Disclaimer: Don't own…I only own the big shiny…and the little shiny…but not Harry Potter
A/N: Hi! This is just a stupid something I thought up one night (…well it was technically the morning…but let's not sweat the details…). I don't know if I'm going to continue the fic...it all depends on the response I get to the prologue!
O and btw:
This chapter isn't beta'd or anything so there are probably lot of typos and well…just mistakes overall. And on top of being un-beta'd ...this si sorta my first official fan fic...so ...don't hurt me if it sucks!
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Prologue
I stopped a few feet from the crumpled form ahead of me. I couldn't make myself step closer.
"Harry?"
No response.
"Harry!"
I watched, holding my breath. When I heard no response, my thoughts started racing and the tears began to fall. He couldn't leave me. Not like this. There were so many things we planned on doing. Getting married, starting a family, finding a place to live. Our dreams couldn't just die like this. He couldn't just die like this.
"'Mione?"
My breath came out in one long sigh, my tears falling all the harder. He was alive. Harry was alive! But his voice sounded so frail, so vulnerable, and he was hurt. Badly.
"I'm right here, Harry."
My legs, which had finally started to respond, carried me over toward his frail body. I knelt next to him, reaching fro his hand. As I settled my self near Harry, I heard him sigh, seemingly relaxing in my presence.
"I'm glad you're here, 'Mione. I didn't really want to die alone."
My breath caught. For a second I was choking, gasping for air that would not come.
"Your not going to die, Harry." The words came out in the same prim-and-proper way I used to use when talking to the boys about their homework. "You can't, I won't let you."
But, even as I said this, I doubted my own statement. Looking over his battered body, all I could see was blood. So much blood. I could see how pale Harry's skin was, and, if I wasn't mistaken, his hand seemed a little cooler than it should be.
Even as I watched over him, I could feel him drifting away, losing his grasp on life.
Still holding on to Harry's hand, I sat back on my heels and took a deep breath. It wouldn't do for me to break down now. We would never get out of this situation alive (Alive being the operative word.) if I didn't think of something fast.
Oh God! What are we going to do?
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Please review. Preferably no flames, but if it was really that bad then do whatever you thing you should. I'd appreciate CONSTRUCTIVE criticism though!
Thanx,
Jess