Home for the Summer
Chapter Thirty-Two: Multiple Nightmares
" Dead?" she was hoping to have misheard, but the chances of that were too small.
David went back, sitting next to her on the top step, " for about two years". It hadn't hit her yet, she scooted away from him. He sighed, " car accident, we were both involved. Your mother was driving, but she was exhausted, I had already passed out by the time she must have fallen asleep, they never said exactly what happened".
Hermione placed her head in her hands, " I wasn't there" she whispered, " I can't believe I wasn't there".
" There was nothing you could have done to change it".
She began to shiver, " please go, just go". Hermione stumbled towards the bedroom, only going in when hearing the front door close. Hailey was still peacefully sleeping, so was Harry. She laid down next to him, one arm around his waist, listening to him breathe. Her mother was dead, unlike Lily, she couldn't come back. She didn't have a mother for the past two years, nor the slightest clue about it. And now, instead of going back into the past, she was stuck in the present. Her main concern was Harry, and trying to help him. But as her world began to crumble, she didn't know what was going on.
What did the Sorcerers Stone have to do with him? It was quiet the deal years ago, no one really knew of it's power, or what it did. Only that Voldemort wanted it and Harry had it. If Dumbledore lied about its destruction, where was it? Why did it submerge eight years later? And, how is it related to the Death Mark on Harry's arm and the scar on his forehead?
Now she really wanted Lily to hurry.
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In the middle of Hailey's evening bottle, they returned home. Ella was more interested in the toys in her room than following Lily into the bedroom.
" Anything?" she looked at Harry.
" He's been moving, so I don't think it's a coma or anything".
Lily sat on the footrest, " it's not" she pulled a large, forest green book from her bag. Hermione saw the gold lettering reading ' Knowing the Stone' and it didn't look like an old piece of work.
She froze, " I don't like the looks of that".
You may not like the sound of it either" her voice had a warning tone to it.
But Hermione was too eager, " I don't care, what does it say?".
Lily sighed, opening the book to where the page was folded down, glancing at Hermione before reading-
"...he who shall not be named has been after the Sorcerers Stone since his turn. Though it has never been in his possession, random sources say he is still in search for it" that was proof the information could not be older than a year or two.
" But Voldemort was destroyed-again".
Lily closed the book, " he's risen before, and now, there's a great chance that he's back".
She didn't want to give up, " he used the death curse on him".
" So did I" Lily's face was still as stone, " and he came back".
Hermione felt as though a shot of ice had been injected into her spine. " So, he's after Harry?".
She shook her head, " he's always been. He's after the stone, which, Harry has".
Hermione tightened her hold on the baby, " if Harry's not a death eater, he does not have the Sorcerers Stone, I mean, wouldn't he tell someone?".
" Something like that isn't really found in an every day conversation" she took a deep breath, " Hermione, Voldemort is closer than we may think. He did this to Harry, he placed him in a trance. That's why the mark is amber, because the stone is the same color. Voldemort doesn't want him to get away".
" If Harry has the stone, where is it?".
Lily lightly shrugged, " I don't know, there's a chance he may not know. Someone could have planted it around here".
Hermione froze, " what's the whole purpose of the stone? What does it do?" if anyone, Lily would know. But some things are meant to remain a mystery.
" I don't know, but I think this is a safe time to say that we should be very careful".
Harry was not going to wake until the Sorcerers Stone was found. According to the book, it would have to be touched by a pure blood wizard for him to once again open his eyes. Lily and Hermione were Muggle born, Harry was a half blood, Voldemort himself was also Muggle born.
All they had to do, was find the stone.
Lily gave Hermione a sleeping potion, she needed one. She also had Hailey sleep in her room, not even her cries would be able to wake Harry. He felt so far away, and he really wasn't. Hermione was in a deep slumber, but she could still feel him next to her.
" Hermione" barely audible, but she heard just fine. The only sound that would have been able to wake her.
Hermione sat up, " Harry?" she whispered.
" Hermione, get out" he raised his voice a bit.
" What?".
" Get Hailey and get out! Run!" he yelled. She placed a hand on his arm, he was twitching, like he was trying to get up. " Hermione, get out!" he screamed.
Hermione jumped on top of him, trying to scare or stop him. " Harry, wake up!".
He nearly flipped over, throwing them both crashing to the floor. Harry was screaming, yelling " get out!" and her name.
Light from the hallway came pouring in, Lily had opened the door. " What's he doing?".
Hermione was trying to hold him down, it looked like she was physically fighting him, " I don't know!" she cried.
Ella was watching from the doorway. Harry was still asleep, that was the problem. Then suddenly, he stopped, just like that, the little girl watching stepped back and ran into her room.
Still holding him, tears stained Hermione's cheeks. He was telling her to run, to get out, but he only mentioned Hailey. It reminded Lily of the night James died, when he was telling her to leave the house with Harry. Because Voldemort was there.
Though it was hard to see at the time, this was similar. It was a prediction, a warning. Harry was warning them, to get away.
