Disclaimer- Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers not
me! Isenguard belongs to Tolkien and I don't know how many other people!
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AN- There's a mistake in an earlier chapter it says Hermione had been at
the I.S. for three years when in facts it's six.
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When Hermione woke, days later she felt somehow refreshed but very hungry.
She winced as sunlight flooded her vision and gasped as the man sitting in
the chair next to her became visible.
The unruly black hair, glasses, green eyes and scar were all so familiar but Harry Potter was older, taller and grinning with relief.
"Hello Hermione." He said.
Then the memory of what she'd tried to do fill her brain and she temporarily forgotten that she hadn't seen Harry in six years and asked, "What happened? Did I do it?"
Harry chuckled and nodded, "Yes, you did and know have the magical world alight with speculation."
Hermione let this sink in- six years of on and off work had just been made worth while! Then she turned her attention to the raven haired man.
"I've only just arrived." Harry said, "I came as quickly as I could."
"It's great to see you!" Hermione said.
"I would the same to you but I came fearing the worst. You scared everybody." Harry said.
"Oh. I miscalculated, I knew it would have some effect on me, but I had no idea just how much!" Hermione admitted.
"Ron hasn't left your side." Harry said more seriously, "I forced him to go and rest when I came, which was only and hour or so ago."
Hermione blinked in surprise. "Oh."
"Are you ready to eat something?" Harry asked, abruptly changing the subject.
"Yes! Food is well overdue!" Hermione said, remembering how hungry she was.
"Well I'll see that you get something."
* Harry went to the common room where he'd been told Hermione's friends were. When he entered, somebody rose with an anxious expression on her face.
This somebody had to be the most beautiful somebody Harry had ever met. She was elfin, Harry realised. She was small and petite, graceful and radiant, even through her distress. She had long dark blue hair like a midnight sky that shone with eyrie luminosity. Harry didn't doubt that the colour was natural. Her ivory skin was flawless and her features striking. Here eyes, large and sapphire coloured were red rimmed from crying.
"What's happened? Is she all right?" The elf asked, desperately, her voice like cool spring water running over smooth rocks.
"Yes. She's woken up." Harry said entranced, "I'm supposed to be getting her some food."
Others in the room were muttering excitedly, staring at his scar but the elf seemed not to have noticed.
"I'll see to that," A chestnut haired man said, leaving the room.
"Can I see her?" The elf asked, "Or is she worn out?"
"She's brimming with energy," Harry said, doing his best to sound intelligent and not openly gape.
"Oh good! Thank Merlin!" The elf sighed with relief.
"Don't thank him; it's his fault Hermione got into this state." Harry said half to himself.
The elf smiled such a captivating, wondrous smile!
"Come on then, if you're coming to see her," Harry prompted. *
As Harry watched the elf fuss over Hermione, he learned that her name was Eilonwy. What a pretty name! When Hermione noticed him standing in the corner staring, she grinned with delight, obviously noticing his admiration for her elfin friend.
"Eilonwy, you won't have met, Harry before, Harry Potter," Hermione said.
"Hello," Eilonwy said shaking his hand, noticing him for the first time. Harry felt a jolt of shock that Eilonwy wasn't in the least bit surprised or excited to be meeting the famous Harry Potter. It was conceited but he was so used to it.
"Eilonwy's race no nothing of your heroics Harry. They were never affected by the dark lord." Hermione explained.
Harry chuckled, "You can't imagine how refreshing it is to meet someone who has not already heard my name!" He said.
"You're wrong, in my own kingdom that is a problem for me too." Eilonwy grinned, "I am the Second Princess Eilonwy Restacia Morgana third in line for the throne of Herolia."
Harry blinked he wasn't sure whether to bow or not so he ended up doing an undignified bob and knocking over a chair in the process. Hermione and Eilonwy both laughed and any awkwardness was broken, only to be replaced by a sudden appearance of red hair and freckles.
Eilonwy scowled (even her scowls pretty Harry thought) and Hermione's face became impassive.
"Er sorry. wrong room," Ron lied, relief evident on his face.
"No that's fine," Hermione said, still a little stiffly.
"Take a seat," Eilonwy said, frostily.
"No, really, I'm late for a meeting with my team. I'll see you later Harry, Hermione. It's a pleasure seeing you again Princess Eilonwy." Ron said his face a violent shade of magenta.
*
Ron raced down the corridors cursing himself silently. She had been laughing! That musical, sweet laugh he was so accustomed to but at the same time a stranger to.
The despair he felt was excruciating, he had lost her and he would never get her back! Why couldn't he just accept that and learn to love another?
Even as he thought this Hermione's face appeared in his mind making him know that this was impossible.
