[A/N: Allo' poppets!! (pirate talk!! *swoon* Orlando Bloom, YUM!! Lol I
love Pirates of the Caribbean!! THE BEST MOVIE!! You know who else is
cute?? Robert Schwartzman from the Princess Diaries!! *drool* lmao. I hope
you guys like this chapter!! It's a little confusing, so read on!! (I don't
own J.K. Rowling's characters or the Charmed ones.) oops, I almost forgot;
Thanks to Kay for EVERYTHING!!]
Harry rushed to Hermione's side, closely followed by Ron and Beth. Piper and Leo stayed on the couch and watched with interest. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione's chest, "Enner-" Beth put her hand out in front of him before he could awaken Hermione, "Wait- Look, she's dreaming, and looks like a good dream, just leave her."
Hermione was smiling with her eyes closed, and kept muttering garbled words that no one could understand.
*HERMIONE'S DREAM*
Hermione looked around slowly, taking in her surroundings. She was in a small room, in a tall oak bed. She was under layers of thin white covers and her head was resting softly on a pair of snow-white down pillows. She thought she could hear waves lapping against the shore.
Next to her in the bed was Harry. She looked down at him, knowing that she should be shocked, but was completely calm. He had his hand around his pillow and was lying on his back. She sat watching his chest steadily rise and fall. Then she looked down at herself. Her hair was long and wavy, and she was wearing a light lavender night shirt. The thin strap slipped off her shoulder as she reached over to touch Harry's face.
He's so beautiful. She thought to herself. Harry rolled over and opened his eyes to look up at her. A ray of sun fell across the bed and reflected off of his eyes. He smiled at her, "Morning Mione." "Morning Harry," she replied. He reached up and kissed her lightly on the lips before pulling the fallen strap of her shirt back onto her shoulder and getting out of bed. He was wearing only a pair of white boxers.
Harry left through a door that Hermione hadn't seen before. She watched as he opened the door, turned around to blow kisses at her and shut it behind him. However just as he shut the door, it opened again. Two tiny heads peeped in. One was a boy with black hair, and one bright green eye, and one light brown. When he looked at Hermione, she noticed that both contrasted each other so greatly, that they complimented each other perfectly. The other head belonged to a small girl with chestnut hair and lavender eyes, the exact shade of Hermione's night shirt.
Seeing Hermione awake, the two children threw themselves at her, screaming "Mommy! Can we go play in the water?"
Hermione didn't quite register what they'd called her, so she simply stroked their heads and said to them what her parents would have said to her, "Not yet children, wait for your Daddy to take you." The children giggled and blinked, their eyelids growing heavy. The little girl's eyes drooped and she fell asleep in the crook of Hermione's arm. The little boy was able to keep his eyes open a few seconds longer, before falling asleep like his sister. Hermione got up slowly, laying the boy's head on his sister's arm.
She walked to the window opposite the bed. Outside was a white-sand beach with crystal blue waves lapping softly against the shoreline. As she watched, the waves slowly got bigger, and much fiercer. They began to crash onto the sand with a force that shook the small room. The sound they created sounded like sparks flying. Suddenly the sky outside got darker and darker. The sand turned black and the waves became flames. Tiny figures were just visible standing by the flames, their shadows outlined on the ground. The walls of the room melted around Hermione and all that remained of the room were the two sleeping children, who were now sleeping serenely on the sand, safe in each other's arms.
Hermione stepped over the children towards the face-less figures. One of them stepped out and bowed to her. "My lady." He murmured, kissing her hand. Hermione backhanded him, sending him sprawling to the ground. The hood that covered his face slipped back and revealed Ron, lying motionless on the ground.
Hermione put her hands to her mouth and went to his side. His face was cute up and bruised. One of his eyes was swollen. His red hair looked invisible against the roaring crimson flames behind him. Tears filled Hermione's eyes as she stroked her friend's face.
A hand touched her shoulder and squeezed it. Hermione turned to see Harry, but he was blurred. She wiped the tears from her eyes and he gave her his hand and helped her up from the sand. "This is it-" he whispered and handed her her wand. He took his out as well and stood in front of Ron.
Silence quenched the incessant roar of the fire, and a cold wind brushed across Hermione's face, whipping her hair around her face. Harry took her hand, "I love you Mione, no matter what, don't forget that." Hermione nodded, "I love you too, I always have."
A gust of wind set the sand flying around them, restricting their vision. When it settled, two figures, one man and one woman, could be seen standing atop the sand dune where the small beach house had stood. The woman seemed to float down the dune towards Harry and Hermione. She paused at the sleeping children and looked down at them.
