Title – Harry Potter: Return to the Chamber
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!)
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
***
Back at Ron's house, Hermione and Ron sat in their bed. It was about a year after their marriage. Hermione had a job at the Ministry of Magic, and Ron was a Beater on the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team, so they had a rather nice house. It was big, so it felt a slight bit empty with just the two occupants, but Hermione was eight months pregnant with their first child, so it wasn't much longer until they had a third inhabitant.
Hermione was asleep, resting her head on his bare chest, but Ron was wide awake. The nightmares of Harry's death had kept him from sleeping ever since the fateful night. He had tried to talk to Hermione about it, but she didn't understand. She wasn't there. She didn't have to watch him fall to the ground like a sack of wet cement. She didn't have to see her best friend lying there, limp and lifeless…
Ron sighed as he stroked Hermione's brown curly hair. He smiled as he watched her breathe in and out rhythmically. He glanced down at Hermione's stomach. It was covered by a white maternity nightgown, but its shape was obvious through the material. Ron reached down and placed a hand on his wife's belly. He felt his son or daughter kick at him. Hermione shifted a little in her sleep. Ron smiled softly to himself.
He wondered what Harry would have done if he found out that Hermione was pregnant. But then Ron reminded himself that Harry was gone, and he would never know about his child, and that thinking about Harry would only make it hurt more.
He was about to move Hermione back onto her pillow so he could go find something to eat for a midnight snack, but he felt a sharp pain in his head.
Then, suddenly, he was back in the woods at Stoatshead Hill. It was dark, but Ron found that he was able to see anyway. He and Harry walked through the woods. Harry stopped and Ron heard Harry shouting something. Ron felt his head turn and he saw Lucius Malfoy. His hair, as usual was greasy and looked as though he had tried to slick it back similar to the way his son did, but it had been tousled and scattered during his trek through the woods and was disheveled. His robes were torn and ripped in various places. Ron felt himself duck behind a tree and poke his head around the side of the trunk.
Lucius and Harry both pulled out their wands. Harry tried desperately to defend himself as he told Ron to get himself out. But Lucius dodged Harry's curse and shouted 'Avada Kedavra!' Harry screamed and collapsed as the green light touched his body. Ron screamed, "NO!"
"Wha-? What happened?" Hermione mumbled as she sat up. She looked concernedly at Ron, who was shaking and sweating. His eyes were clamped shut, but he was tossing and turning as if he were living a dream – or, the case being, a nightmare. She touched his trembling hand.
"He… and I… and then… but…" Ron rambled. He was breathing hard. Hermione sighed. No doubt he was having another one of his flashbacks.
"Its all right, honey," she said soothingly. "I'm here, you're all right." But Ron couldn't hear her. He was still back in the forest, with Harry and Lucius.
Ron tried to go over to Harry, but Lucius was still there. Ron knew that if Lucius saw him, then Ron was as good as dead. He watched Harry's murderer laugh insanely and do a little jig.
"Master will be so pleased," Lucius murmured as he Disapparated.
Ron darted out from behind the tree and went over to Harry's body. Harry's hair was slightly parted in the front and Ron could see his scar. It was flickering a blackish color. Ron felt a tear trickle down his cheek as he tried to lift Harry's limp body. But then he remembered he was a wizard, and he didn't have to use strength to lift his friend.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Hermione heard Ron say out loud.
Back in Ron's little world, Harry levitated about three feet off the ground and Ron slowly dragged Harry's body back to the Burrow through the snow.
Ron's eyes shot open. He was trembling. This was the clearest he had seen the flashback ever. Most times it was just a little clip of it, they usually didn't last very long. But this one…
"Hermione," Ron mumbled. He hugged her close. "It was awful."
Hermione nodded and hugged him back. She didn't know what he was going through, she didn't know what kind of pain he experienced, but she tried to be understanding and compassionate.
"What happened?" she asked.
He described to her everything he had seen. She nodded.
"Hrm," she murmured. "Some of that sounds pretty new…" Ron could only nod.
Hermione snuggled closer to him, as if to comfort him. "Its all right," she said. "The worst has come."
"I suppose you're right," Ron agreed. He looked down at her. She was rubbing her stomach where the baby kicked the most. They were silent for a moment.
"He's pretty active," Hermione said.
"How do you know it's a boy?" Ron chuckled. "It could be a girl."
"Or it could be a goat," Hermione laughed.
"He gets it from your side of the family," Ron teased. Hermione pretended to be offended. Ron put his hand on top of Hermione's.
"I miss Harry," she said.
"I do too," Ron said. He brushed her cheek with his other hand.
"I wish there was some way we could bring him back, Ron," Hermione whispered.
"You're the clever little genius, you figure something out," Ron said, reminiscing from his school days when Hermione was the brilliant student. Suddenly, Hermione got an idea.
"I have an idea," she said.
"Tell me," Ron replied.
"No, you'll just have to wait till tomorrow morning." Hermione grinned at him, planted a kiss on the end of his nose, then rolled over and went to sleep. Ron sighed happily. The thoughts of Harry's death were completely out of his mind as he watched Hermione sleep. Then he drifted off into slumber himself.
Author – Grace the Amazing Cracker
Rating – PG13
Genre – Romance
Disclaimer – I own nothing, nor do I claim to be J.K. Rowling. If I was, would I really be posting my stuff on FanFiction.Net? I didn't think so. All I own is my Dream Street CD, my insane little mind, my love for R/H fics, and Jesse McCartney's leash (although I wouldn't say no to Draco!)
