Return Of The Elemental


Chapter 25 – Never Again

Almost 2 months had passed since the world had been rid of all Dementors. Souls that had been taken had been returned making people that had been kissed recently regain their souls but the people that had been kissed years gone by only regained peace and had finally passed on the their next journey.

Everyone had wanted to know what happened? Why had all of the Dementors disappeared? Who had unleashed all that power? Who had made the earth shake in such a way that hadn't been felt since the day of the Dinosaur?

All the questions flew from continent to continent, every magical and muggle person searching for the answer as to what, how, when and why?

The only person that could answer them was a fragile girl by the name of Hermione Granger who ever since the passing of her fiancé had slipped further and further into depression. The once beautiful girl was now thin and weak, avoiding meal times and closing herself off from the rest of the school. She still attended classes but she didn't pay any mind to them, she just stared off into her own world, dreaming about her lost love. Her eyes had lost the sparkle they once held, her movements were confused and pathetic, like she didn't know what she was doing.

All of her friends and teachers had tried to help her through the pain but it didn't work… nothing. She had distanced herself from everyone.

So now it was Christmas Eve and Hogwarts was buzzing with the sound of laughter and joy, no one had gone home for the holidays because of Voldemort. The Dark Lord had been silent ever since Harry had unleashed his power, the word was that he was waiting, waiting to see what thing could have caused such a shock. He did get a very early Christmas present though. Apparently on the night of the Dementor ridding he was visited by all of his followers that had been locked up by Harry, saying that the cell they were in had just disappeared. They had overpowered the guards at Azkaban with numbers and had then made their way back to their master's side.

Word of this had gotten to Dumbledore and he had immediately sent word through the Order and after making sure that Azkaban was secure again he had focused all his attention on his young friend, trying to get the information out of Hermione but having no luck had ended up leaving the girl to grieve in piece.

So this is where we join Hermione on Christmas Eve, sitting in front of the fire in her room, staring at fiery flames dazedly. In her hands was a crumpled picture of Harry. A picture that had been many times crumpled up and thrown away in anguish, due to the thoughts that had zoomed around her head as she thought about the man who sacrificed his life for hers. Once again she burst into tears and this time tore the picture into rough pieces and threw them into the burning fire.

'That wasn't very nice was it?' A soft tearful voice spoke suddenly from behind her. Hermione spun around and cried harder slamming her fist against her head fiercely, pulling at her hair until she held clumps of her once fine hair in her clamped fists.

'Stop doing this to me!' She screamed out loud, falling to the ground and slamming her fist continuously on the soft carpet.

'Hermione, my love… What has happened to you?' The apparition of Harry whispered softly as he leaned down and timidly reached his hand out to the hysterical girl.

'Leave me alone. Leave my mind alone.' Hermione shouted angrily as she backed away from the pale man.

'He-Hermione, it's me… Harry.'

'Why are you doing this? Leave me alone.' Hermione cried harder, her eyes looking crazed and sad at the same time.

'My sweet angel, it is me. Harry.' Harry said urgently, his own eyes letting forth the tears that swelled in his heart breaking eyes.

'HARRY'S DEAD! I SAW HIM DIE! I WAS AT HIS FUNERAL! LEAVE ME ALONE!' Hermione shrieked, this time she curled herself into a ball and began pulling at her hair again, mumbling, 'Harry's dead' over and over again.

'I was my love, but only because I wasn't with you.' Harry whispered as he moved quickly and gathered a struggling Hermione in his arms, tightening his grip and whispering words of love to his dear sweet girl.

After a few tense moments in which Hermione sobbed and kicked, she finally settled down enough to finally look at Harry with hopeful pleading eyes.

'If you were a ghost, you wouldn't be able to touch me.' She said whilst more tears fell down here pale, gaunt face.

'No, you wouldn't. I'm real Hermione, I'm not a ghost.' Harry said sniffling away the tears running down his nose. They stared at each other in silence for a while until Hermione slowly brought her hand up and caressed Harry's cheek, she then brought her other hand around his neck and then used it to pull herself up and lightly brush her lips against Harry's, gasping and drawing back when she felt the lips she kissed being the warm and gentle ones that she remembered of her lover.

'It is you.' She cried tearfully before she brought her lips up again clashed with Harry's desperately. Soon both of them were lying on the ground crying in each others arms. Both relishing in the warmth, comfort and love that the other could give.

'What hap-happened Harry?' Hermione asked suddenly, her eyes that were once lifeless regained their sparkle as she locked eyes with Harry's.

'I died.' He said sadly. 'I died Hermione. When I released all that magic, I didn't even think twice of the impact it would cause, as long as it worked and you got your soul again, as long as you got the chance to live again.' Hermione swiped at Harry furiously.

'You idiot, why would you do that? There could have been another way to get my soul back, don't you realise Harry… my life isn't worth living if you're not in it.' Hermione collapsed into his arms again.

'I'm sorry Hermione, I just couldn't bear to see you like that. You looked so wrong. Your eyes lost their shine, your face had lost its glow, I couldn't live with myself if I couldn't do anything to help you. So on the night of the attack I brought you back up to our rooms and fell asleep in your arms. In my dreams I visited the Elemental world and met Merlin and a Shadow Elemental by the name of Barrok, his the one that has been talking to me, to cut a long story short, I gave up my last two Elemental abilities, because I don't know if you saw but Tallis died in the attack and all I had left was Fire and Air, so I gave them up and was given the powers of Light and Dark. These two Elements are very rare and I only got them because of Merlin, Barrok and their followers. They gave their powers to me because Barrok's son, Hilandan, gave all of his Shadow powers to Voldemort. That's how he got his powers. Anyway, when I came back and saw you I did what I was told would give you your soul back, I destroyed all the Dementors all over the world, but in turn died and passed on to the Elemental world, where I've spent the last 2 years heart broken, watching you waste away.' Harry finished whilst cupping Hermione's wet cheek tenderly.

'I don't understand it's only been two months since you've been gone not two years.' Hermione murmured into Harry's chest.

'Time is different in other worlds.' Harry said simply.

'How can you be here though?' Hermione asked. A look of dread still on her face, not knowing if she was dreaming or if Harry was really back in her embrace.

'I guess the only way you can put is that I am an Angel.' Harry sighed heavily, wiping away the last few tears from Hermione's eyes.

'Will you leave me again?' Hermione spoke softly. Harry answered by picking her up off the ground, grimacing as he felt how frail his love had become, he then carried her to the bedroom and laid her down gently on their bed. He got in beside her and collected her in his arms and choked out one simple word.

'Never.'

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