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Chapter Eleven

"I'm Scared for Her..."

When they got home from the grocery store, Harry picked Hermione up and carried her bridal-style to her bedroom. He gently laid her on her bed. She took off her socks and shoes and her belt. Then, she lowered herself back onto the bed and turned on her side, away from Harry. He did the same and spooned against her back and held her against his chest. "Harry..." she cried. Holly's rattle that she had dropped when she had been accioed into the Death Eater's arms was being held in her hand. It was the last thing she had touched. "She's gone..." she whispered. Crookshanks jumped up onto the bed and curled himself up near his mistress, keeping guard.

Harry felt as if there was a part of his heart missing now that the Death Eaters had taken Holly away. He felt as if he, Hermione, and Holly had become a small family and it was taken away from from him so quickly. "I know," he replied tears rolling down his face. He kissed her neck. His tears leaving wet spots on it. "I know, Hermione. We'll find her. I promise you, we will get her back. If it's the last thing I do."

Hermione rolled over in his arms and buried her face in his chest. He held her close and they cried with each other until they both fell asleep.


Lily and James watched them snuggle up into each other's arms as they passed Hermione's room. Like Harry, James led a disraught Lily into their bedroom. "Why? Why could we not protect her, James? Why did she have to go?"

"I don't know, Lily dear. I do not know," he replied laying her down on their bed and curling up next to her like his son did with Hermione. As much as Lily loved the fun and playful James, she had silently decided that she loved this James the most. The caring and loving one. The one she helped create.

When Lily and James met, it was at Hogwarts-when it was still open. They were in the same year as Sirius, Remus, Lyra, and Tonks. At that time, Severus Snape was Lily's best friend. They had been neighbors before. James used to make fun of Severus and used to hex him for the fun of it and Lily hated him. However, James thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and often times tried to pursue her. He was shot down every time. At least until their Seventh Year when they became Head Boy and Girl. And James had stopped hexing people for the fun of it. They fell in love and Lily was able to change his ways. He was still a prankster, but he was also caring. And James couldn't have been happier.

He held his wife tight about his chest as she cried herself to sleep. And he hoped. He hoped they could bring their surrogate granddaughter home somehow. And as he hoped, he wept.


Later that night, Harry found he was in bed by himself. He felt cold as he missed Hermione's warmth. He made his way down the stairs, hoping to find her in maybe eating dinner or watching the television. However, he found his parents sitting at the dining table, eating a small meal of spaghetti. He could see the tearmarks on his mother's face. She forced a smile as she saw him. "Hello, dear. You hungry?" He wasn't really. He wanted to find Hermione first. He shook his head.

"Hermione's still asleep?" James asked.

"No, I thought she was down here. You don't know where she is?" They both shook their heads, indicating that they didn't. He sighed, defeated lowering his head. Then...his head shot up.

"I know where she is," he said and ran out the back door. With his catlike instincts, he leaped into the air and transformed into his panther form. With his speed, he was at the Creek in no time. He saw her in her human form sitting on the edge of the Creek. Her back was to him, so she could not see him approach. He morphed back into a human and walked up to her slowly. He could hear her sniffles and shaky breath as she cried.

"I knew you'd find me, Harry," she said knowing he was behind her. He could see her breath in the cold air. Her voice sounded strained. She was definitely crying. Holly being taken away seemed to be the hardest on Hermione, who had become somewhat of her mother.

"I knew where you'd be. This is where I come to think. Come on, let's go back. It's dark and freezing out here. Death Eaters could be out here," he suggested sitting down next to her and wrapping his arm around her, trying to warm her up. Hermione wouldn't budge, she just leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I'm scared for her, Harry," she whispered burying her face in his neck.

"I know you are. So am I. But she's strong. I just hope wherever she is, she knows we love her." Harry kissed the top of her head.

"Since we have compromised the Malfoy House, I know she's not there anymore. They've taken her somewhere else. Some place very difficult to find. Very difficult to take." She paused before continuing. "I want this all to end, Harry. I want this war over with. I want to live in peace."

He kissed her on the side of the head. "Me too, Hermione. Me too. And we will. I can end this. I'm destined to. I'm destined to defeat him. I'm supposed to have this power that can defeat him. I don't know what it is, though. But I swear to you, Hermione, I will find it. And I'll defeat him. And we'll get Holly back."

