But explain. Where are we?\" she babbled. She took a few steps toward him, but her whole body still ached.
\"Sit down.\" He gestured toward the bed. She sat.
Lupin clasped his hands and didn\'t meet her eyes. \"You don\'t have any magic. You probably don\'t remember much of the battle right now, but you got hit with a spell of Bellatrix\'s and you\'re going to be pretty much powerless for about two weeks.\"