Friendship and Beyond 4/?
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
There and Back Again
A little over five hours later Harry returned in a flash of light and a tumble of arms and legs. Ron and Hermione were sprawled on top of him, from Harry's knife impaled leg a steady trail of blood landed on the floor underneath them. Landing as they had the knife was pushed even further into Harry's leg causing him to cry out in pain. Hearing Harry's torment Ron and Hermione quickly rolled off of him on either side and onto the floor. While both Ron and Hermione were decently clothed although obviously beaten and bruised, Harry was lying curled, shivering on the cold floor stark naked. Besides the wound on his leg he had various other cuts and bruising, some internal bleeding and a large dripping cut near his eyebrow that ran down the right side of his face. In his hands, Harry held both Ron and Hermione's wands as he forced himself to stand on shaky feet and slowly made his way across the room toward the bag he left on the bed.
"I have some healing potions in the bag, and a few bandages." Harry spoke, jolting the others out of the nearly oppressive silence that had fallen since they port keyed back to the hotel room. "Hermione, since you are taking Mediwizardry and Theory, perhaps you can do something for the wounds not healed by the potions."
"Of course I will, but I don't know how much help I'll be with… um… well… any internal injuries, Harry. You're bleeding rather heavily. Perhaps we should get to Hogwarts and have Madame Pomfrey check you over." Hermione suggested, laying a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Bloody Hell, Hermione. How can you even suggest that? Voldemort raped me! After everything, considering Dumbledore knew where you were and did nothing, are you so easily prepared to trust him and his staff?" Harry snarled, breathing heavily. "Excuse me, if I don't particularly want Dumbledore privy to that information."
"'S all right, mate. Everything will be fine." Ron said putting an arm around his best friend's back. "Just because Voldemort said it, doesn't mean it's true, you know that."
"I know, but my god. If he bloody well knew… And did nothing, well I won't be held responsible for what I do." Harry cursed. "Probably get myself expelled after all."
"If, and I mean if, Dumbledore knew, perhaps there is a good reason for his silence." Hermione said quietly.
"Most likely there is. But that still doesn't change… anything." Harry responded in an equally quiet voice.
"Well if you do get expelled, mate, we'll be right there by your side." Ron said trying to lift everyone's spirits. "After all, I'm sure Durmstrang would love to have the Boy-Who-Lived and his two best friends enrolled in their school."
"Besides," Ron continued. "I can't believe that Dumbledore would leave us in Voldemort's hand if he knew about it. So, it's probably just an elaborate scheme to make us doubt the Headmaster."
"Probably, but that is the least of our worries right now." Hermione reasserted seriously, gesturing to their wounds. After getting the restorative potions from Harry's bag she placed the bandages out on the bed as well. "Since we have no intention of seeing Pomfrey then let's get started."
The three friends drank the potions at the same time and did not have to wait long for it to begin working. They were each surrounded by a healing green light, and after the magic absorbed into their bodies, all the after effects of the various hexes placed on them disappeared.
In Ron and Harry's case most of their other injuries healed themselves, except for the major ones. Thus leaving Ron with two cracked ribs, and Harry still bleeding from his ass, as well as his left leg. Hermione looked exceedingly well for a woman who withstood the Cruciatus Curse, along with her friends, for over twenty minutes less than a half an hour ago. It took Hermione the next two hours to channel her remaining magic into a healing transfusion for both Ron and Harry, leaving all three exhausted physically as well as emotionally. Soon after their wounds were mostly healed, the trio fell into a restless sleep, lying as close to each other as possible.
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They awoke the next morning in much the same position as they fell asleep in. Hermione was practically laying on top of Ron, who didn't seem to mind overly much, while both Ron and Hermione had their arms wrapped protectively around Harry, who was lying gingerly on his still healing leg. Although they were all awake, they stayed in bed, peacefully listening to their combined breathing in the early morning.
"So mate, do you think they've noticed our absence yet?" Ron asked bringing them all back to the painful reality of their lives.
"Probably, and if they haven't they will notice when we aren't there for breakfast."
"We should get going then. If we get there soon enough we will have fewer questions to answer from everyone." Hermione commented, making no move to get up from her perch on Ron's chest. Only belatedly did she notice the shaking of Harry's body.
"Harry?" She questioned tightening her hold on her friend.
"I don't want to go back." Harry sniffled tearfully, burying his head in Ron's shoulder.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, mate." Ron comforted gently, getting teary-eyed himself. "We can't exactly go back to the way things were and pretend as if nothing happened. No matter how much we want to."
"No, we can't." Hermione muttered woefully, burying her head in Ron's other shoulder, finally letting her tears flow flagrantly. This in turn caused the two wizards to loose all semblance of composure, until all three were weeping helplessly, grasping desperately onto each other for what little comfort was available to them.
Rated: R contains mentions of rape and torture, although not actual scenes. Possible HP/SS in later chapters, also HG/RW.
