Title: Emotion
Summary: Harry just doesn't feel anymore…can one of his best friends solve this problem? Three Part HPHG
Disclaimer: Refer to Part One or Two…your choice…
A/N: Third and final Chapter. If the war seems kind of choppy, well I wanted to focus more on the character's emotions…
Part Three: Emotion
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For the first time in days—no, months; Harry felt himself listening to each and every word that Professor Dumbledore was saying, with an ashen expression. This was it, and he had to make sure that he succeeded.
For his welfare, and countless others'.
"Our spy for the Order has tipped us off that Voldemort and his Death Eaters are planning an ambush on the school tonight. Apparently another unknown Death Eater has regular relations with Ministry officials, he or she could even be a Ministry official; and that our wards have been shut down and are locked down for the next twenty four hours."
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at Ron and Hermione to see their reactions to the horrible news. Ron looked pasty white; his red hair standing out even more so than normal.
Hermione…Hermione was staring back at him with a determined look in her eyes. She stood there in Dumbledore's office with a tense posture and that steely determination never wavered.
She grasped his hand in hers, and the only indication of worry, nervousness, or fright was that her small and delicate hand was slightly trembling within his own. He squeezed her hand softly, staring into her eyes, telling her that everything would be alright, and that he'd make sure of it—whether he died for the cause.
Hermione seemed to understand what he was thinking, and sent him a firm look. There was no way in hell that she was going to let him die.
"Therefore, we must evacuate the school in a matter of minutes. The rest of the Order is on the way. Harry, Hermione, Ron—I want you three to contact the members of the D.A. and ask them if they will remain and help fight. If not, give them no grief. haste is of the utmost importance, we have no idea of a timeframe for when they will arrive.
"Thus, I want you to go now. Run if you have to, waste no time! Meet me back here as soon as your legs can carry you and I will then inform you of further actions. Go!" Dumbledore yelled.
The trio slightly jumped; they ran for the door like there was no tomorrow. "Ron! You get Ravenclaw! Hermione, Hufflepuff! I'll get Gryffindor—it's the farthest!" Harry bellowed as they burst through the door.
The teachers and Remus watched them take off with melancholy expressions. After their moment of silence, each person sprinted off just as fast to perform their current duty.
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Hermione was gasping as she ran down the flight of stairs, heading towards the Hufflepuff corridor. She knew that Harry had given her the closest destination. Damn him, he was the one who needed to survive and defeat Voldemort, not her!
It was so Harry-like to take the longest route himself—putting himself in the most danger. She was overjoyed that she had 'her' Harry back, even if it may only last until the War was over.
She resolved to get him through this with support and protection. He had done so for her year after year, and now it was her turn. She'd be with him through it all, standing by his side as he defeated Voldemort.
There were no 'ifs' about it, Harry was going to get rid of him once and for all.
Hermione was determined to keep emotion flowing through his veins like liquid magma, she was determined to keep 'her' Harry alive; physically, and emotionally.
As a Prefect, Hermione knew every single password to each House's dormitories. She rounded a corner and halted at a painting of a young faerie maiden star gazing at a midnight sky.
"Unity!" Hermione breathed, and the portrait granted her entrance.
Several heads shot up as she ran into the dimly lit room. There was an air of calmness that had been disturbed by her thunderous entrance. She wasted no time whatsoever. It was quite early so she doubted that anyone was in their dorm, but she ran a quick detection spell just in case, she wasn't taking any chances...
Nope. She had been right.
"Okay, listen to me! DO NOT PANIC! I need everyone in the D.A. to tell me here and now if they are prepared to fight against the Death Eaters! We're going under attack tonight, and those who wish to fight come with me, those who wish to evacuate; go with Professor Flitwick!"
Said man had rushed inside seconds before.
There was a unanimous silence.
Hermione gaped at their lack of cooperation. They were—they were just sitting there staring at her as if she had just developed two extra heads. She felt frustration boiling inside her veins as each precious second ticked away.
"Come on! Move! They could be here within minutes!"
All of a sudden most of the common room scrambled over to Professor Flitwick, pushing and pulling ensued. "COME NOW, CHILDREN! THIS WAY!" the little man bellowed with a surprisingly strong and deep voice that meant absolute no funny business.
He led them out of the door and to wherever he was taking them.
Standing in front of Hermione was most of the D.A. members from Hufflepuff. A few were watching the departing students with longing eyes; all complexions were drained of color. "If you do not want to do this, you can catch up with the others and no one will think less of you," she said softly.
No one moved.
A sad smile graced her lips as she said, "This way," and began to lead them to Dumbledore's office; everyone was gasping at the fast pace, Hermione was practically having them run a marathon.
The only sound in the dark corridor was their soft pants and the padding and screeching of footsteps running. As they turned a corner they came side to side with the Ravenclaws. Ron sighed visibly when he saw that they were alright.
Both groups continued on toward their destination.
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Harry's leg muscles were burning, but this only made his pace speed up. He ran up the seemingly endless staircases until he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, practically screaming, "Courageux!"
"You don't have to yell…"
"God dammit, woman, open!"
The Fat Lady bristled and conceded. Harry hollered, "LISTEN UP! I want every member in the D.A. who is prepared to fight against the Death Eaters to follow me now! The rest of you wait here for Professor McGonagall to evacuate!"
Every single member of Dumbledore's Army hopped to their feet without question and ran after Harry. His expression was grim as he led the small group of teenagers out of the Gryffindor Common Room.
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It was ten forty-one in the evening. Harry had been gone for almost twenty minutes. Ron and Hermione's groups had been back for ten. Countless anxious glances were shot across the room.
Teachers were pacing.
Students were fidgeting.
The clock turned to ten fifty.
