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Lost Blood

By: Solest-Light-In-The-Dark

Yes, I changed my name. I write darkly but I like to see myself as a happy person, thus the light in the dark!


Nothing could have prepared them.

The sheer noise of the battle that surrounded them as soon as they left the Burrows protective boundaries could have made them slip of their brooms. There were only three Death Eaters but it was a heated battle.

Red clashed with green and exploded into a multitude of sparkles that drifted before extinguishing. The smell of fire was thick in the air and the chill that surrounded them only added to the eerie feel. Ginny shouted a warning to George and he swerved the green flash.

It just missed.

There was a cry of 'Stupefy!' from Mr Weasley and one of the Death Eaters fell from his broom, he spun once, twice, thrice and was lost in the cover of clouds. There was an angry cry from the other two Death Eaters and they both fired the killing curse in opposite directions.

Hermione's eyes were tightly shut, she was mostly focusing on not screaming so loud Draco would go deaf and they would all fall.

'BEHIND YOU HERMIONE!' George yelled.

Hermione forced her eyes open and swore as she whipped her wand out. 'STUPEFY!' She screamed and closed her eyes tightly again, an angry cry from the remaining Death Eater was enough to tell her she had not missed.

'Granger?' Draco asked her, his voice was soft, but not from the wind.

'It's Malfoy!' She hissed.

'Malfoy then, when I tell you to, let go.'

There was a deep yell from behind them and a streak of silvery light flew past them.

'WHAT?'

'I'll catch you.' He said. 'Trust me. Voldemort's coming.' He was clutching his branded arm and she could hear the pain in his voice.

Hermione breathed in and heard the whooping sound of a Death Eater.

Then five.

Then ten.

The whooping was all around them. Up, forward, back, left, right but not down. The others were urging their broomsticks to go faster, but they had less weight. Hermione still had some of her fat from being pregnant, now she did have a reason to diet.

The whooping stopped. 'Don't run...' A voice hissed. 'I'll just catch you.'

Hermione wrapped one arm around Elda then with the remaining arm pushed away from the broomstick.

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Air doesn't feel heavy, it surrounds you and caresses you gently. That was the reason some weren't scared to fall and others were. The feeling and knowledge that you'll just keep falling then hit something is maddening. You keep waiting to hear a crack, a scream, something. Then you realise, you probably won't hear anything.

If your falling out of a night sky you think your dead, thats what Hermione thought. You just see black, and its endless, there is nothing comforting about the air that surrounds you when gravity is having its way with you.

Are you supposed to close your eyes? See a bright white light? A door, maybe a gate?

Maybe just black?

Maybe you'll fall forever...?

Hermione was waiting, she didn't know if everything in her mind was going slow, it certainly seemed like it. But then again she was only focusing on one pinprick of light, a far away star. But would that disappear soon?

A red and green explosion slowly filled a tiny gap through the clouds and then disappeared, along with the gap. Now just a grey-black expanse filled her view.

Elda's heart was beating incredibly fast under her jacket.

Hermione felt small in the world around her. Her thoughts were running a muck in her mind, useless spells, meaningless apologies and stupid arguments were running so fast through her mind.

Waiting is one of the most terrifying things you must ever do sometimes.

Waiting for someone to catch you was even worse. It was like the game 'Trust' that muggles played. Someone would fall back, their friend would catch them. It was like that moment when they step back to far and you think they will let you fall and you know you cant stop but you do freak out. Imagine how Hermione was feeling.

Blotches of colour illuminated the clouds and she saw a figure fly down to a house. At least someone was safe.

She felt herself falling faster.

Softness enveloped her.

She felt a smile grace her lips and she felt safe underneath the raging battle.

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Murriel's house was a very old fashioned house, no where near to the extent of what Umbridge's had been, but old fashioned it twas. (A.N. Couldn't resist using Twas xD) She had beautiful bookshelves with ornately carved leaves and flowers, books of all shapes and kinds, the brightest being the ones written by Rita Skeeter. She had comfy chintz chairs and heavy wooden tables. The walls had beautiful depictions of gardens and scenery, her most prized piece being one of a dragon flying over a courtyard where a couple and their child were laying in the grass laughing and smelling flowers.

A slightly out of place couch was also there.

In the corner of the room a beautiful piano stood, accompanied by a seat.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on the chair shifting between staring at the couch, the Weasley's and the two Malfoy's.

Hermione was laying on the couch in a deep sleep, nobody dared to wake her up, but everyone except Draco felt she would make it. It was that stupid feeling of guilt that was making him feel so depressed. Everyone agreed with his idea and supported him, even though that just made him feel worse.

'Ouch!' George whispered. 'Can you not just heal it with a spell!' He demanded as Mrs Weasley dabbed his cheek with antiseptic.

'Do you want an infection growing under your skin!' She hissed and dabbed him once very hard.

It was late at night and so slowly Mrs Weasley hurried Ginny and George of to bed, Murriel shuffled around the room distastefully for a few moments before Mr Weasley escorted her to her room and to bed.

Elda was laying in Hermione's arms, the room was light by soft, sweet smelling candles that gave the room a toned down effect of what Trelawney's was like. Draco turned away from Hermione and opened the piano's cover and began to play the melody of the song that Hermione had sung for Elda.

He stumbled over quite a few of the notes but still managed to play the song right, he didn't know that Hermione had been feigning sleep for quite a while, hoping to hear him play.

He stumbled over another note and sighed. He put his hands in the beginning position and began again. He played the song with only several mistakes, and these Hermione only noticed because he swore angrily after each one. He began to play again, this time he played it faster and she realised it had been slowed down so that he could remember.

It was absolutely mental how he could play so quickly, the keys, but not bash them to death whilst doing so.

She watched him from the couch and smiled softly. He sighed and gently hit his head against the keys. 'You play well, you know?' Hermione said.

He jumped up. 'Son of a- don't do that.' He ran a hand through his hair and watched Hermione smirk at him.

'What happened, I remember falling and black, but nothing more.' Hermione said. She sighed and leaned her head back on her pillow, but she didn't sleep.

Draco sat down at the foot of the couch and also looked up at the ceiling. 'Well you fell, obviously, then Voldemort came, you were just in time, I'm serious, he would have killed you if you hadn't fallen. After that I went under the clouds, got soaked too mind you, and looked for you, you were halfway through the descent so I cast a spell to slow you down. It worked and I was able to catch you. Don't you remember?' He looked up at Hermione who was cradling Elda.

'I remember black, so much black, then something soft grabbed me and I blacked out... we should ask Murriel about the Pureblood Marriage thing, she probably knows all about it...'

Draco nodded and got up and made his way to the candles.

'Don't, leave them on.' Hermione whispered. He nodded.

'Night Granger.'

'Night Malfoy.'

Hermione gazed at the soft light playing across the ceiling and closed her eyes. It wasn't completely black but dark enough for her to feel weightless again. She sighed and cradled Elda even closer. Draco watched her from the doorway until her breathing was even and then left.


Falling, shivers, I hate that feeling! I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out what to write in the next chapter, but meh, I'll figure it out soon! Thank you all so much guys.

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