A/N: This is my first FanFic, so cut me some slack. This story is Harry/Hermione, as you have probably already picked up.
Additional Notes: All right, so this is a different style story than what most people would anticipate. It is a story that contains many themes and new ideas in the magical world, so don't expect many stereotypes to show up here.
Locked Door
True love may not always be easy to see, but once it has been discovered it can never be lost.
-Cameron Dokey
When the universe gives you a second chance, you have to take it, even if it's a small one.
"Don't touch me!" yelled Harry, trying to avoid his friends that were directly to his right.
"I won/t touch a hair on your head! Frying it off with a spell is much different!"
Bellatrix lunged after Harry and Hermione, who he was carrying haphazardly, attempting to fight and carry her at the same time. Why did he take her from Neville?
As spells flew past his face, he locked eyes with her, and even in her unconscious state, he knew they had just shared a moment of peace in this hell. He ducked under a Death Eater and crashed into the locked door.
"Damn it!" Harry twirled around, attempting to find Bellatrix, thinking she might be still attempting to hit him, when Dolohov leapt from his left and shot a slow moving spell at him.
Now, why it was slow moving, Harry couldn't tell, but he grabbed the handle of the locked door again, his only chance, and pulled, and was astounded when it wrenched open. He wasted no time in pulling himself and Hermione into the black void that the room, if it could be called that, was.
As soon as he shut the door, silence rained upon his ears, and all that could be heard was Hermione's slow breathing, and Harry's panting.
Harry looked around slowly and noted idly that he was standing on nothing, and in nothing, as far as he could tell. He was just thankful for the break, and when he finally got around to thinking of the reason for the strange emptiness, Hermione grumbled and her breath caught.
"Harry? Is that you?"
"Yeah."
"Harry, where are we?" she asked, sliding off of Harry's back.
"You remember that locked door?"
Hermione gulped. "Yeah, that was kind of my reaction when I noticed the void."
"You…"
"Harry? Was that you?"
"No…"
"Have…."
A glowing, pulsating mass of light was forming far off in the void, growing bigger and bigger, faster and faster.
"Harry-"
"Five…"
"Hermione-"
"Hours!"
The light swarmed in a dazzling light show of purple and white, and Harry and Hermione groped for each other's hands. When the world started to bend, colors bleeding into one another, they felt reality slipping, horrible falling, and then a blinding, searing pain in their minds.
It was now 5:38 and 18 seconds.
