The Aftermath
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
Whoa. Pretty intense stuff. Since I am writing this before anyone has reviewed Chapter 6, I have no one to thank (yet). Now... Let's think. What's going on? Inaudible words muttered and Ron is on the ground. What has happened to Ron? Who's attacked him? How will the gang react? Find out on this episode, or, erg, chapter of The Aftermat. R&R, because it would be a shame if one of these bludgers found it's way to any of you ;o). With that in mind, read on in prosper.
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What happened? Why am I here? Where is here?
These thoughts swam throught the mind of Harry Potter as he sat in the waiting room of St. Mungo's. Only a couple hours ago, his best friend was attacked, possibly killed. He remembered screaming that seemed to last forever. He remembered Ron's blood, projected by the white snow. He remembered questions he couldn't answer. He couldn't speak.
Hermione just sat, rocking. She still had tears in her eyes. Old tears. New tears. Wet tears. She had even discovered dry tears. She couldn't believe it. Ron was in a hospital room, fighting for life. They thought he was already dead as they made their way into St. Mungos. Draco was the only one that could carry him and explain everything he knew or got out of Harry.
Draco just stood up against the wall. He wasn't sure how he felt. Ron wasn't exactly on friendly terms with him. All he knew was he was concerned. But for who? He looked across the silent waiting room at Ginny. She looked up and met his eyes with her teary eyes. To her surprise, he didn't break the stare like most men would.
Ginny was not in the real world. She couldn't have been. Her brother was as good as dead. Her family's former mortal enemy was her love. His smooth blonde hair. The way he dressed. How just plain weird their relationship would be. If it would only happen.
Mrs. Weasley couldn't believe it. It was going to be a lovely ham, with potatoes and rolls. She had just finished setting the table when Draco barged into the room with someone in his hands. It was her youngest son. Bleeding. She screamed. She cried. She fainted. She woke up in the St. Mungo's trauma center, demanding to see her son. The waiting room was the best she got.
Harry sat next to Hermione. He looked at her. She was in a daze. He reached over and took her hand in his. Hermione looked at him. Harry always did that thing to her. He always made her feel better with one touch. She tried to smile, but only cried more. He leaned forward and gave her a slow kiss. She kissed him back, not caring who else was there to see.
No one aknowledged the kiss. They were all too deep in their own thoughts. Even Mrs. Wealsey, whom in most cases would have laughed with 'I told you so's flying everywhere, stood in shock, not even seeing it.
That was when the nurse entered the room. Everyone stood, ready for anything. Mrs. Weasley was ready to cry no matter what the nurse said.
"He won't die."
With those words, Mrs. Weasley sobbed in pseudo-happiness.
"But..."
All was silent again.
The nurse looked down and took in a deep breath. She finally managed to say, "He will be forever paralyzed. There is no magical or non-magical way to cure it. His career is over."
Mrs. Weasley continued her crying. She broke down to the floor, only being supported by Fred and George, who had been sitting next to her.
Harry was the first to actually manage to speak, to his and everyone's surprise. "When will he be out, or even allowed visoters? Can we see him soon?"
The nurse tried to smile. "He'll be awake in a few days. I reccomend that you all go home, or at least get some sleep where ever you go."
Harry was, again, the first to speak. "I'm going home. I'm no good here."
With that, he walked out. He didn't say goodbye to anybody. He just left. No one knew what to say. Hermione got up and ran after him. She stopped him outside. It was still snowing.
"Harry," she managed to start before getting interupted.
Harry held up a hand. "Don't tell me I had nothing to do with this. Don't tell me it's not my fault. Because of me, my friends and what I call my family must live in fear. I can't handle this, and neither can you."
He turned to board his motorcycle. Riding on the road would have been a job, but flying would be a doozy.
As he boarded, a hand gripped his arm. He turned to meet Hermione's lips. They hungrily kissed, not wanting it to end. Eventually it did. Hermione stared straight into his eye's.
"I'm not scared."
Harry got off the motorcycle. "And why is that?"
She hugged him, her head on his chest.
"Because I'll always be safe with you."
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Fred, George, Percy, Bill, and Charlie had already left. Mr. Weasley helped Mrs. Weasley out the door.