Summary – It's Ron and Hermione's wedding day. The day they've been waiting for all their lives. Yet, something is missing…
***
Back at Ron's house, Hermione and Ron sat in their bed. It was about a year after their marriage. Hermione had a job at the Ministry of Magic, and Ron was a Beater on the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team, so they had a rather nice house. It was big, so it felt a slight bit empty with just the two occupants, but Hermione was eight months pregnant with their first child, so it wasn't much longer until they had a third inhabitant.
Hermione was asleep, resting her head on his bare chest, but Ron was wide awake. The nightmares of Harry's death had kept him from sleeping ever since the fateful night. He had tried to talk to Hermione about it, but she didn't understand. She wasn't there. She didn't have to watch him fall to the ground like a sack of wet cement. She didn't have to see her best friend lying there, limp and lifeless…
Ron sighed as he stroked Hermione's brown curly hair. He smiled as he watched her breathe in and out rhythmically. He glanced down at Hermione's stomach. It was covered by a white maternity nightgown, but its shape was obvious through the material. Ron reached down and placed a hand on his wife's belly. He felt his son or daughter kick at him. Hermione shifted a little in her sleep. Ron smiled softly to himself.
He wondered what Harry would have done if he found out that Hermione was pregnant. But then Ron reminded himself that Harry was gone, and he would never know about his child, and that thinking about Harry would only make it hurt more.
He was about to move Hermione back onto her pillow so he could go find something to eat for a midnight snack, but he felt a sharp pain in his head.
Then, suddenly, he was back in the woods at Stoatshead Hill. It was dark, but Ron found that he was able to see anyway. He and Harry walked through the woods. Harry stopped and Ron heard Harry shouting something. Ron felt his head turn and he saw Lucius Malfoy. His hair, as usual was greasy and looked as though he had tried to slick it back similar to the way his son did, but it had been tousled and scattered during his trek through the woods and was disheveled. His robes were torn and ripped in various places. Ron felt himself duck behind a tree and poke his head around the side of the trunk.
Lucius and Harry both pulled out their wands. Harry tried desperately to defend himself as he told Ron to get himself out. But Lucius dodged Harry's curse and shouted 'Avada Kedavra!' Harry screamed and collapsed as the green light touched his body. Ron screamed, "NO!"
"Wha-? What happened?" Hermione mumbled as she sat up. She looked concernedly at Ron, who was shaking and sweating. His eyes were clamped shut, but he was tossing and turning as if he were living a dream – or, the case being, a nightmare. She touched his trembling hand.
"He… and I… and then… but…" Ron rambled. He was breathing hard. Hermione sighed. No doubt he was having another one of his flashbacks.
"Its all right, honey," she said soothingly. "I'm here, you're all right." But Ron couldn't hear her. He was still back in the forest, with Harry and Lucius.
Ron tried to go over to Harry, but Lucius was still there. Ron knew that if Lucius saw him, then Ron was as good as dead. He watched Harry's murderer laugh insanely and do a little jig.
"Master will be so pleased," Lucius murmured as he Disapparated.
Ron darted out from behind the tree and went over to Harry's body. Harry's hair was slightly parted in the front and Ron could see his scar. It was flickering a blackish color. Ron felt a tear trickle down his cheek as he tried to lift Harry's limp body. But then he remembered he was a wizard, and he didn't have to use strength to lift his friend.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Hermione heard Ron say out loud.
Back in Ron's little world, Harry levitated about three feet off the ground and Ron slowly dragged Harry's body back to the Burrow through the snow.
Ron's eyes shot open. He was trembling. This was the clearest he had seen the flashback ever. Most times it was just a little clip of it, they usually didn't last very long. But this one…
"Hermione," Ron mumbled. He hugged her close. "It was awful."
Hermione nodded and hugged him back. She didn't know what he was going through, she didn't know what kind of pain he experienced, but she tried to be understanding and compassionate.
"What happened?" she asked.
He described to her everything he had seen. She nodded.
"Hrm," she murmured. "Some of that sounds pretty new…" Ron could only nod.
Hermione snuggled closer to him, as if to comfort him. "Its all right," she said. "The worst has come."
"I suppose you're right," Ron agreed. He looked down at her. She was rubbing her stomach where the baby kicked the most. They were silent for a moment.
"He's pretty active," Hermione said.
"How do you know it's a boy?" Ron chuckled. "It could be a girl."
"Or it could be a goat," Hermione laughed.
"He gets it from your side of the family," Ron teased. Hermione pretended to be offended. Ron put his hand on top of Hermione's.
"I miss Harry," she said.
"I do too," Ron said. He brushed her cheek with his other hand.
"I wish there was some way we could bring him back, Ron," Hermione whispered.
"You're the clever little genius, you figure something out," Ron said, reminiscing from his school days when Hermione was the brilliant student. Suddenly, Hermione got an idea.
"I have an idea," she said.
"Tell me," Ron replied.
"No, you'll just have to wait till tomorrow morning." Hermione grinned at him, planted a kiss on the end of his nose, then rolled over and went to sleep. Ron sighed happily. The thoughts of Harry's death were completely out of his mind as he watched Hermione sleep. Then he drifted off into slumber himself.