Authors Notes: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, that would be JKR. Subject matter not for children, although nothing too graphic, but be careful when reading just to be on the safe side.
There and Back Again
A little over five hours later Harry returned in a flash of light and a tumble of arms and legs. Ron and Hermione were sprawled on top of him, from Harry's knife impaled leg a steady trail of blood landed on the floor underneath them. Landing as they had the knife was pushed even further into Harry's leg causing him to cry out in pain. Hearing Harry's torment Ron and Hermione quickly rolled off of him on either side and onto the floor. While both Ron and Hermione were decently clothed although obviously beaten and bruised, Harry was lying curled, shivering on the cold floor stark naked. Besides the wound on his leg he had various other cuts and bruising, some internal bleeding and a large dripping cut near his eyebrow that ran down the right side of his face. In his hands, Harry held both Ron and Hermione's wands as he forced himself to stand on shaky feet and slowly made his way across the room toward the bag he left on the bed.
"I have some healing potions in the bag, and a few bandages." Harry spoke, jolting the others out of the nearly oppressive silence that had fallen since they port keyed back to the hotel room. "Hermione, since you are taking Mediwizardry and Theory, perhaps you can do something for the wounds not healed by the potions."
"Of course I will, but I don't know how much help I'll be with… um… well… any internal injuries, Harry. You're bleeding rather heavily. Perhaps we should get to Hogwarts and have Madame Pomfrey check you over." Hermione suggested, laying a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Bloody Hell, Hermione. How can you even suggest that? Voldemort raped me! After everything, considering Dumbledore knew where you were and did nothing, are you so easily prepared to trust him and his staff?" Harry snarled, breathing heavily. "Excuse me, if I don't particularly want Dumbledore privy to that information."
"'S all right, mate. Everything will be fine." Ron said putting an arm around his best friend's back. "Just because Voldemort said it, doesn't mean it's true, you know that."
"I know, but my god. If he bloody well knew… And did nothing, well I won't be held responsible for what I do." Harry cursed. "Probably get myself expelled after all."
"If, and I mean if, Dumbledore knew, perhaps there is a good reason for his silence." Hermione said quietly.
"Most likely there is. But that still doesn't change… anything." Harry responded in an equally quiet voice.
"Well if you do get expelled, mate, we'll be right there by your side." Ron said trying to lift everyone's spirits. "After all, I'm sure Durmstrang would love to have the Boy-Who-Lived and his two best friends enrolled in their school."
"Besides," Ron continued. "I can't believe that Dumbledore would leave us in Voldemort's hand if he knew about it. So, it's probably just an elaborate scheme to make us doubt the Headmaster."
"Probably, but that is the least of our worries right now." Hermione reasserted seriously, gesturing to their wounds. After getting the restorative potions from Harry's bag she placed the bandages out on the bed as well. "Since we have no intention of seeing Pomfrey then let's get started."
The three friends drank the potions at the same time and did not have to wait long for it to begin working. They were each surrounded by a healing green light, and after the magic absorbed into their bodies, all the after effects of the various hexes placed on them disappeared.
In Ron and Harry's case most of their other injuries healed themselves, except for the major ones. Thus leaving Ron with two cracked ribs, and Harry still bleeding from his ass, as well as his left leg. Hermione looked exceedingly well for a woman who withstood the Cruciatus Curse, along with her friends, for over twenty minutes less than a half an hour ago. It took Hermione the next two hours to channel her remaining magic into a healing transfusion for both Ron and Harry, leaving all three exhausted physically as well as emotionally. Soon after their wounds were mostly healed, the trio fell into a restless sleep, lying as close to each other as possible.
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They awoke the next morning in much the same position as they fell asleep in. Hermione was practically laying on top of Ron, who didn't seem to mind overly much, while both Ron and Hermione had their arms wrapped protectively around Harry, who was lying gingerly on his still healing leg. Although they were all awake, they stayed in bed, peacefully listening to their combined breathing in the early morning.
"So mate, do you think they've noticed our absence yet?" Ron asked bringing them all back to the painful reality of their lives.
"Probably, and if they haven't they will notice when we aren't there for breakfast."
"We should get going then. If we get there soon enough we will have fewer questions to answer from everyone." Hermione commented, making no move to get up from her perch on Ron's chest. Only belatedly did she notice the shaking of Harry's body.
"Harry?" She questioned tightening her hold on her friend.
"I don't want to go back." Harry sniffled tearfully, burying his head in Ron's shoulder.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, mate." Ron comforted gently, getting teary-eyed himself. "We can't exactly go back to the way things were and pretend as if nothing happened. No matter how much we want to."
"No, we can't." Hermione muttered woefully, burying her head in Ron's other shoulder, finally letting her tears flow flagrantly. This in turn caused the two wizards to loose all semblance of composure, until all three were weeping helplessly, grasping desperately onto each other for what little comfort was available to them.