"Ironic isn't it, that the innocent always die first in battle." The woman rose her hand and a black ball of flame rose from it. The light projected her face to Hermione. It was the face of a woman who could have been gorgeous, were it not for the evil glint in her eyes and the malicious smile that played on her lips.
"No-" Hermione whispered, "Not children," a thought occurred to her, "my children-" Hermione rose her wand and shot a spell at the flame in the woman's hand. Her spell bounced off harmlessly. Harry screamed, and Hermione's hand began to burn-
Harry began to shake violently and fell to the sand screaming in agony. The woman's companion stood behind her laughing horribly. "I've waited years for this moment," he hissed, "Enjoy this Potter, I am."
Hermione couldn't let go of Harry's hand, even though he was thrashing horribly. Suddenly, he gasped and stopped shaking. Hermione picked him up and looked to the man, he was encased in a crystal cage, preventing his spell from reaching Harry. The woman screeched, "NO!! We will not be foiled!" And she threw the fire ball down onto the sleeping children. The two tiny beings vanished the moment the flame touched their skin.
Hermione screamed. There were five people behind the woman, inching closer to her, in the faint light she could just make out the faces of Beth, Kye, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. But when Beth locked eyes with Hermione, she stopped. Then Beth looked behind Hermione and past Harry, to the figure lying still on the sand.
"RON!"
She broke the ranks of people inching towards the woman and knocked a crystal lose, breaking the cage that held the man. But she didn't notice, she dropped to Ron's side and held him to her, sobbing softly. The three Charmed ones got up to the woman who had killed the children and each took hold of her. The moment they touched her skin, they all collapsed in a motionless heap at her feet.
Kye inched slowly towards the man, but paused at the sight of his mother and aunts' collapse. This gave the man time to whip around and yell with a voice filled with hate, "Avada Kedarva!" A green bolt shot out of his wand, killing Kye instantly.
Now Beth, Harry and Hermione were the only ones standing. There was a light stirring and Ron got slowly to his feet. But he was too late. The man shot a curse and the woman sent a fire ball at Harry's chest.
Hermione watched him fall, his face frozen in a look of pure shock. His eyes glassed over and wide, the bright green slowly fading away, along with his life force- Hermione, filled with hate, raised her wand and shot a spell at the woman, but it glanced off.
The woman laughed with glee, "Didn't anyone tell you Hermione, you can't kill your family, at least not in this family."
Ron was struggling to stand, but he reached for his wand and pointed it at the man and woman, "You've killed too many of my friends- and family. You won't take another Voldemort." The Great Lord laughed. "Stupid boy, love cannot save you or your friends. Or- your wife."
Hermione looked as Ron looked at Beth with eyes wide. "I love you," he said, just as he jumped in front of her, taking the spell Voldemort had sent at her.
Beth let a single tear fall as Ron fell to the sand. "I love you too."
She turned to Hermione, "We can beat them." Hermione believed her, it was true, they could, and would- but she felt something burn into her chest, just below her heart.
"Oh," she mouthed. She watched everything go dark as she fell to the sand next to her cousin, her aunts, her best friend, her children, and her husband.
*Meanwhile:
Ron and Harry carried Hermione to one of the love-seats and laid her down. Suddenly, Hermione started to shudder and tears fell from behind her closed eyes. Harry, alarmed knelt next to her and took out his wand.
"Ennervate." He pointed his wand at Hermione's chest. Her eyes snapped open. "Oh," was all she could whisper Piper and Leo stood behind the loveseat, looking with concerned faces at their niece. She whispered to them, "It's ok Aunt Piper, Uncle Leo, I'm fine. Just a little dazed is all."
After assuring themselves that Hermione was alright, Piper and Leo left to contact their sisters and Hermione's mother and father.
After they left, Ron and Beth left the room to give Harry and Hermione time alone. Once everyone had left, all Hermione could do was curl up on the sofa with her head in Harry's lap. He stroked her hair softly and whispered, "Tell me when you're ready luv, shhh, I'm here."
Finally Hermione sat up and looked at Harry, her eyes were red and puffy, but Harry thought she looked beautiful. And at that moment, forgetting his shyness and awkwardness, he told her so. "Mione," he ran his hand through her hair, "you are beautiful. I love you." But he didn't quite the response he'd been expecting.
Hermione brushed his hand away and took it in her own, "Harry, I-" but she couldn't find words to explain what she felt. She was confused, and she was terrified, but, she was in love. And she pushed everything away from her mind and focused on one thing.
