Authors Notes: Do you guys mind spoilers? I think I have some here, not sure if this person dies *sigh*. What a sad thing to forget. If your not to fussed about spoilers, go ahead. But it might not be a spoiler so emm... xD
Lost Blood
By: Solest
The pain shot up through her spine and settled into all her extremities. She had been having these pains for 9 months now and had quickly figured out what they were.
It was Draco.
The pain tingled uncertainly as if deciding whether to stay or go then stopped, he was fighting the pain, she knew it.
Ginny was next to her. 'Hermione? Hermione! HERMIONE!' She stage whispered.
'It's nothing, totally nothing.' She said.
'It didn't look like nothing!'
'Do me a favor and don't tell Molly.' Hermione said.
'Fine, but you will explain what happened, right now you look like you are going to fall flat on your face.'
Hermione gave a weak smile and indeed, fell flat on her face onto the couch.
She knew exactly what he was feeling, the Cruciatus. But there was despair mingling their too. Haunting him, driving him to the brink of insanity. The pain had gripped at her insides and twisted them. It was no where near childbirth, but it was up their, on top of her list.
She rubbed her stomach and wondered, what had he to done to be cursed so heavily?
*The Next Day*
A deep, anxious feel penetrated the very heart of the Weasleys home, stealing their warmth, whispering dangerous promises into their ears, begging them to come to the darkness and lose their slowly diminishing sanity. The males had left to fight. Hundreds of wizards, good and bad, male and female, young and old had been told about the epic battle that was to occur.
No one was able to sleep, not even baby Elda who sat wide eyed on the couch wrapped snugly in her blankets, her eyes following the pacing figures, she made not a sound, as if to not disturb the peaceful doom that seemed to be pressing in on all sides.
A deathly hymn of rain lashed at the windows and oozed under the doorways. The cold seeped in through all the cracks, no matter how small, fighting for a host to drown in despair.
They had left early in the morning but it was now nightfall.
Hermione could feel pain lashing at her ankles, stomach and head occasionally, but most of all, she could hear his suicidal thoughts.
What in Merlin's name happened to him? She pondered.
A tidal wave of anguish and sorrow crushed her into the ground. Molly and Ginny ran to her side and at that very moment as the tidal wave hit her Elda let out a high pitched scream. Molly grabbed the girl and ushered her closer to her mother.
Hermione hugged her knees and her eyes became blank and unfocused, Elda's followed en suite. Molly and Ginny cast quick worried glances at each other. Elda grabbed for her mother and Hermione quickly reached back, her eyes never returning back to focus.
'What's going on?' Ginny whispered as a bolt of lightning thundered towards the earth with a loud crack.
'War.' Molly whispered back and cradled her daughter.
The war now really had begun.
It was that time that if this was a movie everyone would be holding each others hands, possible silent tears writing their paths down someones face. It would be that time when the children would quickly make the excuse of more popcorn to avoid the gloominess that was seemingly reaching out with ghostly grey hands.
But its not a movie, its a reality.
Mrs Weasley's piercing cries filled the Burrow. There was no escape from the pain... it lingered as a foul stench...
Fred was dead.
George had come back to tell them, Mr Weasley was still fighting.
Ginny had fallen to the ground and stared at the empty floor in front of her as if it provided the answers to all her questions, but it didn't. George had slowly lowered himself to her level and had his bloodstained arm wrapped around her shivering form.
Hermione and Elda had not moved.
The despair had reached the point where she wanted to grab a knife and pierce her heart and be done with. Like a song it reached its climax but then slowed to a dull thump. The things she saw swam before her eyes and just like the music she fell with a thump.
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An angel was what she saw, its pale beautiful hands picked her up and smiled bleakly at her and pointed back down to Earth. Hermione shook her head.
'I don't want to go back.' She whispered.
'You must, it is your destiny.' The angel murmured.
'To much pain...' She said, now looking the angel straight in the eyes.
The angel smiled and pushed her, she fell endlessly through the white clouds until blackness covered her eyes.
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Hermione woke up to see herself sprawled on one end of the Weasley's long couch, at the other end the one person she thought she would never see again.
Draco Malfoy was laying their with blood caking most of his uncovered skin. Bruises were blooming at odd spots everywhere and the number of gashes and cuts could have outnumbered all of the Weasley's in the world. His breathing was uneven and occasionally he would twitch painfully.
Hermione knew it was painful for him, she could feel it, number than his pain of course, but it coursed through her body leaving not a trace behind, just slivers of numbness.
She blinked a few times over.
Why in all places was he here?
"Oh Hermione dear!'
Hermione slowly turned to the figure of Mrs Weasley running up to her with outstretched arms. Hermione smiled weakly and let Molly engulf her in a warm hug that drowned out much of Draco's pain and sadness.
'How come he is here?' She asked, turning her head back to his twitching form.
His lips were a light pink with blue forming at the corners, but not from cold, his skin had a grey tinge where it showed and somehow he looked fragile. It scared Hermione.
A large, warm fire was blazing in the fireplace and George, Mr Weasley, Charlie and Ginny were all sitting in a somber silence. Covered in a blanket was presumably Fred's body. Ginny sniffled and George rested his head on her shoulder. Mr Weasley was holding a cup of steaming tea that was probably burning him, but he didn't seem to notice.
'He asked us to kill him.' Mr Weasley said with a blank expression. 'He didn't say why, but he asked us to.' He stood up and walked to the window where light drops of water occasionally flew through.
Hermione turned to Draco.
What in Merlin's name was going on?
Wow, I feel so evil with ANOTHER cliff hanger xD You guys must think I'm a Witch with a capital B :D Sorry about that angel thing, she was just feeling REALLY suicidal I suppose (Elda did not get that, she still had her innocence!)
Don't worry, the next update will be fast! The weather around my area is bad which influences my depressing writing :) Hopefully a huge storm, oh I wish.
If you guys have any questions about the story PLEASE ask me and don't leave the story alone :D Random, I know, but I just wanted to put that out their.
PLEASE REVIEW! AND THANKS FOR ALL YOUR REVIEWS! :D AND READS, AND VISITS, AND I SHOULD SHUT UP, SHOULDN'T I?
