Journey
Dressed in her formal school robes of a dark blue and cream, Hermione, her hair in a tight winding bun, made her way to her first lesson after seeing Andromeda to a tearful Ginny Wesley. Ginny had been looking after Andromeda on alternating days to Hermione's mother since September. Whenever Severus or Hermione had a free lesson they would take over. Ginny enjoyed having her god-daughter around. She was trying for a baby herself, but when Draco had joined Harry and Ron in France their plans were put on hold. Ginny was happy of the distraction of the bubbly little girl who was oblivious to the situation. Hermione had stayed with her best friend for a while, comforting her for the loss of her brother, reminding her that if Andromeda got too much she could be sent to Elizabeth Lupin, Hermione's mother and Remus' wife. Which had meant she was late and slightly teary eyed when she entered the transfiguration class room.
Hermione's attention turned to her first year students; Slytherin and Griffindors. It was calming to see that the union of Severus and herself had bridged the gap between the two houses. Even the Draco Malfoy of the class was dating a sweet Griffindor muggle born.
But this was only a baby step forward. Hermione thought bleakly as she set the class the task of turning a hedgehog into a pin cushion full of pins. Truthfully her mind her was somewhere else. She was in France, looking after an injured and mourning Harry.
What had happened out there last night? Was Draco safe? There hadn't been an owl from him, so she could only fear the worst. He had also been killed? But his name wasn't in the Daily Prophet, he couldn't have turned? There was an Order meeting that evening to explain everything that Minerva would find out between now and then. Hermione, now sitting at her desk looked at the clock. The second had seemed to have stopped.
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Harry was nauseous. The swaying of the boat sent pain rippling through his tired body. His lung had collapsed and his leg was broken, along with his heart. It didn't help that he no longer had his glasses and so everything was blurry. His love, Ron, was in a casket in the hold with the other bodies. Being transported to London, where they would be met by the Hogwarts express that would take him and others to the school. His eyes closed in defeat. What was the point? He could feel his body giving in.
"Hey, stay with me mate." Draco grabbed Harry's pale hand. He was sat next to Harry who lay upon a made-up bed in a small cabin. Draco's left arm was broken and put into a makeshift sling. His long blonde hair was stuck to his head from the blood that was being emitted from the gash on his skull. Draco was so scared that if Harry closed his eyes, he would never wake up. Harry was fighting to keep his eyes open. He failed. "Harry! Keep 'em open!" Draco growled, shaking Harry's arm slightly. Harry winced.
"Fuck off with shaking me Draco!" Harry spat. "I'm awake. And that fucking hurts."
"Sorry mate." Draco had to keep Harry's mind occupied. He didn't particularly want to know the answer to what he was about to ask. "How did you- you and Ron- How did?" Draco blushed at his inability to ask. Harry laughed weakly. "How did you know you were made for each other?" He asked after composing himself.
"I guess we always did! It just took a while to realise." Harry thought lovingly. Draco smiled, that was how he'd describe his love of his wife, Ginny.
"So when did you realise?" Draco tried again, wondering why he was actually interested. Harry thought for a moment. He giggled softly to himself. "When Harry?"
"The day you, Hermione and Severus left for New York." He snorted at the thought. "Christmas day, we'd kissed. Ron was gay, he'd told me the previous year when I was grilling him about liking Hermione. I was ok with it as long as he didn't try and hit on me." Harry paused to take in Draco's shocked expression. "That Christmas, Hermione had charmed our butterbeers and we drank too much-"
"-Lightweights. How can you get drunk on butterbeer?" Draco scoffed.
"How do you get drunk on anything? It's purely submission. Anyway, before I knew it we were daring each other to do stupid stuff. Ron dared me to kiss him. Of course I regretted it the next day, mainly because I had enjoyed it-"
"No details mate!" Draco laughed.
