DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter in any way. I only own this plot.
Summary: When Harry, Fred, and George get into a horrendous car crash, they are knocked unconscious and wake up to still be in the wreckage. Hermione Granger watched the crash but was arrested when she tried to go to her best friend's aid. Harry and the twins find that the muggles didn't see their car but the crash caused a young girls death. Harry feels too guilty to return to his friend's. (I am not very good at summaries, and this is my first fic.)
Chapter 1
Harry Potter, Fred and George Weasley cruised down the streets of London, music blasting, and bass turned to max. It was a rainy afternoon and not very much traffic, which was good because Harry had just got his wizard driver's license, and he got nervous when there was a lot of other car's around. You know Harry, Fred began loudly over the rock and roll. Ron really fancies Hermione, but we think that you and she would make a better couple. Yeah, George agreed. But we still can't figure out why you got this girly truck, Fred said taking Harry's license that looked exactly like a muggle one to a muggle. But to a wizard it looked like an I.D to all the best night clubs in London, (Wizard ones of course.) and it served as a muggle license that said he was seventeen. The truck was a different matter though. When Harry had been invited to headquarters for the summer he went to rent a car. Hermione came with him. Harry had also been having strange feelings for Hermione in his gut since Fifth year. Sometimes guilt, because of what happened at the ministry, and other feeling's that didn't register as platonic. But back to the story. When they arrived at the dealership Hermione immediately spotted a car she thought was "Adorable".It was a green Ford Explorer Sportack. Harry, being the love struck boy didn't hesitate to rent it. So there he was. Riding to the mall to pick up Hermione and Ginny, who said they would be in front of the Leaky cauldron, in a girly truck. I got it because Hermione liked it. , Harry said almost instantly realizing why it was a bad thing to say. Ohhhh, so you fancy her too. , Fred said with a grin on. Duhh! George said smacking Fred in the back of the head. How stupid can you get! Of course he fancies her! Harry knew that he couldn't deny it now. It was too late. Swear to me you won't tell, he said looking from the road at the two twin's seriously. Okay, mate. , George said putting his hand's up. We wouldn't dream of telling. There are the girl's. , Fred said pointing out the window. Hermione and Ginny were both wet from the rain and Hermione's blue T- shirt hugged her curves. Harry! Watch out, George screamed. Harry looked out the windshield to see a four year old girl in front of the car. Harry swerved and hit the curb and then a fire hydrant that sent one side of the truck into the air, putting the car upside down and airborne. They flew like that for what seemed like eternity before the truck smashed into an SUV still upside down. The SUV rolled over and over hitting more cars and a light pole that fell on a building lighting the building on fire, twenty cars were flipping and sliding in the middle of a the four way stop sign. The truck Harry was in was still airborne and hit a glass wall of a clothes show case store sending them flipping end over end and hitting tree making them roll and finally, they slid to a stop upside down and in to some woods. The last thing Harry remembered was hearing screams, grinding metal, breaking glass, cackling fire, and he tasted blood. That was it. Just like that, he let consciousness take a leave of absents and he was out. Lights out.
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Harry woke up still laying in the car, head touching the crumpled roof. He groaned. His Head was killing him. Not to mention his arm was stinging like all get out. Fred, George, he said loudly over his ringing ears. They both groaned and said, that was the coolest crash ever! Harry just coughed and wiped the blood from his mouth. Harry and the twins crawled out of the wreckage and studied themselves. Harry's arm was bleeding heavily and his nose and his head. Fred and Georges arms were fractured (They thought) and they too had bloody heads. After they had healed themselves (Harry had special permission from Dumbledore for medical magic.) They looked at the car. It was completely obliterated. Good thing you got the six pound insurance. , George said wide eyed. The wheels had been ripped off at some point and the front end was lying behind in front and a couple yards away from the crash. The bed of the truck was crumpled up like a used beer can, and the axel connecting the steering wheel to the tires liked intestines pointing at the black raining sky. That would've been a really cool scene in an action movie. , Fred commented absently. Harry relived the crash in his mind. He was surprised who vividly he remembered everything. And then it hit him. The little girl. , he gasped. What, the twins asked in unison. The girl I swerved from, Harry cried. Harry raced out onto the street and what he saw will haunt him forever. It broke his heart. There were burning buildings and cars, medics, police and firemen ran carrying limp bodies away from cars and buildings. There must have been a hundred cars all piled up in the roads and sidewalks. But through the flame of a car Harry saw the place where it started. And there she was. The girl was lying in the road with a white sheet lying over her limp body. Her mother was on her knees sobbing uncontrollably next to her. Harry couldn't believe it. But there was all the proof he needed. There was even blood stained on the sheet. Over whelming guilt hit him like a two ton bullet. Harry backed away, shocked. Oh my god., he breathed. Fred and George were shocked too. Harry saw Hermione and Ginny screaming their names and crying uncontrollably. He couldn't let her see him. He was a murderer. Just then a police man came over to get them to stay behind the tape, but they fought. He put cuffs on them and carried them to a squad car. Tears visibly fell from the twin's eyes but not Harry, he didn't feel anything except guilt. He hadn't felt this way since Sirrius died, but now it was worse. She was only a little defenseless girl and Harry had killed her. Murdered her. Harry turned and ran back to the car. He looked for a piece of paper and pen. It was in the Glove compartment. He wrote :
Hermione, I must go far away from you and everyone I care for, because of what I have done. Maybe we will meet again after – we may meet again. Tell Ron I said Goodbye. Take care Hermione and have a good life.
Always and forever Harry Potter.
It was all Harry dared say to her. He took the note and layed it on the truck. She would find it, he hoped.