Ginny was left with Draco. She just looked at him for a little while, then she moved forward. "We should go. Stay here much longer, and you'll be violating the house arrest."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "We? You're leaving with me?"
Ginny smiled. "And what if I didn't?"
Draco now stepped forward. He was close to her. Dangerously close. And Ginny liked it.
"I would just have to go back to jail, wouldn't I?"
He pulled her into a kiss. She showed no sign of resistance, causing him to intensify it. When it ended, they just looked into each other's eyes.
"Whoa." That was all Ginny could say.
Draco laughed. "Whoa? Is that good or bad?"
"Great!" She pulled him into another kiss.
They left the hospital practiacally in each other's arms.
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Harry and Hermione didn't go home. They decided it would be better to go to the Burrow. They sat in front of the fireplace, huddled in a blanket.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Who could have done it?"
Hermione stared at him. "Do you have any suspicions? I mean, do you have any clues or something."
Harry shrugged. "I think that I've heard that curse before, but that could be for any reason. I just don't know why they would attack Ron instead of me."
"What if they weren't trying to hit Ron?"
Harry's eyes grew. "I haven't thought of that. That does narrow the suspects down. To people that are dead."
Harry stopped. He hadn't been thinking right. He stood up quickly.
"I have to see Draco."
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He approached Draco in his room. Draco looked up from his book.
"What?"
Harry spoke quickly. "Where do you think you're father is?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're on, but my father has been dead for the past few months."
Harry still spoke with speed. "Did you go to his funeral?"
Draco shrugged. "I didn't go to the service, but I did see the casket while running from the ministry. I didn't have much time at all. What is the relevence of any of this?"
Harry stared at Draco darkly. "I have reason to believe you saw the wrong man's casket. I have reason to believe that Lucius Malfoy never died."
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AN: OOOOOOOOOO... Intense... Now is the part where you review. I know it's hard. It takes like none of your important time, just that imaginary important time (if you were using your real important time, you wouldn't have read my fic). Chapter 8 will be soon. But worry about 7 first. Yes... Review... Review... Review... OK... Now that that's been implanted into your mind, do it. Until we meet again, I must say adios.
By S. Christian
DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on charactars and situations created by J.K. Rowling and not myself. I have no money, therefore please, try your best not to sue me.
Whoa. Pretty intense stuff. Since I am writing this before anyone has reviewed Chapter 6, I have no one to thank (yet). Now... Let's think. What's going on? Inaudible words muttered and Ron is on the ground. What has happened to Ron? Who's attacked him? How will the gang react? Find out on this episode, or, erg, chapter of The Aftermat. R&R, because it would be a shame if one of these bludgers found it's way to any of you ;o). With that in mind, read on in prosper.
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What happened? Why am I here? Where is here?
These thoughts swam throught the mind of Harry Potter as he sat in the waiting room of St. Mungo's. Only a couple hours ago, his best friend was attacked, possibly killed. He remembered screaming that seemed to last forever. He remembered Ron's blood, projected by the white snow. He remembered questions he couldn't answer. He couldn't speak.
Hermione just sat, rocking. She still had tears in her eyes. Old tears. New tears. Wet tears. She had even discovered dry tears. She couldn't believe it. Ron was in a hospital room, fighting for life. They thought he was already dead as they made their way into St. Mungos. Draco was the only one that could carry him and explain everything he knew or got out of Harry.
Draco just stood up against the wall. He wasn't sure how he felt. Ron wasn't exactly on friendly terms with him. All he knew was he was concerned. But for who? He looked across the silent waiting room at Ginny. She looked up and met his eyes with her teary eyes. To her surprise, he didn't break the stare like most men would.
Ginny was not in the real world. She couldn't have been. Her brother was as good as dead. Her family's former mortal enemy was her love. His smooth blonde hair. The way he dressed. How just plain weird their relationship would be. If it would only happen.
Mrs. Weasley couldn't believe it. It was going to be a lovely ham, with potatoes and rolls. She had just finished setting the table when Draco barged into the room with someone in his hands. It was her youngest son. Bleeding. She screamed. She cried. She fainted. She woke up in the St. Mungo's trauma center, demanding to see her son. The waiting room was the best she got.
