I do not own Harry Potter. I really want to say thank you to all of the reviewers of the story, but especailly the ones who reviewed last chapter. Thank you again to ALL of my reviews, favoriters ia know it's not a word), and my subscribers. Lots of love, Forbbidenfruite.
p.s. to understand something that coms up in this chapter you need to look up what flower, so i will prabably explain it in the next chapter
Run. Run. Run. RUN! was all that was going through Harry Potter's mind as he ran as fast he could, adrenaline pushing him to go faster even though he was extremely weak. He had to get away, he needed to find Hermione, and he needed to avenge his family. He ran as fast as he could once he had managed to get past the guards. It had taken months upon months of planning to get out of his prison. He had observed the guards and their habits in order to figure out the best time to escape. He was going to escape about a month ago when all of the sudden his guards had changed. The two who had been watching him, Henry Bailey and Timothy Gopper, had been given a promotion apparently and the two men had left to be replaced by two younger less capable guards. Leonor Gainly and Thomas Smith were two young men who had been promoted from watching less dangerous people; they were not used to having to keep information disclosed and keeping a vigil eye on their charge. Harry had learned from the two men that Hermione was pregnant and he would never admit it to anyone, but he had silently cried for the girl who was like his sister. He pictured her scared, pregnant, and trapped in a snake pit. He had tried to work faster in order to get to Hermione quicker. He had to save her before he did anything else. Luckily for him his two guards had a lot of fun with Firewisky most nights, so he did not have a problem getting information from the two guards. They had basically given him a map, using their words of course, and had told him what important events were happening including the when and where of the event. Getting out was the hardest part. Even though both men when drunk were complete morons, they were not brain dead. He had to wait until they were completely drunk to talk to them.
"Can I have some?" Harry had asked the men who had been heavily drunk by the time he had asked them.
"Sur-" Gopper was cut off by Bailey.
"He could be tricking us." the drunken man said with surprising intelligence (a/n: I know there are drunken people who are very smart).
"How? He doesn't got a wand? Give the boy a drink." said the man as he stumbled over to the cell. Without thinking the man opened the door and Harry pounced. Even though was not terribly strong due to his imprisonment he still had quick reflexes. He forced Gopper to the ground and took the man's wand before running straight for Bailey. The man stood ready and waiting with his legs spread wide open and wand ready, hoping to be able to hit the man while moving Harry shot out a full body bind on Bailey and then Gobber, who was starting to get up. He then yelled "Dissilunte!" making the wall explode before running out. He ran for the courtyard where he knew the baby shower would be. Due to the information he got out of Bailey and Gopper, mostly Gopper, he knew where to run to. Woods surrounded the Manor thus the logical thing to do in this case would be run for the woods and find a place to hide, and then wait for night fall when it is hard to see and try to find their way to a village or somewhere where they could be far away from the monster. Harry was not thinking of revenge right now, all he wanted right now was for him and Hermione to be safe. He knew that his loved ones would want him to make sure Hermione was safe and cared for before he went around risking his life to avenge his family and friends.
Harry ran faster when he saw Hermione. Part of him was focusing on getting to her while the other half was relieved that she was okay. She really looked very beautiful in dark green robes with her chocolate curls flowing down her back. Hermione, being the smart witch she was, took out her wand and yelled "Stupefy!" throwing the guard closest to her backwards before she sprinted towards Harry. This was not an easy thing to do, of course, in such long dress robes. Harry grabbed her wrist as they both made a mad dash for the woods. They would have tried to apparate, but since they were not sure how it would affect Hermione and the baby they decided to not risk it. It was a silent agreement as they were too focused on finding somewhere to hide to speak to one another.
Harry pulled Hermione into a cave, still running until they felt they were far enough in. The two stared at each other the, neither saying a word to the other, just taking the other in. Hermione looked good, but you could tell she was stressed and tired. Harry, on the other hand, looked terrible with his dirty rags that were meant to resemble clothing, long tangled black hair, and dirty body. After a moment or two the two friends embraced, Hermione not caring that Harry was dirty. "I've missed you so much! I thought you dead." Hermione said her eyes full of tears of pain and joy.
"I'm here," Harry said soothingly as he tightened his hold on his sister, "I missed you too, 'Mione." He said giving her one finale squeeze before letting go of her. "So, Hermione…what are planning on doing about that?" Harry said pointing to her stomach.
Hermione gave him a soft crooked smile before answering, "I want to keep it. It's grown on me, you could say. No pun intended."
"I shouldn't of asked. You would never get rid of your own." Harry said throwing her a smile.
Back at the place Tom Riddle was not smiling. He had been in a meeting about what to do about a Grindylows that had taken to dragging more children than ever under water. They were thinking of ways to appease the sea demons when one of the guards burst in. "M'lord Harry Potter has escaped, he took the queen!" the man said in a panic. Tom felt his heart stop. The boy had taken his mate...that could not be true. Tom's green eyes turned black as he ran towards the commotion in the court yard.
"Where is she?' he snarled to the group of women gathered in the courtyard. Narcissa Malfoy pointed towards the woods. The woods? Why did the boy think that was a good idea? It was dirty in the woods and Hermione could get hurt. Tom ran towards the woods, the veela starting to take over. He followed her scent, the sweet smell that lead to his sweet mate. He came to a cave where the smeel was stronger and slowly stalked forward, trying not to make the duo aware of his pressence known. He stiffened when he smelt the guards as the snuck in behind him. He waited until the boy had turned around when his mate had asked if they should go further into the cave. In seconds his mate was in his arms and the guards had managed to get the boy and the wand. Tom, luckily, had thought a head and had charmed Hermione's wand so she could not hurt him magically. He picked her up bridal style and walked back to the castle. He ignored everyone as he passed them as he carried his mate to their room. The human was having a hard time controling the veela and the sooner they got to the room the better.
He kicked open the door and placed Hermione down gently in order to not harm the baby nor mate. In mere minuets his veela took control and before he knew it he was on top of his mate. "Naughty mate," the veela cooed, "you know better than to run off." as he spoke he kissed along her jaw line. "How are you going to make it up to me, my little love? You scared me so much and put yourself and the baby at risk. Whatever shall we do?" he asked between kisses, now going down her neck. "You know you will not be leaving the castle until the baby is bon. You'll be lucky if you are allowed out of this room at all." he graowled as he kissed her on her lips this time. his veela was determinedd to make his mate smell like him again. She smelled of Potter and his murky scent mixed with cinnamon. He wanted her to only smell of him, only think of him, and only love him.
A loud 'pop' resinated through out the room startling the the already on edge veela. "What?" Tom growled at the small green creature.
The elf said nothing, only put a boquet of red Carnations on the bed side table before leaving as quickly as possible. Who would send flowers at a time like this?