Chapter 7: Awakenings

Chapter 7: Awakenings

AN: Hello everyone! here's the next chapter! I typed this out on my PDA so please forgive any mistakes.

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Mrs. Weasly was not the type of woman that many would describe as nimble or quick. Indeed her rather rotund frame had been the subject of quite a few slytherin remarks.

Despite this fact however, she was up the stairs and standing, wand drawn, outside Harry's bedroom door long before either her husband or the Grangers.

Steeling herself, she slowly pushed the door open with the tip of her wand, fully expecting the worst.

What she found however completely mystified her.

There, sitting on the bed next to a still unconscious Harry, was Hermione.

On the opposite site of the room, near the window, sitting in a highly suspicious puddle on the floor was Ronald Weasly...

Right next a gaping hole in what remained of the outer wall.

The edges of the hole still smoked.

Inanely Mrs. Weasly wondered how the glass window had remained intact, before her brain snapped back into full mothering mode.

'Ron! What's going on here!?' she demanded in her famous ear-splitting shriek.

Apparently still quite dazed Ron spoke slowly and with the perfect certainty of the infinitely dim-witted.

'I don't know mum... I just asked Hermione to be my girl and then she cast the bombarding hex at the wall right behind me... Good thing I jumped out of the way... Mustav' thought she saw something...'

Molly was speechless.

She'd always known that Ron wasn't the brightest of boys but this was something of a revelation.

'Ronald Weasly!' she spoke in a whisper but it was the gentle breeze picking up before the typhoon.

'Go Home. Go to your room and don't you dare come out until your father and I have had a chance to discuss this!'

Instantly the freckled face darkened.

'Why? I haven't done anything! You can't tell me what to do! I'm seventeen now...'

His mouth kept flapping spraying bits of spit now and again, but his tirade was cut off abruptly by Molly's well placed 'Silencio'.

A quick word with his father at door and a 'Wingarduim Leviosa' later Ronald was dispatched to the Burrow, leaving an impatient Ginny standing outside I the hall fiddling with her hair and a very worried Mrs. Weasly in the room with Hermione and Harry

Turning to the strangely quiet Hermione Mrs. Weasly did a double take at the sight before her.

Hermione was sitting with her knees drawn up, looking at Harry.

The expression on her face was one of total concentration, as though she were trying to figure out some deep mystery laid out before her.

'Hermione...' the Weasly matriarch began, but the younger girl's voice cut her off.

'He gave it up you know...' her tone was puzzled but reflected deep wonderment as well.

'His Phoenixcore wand. The only trumpcard he had against V-voldemort... For me... He gave it up to save my parents, just like that...'

Her eyes left the sleeping boy to focus their amber depths on Molly.

Her voice was clear as she asked with disconcerting directness.

'Why?'

'...well Hermione maybe...'

'Because I wouldn't let Voldemort hurt you ever again.'

The youthful voice was deep and strong, resonant with a hidden sense of power.

Hermione later remembered thinking that if ever Merlin had had a voice it would have been a voice like that...

The momentary random thought was cast totally aside as realization struck home.

Harry was awake!