"I was really cruel to him over the next few weeks. Then Hermione said she was leaving for two months with you and Severus. I was angry, she was leaving me alone with Ron." A tear fell down his blood smeared face. "However, when you two left.... I realised Ron was in love, and I was jealous. I realised I was in love with him."
"Not getting you. Who was Ron in love with? Severus?" Draco was deeply engrossed in the story.
"You!" Harry answered. "He'd always loved you! He was happy that you became a member of his family. I've always been afraid that I've always come second best to you." Draco closed his eyes. Thinking about what he was about to say. Draco had been with Ron when he died. Harry was out cold by the Beauxbatons castle wall and Ron was in Draco's arms after being hit by a unforgivable. With his last breath, he had bared his soul to Draco. Not mentioning his love of Draco, But his undying love of Harry.
"He loved you, and you alone Harry! He said it was always you." Without them realising, the boat had come to a halt and someone had come into the cabin to see Harry into a medi-witch ambulance that would escort him to the Hogwarts express.
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Madame Pompfrey was waiting at platform 9 3/4. She instantly gave Harry a draught of dreamless sleep potion and brought Draco into a swift hug once Harry had been taken aboard the train. Draco, despite his twenty-four years, cried openly into the medi-witches robes. He was exhausted. He wanted Ginny and he wanted to see his friends.
"Draco Weasley! How good it is to see you safe." Madame Promfrey whispered into his ears. "Lets get you home, your wife needs comfort. And the Order would like to hold a meeting tonight if you feel up to it." Draco simply nodded weakly as he made his way onto the train. Taking the draught of dreamless sleep that was offered to him. It would be the first sleep in months that he wasn't awoken by his nightmares.
Beauxbatons was captured. The students there were now being initiated into death eater fraternity. It would not be long until Voldermorts eye turned to Hogwarts. Draco smiled briefly at the look on Voldermort's contorted face at Draco's appearance against him. Voldermort had always been certain the young boy would follow in his fathers footsteps. How he'd been wrong.
Draco slumped into the carriage seat. Thinking about how long it had been since he'd seen Andromeda, would she recognise him? How much she must have grown in those six months they had been at war. He wanted a child of his own, a companion for his godfather's daughter. He downed the draught at once and eased into a deep dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Not much to say really. I have up to chapter five ready to post, I'll post one every day for the next week. And hopefully I can write chapter 6 either tonight or tomorrow. It may be difficult as I have a slight writers block.
Stacey Pointe: I'm glad you like the idea of a sequel and you like it so far???
Crimson Regret177: I actually cried when I wrote that. I didn't want to do it. But It's too late now. He may still appear in black flashes.... In fact you've just given me an idea for chapter 6. Thank you
ivre: Yep, still talking to Mr Perfect, and nope he ain't married yet, miss him like crazy though and it's only been three days since I've seen him. *sob* How will I cope when I leave school in a little over 6 weeks? *sobs again*
Reader: Hope you've found this! Review and let me know.
poetrychik: Shucks. Glad you like this. Review and let me know how I'm going. lol
QueenBonnie: Evil? Really, I'm blushing. lol. Well I did learn from the best... lol. I'll try my best not to leave you with so many cliff-hangers this time. Is it working ok as a sequel?
Anarane Anwamane: Thank you for your review. Glad you are loving it. *blushes*
strega-in-progress: I know. I'm a bad bad person. I hate that I've killed Ron. Lets hope J.K doesn't read this otherwise she'll take my puppets from me for mistreating them. I loved your story, so there is no need to be thanking me for a well deserved review. Your English is great, don't knock it.
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"Will Uncle Ronnie be home tomorrow? What about Uncle Harry and Draco? I'm sure Aunty Ginny is missing Ronnie and Draco!" Did her daughter know?
"I don't know my sweet." Hermione perched herself on the side of the bed after closing the deep purple curtains. Now the only light came from a candle that would never burn out. unless Andromeda accidentally knocked it over. In which case it would immediately extinguish itself to prevent a fire. "They are far away."