Harry's lips.
[A/N: Was that REALLY confusing? I'm sorry!! This is going to be the last chapter for a while.I got a sudden burst of inspiration for a new story while I was washing the dishes. Look for it soon!!]
Harry rushed to Hermione's side, closely followed by Ron and Beth. Piper and Leo stayed on the couch and watched with interest. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Hermione's chest, "Enner-" Beth put her hand out in front of him before he could awaken Hermione, "Wait- Look, she's dreaming, and looks like a good dream, just leave her."
Hermione was smiling with her eyes closed, and kept muttering garbled words that no one could understand.
*HERMIONE'S DREAM*
Hermione looked around slowly, taking in her surroundings. She was in a small room, in a tall oak bed. She was under layers of thin white covers and her head was resting softly on a pair of snow-white down pillows. She thought she could hear waves lapping against the shore.
Next to her in the bed was Harry. She looked down at him, knowing that she should be shocked, but was completely calm. He had his hand around his pillow and was lying on his back. She sat watching his chest steadily rise and fall. Then she looked down at herself. Her hair was long and wavy, and she was wearing a light lavender night shirt. The thin strap slipped off her shoulder as she reached over to touch Harry's face.
He's so beautiful. She thought to herself. Harry rolled over and opened his eyes to look up at her. A ray of sun fell across the bed and reflected off of his eyes. He smiled at her, "Morning Mione." "Morning Harry," she replied. He reached up and kissed her lightly on the lips before pulling the fallen strap of her shirt back onto her shoulder and getting out of bed. He was wearing only a pair of white boxers.
Harry left through a door that Hermione hadn't seen before. She watched as he opened the door, turned around to blow kisses at her and shut it behind him. However just as he shut the door, it opened again. Two tiny heads peeped in. One was a boy with black hair, and one bright green eye, and one light brown. When he looked at Hermione, she noticed that both contrasted each other so greatly, that they complimented each other perfectly. The other head belonged to a small girl with chestnut hair and lavender eyes, the exact shade of Hermione's night shirt.
Seeing Hermione awake, the two children threw themselves at her, screaming "Mommy! Can we go play in the water?"
Hermione didn't quite register what they'd called her, so she simply stroked their heads and said to them what her parents would have said to her, "Not yet children, wait for your Daddy to take you." The children giggled and blinked, their eyelids growing heavy. The little girl's eyes drooped and she fell asleep in the crook of Hermione's arm. The little boy was able to keep his eyes open a few seconds longer, before falling asleep like his sister. Hermione got up slowly, laying the boy's head on his sister's arm.
She walked to the window opposite the bed. Outside was a white-sand beach with crystal blue waves lapping softly against the shoreline. As she watched, the waves slowly got bigger, and much fiercer. They began to crash onto the sand with a force that shook the small room. The sound they created sounded like sparks flying. Suddenly the sky outside got darker and darker. The sand turned black and the waves became flames. Tiny figures were just visible standing by the flames, their shadows outlined on the ground. The walls of the room melted around Hermione and all that remained of the room were the two sleeping children, who were now sleeping serenely on the sand, safe in each other's arms.
Hermione stepped over the children towards the face-less figures. One of them stepped out and bowed to her. "My lady." He murmured, kissing her hand. Hermione backhanded him, sending him sprawling to the ground. The hood that covered his face slipped back and revealed Ron, lying motionless on the ground.
Hermione put her hands to her mouth and went to his side. His face was cute up and bruised. One of his eyes was swollen. His red hair looked invisible against the roaring crimson flames behind him. Tears filled Hermione's eyes as she stroked her friend's face.
A hand touched her shoulder and squeezed it. Hermione turned to see Harry, but he was blurred. She wiped the tears from her eyes and he gave her his hand and helped her up from the sand. "This is it-" he whispered and handed her her wand. He took his out as well and stood in front of Ron.
Silence quenched the incessant roar of the fire, and a cold wind brushed across Hermione's face, whipping her hair around her face. Harry took her hand, "I love you Mione, no matter what, don't forget that." Hermione nodded, "I love you too, I always have."
A gust of wind set the sand flying around them, restricting their vision. When it settled, two figures, one man and one woman, could be seen standing atop the sand dune where the small beach house had stood. The woman seemed to float down the dune towards Harry and Hermione. She paused at the sleeping children and looked down at them.
"Ironic isn't it, that the innocent always die first in battle." The woman rose her hand and a black ball of flame rose from it. The light projected her face to Hermione. It was the face of a woman who could have been gorgeous, were it not for the evil glint in her eyes and the malicious smile that played on her lips.
