To Get Back Life
Thank you to –
Onigiri Momoko – Harry isn't alive, he's a ghost at the moment but Hermione will need to find him sorry if I didn't make that clear.
Londonmalfoy,
Mysteriouscharm
Countrybutterfly
Danish Pastry 28 – cheers for the spelling corrections, I've never really been one to consider spelling too much when I'm writing so it's always good to have someone to help me out.
Chapter 10
Lost and Found
"We're lost!" Draco declared with a groan.
"No we're not don't be silly." Hermione gave his the best smile she could muster, but she had been thinking the exact same thing.
"Yes we are," he insisted, "look we've past that pile of rubble before."
Hermione followed his finger to the huge pile of broken bricks, stones and dust that he was pointing at. He was right it did look exactly the same to the one that they had passed just an hour earlier.
"Don't be silly, it's a pile of rubble how can you tell it apart from any other ones we pass." She argued, determined that they would find Hogsmeade Station.
Draco grumbled incoherently under his breath and Hermione let out an exasperated sigh before saying. "We just need to find the railway track again, that shouldn't be too hard."
But three hours later when they had gone the length and width of the field and still came up empty handed they admitted defeat.
"We'll have to sleep now, it's getting dark and we'll have a better chance of finding it in the morning." Draco decided.
They found a sheltered spot and set up camp for the night both hoping that the next day would bring them more luck in their search.
--
Ron,
I hope this letter finds you in good health, hell I hope this letter finds you full stop to be perfectly honest. It's been at least a year and I haven't heard from you, you could be dead for all I know, but I honestly hope that you are not.
I'm in Hogwarts, I was captured last week, I'm in a tiny cell in the dungeons at the moment and I'm scared. I don't know what they're going to do with me, but what ever it is I assure you it won't be good.
Please help me brother, I beg of you.
Your only sister,
Ginny.
Upon finishing the letter Ginny instantly put her finger in her mouth to stop the blood flow, for many days she had searched every square inch of her cell hoping to find something she would be able to write with and on but had no luck. In the end she found the solution, her robes were white, or had been when she had first put tem on and her blood would be a good enough substitute for ink. What she didn't count on was the light-headedness after loosing so much blood. She would have to rest for a while.
Placing the material with her note on in the far corner of her cell she covered it with dirt, mainly to hide it but also to use as a way to soak up any of the excess blood that hadn't dried. Then she lent back against the wall and closed her eyes.
Sleep will do me some good. She decided, after all I need all the energy I can get.
Once awake Ginny felt a little better, although her finger still stung from where she had cit it on the metal of the door. She picked up the material and folded it into the shape of a bird like her mother had taught her to do with pieces of coloured paper when she was young. Holding it in her cupped hands she concentrated with all her might at channelling her magic into it, for a long time nothing happen and right when she was about to give up the material started to glow slightly. A few seconds passed and the wings of the bird began flapping and it lifted off of her palms.
"Find Ron." She whispered as she rushed to yank open the stiff window and watch as it flapped away.
Only when the note was out of sight did she realise that she had been holding in her breath, she quickly let out a sigh of relief and collapsed back against the wall completely exhausted. Wordless magic was one thing; wandless magic was much, much harder. With out the wand it was hard to direct spells but she had been working on it ever since she had been capture a month before. Hopefully she had done it and her brother would get the message and come to help her.
It was highly unlikely though, he could be thousands of miles away and her spell might fail. The note could be intercepted and destroyed before t could reach him. Or, worst of all, he might not be able to read the note because he had been killed.
--
Ron was sat in his bedroom; the night was warm so he had opened his window to stop the air in the room being so stuffy. He happened to glance out of he window and something in the distance caught his eye, a small white object zooming towards him. It wasn't an owl, it was too small and it didn't have the correct shape to be a bird. As it got closer he could finally make out what it was. It was an origami bird, but somehow it was flying on is own. It slowed as it approached the window finally coming to rest on the sill where Ron quickly snatched it up, he noticed that there was some sort of writing on it and unfolded it. Once he had finished reading it he threw on some clothes with his cloak over the top and hurried down the stairs.
"Rose?" He called as he walked into the hallway.
She walked out of one of the rooms and asked, "What is it Russ? It's late."
"I know, sorry but I have to go. My sister needs me right away. It's an emergency, I'll be back as soon as I can." He told her as he began walking towards the front door.
As he opened it she called, "Russell Baker I thought you didn't have any family!"
Ron chuckled darkly, "Russell Baker doesn't Rose, but I do."
He then shut the door behind him before she had a chance to ask any more questions. He had no idea what he was going to do but all he knew was that he had to help Ginny, Ginny was at Hogwarts, and so he must go to Hogwarts. The rest he would work out later.
--
The heavens opened and rain started pummelling down the next morning, quickly waking both Draco and Hermione from their sleep.
"Great! Just great, now we get to be lost and wet!" Draco yelled as he pulled his jacket tightly around him and both he and Hermione ran to the nearest tree for cover.
"It has to ease off eventually, we'll just wait until it does." Hermione said as she pushed away the hair that was plastered to her face from the wet.
