Summary: A response to the grangersnape100's Runaway drabble challenge and for Firefly124 on LJ, who wanted : "Someone is lost and ambivalent about being found/finding their way."
Disclaimer: It all belongs to JKR, as always.
AN: This was written as a response to a prompt made by one of my readers turned friend on LJ. The offer stands for anyone happening by my page there.
Lost
Hermione stood in the rain, the doorway spilling watery candlelight out into what once was a garden. Breathless, she stared in disbelief.
"You shouldn't be here, " she gasped, flinching when yet another Muggle house was hit.
Severus stepped into the light. "For my safety, or yours?"
She hesitated, her eyes flicking away for a moment. They were going down the row now, laughter rising with the flames. Her mind was reeling, racing, falling until his hand touched hers and it all came to a dry halt.
"It's simple…" he said, his fingers falling through hers as she opened her hand slowly.
Eyes blurred by more than rain, she reached her other hand out to him as he drew nearer and pulled her close.
"Allow me to find you."