"We need to figure out that power. Do you think it might have anything to do with you surviving the Killing Curse?"

"It might. Why don't we worry about that tomorrow? Come on, Mum made spaghetti." He stood up and held out his hand to her. She took it and he helped her to her feet. He used too much energy and she hit his chest with hers. They were mere inches from each other. Harry could feel her breath on his face. He started to lean forward. He wanted this. He knew he did. She wasn't pulling away either.

Two inches.

One inch.

A half.

Almost there.

AAAAAOOOOOOO! came a loud howl. They pulled away from each other quickly. Blushing. Embarrassed the two were at almost kissing. Hermione walked past him and led the way home.


"HOW COULD YOU LET HIM GET AWAY?" Voldemort yelled into Scabior's face. "HE WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE! AND YOU LET HIM GET AWAY!"

"Master, what was I supposed to do? He can't be killed," the head Snatcher defended himself.

"You could've captured him! And brought him here! I could've dealt with him myself! Could've tortured him instead! Could've kept him locked away in the dungeon for the rest of his life! If he can die, of course! Who knew that the boy who can survive the Killing Curse was the one to steal the child?" He asked them a rhetorical question. He paused and turned to the rest of his followers. "No matter! We've got the child back! And even better-we've got hundreds of more recruits. And young, too. We'll let the Order wait. And wait. And wait. Let them wait anxiously for their deaths. Then...we attack. For the last time."

Suddenly, a high-pitched crying erupted throughout the whole of Riddle Manor. Everyone knew what it was. It wouldn't stop. It wouldn't cease.

"SOMEONE SHUT THAT LITTLE BITCH UP!" Voldemort screamed for someone to cast a Silencing Charm on the room she was staying in.


Holly could not stop crying. Where was her Mummy? Where was her Daddy? She was in a dank and cold place. She was shivering. Freezing. She cried and cried all day and all night until she got tired. Three times a day, some scary-looking person would bring her a bottle and change her diaper. Other than that, she didn't see any other person. She was alone.

She wanted her Mummy. With the fluffy hair and warm body. She wanted her Daddy. She wanted him to hold against his protective chest again. She wanted the big orange cat that had the soft fur and curled up next to her on the blanket when she would play. She wanted the older lady with the fire hair and the man who looked just like her Daddy.

She missed her Mummy's singing. Her Daddy's tickles. She wanted to get away from here. She wanted them back. Why did they have to leave? Where did they go? Of course, the child was too young to understand what was going on. But she did understand that something was wrong.

Eventually she would cry herself to sleep and dream of being with her Mummy and Daddy in their backyard and sometimes at the place with the water that came from up above rocks.

Holly missed her family and wanted them back.


"Voldemort is getting even stronger," Kingsley Shacklebolt said during the next Order meeting a week later. "We still have no idea what this power Harry has that Voldemort doesn't. Hermione has suggested that the fact that he survives the Killing Curse could be related to the power."

"I survived it again when Holly was taken from the grocery store. I covered Hermione with my body and I took the hit. My body absorbed it," Harry explained.

"Weren't you protecting Hermione the first time, too?" Sirius asked.

Everyone froze as they realized he was right. The first time Harry was hit by the Killing Curse he had jumped in front of it to save Hermione from being hit with it. This time he had covered her with his body. "Do you think something triggers it?" Harry asked.

"Probably your need to protect her," Kingsley suggested. "Or...something stronger."

Harry glanced at Hermione, blushing a bit. "Probably," was all he said hoping no one else saw that he was turning red. However, his mother did, who had a ghost of a smile on her face. "It's coming soon," Harry said seriously. "I can feel it. The end of the war. One side will be the victor. The other side dead."

"We must prepare," was Kingsley's last comment.

TBC...


Well, there's chapter 11. Hoped you liked it. I know Holly to WAY to young to know and understand what a mother and a father are. But its just from her side, not necessarily her POV.

The tables have turned. Harry is now the one finding Hermione at the Creek. Harry and Hermione ALMOST kissed. Stupid wolf. By the way, if anyone tries to tell me that the full moon was the night before and so there's no way wolves could be howling. Wolves howl all the time, not just for the full moon. Read Twilight. Haha.

Sorry it was so short.

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