A/N; Thank you Gred&Forge for your reviews, they made me fell all warm and squidgy inside...
mail the AUTHER of the elements if you wanna comment on it (it automatically comes to me but
i'm just saying that amy loves mail)...thanx everyone else too for all . . . ESPECIALLY
Maria!!!!!!!!

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Ok, this fic was begun on a song-fic challenge...here's the first verse.

Rain Fell Down,

You were there.

I cried for you

when I hurt my Hand.

Storm rushin' in,

wind was howling,

I called for you,

you were there.

B*Witched, To You I belong.

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Hermione gently flicked water on Sarah's face until she came around.

"Oh dear lord", she said, getting up and rubbing her temple painfully, "er...did I just see
what I thought I saw, or was I dreaming that..", she cut herself off as she turned her head
towards the bed,"it's...it's...Harry"!!!!!

"I've noticed", said Hermione breathlessly.

"H-h-h-how is that possible"?

"Does it matter?" Hermione replied happily.

Sarah went over to Harry and took his temperature, "he's begining to cool down, he'll be
awake soon".

"Harry", Hermione whispered, "I've finally found you!"

"C'mon", said Sarah, "you must be starved, you can come up again after dinner".

So, much to her annoyance, Hermione was dragged downstairs and practially forcefed by the
insistant Sarah. Immeadiatly after she was finished, she ran straight back upstairs to sit
beside Harry's bed. Sarah felt like the mother of an eager nine-year-old.

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An hour later, Harry's eyes blinked open and he looked around, confused. Oh, how Hermione had
missed those eyes, emerald and twinkling, "Harry, are-are you...do you know who I am?"
Hermione said gently, hopefully.

Harry looked at her, confused, "Er...I'm sorry. Where am I ?"

Hermione was crestfallen, of course she couldn't have expected him to regignise her. "Harry,
it's me,Hermione"!

For a second, he looked confused and then she saw realisation and disbelief dawn on his face
fighting with joy to surface, "Hermione? HERMIONE!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm dreaming, I thought that
I'd never see you again"!!!!!!!!!!!

"Suprise"?

"You, you look so different." , this was true, Hermione was no longer a bushey haired
teenager. And it was hard to tell the difference between her and her eleven year old self.
She was tall with silky, hazel hair (usually drawn into a tight bun that greatly reminded
Sarah of Professer McGonagall) and perfect skin, her perfect teeth a reminder of the curse
administered by Draco Malfoy...'Draco Malfoy', now that was a name that she hadn't heard for
a long time...but now wasn't the time for that. Harry Potter was with her once again!
Hermione wanted to shout it to the world ... she thought that she'd start with Sarah.


Hermione flew to the door and called Sarah, "He's awake, he's awake, Sarah, Harry's awake".

Hurrying back to his bedside she laughed at how fast he was talking; "Where am I? What time
is it...what day is it???"

You're in Limerick, it's 7;30pm and...", she was cut short by Harry's interruption.

"What? I'm in Ireland"???

"Yeah, what don't you remember anything"?

"Er...no, the last thing that I remember was that I was in Florida"!

Hermione was about to answer with the fact that temperary amnesia was commen among concussion
sufferers when Sarah burst in to the room breathlessly;

"Harry!!!!!!!!! How are you?????? D'ya need anything? When was the last time you ate? Would you like a cup of cocoa???"

"Erm...Sarah, right"???

Hermione giggled at her friend, a Molly Weasley to the boot.
"Sarah, Harry's brain is a little fuzzy right now...maybe a cup of cocoa would be a good
idea".

"Right I'll be back in one minute...If you even think of daring to get out of that bed,
Harry Potter, you'll wish that you had never woken up!!! Oh and maybe some chocolate too".

Correction, A Madem Pomfrey!

"Sorry about Sarah, she's a little hyper sometimes, but if she's kept busy, she's fine".

"Sarah...McCarthy, isn't it? What's she doing here"?

"Well, this is our house...we moved in together a couple of years ago", said Hermione,
slightly uncomfortably.


Just then Sarah arrived back with four king-size Mars bars and a large mug of hot chocolate;
"Right Harry, I've lit the fire and the couch is covered in pillows and a big duvet. You're
robes are nearly dry and in the meantime *she conjured black pajamas as she spoke*, you can
wear these. Now how do you feal about coming downstairs and telling us about your past six
years???"

"Well...".

"Oh c'mon, I've got a big tub of Ben 'n' Jerrys in the freezer".

"Er...ice-cream, oh I suppose if you put it like that".

Not one crumb of healthy food was consumed that night, Sarah was going to draw the line at
Harry's fourth bottle of Butterbeer, saying that she wasn't going to have him collapsing
again but it seemed like he hadn't eaten in months and showed no signs of collapsing, so
she gave in.

Harry didn't remember too much, he had serched pretty fruitlessly for Voldemort and then,
just when he thought that he might have something; he...well he couldn't remember, all
that remained in his memory was something about his scar, and ALOT of pain *what?
Harry Potter,in pain??? Weird*.

Hermione sighed contentedly as she checked her watch...2;30am, it was just like old times,
sitting in front of the common room fire, talking well in to the night, she Harry and...Ron,
But now was not a time for such memories, there were so many others, good memories, to be
relived after so much waiting...to finally be relived. They had alot of catching up to do.

They sat there talking all night.