ok this is an angsty shot for harry and hermione

A Real Nightmare

Harry exited the fireplace, frowning. His team had lost three members, so he was forced to return with the other four. His arm was bleeding and he knew the potion was destroying it. His body was aching in pain. The rest of the four members of his team were injured as well. Because the Aurors were outnumbered compared to the neo Death Eaters, they'd been injured badly, almost severely.

As Harry moved down with the elevators, he wished Hermione would be there, waiting for him. As soon as the elevators' doors opened, Hermione ran close to him. She supported his harmed body with hers. He lined half of his weight on her and they started moving. Hermione led him to a chair as the rest of the Healers helped the rest of his team.

'Three of my team members didn't make it,' Harry whispered and Hermione nodded.

'Sshh, not now Harry, you matter now,' she said as she started casting spells on his injured arm.

He looked at her and smiled. She, concentrated on his arm, a true Healer. People were yelling and cursing around her, but she was there for him. Healers had been in that mission, waiting for the injured Aurors in the Ministry.

A few Neo Death Eaters had been on the lose yet, a dozen or even less and Harry would have everyone captured, ending this new threat moving on Voldemort's path. Their little son was waiting in their home. Harry smile at the thought of him, his large emerald eyes and black hair and Hermione's nose. Hermione looked at him, still casting spells on him. She smiled a bit and kept working on his wounds. After some seconds she was done. His hand was still in pain but it looked fine.

'Thank you, love,' Harry said as he moved his arm.

'Anytime,' Hermione said smiling, and looked around. Every injured Auror was covered by some other Healer so she sat next to Harry and looked at him. He smiled at her as he saw the worry and fear in her eyes.

'I'm fine, Mione,' Harry said, his voice breaking by exhaustion and pain. Hermione chuckled sadly.

'Yeah, I can see that,' she said looking at his arm and then his eyes. 'At least, we both will see James tonight, for this time…' she added and stood up ready to walk away, but Harry gripped her hand and put her on his lap.

'I promised you I capture those bastards and I will. James will be seeing us for the rest of his life, understood?' he asked, his voice firm but his face smiling, she nodded and kissed his lips, caressing his lips with hers.

'I love you,' she whispered and Harry kissed her cheek and let her stand up again.

After some minutes, all the Healers had finished their jobs and had to return in the hospital to finish their reports about the mission. The Chief Healer gathered them and before Hermione exited Harry's office, she mouthed, 'See you,' smiled, and left.

Harry smiled at her too. She was beautiful in her green robes, he had to admit. He moved himself on his feet forcefully. He had to make the report, but he felt so guilty for his lost teammates. He couldn't believe they were so exposed; McMahon had assured him their position would be safe for that night and his team hadn't returned yet. He would have a word with him if McMahon was still alive… Harry wanted only to return in his home, see his son and make love to his wife. Nothing more, nothing else.

Harry didn't finish his thoughts as the entire building started shaking and a massive explosion from upstairs made everyone cover themselves.

Harry didn't know what that was, but Hermione should be still upstairs or in the elevators. He ran out of the office; people were screaming and running around the corridor. Like many, he tried to reach the elevators; they were destroyed. Harry couldn't believe it. Neo Death Eaters had possibly hit the atrium, the ministry's place with the most people. And Hermione was up there. Harry's heart hurt literally at the thought of her right now.

He started running back in his office, people pushing and hitting him as they kept moving around in pure panic. Another explosion was heard and people kept screaming, angrier now. Harry entered his office and gripped some floo powder. He had to try.

'Ministry's atrium!'

The next thing he saw was dust, flames, bright flashes of spells and blood around the atrium. People were fighting; men in hoods were hitting ministry's people. Harry took his wand out and hit the small group of the intruders. Ministry's people kept hitting them; McMahon's team entered the atrium as well and started hitting the team on the spot. Harry tried to curse as more as he could but he couldn't recognize Hermione in that chaos. He couldn't hear her voice casting spells and that made his heart beat faster, harder.

Minutes after, the intruders had finally been destroyed or had escaped. People started screaming at McMahon's team. He had led the intruders there. Harry didn't care about the git, right now.

He wanted to find his wife. He moved closer to the huge golden statue of him, Hermione and Ron and looked behind it. A bunch of people in green robes were gathered upon three people on the floor, casting spells trying to help them. Harry felt his heart stopping as he spotted Hermione's bushy hair on the floor.

He ran close to them, his heart pounding, mind racing. She couldn't be… 'Hermione!' Harry shouted.

The Chief Healer turned around and looked at Harry as he reached the small team. He just shook his head negatively and hid his face on his palms. Harry didn't give attention to him. He looked behind the Healer and his heart stopped. The fear, the nightmare he always had of Hermione hurt was now alive; right in front of him but this time, it was much worse. Back in fifth year, her eyes were closed, but Neville had screamed she was alive.

