'They're heroes…'
'Sirius is free…'
'Are they going to live?'
'Yes, Ron, they are going to live…'
'Thank Merlin…'
Hermione only heard snippets of conversation as she was carried to the hospital wing. Before she lost consciousness again.
It was Ron who had found the two passed out on the ground. He had hit his head and was knocked out when Voldemort shot some sort of spell in their direction because he dove in front of Hermione. The spell hit him in the back and everything just went black. Once he had regained consciousness, he looked around frantically before remembering the chamber. He dashed in the room to find a dead Voldemort and his unconscious best friends.
So he ran as fast as he could to find Dumbledore. As soon as he had found Dumbledore, Ron led him back down the Chamber of Secrets where Dumbledore promptly transported Harry Ron and Hermione to the hospital wing.
* * *
Hermione slowly opened her eyes her head was throbbing. The room was still slightly dark. She turned her head to the right and she spotted Ron slumped in a chair, with a blanket wrapped around him, asleep. Harry was asleep in a bed next to hers.
For some strange the beds were pushed really close together. She tried to move her hand to brush the hair out of her eyes but when she moved her arm, Harry moved in the next bed. She looked down and found that they were still bound together.
"Ron?" She inquired but it was little more than a croak. Ron snorted then jolted awaked.
"Wha? Hmm?" He grumbled.
"Why are we still like this?" Hermione asked holding up Harry and her hands.
"No one could get it off last night," Ron said simply rubbing his eyes.
"Where's my wand?" Hermione asked. Ron pointed at the table near the foot of her bed. "Well, do you think you could get it for me?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah sure. Sorry, it's too early," Ron mumbled as he stumbled out of the chair. He handed her the wand and sat back down. She wasn't used to using her wand in her left hand but she managed.
"Reverse Incantatum," she said quietly. Light shot out of her wand directly at their hands and coiled around them. It glowed for a moment before it disappeared; the silver cord was still around their hands. "Oh, fuck me!" She said in realization "Harry must be the only who can get it off!"
"Hermione! I've never heard you swear like that before!" Ron said in mock amazement.
"Yes, you have," she said slyly. Ron blushed.
"Oh yeah," he mumbled as he folded the blanket. He had turned a shade of red that could rival his hair and Hermione giggled.
* * *
Harry was tossing and turning. He had broken out into a cold sweat. Cedric still haunted his dreams. It had been almost two years ago when he saw the Hufflepuff cut down. Even though he had avenged his death 24 hours ago, one never forgets the images burned into their mind at seeing someone sent from the world in malice.Then, everything faded. He couldn't see Cedric or Voldemort or anything, just an infinite black that seemed to stretch beyond comprehension. He began to look around frantically. He took a step forward, or what he suspected was forward. At least the ground seemed solid. He walked around blindly for a few moments then a voice, no louder than a whisper broke the silence.
"Harry…" It called through the darkness behind him. "Harry…" It called slightly louder. Harry whipped around to the direction of the voice. "Harry…" It was Hermione's voice and it was getting louder. He began to run toward the sound. Then, he must have stepped in the wrong place because his foot didn't connect with the ground. He just fell, for what seemed like at eternity before he landed on his back with his left arm out to the side.
Harry cautiously opened his eyes. Dumbledore was standing over him smiling and Snape was standing beside him. He looked displeased that Harry had woke up.
"Ah… he's a wake," Dumbledore said relieved.
"So it would seem," Snape said monotonously.
"What happened?" Harry asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"Why, you've defeated the dark lord," Dumbledore smiled.
"And… why am I still like this?" Harry asked holding up his hand that was bound to Hermione's.
"Because you cast the spell so we couldn't take it off," Snape answered.
"Where's my wand?" Harry asked as he tried to sit up but his head spun so he lied back down.
"Harry," Hermione's voice cut in. "Maybe it's best if you rest, get your strength back before you try to unbind us, you know?"
"Hermione's right, you should probably rest a bit," Dumbledore said gently.
"Well, at least let me try," Harry said as he held out his hand. Hermione gave him his wand, after receiving a nod from Dumbledore. "Finite Incantatum."
The spell flowed out of Harry's wand and landed on the cord. The cord glowed and shifted. It loosened slightly before re-tightening its grip. The spell faded, the cord had changed colour. It was a passionate sort of red.
"That's not good," Harry muttered.
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Disclaimer: You know who Rowling owns… You know who I own… Need I say more?
A/N: How was that? Like? Yes? No? Well, let me know what you think! I won't be able to write anything for the next week because of Les Miserables (I'm in the pit band and I play the flute which makes it ten times worse!) and my psyche thing due on Thursday…. Well, thanks for reading and I apologise for taking so long to update! I'll have more time in the summer! Thanks again, luv Gia