Harry sat next to Hermione. He looked at her. She was in a daze. He reached over and took her hand in his. Hermione looked at him. Harry always did that thing to her. He always made her feel better with one touch. She tried to smile, but only cried more. He leaned forward and gave her a slow kiss. She kissed him back, not caring who else was there to see.
No one aknowledged the kiss. They were all too deep in their own thoughts. Even Mrs. Wealsey, whom in most cases would have laughed with 'I told you so's flying everywhere, stood in shock, not even seeing it.
That was when the nurse entered the room. Everyone stood, ready for anything. Mrs. Weasley was ready to cry no matter what the nurse said.
"He won't die."
With those words, Mrs. Weasley sobbed in pseudo-happiness.
"But..."
All was silent again.
The nurse looked down and took in a deep breath. She finally managed to say, "He will be forever paralyzed. There is no magical or non-magical way to cure it. His career is over."
Mrs. Weasley continued her crying. She broke down to the floor, only being supported by Fred and George, who had been sitting next to her.
Harry was the first to actually manage to speak, to his and everyone's surprise. "When will he be out, or even allowed visoters? Can we see him soon?"
The nurse tried to smile. "He'll be awake in a few days. I reccomend that you all go home, or at least get some sleep where ever you go."
Harry was, again, the first to speak. "I'm going home. I'm no good here."
With that, he walked out. He didn't say goodbye to anybody. He just left. No one knew what to say. Hermione got up and ran after him. She stopped him outside. It was still snowing.
"Harry," she managed to start before getting interupted.
Harry held up a hand. "Don't tell me I had nothing to do with this. Don't tell me it's not my fault. Because of me, my friends and what I call my family must live in fear. I can't handle this, and neither can you."
He turned to board his motorcycle. Riding on the road would have been a job, but flying would be a doozy.
As he boarded, a hand gripped his arm. He turned to meet Hermione's lips. They hungrily kissed, not wanting it to end. Eventually it did. Hermione stared straight into his eye's.
"I'm not scared."
Harry got off the motorcycle. "And why is that?"
She hugged him, her head on his chest.
"Because I'll always be safe with you."
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Fred, George, Percy, Bill, and Charlie had already left. Mr. Weasley helped Mrs. Weasley out the door.
Ginny was left with Draco. She just looked at him for a little while, then she moved forward. "We should go. Stay here much longer, and you'll be violating the house arrest."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "We? You're leaving with me?"
Ginny smiled. "And what if I didn't?"
Draco now stepped forward. He was close to her. Dangerously close. And Ginny liked it.
"I would just have to go back to jail, wouldn't I?"
He pulled her into a kiss. She showed no sign of resistance, causing him to intensify it. When it ended, they just looked into each other's eyes.
"Whoa." That was all Ginny could say.
Draco laughed. "Whoa? Is that good or bad?"
"Great!" She pulled him into another kiss.
They left the hospital practiacally in each other's arms.
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Harry and Hermione didn't go home. They decided it would be better to go to the Burrow. They sat in front of the fireplace, huddled in a blanket.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Who could have done it?"
Hermione stared at him. "Do you have any suspicions? I mean, do you have any clues or something."
Harry shrugged. "I think that I've heard that curse before, but that could be for any reason. I just don't know why they would attack Ron instead of me."
"What if they weren't trying to hit Ron?"
Harry's eyes grew. "I haven't thought of that. That does narrow the suspects down. To people that are dead."
Harry stopped. He hadn't been thinking right. He stood up quickly.
"I have to see Draco."
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He approached Draco in his room. Draco looked up from his book.
"What?"
Harry spoke quickly. "Where do you think you're father is?"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "I don't know what you're on, but my father has been dead for the past few months."
Harry still spoke with speed. "Did you go to his funeral?"
Draco shrugged. "I didn't go to the service, but I did see the casket while running from the ministry. I didn't have much time at all. What is the relevence of any of this?"
Harry stared at Draco darkly. "I have reason to believe you saw the wrong man's casket. I have reason to believe that Lucius Malfoy never died."
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AN: OOOOOOOOOO... Intense... Now is the part where you review. I know it's hard. It takes like none of your important time, just that imaginary important time (if you were using your real important time, you wouldn't have read my fic). Chapter 8 will be soon. But worry about 7 first. Yes... Review... Review... Review... OK... Now that that's been implanted into your mind, do it. Until we meet again, I must say adios.