She glanced at Professor Dumbledore and their gazes locked. "I am afraid we cannot remain here any longer. We must go out in search of Mr. Potter and his group."
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Harry's heart was thundering in his ears as he ran and ran. A loud 'crash' halted his and the D.A. members footsteps. They could only stand in the corridor like sitting ducks as they heard more running footsteps and shouting adult voices.
Shit.
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Hermione was sick of running! But she couldn't dwell on her aching limbs; her mind was solely resting on Harry. He was in trouble and she knew it.
Oh please let him and the others be alright.
Please!
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Harry looked around him at the injured bodies of his fellow classmates. Neville was sporting a broken ankle…Ginny was suffering a nasty looking gash on the side of her head…
A small separate group of Death Eaters had attacked them within mere seconds and for the love of him they were just too strong! He himself only had a bleeding lip, thus he was single handedly protecting the injured with several different hexes and curses.
He needed help, once they decided to gang up on him, there was no hope left for their group. He hoped that the others had enough sense to realize that he should have been back to Dumbledore's office ages ago.
He heard another set of footsteps echoing off of the cold stone floor. His pulse quickened. Was it another group of Death Eaters? They were absolute goners if so.
Harry chanced a look at the new comers. He practically jumped for joy when he saw his best friends' familiar faces.
Countless spells were cast upon the remaining Death Eaters.
Most of them fatally wounded or killed them.
Harry knew that not many tears would be shed over their disgusting bodies.
He helped in casting the levitating charm on the students who couldn't walk as they stumbled off in search of a safe place to talk their plan through.
They took temporary refuge in the Room of Requirement. Several healing potions and supplies had appeared along with adequate clothes to change into rather than the attire of pajamas most wore. Professor McGonagall was splinting Neville's foot and casting a numbing charm.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "There are several more Death Eater groups ransacking the castle. We need to focus on getting to Voldemort himself. After we get him, his followers won't be far behind…"
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Harry peeked his head around a corner. He felt any color that had been left in his face drain away completely. There. He. Was. Voldemort was slowly walking down the hallway, a Death Eaters trailing behind their Master.
Harry felt another presence and turned to his side.
Hermione was standing right next to him, wand at the ready. He was about to pull her back into safety, but he had been a millisecond too late. "Reducto!" she shouted at the incoming Death Eaters.
Harry watched in raw horror as he saw her slump to the ground from a curse thrown her way. Harry felt his renewed anger bubbling again. They had hurt Hermione.
They were going to pay.
He ran into the corridor just as Hermione had done seconds before, shielding her body, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" he shouted with such emotion.
A wave of green light engulfed the entire hallway.
Harry soon joined Hermione on the floor.
Each and every single Death Eater could've sworn that the Boy-Who-Lived's eyes had turned blood red; rivaling their master's, and an instant later; their lifeless bodies littered the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Including the greatest evil to ever be born.
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Harry blinked his hazy eyes open only to shut them an instant later. His eyes had not yet adjusted to the morning light. He reached out his hand and fumbled around for his glasses on the bedside table.
He sloppily slid the lenses over his eyes and his vision cleared.
Wait…it was morning?
He looked around at his surroundings. He was in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey was humming a soft tune as she walked into the supply room. Hermione was sleeping in the bed next to him.
Hermione?
Ignoring the utter exhaustion of his body, he scrambled over to her bed and grabbed her hand within his. He couldn't help it; he had to see if she was real or if he was only dreaming. Her hand was completely real…They had made it, was chanting throughout his muddled mind.
They had made it!
He began to laugh as he buried his face into her neck.
They had made it! It was all over!
He felt a soft hand stroke his back. He glanced up and met a pair of soft chocolate brown eyes. He loved those eyes so much…
"Harry…" she whispered, a half grimace and smile gracing her lips.
He looked down at the bandages wrapped around her chest. Harry frowned.
"What did they hit you with?"
She shook her head and placed a single finger on his lips. "Shhh…I don't want to think about that. You've been out cold for three days, I think you owe me some quality time Mr. Potter." She said teasingly in a raspy voice, and began to cough.
"We'll have many more years of quality time, Hermione." Harry smiled.
"I know."
"I love you.
She pulled him down by his pajama collar and placed a passionate kiss upon his lips. "I love you more." Hermione said with a small smirk, and pulled him up onto the bed next to her. She fell asleep once more; within his arms.
And suddenly, he knew that everything would be alright.
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Now it's all been said and done;
My purpose now fulfilled.
Lives were saved and lives were lost;
It will be awfully hard to cope.
Feelings start to flood right in;
By waves straight to my heart.
My vision becomes clearer now;
Should've seen it from the start.
Emotion is what saved me;
Emotion standing true.
Emotion lets me love you,
And suddenly it all gets better.
But there still won't be any frolicking…especially through the flowers…
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thenewkid: Aww, I'm sorry! It's just that I really didn't want to drag out a short little HPHG story into something worse than it already was. Here, I'll tell you this, at least their future isn't determined. It can end just how you want it to in your mind. I'm glad you like it though:D
hollyg20: Yep. Sorry that Remus didn't have much of a role though. Actually, I'm currently writing a sequel to my story 'October' and instead of being a one shot, it is going to be a Chaptered Story, and I assure you it is longer than three Chapters, lol. But please don't think that it will be out tomorrow, I'm also writing two other WIP's that I have posted, and need updating. Oh, what have I gotten myself into:D Thanks for your reviews!
Hermione Rae: Thanks for your review! Yes, I wrote them myself… I hope you enjoyed the last and final Chapter!
Well, here is where the road ends for Emotion, I'm afraid. I have new and better plots to work on :) Even though this is the final chapter and I won't be able to answer your reviews, please review anyway! It'll make me ever so grateful!
♥ Much much love,
Alyssa