Dressed in her formal school robes of a dark blue and cream, Hermione, her hair in a tight winding bun, made her way to her first lesson after seeing Andromeda to a tearful Ginny Wesley. Ginny had been looking after Andromeda on alternating days to Hermione's mother since September. Whenever Severus or Hermione had a free lesson they would take over. Ginny enjoyed having her god-daughter around. She was trying for a baby herself, but when Draco had joined Harry and Ron in France their plans were put on hold. Ginny was happy of the distraction of the bubbly little girl who was oblivious to the situation. Hermione had stayed with her best friend for a while, comforting her for the loss of her brother, reminding her that if Andromeda got too much she could be sent to Elizabeth Lupin, Hermione's mother and Remus' wife. Which had meant she was late and slightly teary eyed when she entered the transfiguration class room.
Hermione's attention turned to her first year students; Slytherin and Griffindors. It was calming to see that the union of Severus and herself had bridged the gap between the two houses. Even the Draco Malfoy of the class was dating a sweet Griffindor muggle born.
But this was only a baby step forward. Hermione thought bleakly as she set the class the task of turning a hedgehog into a pin cushion full of pins. Truthfully her mind her was somewhere else. She was in France, looking after an injured and mourning Harry.
What had happened out there last night? Was Draco safe? There hadn't been an owl from him, so she could only fear the worst. He had also been killed? But his name wasn't in the Daily Prophet, he couldn't have turned? There was an Order meeting that evening to explain everything that Minerva would find out between now and then. Hermione, now sitting at her desk looked at the clock. The second had seemed to have stopped.
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Harry was nauseous. The swaying of the boat sent pain rippling through his tired body. His lung had collapsed and his leg was broken, along with his heart. It didn't help that he no longer had his glasses and so everything was blurry. His love, Ron, was in a casket in the hold with the other bodies. Being transported to London, where they would be met by the Hogwarts express that would take him and others to the school. His eyes closed in defeat. What was the point? He could feel his body giving in.
"Hey, stay with me mate." Draco grabbed Harry's pale hand. He was sat next to Harry who lay upon a made-up bed in a small cabin. Draco's left arm was broken and put into a makeshift sling. His long blonde hair was stuck to his head from the blood that was being emitted from the gash on his skull. Draco was so scared that if Harry closed his eyes, he would never wake up. Harry was fighting to keep his eyes open. He failed. "Harry! Keep 'em open!" Draco growled, shaking Harry's arm slightly. Harry winced.
"Fuck off with shaking me Draco!" Harry spat. "I'm awake. And that fucking hurts."
"Sorry mate." Draco had to keep Harry's mind occupied. He didn't particularly want to know the answer to what he was about to ask. "How did you- you and Ron- How did?" Draco blushed at his inability to ask. Harry laughed weakly. "How did you know you were made for each other?" He asked after composing himself.
"I guess we always did! It just took a while to realise." Harry thought lovingly. Draco smiled, that was how he'd describe his love of his wife, Ginny.
"So when did you realise?" Draco tried again, wondering why he was actually interested. Harry thought for a moment. He giggled softly to himself. "When Harry?"
"The day you, Hermione and Severus left for New York." He snorted at the thought. "Christmas day, we'd kissed. Ron was gay, he'd told me the previous year when I was grilling him about liking Hermione. I was ok with it as long as he didn't try and hit on me." Harry paused to take in Draco's shocked expression. "That Christmas, Hermione had charmed our butterbeers and we drank too much-"
"-Lightweights. How can you get drunk on butterbeer?" Draco scoffed.
"How do you get drunk on anything? It's purely submission. Anyway, before I knew it we were daring each other to do stupid stuff. Ron dared me to kiss him. Of course I regretted it the next day, mainly because I had enjoyed it-"
"No details mate!" Draco laughed.