He had meant what he said to Eilonwy of Herolia; he loved Hermione but had put a memory block on her not wanting her to tell Hermione. If she was going to find out, he wanted to be the one to tell her. But how? When she wouldn't even look him in the eye, and made her face like a statues whenever he walked into the room?
The unruly black hair, glasses, green eyes and scar were all so familiar but Harry Potter was older, taller and grinning with relief.
"Hello Hermione." He said.
Then the memory of what she'd tried to do fill her brain and she temporarily forgotten that she hadn't seen Harry in six years and asked, "What happened? Did I do it?"
Harry chuckled and nodded, "Yes, you did and know have the magical world alight with speculation."
Hermione let this sink in- six years of on and off work had just been made worth while! Then she turned her attention to the raven haired man.
"I've only just arrived." Harry said, "I came as quickly as I could."
"It's great to see you!" Hermione said.
"I would the same to you but I came fearing the worst. You scared everybody." Harry said.
"Oh. I miscalculated, I knew it would have some effect on me, but I had no idea just how much!" Hermione admitted.
"Ron hasn't left your side." Harry said more seriously, "I forced him to go and rest when I came, which was only and hour or so ago."
Hermione blinked in surprise. "Oh."
"Are you ready to eat something?" Harry asked, abruptly changing the subject.
"Yes! Food is well overdue!" Hermione said, remembering how hungry she was.
"Well I'll see that you get something."
* Harry went to the common room where he'd been told Hermione's friends were. When he entered, somebody rose with an anxious expression on her face.
This somebody had to be the most beautiful somebody Harry had ever met. She was elfin, Harry realised. She was small and petite, graceful and radiant, even through her distress. She had long dark blue hair like a midnight sky that shone with eyrie luminosity. Harry didn't doubt that the colour was natural. Her ivory skin was flawless and her features striking. Here eyes, large and sapphire coloured were red rimmed from crying.
"What's happened? Is she all right?" The elf asked, desperately, her voice like cool spring water running over smooth rocks.
"Yes. She's woken up." Harry said entranced, "I'm supposed to be getting her some food."
Others in the room were muttering excitedly, staring at his scar but the elf seemed not to have noticed.
"I'll see to that," A chestnut haired man said, leaving the room.
"Can I see her?" The elf asked, "Or is she worn out?"
"She's brimming with energy," Harry said, doing his best to sound intelligent and not openly gape.
"Oh good! Thank Merlin!" The elf sighed with relief.
"Don't thank him; it's his fault Hermione got into this state." Harry said half to himself.
The elf smiled such a captivating, wondrous smile!
"Come on then, if you're coming to see her," Harry prompted. *
As Harry watched the elf fuss over Hermione, he learned that her name was Eilonwy. What a pretty name! When Hermione noticed him standing in the corner staring, she grinned with delight, obviously noticing his admiration for her elfin friend.
"Eilonwy, you won't have met, Harry before, Harry Potter," Hermione said.
"Hello," Eilonwy said shaking his hand, noticing him for the first time. Harry felt a jolt of shock that Eilonwy wasn't in the least bit surprised or excited to be meeting the famous Harry Potter. It was conceited but he was so used to it.
"Eilonwy's race no nothing of your heroics Harry. They were never affected by the dark lord." Hermione explained.
Harry chuckled, "You can't imagine how refreshing it is to meet someone who has not already heard my name!" He said.
"You're wrong, in my own kingdom that is a problem for me too." Eilonwy grinned, "I am the Second Princess Eilonwy Restacia Morgana third in line for the throne of Herolia."
Harry blinked he wasn't sure whether to bow or not so he ended up doing an undignified bob and knocking over a chair in the process. Hermione and Eilonwy both laughed and any awkwardness was broken, only to be replaced by a sudden appearance of red hair and freckles.
Eilonwy scowled (even her scowls pretty Harry thought) and Hermione's face became impassive.
"Er sorry. wrong room," Ron lied, relief evident on his face.
"No that's fine," Hermione said, still a little stiffly.
"Take a seat," Eilonwy said, frostily.
"No, really, I'm late for a meeting with my team. I'll see you later Harry, Hermione. It's a pleasure seeing you again Princess Eilonwy." Ron said his face a violent shade of magenta.
*
Ron raced down the corridors cursing himself silently. She had been laughing! That musical, sweet laugh he was so accustomed to but at the same time a stranger to.
The despair he felt was excruciating, he had lost her and he would never get her back! Why couldn't he just accept that and learn to love another?
Even as he thought this Hermione's face appeared in his mind making him know that this was impossible.
He had meant what he said to Eilonwy of Herolia; he loved Hermione but had put a memory block on her not wanting her to tell Hermione. If she was going to find out, he wanted to be the one to tell her. But how? When she wouldn't even look him in the eye, and made her face like a statues whenever he walked into the room?