An hour and a half later the rain had not eased off at all, if anything it had gotten worse. Draco was growing impatient, he had never been one to stand around when there was a task to be done plus the longer they stayed still the easier it became for them to be found. He pulled out his wand from the inner pocket of his robe and muttered 'point me'. The pair watched as the wand spun around a few times before stopping, the tip pointing directly to the north.
"Well then, that's they way we're going." He said firmly and set off in the direction the wand had shown him.
Hermione had to jog slightly to catch up with his long and determined strides.
"What are you doing?" She panted as she came up beside him.
"Taking action."
"But we need to find the railway tracks." Hermione protested.
"No we need to get to Scotland and last time I checked Scotland was north, so we head north we get to the portal. It's time a man took control of the situation."
"Yeah tell me when he gets here." Hermione muttered darkly under her breath so he could not hear.
"But if we get to Hogsmeade at least we'll know where we are and how far we have left to go if we just walk in a direction we could bump into anybody and anything, it could be dangerous." She argued.
"Don't worry I'm here to protect you." He told he, never once stopping or even slowing down, but looking to his wand every couple of minutes to make sure they were still heading dead north.
"And when did we go back in time fifty years to when it was expected of the male to look after the female. I've been in a lot more danger that you ever have so it should really be I protecting you." She shot him down, getting tired of his masculine line of thoughts.
For a long while Draco was silent before he said quietly, "I still think my idea's better."
"Well I think you're out to get us kill but then again what would I know I'm just a mere woman, can't match up to your manly ideas." She snapped but put her arm around his waist.
Soon enough they came to a road, they stopped at the edge of it.
"Put on your amulet, it'll be hard to explain why we don't have passports with us, it'll be even harder to explain why you're not wearing your amulet."
Hermione got it out of her pocket and slipped it on before they continued to walk and sure enough two guards soon stopped them - both wearing full deatheater uniform.
"Who goes there?" One questioned.
"Prepare your passports to be checked." The other boomed.
"We don't have them." Draco said quickly.
"We were robbed, bloody Mudbloods I don't doubt," Hermione interrupted, "Took our passports and any valuables we had on us, luckily we had left our bags in the inn we had been staying at else we would have nothing. We have our amulets though and only people on our side can wear them."
"What do you mean?" one of the guards asked.
"Didn't you know?" Hermione lied, "If a mudblood, halfblood or blood traitor puts it on the become covered in green boils. We learnt all about it in deatheater training, maybe it's a new thing."
Hermione shrugged and looked at the pair. The guards looked at one another briefly before giving a sharp nod. "You may pass, but I suggest that you sort out replacement passports others may not be as lenient as we are."
They quickly hurried past and as soon as they were out of hearing range burst in to laughter.
Luckily we got the stupidest guards in the world, where did you get the green boils from?" Draco asked.
Hermione went on to tell him about the 'sneak' incident of the DA in their fifth year and how that spell had been her inspiration for their escape.
--
Ron was slowly making his way down the same road, he had been going since that night when he had run from Rose and what had been his home for the past year and a half. He had not stopped to eat or find shelter from the rain so he was now soaked through, he cloak heavy from water and weighing him down. Every few steps his stomach would give a growl of protest reminding him that he hadn't eaten for a good sixteen hours. But no of this matter to him, he needed to continue down this road until he reached the crossroad, he would then go towards Hogsmeade from which it was just a short distance to the castle, he could go in through one of the secret passages, the one through Honeydukes, or what had been the sweet shop when he had been in school, would be the best as it would take him right into the building.
An hour later he finally came to the crossroad. He stopped and sat down, leaning against the signpost for a short break. Coming along the road he could see two figures coming towards him. He did not worry, he could tell from the way they were moving that they were not Dementors and the way they were dressed that they were not Deatheaters, probably just two purebloods out for a stroll, he decided. But as they drew closer he began to think that they looked vaguely familiar. He stood up and took a few steps toward the couple frowning when the girl stopped, frozen to the spot. But a few seconds later he understood why and he froze too.
"Hermione?" He whispered.
"R-Ron?" She croaked.
Suddenly they ran forward and wrapped their arms around each other.
"I thought you were dead!" Hermione sobbed into his shoulder.
"I had to get away it was too much, what with my family and Harry and everyone." He offered as a lame excuse. Hermione nodded and wiped away the tears from her cheeks.
"I've been trying to find you, Draco's been asking all the safe houses he knows." She told him and Ron stopped.
"Draco? As in Malfoy?" He asked, "What's he got to do with this?"
He then looked up and realised that the person with Hermione was his Hogwarts enemy Draco Malfoy.
"What the hell is he doing here?" He demanded.
"He wants to help Ron trust me, he's on our side I promise." She reassured him and Draco nodded, for once not wanting to cause a fight.
"But it's Malfoy Hermione!" He protested, obviously he did want to cause a fight. Hermione caught his face in her hands and turned him to look at her.
"I trust him Ron, he is on out side." She told him firmly and let go. "Now what are you doing here you look awful?"
"It's Ginny, Herms," he told her taking out the letter his sister had sent him and handing it to her, "She's in trouble."
