Author Note: I've been writing fanfiction for a couple years but this is my first Harry Potter story. I think the story is rated properly. It could possably be PG13, but I think everything I have written could be in the movies that hav ebeen of the PG rating...Read & review please. all constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks!
Chapter 1:
There were soft muffled voices. That was what made him crack open his eyes to see the bright light. 'Bloody Hell.' he thought before speaking. "Am I dead yet?"
There was a muffled scream of surprise then he felt arms on his chest, kisses raining all over his face. "No! Thank God...oh!......Ron! Ron, get someone! Harry's awake!" Called Hermione's frantic, blurred form.
"What?"There was a gasp followed by hurried foot steps.
"Hermio-" Harry started but stopped as she placed his glasses over his eyes. "Thanks" He slid himself up until his back was against the headboard. It wasn't the hospital wing at Hogwarts which he expected. It was brighter than that, larger, more empty. "Where am I?" He felt like he should have known but he didn't.
Hermione sniffeled. "St. Mungo's." She hugged his neck, throwing him off guard. He placed one arm around her before he realized the other one was heavily wrapped in bandages. "Oh, we thought you were never going to wake up!" She was sobbing now. "Af...after...you...m..met....VVol..Vold...mort.......Harry!" He let his friend cry on his shoulder until Ron returned with a Healer.
This Healer was a tall woman with dark brown hair. She looked much older up close then she had from a distance. Of course , now that he thought about it...Hermione looked much older than 17 as did Ron. They looked absolutely exhausted. "How long have I been out? Have they been here the whole time? What's wrong with my arm? Did I kill him? I should be with Sirius." He thought until he heard Hermione's sharp intake of breath which indicated that he had been speaking aloud, rather than thinking.
"All good questions, dear." The Healer spoke up. Hermione sat on the edge of Harry's bed as the Healer spoke up. "You gave us all quite a scare. Albus Dumbledore brought you in nearly a week ago." Harry reached for Hermione's hand and grasped in tightly in his uninjured right one. "These two have refused to leave your side for barely a moment." She motioned to Hermione then Ron. Hermione offered up a weak, watery smile. Ron watched Harry intently. "THere will be plenty of time to discuss the events of your battle with You-Know-Who once we have you all checked out. Now, please, I need to see my patient privately."
Hermione dropped Harry's hand as she kissed his cheek again with a sniffle. Ron shook Harry's hand and hugged him. When he pulled away to join Hermione, Harry could have sworn he saw tears wash down Ron's face. Ron put an arm around Hermione's waist, at which Harry surpressed a twinge of emotion he didn't want to name. Hermione let their friend lead her out out of the sterile room, though her eyes didn't leave Harry's until the door closed blocking them from one another.
Chapter 1:
There were soft muffled voices. That was what made him crack open his eyes to see the bright light. 'Bloody Hell.' he thought before speaking. "Am I dead yet?"
There was a muffled scream of surprise then he felt arms on his chest, kisses raining all over his face. "No! Thank God...oh!......Ron! Ron, get someone! Harry's awake!" Called Hermione's frantic, blurred form.
"What?"There was a gasp followed by hurried foot steps.
"Hermio-" Harry started but stopped as she placed his glasses over his eyes. "Thanks" He slid himself up until his back was against the headboard. It wasn't the hospital wing at Hogwarts which he expected. It was brighter than that, larger, more empty. "Where am I?" He felt like he should have known but he didn't.
Hermione sniffeled. "St. Mungo's." She hugged his neck, throwing him off guard. He placed one arm around her before he realized the other one was heavily wrapped in bandages. "Oh, we thought you were never going to wake up!" She was sobbing now. "Af...after...you...m..met....VVol..Vold...mort.......Harry!" He let his friend cry on his shoulder until Ron returned with a Healer.
This Healer was a tall woman with dark brown hair. She looked much older up close then she had from a distance. Of course , now that he thought about it...Hermione looked much older than 17 as did Ron. They looked absolutely exhausted. "How long have I been out? Have they been here the whole time? What's wrong with my arm? Did I kill him? I should be with Sirius." He thought until he heard Hermione's sharp intake of breath which indicated that he had been speaking aloud, rather than thinking.
"All good questions, dear." The Healer spoke up. Hermione sat on the edge of Harry's bed as the Healer spoke up. "You gave us all quite a scare. Albus Dumbledore brought you in nearly a week ago." Harry reached for Hermione's hand and grasped in tightly in his uninjured right one. "These two have refused to leave your side for barely a moment." She motioned to Hermione then Ron. Hermione offered up a weak, watery smile. Ron watched Harry intently. "THere will be plenty of time to discuss the events of your battle with You-Know-Who once we have you all checked out. Now, please, I need to see my patient privately."
Hermione dropped Harry's hand as she kissed his cheek again with a sniffle. Ron shook Harry's hand and hugged him. When he pulled away to join Hermione, Harry could have sworn he saw tears wash down Ron's face. Ron put an arm around Hermione's waist, at which Harry surpressed a twinge of emotion he didn't want to name. Hermione let their friend lead her out out of the sterile room, though her eyes didn't leave Harry's until the door closed blocking them from one another.