Chapter Thirty-Two: Multiple Nightmares
" Dead?" she was hoping to have misheard, but the chances of that were too small.
David went back, sitting next to her on the top step, " for about two years". It hadn't hit her yet, she scooted away from him. He sighed, " car accident, we were both involved. Your mother was driving, but she was exhausted, I had already passed out by the time she must have fallen asleep, they never said exactly what happened".
Hermione placed her head in her hands, " I wasn't there" she whispered, " I can't believe I wasn't there".
" There was nothing you could have done to change it".
She began to shiver, " please go, just go". Hermione stumbled towards the bedroom, only going in when hearing the front door close. Hailey was still peacefully sleeping, so was Harry. She laid down next to him, one arm around his waist, listening to him breathe. Her mother was dead, unlike Lily, she couldn't come back. She didn't have a mother for the past two years, nor the slightest clue about it. And now, instead of going back into the past, she was stuck in the present. Her main concern was Harry, and trying to help him. But as her world began to crumble, she didn't know what was going on.
What did the Sorcerers Stone have to do with him? It was quiet the deal years ago, no one really knew of it's power, or what it did. Only that Voldemort wanted it and Harry had it. If Dumbledore lied about its destruction, where was it? Why did it submerge eight years later? And, how is it related to the Death Mark on Harry's arm and the scar on his forehead?
Now she really wanted Lily to hurry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
In the middle of Hailey's evening bottle, they returned home. Ella was more interested in the toys in her room than following Lily into the bedroom.
" Anything?" she looked at Harry.
" He's been moving, so I don't think it's a coma or anything".
Lily sat on the footrest, " it's not" she pulled a large, forest green book from her bag. Hermione saw the gold lettering reading ' Knowing the Stone' and it didn't look like an old piece of work.
She froze, " I don't like the looks of that".
You may not like the sound of it either" her voice had a warning tone to it.
But Hermione was too eager, " I don't care, what does it say?".
Lily sighed, opening the book to where the page was folded down, glancing at Hermione before reading-
"...he who shall not be named has been after the Sorcerers Stone since his turn. Though it has never been in his possession, random sources say he is still in search for it" that was proof the information could not be older than a year or two.
" But Voldemort was destroyed-again".
Lily closed the book, " he's risen before, and now, there's a great chance that he's back".
She didn't want to give up, " he used the death curse on him".
" So did I" Lily's face was still as stone, " and he came back".
Hermione felt as though a shot of ice had been injected into her spine. " So, he's after Harry?".
She shook her head, " he's always been. He's after the stone, which, Harry has".
Hermione tightened her hold on the baby, " if Harry's not a death eater, he does not have the Sorcerers Stone, I mean, wouldn't he tell someone?".
" Something like that isn't really found in an every day conversation" she took a deep breath, " Hermione, Voldemort is closer than we may think. He did this to Harry, he placed him in a trance. That's why the mark is amber, because the stone is the same color. Voldemort doesn't want him to get away".
" If Harry has the stone, where is it?".
Lily lightly shrugged, " I don't know, there's a chance he may not know. Someone could have planted it around here".
Hermione froze, " what's the whole purpose of the stone? What does it do?" if anyone, Lily would know. But some things are meant to remain a mystery.
" I don't know, but I think this is a safe time to say that we should be very careful".
Harry was not going to wake until the Sorcerers Stone was found. According to the book, it would have to be touched by a pure blood wizard for him to once again open his eyes. Lily and Hermione were Muggle born, Harry was a half blood, Voldemort himself was also Muggle born.
All they had to do, was find the stone.
Lily gave Hermione a sleeping potion, she needed one. She also had Hailey sleep in her room, not even her cries would be able to wake Harry. He felt so far away, and he really wasn't. Hermione was in a deep slumber, but she could still feel him next to her.
" Hermione" barely audible, but she heard just fine. The only sound that would have been able to wake her.
Hermione sat up, " Harry?" she whispered.
" Hermione, get out" he raised his voice a bit.
" What?".
" Get Hailey and get out! Run!" he yelled. She placed a hand on his arm, he was twitching, like he was trying to get up. " Hermione, get out!" he screamed.
Hermione jumped on top of him, trying to scare or stop him. " Harry, wake up!".
He nearly flipped over, throwing them both crashing to the floor. Harry was screaming, yelling " get out!" and her name.
Light from the hallway came pouring in, Lily had opened the door. " What's he doing?".
Hermione was trying to hold him down, it looked like she was physically fighting him, " I don't know!" she cried.
Ella was watching from the doorway. Harry was still asleep, that was the problem. Then suddenly, he stopped, just like that, the little girl watching stepped back and ran into her room.
Still holding him, tears stained Hermione's cheeks. He was telling her to run, to get out, but he only mentioned Hailey. It reminded Lily of the night James died, when he was telling her to leave the house with Harry. Because Voldemort was there.
Though it was hard to see at the time, this was similar. It was a prediction, a warning. Harry was warning them, to get away.