Now, now her eyes were widely opened, shock all over her face. A large wound beneath her healer's robes was still bleeding; on her abdomen. The rest of her body was pale, white, her clothes damp in her blood, her form in a large pool of her own blood. Harry felt his knees go weak.

He collapsed close to her, her sight left him speechless. Hermione was dead, gone, murdered. Healers were murmuring about her wounds and the way they couldn't heal her but Harry didn't hear, couldn't actually. The sight of her had shut his senses down; only his sight was on, looking at her dead, injured body, her blood and her lifeless eyes.

'At least, we both will see James tonight, for this time…' she had said before. He broke down, he reached and gripped her lifeless body, pressed against his, and not caring of being in the same pool of blood with her, trying to feel a hint of life in her, try to hear her heart, the heart he had used to hear when he was collapsed against her after their lovemaking.

His hand caressed her cut body, her abdomen; the abdomen had carried their son for nine months. He clutched her hair, he could still smell her roses' sense mixed with blood's one, but couldn't feel her chest rising and falling, couldn't hear her breath, couldn't feel her moving, couldn't feel her…

He started screaming and hugging Hermione's body tighter, knowing she was gone forever.

'Daddy!'

Harry opened his eyes widely. He was all sweaty, looking around for some moments, and he was in his house, in his and Hermione's house. He was laid on his bed and everything was blurred without his glasses.

'Daddy! Wake up please!' Lilly said again and nudged his arm harder, his three years old daughter moving on top of him. Harry hadn't moved by the shock yet, that nightmare was so real. The neo Death Eaters were vanished, but Harry had made it in Wales' ministry with his team almost two years ago, England's ministry hadn't been destroyed and most important, Hermione wasn't there because she was pregnant that time with Lilly.

'Come on Daddy! Mummy said you have to wake up!' Lilly said again and gripped his cheeks and started pitching them as she always liked to. Her small teeth were now visible now since she was smiling.

Harry smiled at his little girl, relieved for all that being a nightmare, it was so real though, Harry wiped his sweaty temple and the tears from his eyes.

'Daddy, did you have a nightmare?' Lilly asked. Harry looked at Hermione's mini version.

'Yes, baby, I did.' Harry answered honestly. Lilly let her small frame spread against his torso, her small arms hugging him tightly. He hugged her as well, his hands around her little frame. She reached and gave him a kiss on his cheek and he responded with a kiss on hers.

'Better now?' she asked; her little voice full of concern. Harry's heart melt, Lilly was exactly like Hermione both in and out. She was clever, loved books even if she couldn't read them yet and always wanted to help everyone. She was very close to her five years old brother, James and always cared for her little brother Sirius, who was now a few months old.

'Yes, pumpkin, much much better,' Harry replied and Lilly smiled at her dad brighter.

'You promised!' she said firmly, remanding him his promise to her of taking her in Honeydukes with James.

'I did, and daddy always keeps his promises,' Harry said and sat on the bed, gripped her little body and started ticking her on her ribs and neck. Lilly started screaming playfully and squealed as he kept tickling her.

'Please- daddy-stop!' Lilly said laughing. Harry kept tickling her, savoring his little girl's sight, her beautiful cinnamon eyes tearing up by laughing.

Hermione cleared her throat. She was standing on the doorway with little Sirius wrapped in a blanket in her hug. Harry looked at her and smiled, stopping his tickle attack, dream's images rushing back in his mind, Thank Merlin it was just a nightmare.

Hermione looked so beautiful, so alive with their little son in her hands. Lilly rolled over and sat next to him, looking at her mom, smiling as well. Hermione returned the smile to both of them.

'I woke him up, mommy, but daddy had a nightmare,' Lilly said and Hermione looked at Harry, concerned.

'Baby, go and get ready and I will do the same,' Harry said smiling to his little girl and Lilly nodded and left the room. Hermione approached their bed and sat down. Harry got closer and looked at her and then at Sirius. He had black hair and cinnamon eyes, like his mother's and grandfathers'. Harry leaned and kissed his third baby's head.

'Are you OK, love?' Hermione asked, still worried.

Harry looked at her and smiled, it was just a nightmare indeed. Hermione was there with him, alive, concern etched upon her face, looking at him with her famous Hermione-ish way. He smiled brighter.

'Everything is alright baby, it was just a nightmare.' Harry said and kissed Hermione hungrily; making both of them sure how much of a nightmare it was indeed.

knooowww I'm mean lol but i couldn't sue italics for Harry's dream it would destroy the angst, please review :)