The Aftermath 2:
What He Said
By S. Christian
Je-hee-sus!!! It has been way, WAY!!!, to long since I last updated. But here I am, back for chapter 2. We last saw Harry NOT dead but completely psycho... hmmm... just read the damn story and stop criticising poor Harry. He's been through more than you'll ever know. Or will you know?
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What a pathetic site he was. He lie there, motionless and asleep. She just held onto his hand. He would wake up sometimes, look around, lay his head back down, and clutch her hand harder.
What had happened to him out there? Hermione couldn't help but ponder that. This wasn't Harry. Something had happened. She intended to find out. She would find out when he woke up. She didn't have long to wait.
It was late. Hermione was asleep, still clutching Harry's hand, her head resting on the bed. Harry sat up with a jolt. The sudden movement woke Hermione up.
"What is it, Harry," she asked, concerned despite her fatigue.
"They're here. Close. We've gotta go. We've gotta go now!"
He started talking faster.
"Who's coming?" Hermione was getting more desperate, too.
"Not coming! Here! No time to talk! We have to go!"
It was a little too late.
There was an explosion down the hall. Hermione heard screams and people filing in. She looked out the door to see Death Eaters swarming in.
"Oh shit!" she said to herself.
"Wand."
She looked back at Harry. "What?"
"Love, you're just going to have to trust me. Give me your wand."
She pulled her wand out of her robe. She handed it to Harry.
He pointed the wand at the wall. "Nikilik Karpius!"
A ball of what appeared to be water shot out of his wand and grew as it darted across the room. It hit the wall, leaving a large wall.
Harry ran to the hole. "Dammit! Seventh floor?"
"Wasn't my choice," Hermione said.
He quickly formed an idea as he heard the Death Eaters getting closer.
"Uh, Hermione? You trust me, right?"
She was now scared. "Yes."
"Then grab my hand and on the count of three, we jump."
A tear was streaming down her eye. Seven stories. "I'm ready."
"One."
She grabbed his hand.
"Two."
Her hold on his hand got tighter.
"Three."
She jumped with him.
They were falling. Or were they?
Hermione looked down. They were going up!
"Harry!"
He squeezed her hand to reassure he was there. "It's ok. I'm here. And know exactly what's going on."
"I'm open to any explanations."
He laughed. That's the first time she had heard him laugh in... months.
"A little something I learned... on the road."
"Where do we go?"
"The only place I can think of to go right now. Somewhere where someone can help us."
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They landed right outside Hogwarts.
"Uh, Harry. Who can help us here?"
"Everyone."
"What?"
"I'll explain later."
They walked into the school. Minerva McGonagall was there, as if expecting them.
"And what do I owe this visit, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger?"
Harry smiled. Again, he was smiling. "I need your help."
"I can see that. You look terrible."
"It's nice to see you, too, Headmaster McGonagall."
"So you heard they promoted me?"
"Word gets around fast."
McGonagall grinned. "Come on in. Anything I can do for you?"
"Yeah. Floo Ron, Lavender, Ginny, all of the Weasley's for that matter, Neville, and inform Dumbledore of my presence here, if he doesn't already know."
McGonagall frowned. "If I may ask, why?"
Hermione was equally confused. "Why do they all have to be here, Harry?" she asked.
His eyes shifted between the two. "Because from now on, we are all in grave danger. And I need them here. I need you all here. Most of all, I think you all should know exactly what happened out there."
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Been so long since I've updated this. I was so good about updating the first one, but this one hasn't been updated in months. Ah well. It's all good now. So, for the faithful, review this only second chapter of The Aftermath 2. Until we meet again, I must say adios.
What He Said
By S. Christian
Je-hee-sus!!! It has been way, WAY!!!, to long since I last updated. But here I am, back for chapter 2. We last saw Harry NOT dead but completely psycho... hmmm... just read the damn story and stop criticising poor Harry. He's been through more than you'll ever know. Or will you know?
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What a pathetic site he was. He lie there, motionless and asleep. She just held onto his hand. He would wake up sometimes, look around, lay his head back down, and clutch her hand harder.
What had happened to him out there? Hermione couldn't help but ponder that. This wasn't Harry. Something had happened. She intended to find out. She would find out when he woke up. She didn't have long to wait.
It was late. Hermione was asleep, still clutching Harry's hand, her head resting on the bed. Harry sat up with a jolt. The sudden movement woke Hermione up.
"What is it, Harry," she asked, concerned despite her fatigue.
"They're here. Close. We've gotta go. We've gotta go now!"
He started talking faster.
"Who's coming?" Hermione was getting more desperate, too.
"Not coming! Here! No time to talk! We have to go!"
It was a little too late.
There was an explosion down the hall. Hermione heard screams and people filing in. She looked out the door to see Death Eaters swarming in.
"Oh shit!" she said to herself.
"Wand."
She looked back at Harry. "What?"
"Love, you're just going to have to trust me. Give me your wand."
She pulled her wand out of her robe. She handed it to Harry.
He pointed the wand at the wall. "Nikilik Karpius!"
A ball of what appeared to be water shot out of his wand and grew as it darted across the room. It hit the wall, leaving a large wall.
Harry ran to the hole. "Dammit! Seventh floor?"
"Wasn't my choice," Hermione said.
He quickly formed an idea as he heard the Death Eaters getting closer.
"Uh, Hermione? You trust me, right?"
She was now scared. "Yes."
"Then grab my hand and on the count of three, we jump."
A tear was streaming down her eye. Seven stories. "I'm ready."
"One."
She grabbed his hand.
"Two."
Her hold on his hand got tighter.
"Three."
She jumped with him.
They were falling. Or were they?
Hermione looked down. They were going up!
"Harry!"
He squeezed her hand to reassure he was there. "It's ok. I'm here. And know exactly what's going on."
"I'm open to any explanations."
He laughed. That's the first time she had heard him laugh in... months.
"A little something I learned... on the road."
"Where do we go?"
"The only place I can think of to go right now. Somewhere where someone can help us."
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They landed right outside Hogwarts.
"Uh, Harry. Who can help us here?"
"Everyone."
"What?"
"I'll explain later."
They walked into the school. Minerva McGonagall was there, as if expecting them.
"And what do I owe this visit, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger?"
Harry smiled. Again, he was smiling. "I need your help."
"I can see that. You look terrible."
"It's nice to see you, too, Headmaster McGonagall."
"So you heard they promoted me?"
"Word gets around fast."
McGonagall grinned. "Come on in. Anything I can do for you?"
"Yeah. Floo Ron, Lavender, Ginny, all of the Weasley's for that matter, Neville, and inform Dumbledore of my presence here, if he doesn't already know."
McGonagall frowned. "If I may ask, why?"
Hermione was equally confused. "Why do they all have to be here, Harry?" she asked.
His eyes shifted between the two. "Because from now on, we are all in grave danger. And I need them here. I need you all here. Most of all, I think you all should know exactly what happened out there."
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Been so long since I've updated this. I was so good about updating the first one, but this one hasn't been updated in months. Ah well. It's all good now. So, for the faithful, review this only second chapter of The Aftermath 2. Until we meet again, I must say adios.