A Promise Kept
By Polydicta
Angst
Harry comes back to keep his promise. Character Death, Bereavement
Disclaimer:
All fiction is derivative and fan fiction doubly so. I make no claim to own any part of any of the following, all I have done is an attempt to put together the elements in a novel fashion, using words and ideas like Lego ™ bricks.
There is no money involved – all I do is to share what I do for my own amusement.
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A Promise Kept
She had been duelling Bellatrix Lestrange and Yaxley when Voldemort fell.
She had farewelled her Harry as he went to confront Voldemort in the forest, and at his insistence, remained to help defend Hogwarts' walls from the main assault.
She had felt the sudden strobing of the wards and the marked death eaters were suddenly screaming and writhing in pain, foul smoke pouring from their dark marks. One by one, they succumbed to the dark magic, dying an ignoble death.
The death nibblers, the unmarked minions of the self-styled Dark Lord had broken, and had died en-masse, splinched by the rapidly pulsing anti-apparation wards that had otherwise been down for the past few hours.
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The chaos was appalling, and she knew that to attempt to find Harry would be suicide with rogue creatures and rogue wizards still roaming the forest.
She sat on her bed, hugging her knees: waiting and praying for Harry to return.
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"Harry, I'm afraid. Promise me that you'll come back to me."
"I promise, Hermione. I'll come back and then we'll start a family together."
He placed a ring on her finger … the Potter signet. A magical symbol of a magical oath.
"My Mione, I will come back to you, no matter what comes." .
Hermione Granger, acclaimed as the brightest witch of the age had one regret. She was still a maiden. She had foolishly, in hindsight, once said that she was saving herself for her wedding night. Now she wished she had sent her man to war with at least that memory to fuel his patronus.
But it was too late for regrets …
The door opened and a head of messy black hair appeared.
"Hermione?"
"Harry?"
She threw herself at the wizard. Her wizard. Her Harry.
"Harry, are you alright?"
He smiled wanly. "It was pretty dreadful, but I'm back. Just like I promised."
"Hmm, clean already."
He nodded. "Hey! Head Boy's privileges."
"Harry … please … make me your wife. Tonight. Right now. I was so afraid …"
He smiled, enfolding her in his strong embrace, and kissed away her fears.
"My Mione … My Mrs Potter … My Eternal Love …"
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The morning light was beginning to give shape to the world as she began to wake.
She felt wonderful. She felt so full of life.
She heard him. He was sat on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, My Mione … I wish things had been different, but at least I was allowed to fulfil my promise to you…
"Now, it is time for me to go. I'll love you forever. I'll wait for you, my love. Please don't grieve …"
As her eyes fluttered open, she could see him. There was a transparency to him, and as the sun crossed the horizon, his form evaporated like the morning dew.
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"Mrs Potter, you have a beautiful son and daughter. Congratulations."
The smiling mediwitch handed her the two new-born babies. Her children. Their children.
With a tear in her eye, she simply said, "welcome Harry James and Emma Minerva. Your Godmother and I have so much to tell you about your father …"