"No-" Hermione whispered, "Not children," a thought occurred to her, "my children-" Hermione rose her wand and shot a spell at the flame in the woman's hand. Her spell bounced off harmlessly. Harry screamed, and Hermione's hand began to burn-
Harry began to shake violently and fell to the sand screaming in agony. The woman's companion stood behind her laughing horribly. "I've waited years for this moment," he hissed, "Enjoy this Potter, I am."
Hermione couldn't let go of Harry's hand, even though he was thrashing horribly. Suddenly, he gasped and stopped shaking. Hermione picked him up and looked to the man, he was encased in a crystal cage, preventing his spell from reaching Harry. The woman screeched, "NO!! We will not be foiled!" And she threw the fire ball down onto the sleeping children. The two tiny beings vanished the moment the flame touched their skin.
Hermione screamed. There were five people behind the woman, inching closer to her, in the faint light she could just make out the faces of Beth, Kye, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige. But when Beth locked eyes with Hermione, she stopped. Then Beth looked behind Hermione and past Harry, to the figure lying still on the sand.
"RON!"
She broke the ranks of people inching towards the woman and knocked a crystal lose, breaking the cage that held the man. But she didn't notice, she dropped to Ron's side and held him to her, sobbing softly. The three Charmed ones got up to the woman who had killed the children and each took hold of her. The moment they touched her skin, they all collapsed in a motionless heap at her feet.
Kye inched slowly towards the man, but paused at the sight of his mother and aunts' collapse. This gave the man time to whip around and yell with a voice filled with hate, "Avada Kedarva!" A green bolt shot out of his wand, killing Kye instantly.
Now Beth, Harry and Hermione were the only ones standing. There was a light stirring and Ron got slowly to his feet. But he was too late. The man shot a curse and the woman sent a fire ball at Harry's chest.
Hermione watched him fall, his face frozen in a look of pure shock. His eyes glassed over and wide, the bright green slowly fading away, along with his life force- Hermione, filled with hate, raised her wand and shot a spell at the woman, but it glanced off.
The woman laughed with glee, "Didn't anyone tell you Hermione, you can't kill your family, at least not in this family."
Ron was struggling to stand, but he reached for his wand and pointed it at the man and woman, "You've killed too many of my friends- and family. You won't take another Voldemort." The Great Lord laughed. "Stupid boy, love cannot save you or your friends. Or- your wife."
Hermione looked as Ron looked at Beth with eyes wide. "I love you," he said, just as he jumped in front of her, taking the spell Voldemort had sent at her.
Beth let a single tear fall as Ron fell to the sand. "I love you too."
She turned to Hermione, "We can beat them." Hermione believed her, it was true, they could, and would- but she felt something burn into her chest, just below her heart.
"Oh," she mouthed. She watched everything go dark as she fell to the sand next to her cousin, her aunts, her best friend, her children, and her husband.
*Meanwhile:
Ron and Harry carried Hermione to one of the love-seats and laid her down. Suddenly, Hermione started to shudder and tears fell from behind her closed eyes. Harry, alarmed knelt next to her and took out his wand.
"Ennervate." He pointed his wand at Hermione's chest. Her eyes snapped open. "Oh," was all she could whisper Piper and Leo stood behind the loveseat, looking with concerned faces at their niece. She whispered to them, "It's ok Aunt Piper, Uncle Leo, I'm fine. Just a little dazed is all."
After assuring themselves that Hermione was alright, Piper and Leo left to contact their sisters and Hermione's mother and father.
After they left, Ron and Beth left the room to give Harry and Hermione time alone. Once everyone had left, all Hermione could do was curl up on the sofa with her head in Harry's lap. He stroked her hair softly and whispered, "Tell me when you're ready luv, shhh, I'm here."
Finally Hermione sat up and looked at Harry, her eyes were red and puffy, but Harry thought she looked beautiful. And at that moment, forgetting his shyness and awkwardness, he told her so. "Mione," he ran his hand through her hair, "you are beautiful. I love you." But he didn't quite the response he'd been expecting.
Hermione brushed his hand away and took it in her own, "Harry, I-" but she couldn't find words to explain what she felt. She was confused, and she was terrified, but, she was in love. And she pushed everything away from her mind and focused on one thing.
Harry's lips.
[A/N: Was that REALLY confusing? I'm sorry!! This is going to be the last chapter for a while.I got a sudden burst of inspiration for a new story while I was washing the dishes. Look for it soon!!]