"I was really cruel to him over the next few weeks. Then Hermione said she was leaving for two months with you and Severus. I was angry, she was leaving me alone with Ron." A tear fell down his blood smeared face. "However, when you two left.... I realised Ron was in love, and I was jealous. I realised I was in love with him."
"Not getting you. Who was Ron in love with? Severus?" Draco was deeply engrossed in the story.
"You!" Harry answered. "He'd always loved you! He was happy that you became a member of his family. I've always been afraid that I've always come second best to you." Draco closed his eyes. Thinking about what he was about to say. Draco had been with Ron when he died. Harry was out cold by the Beauxbatons castle wall and Ron was in Draco's arms after being hit by a unforgivable. With his last breath, he had bared his soul to Draco. Not mentioning his love of Draco, But his undying love of Harry.
"He loved you, and you alone Harry! He said it was always you." Without them realising, the boat had come to a halt and someone had come into the cabin to see Harry into a medi-witch ambulance that would escort him to the Hogwarts express.
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Madame Pompfrey was waiting at platform 9 3/4. She instantly gave Harry a draught of dreamless sleep potion and brought Draco into a swift hug once Harry had been taken aboard the train. Draco, despite his twenty-four years, cried openly into the medi-witches robes. He was exhausted. He wanted Ginny and he wanted to see his friends.
"Draco Weasley! How good it is to see you safe." Madame Promfrey whispered into his ears. "Lets get you home, your wife needs comfort. And the Order would like to hold a meeting tonight if you feel up to it." Draco simply nodded weakly as he made his way onto the train. Taking the draught of dreamless sleep that was offered to him. It would be the first sleep in months that he wasn't awoken by his nightmares.
Beauxbatons was captured. The students there were now being initiated into death eater fraternity. It would not be long until Voldermorts eye turned to Hogwarts. Draco smiled briefly at the look on Voldermort's contorted face at Draco's appearance against him. Voldermort had always been certain the young boy would follow in his fathers footsteps. How he'd been wrong.
Draco slumped into the carriage seat. Thinking about how long it had been since he'd seen Andromeda, would she recognise him? How much she must have grown in those six months they had been at war. He wanted a child of his own, a companion for his godfather's daughter. He downed the draught at once and eased into a deep dreamless sleep.
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A/N: Not much to say really. I have up to chapter five ready to post, I'll post one every day for the next week. And hopefully I can write chapter 6 either tonight or tomorrow. It may be difficult as I have a slight writers block.
Stacey Pointe: I'm glad you like the idea of a sequel and you like it so far???
Crimson Regret177: I actually cried when I wrote that. I didn't want to do it. But It's too late now. He may still appear in black flashes.... In fact you've just given me an idea for chapter 6. Thank you
ivre: Yep, still talking to Mr Perfect, and nope he ain't married yet, miss him like crazy though and it's only been three days since I've seen him. *sob* How will I cope when I leave school in a little over 6 weeks? *sobs again*
Reader: Hope you've found this! Review and let me know.
poetrychik: Shucks. Glad you like this. Review and let me know how I'm going. lol
QueenBonnie: Evil? Really, I'm blushing. lol. Well I did learn from the best... lol. I'll try my best not to leave you with so many cliff-hangers this time. Is it working ok as a sequel?
Anarane Anwamane: Thank you for your review. Glad you are loving it. *blushes*
strega-in-progress: I know. I'm a bad bad person. I hate that I've killed Ron. Lets hope J.K doesn't read this otherwise she'll take my puppets from me for mistreating them. I loved your story, so there is no need to be thanking me for a well deserved review. Your English is great, don't knock it.
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"Will Uncle Ronnie be home tomorrow? What about Uncle Harry and Draco? I'm sure Aunty Ginny is missing Ronnie and Draco!" Did her daughter know?
"I don't know my sweet." Hermione perched herself on the side of the bed after closing the deep purple curtains. Now the only light came from a candle that would never burn out. unless Andromeda accidentally knocked it over. In which case it would immediately extinguish itself to prevent a fire. "They are far away."