This little story has been knocking around my head for as long as I can remember. I figured it was about time to exorcise the evil plot-bunnies.
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Hermione's tired feet dragged across the carpet, kicking up little clouds of dust. She cradled the goblet full of potion as though it were the Holy Grail. All she could think was that she was hurting and the swirling opalescent liquid was the only thing that made the pain stop. She winced as her foot collided with an empty glass bottle. She knew that she should attempt to clean up, but she couldn't summon the energy to care. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she flicked her wand at the door, locking it. She swallowed the potion down in a single gulp, leaned back against the pillows and closed her eyes.
Seconds later, they shot open. "Sirius!"
He gave her a familiar grin. "What are you doing in my bedroom, kitten? Not that I'm complaining."
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Molly met Ginny and Harry at Grimmauld Place. She carried her infamous clock, charmed so that it was small enough to carry with her.
"The twins said they would meet us here." She said, clearly agitated. "I don't know why, but as soon as received their floo message, my clock went haywire. First it says Hermione is in danger, then it says she's fine. What is going on?"
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