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AN: Well if you want an estimation of how long this is going to be... I'm not going to give you one. It's currently on Chapter Fifteen
on my computer but it's not near it's ending. And fifteen would be about thirty thousand words plus. Am happy with how it is turning out
and a spoiler for you would be... well love is in the air...

Chapter Dedicated to Sami Sue for Constant Support and Long Reviews!: Phantom's Riddle or Guardian Angel seem cool to me.
though I saw Phantom of the Opera last week in London... So good... but crap Christine (sigh). And by your words I will be wasting 'an
amazing talent' cos I'll be doing Sociology and Politics at uni. And for Croydon... well sorry. But keep reading!

Chapter Seven

Death's Cold Door

"Bill...Bill..."

Bill awoke from a blissful sleep to the sound of his voice being cried by a high pitched distorted note, vaguely reminiscent of Fleur during love making. Therefore he awoke into a blissful smile. Until he realised Fleur was curled up softly sleeping beside him and whoever it was, was in obvious pain (ecstasy).

He rose softly from the bed and walked over to the window looking out into the rain soaked garden which lay below. The sight which was before him made his heart jump. "Fleur, Fleur." He heard his angel rising from the bed and he turned to her instantly, grabbing his dressing gown and two towels from their ensuite. "Fleur, we need a doctor. Someone who can be trusted. If you don't know one ask... Lupin. Go over to Lupin's and ask him. We need it now." He ordered her in the most serious voice he could manage.

"Why, what's?" Fleur asked sleepily. But Bill was already thundering down the staircase and out into the drizzle. There he once again met the eyes of Harry Potter and the body Harry was dragging. He picked up the body from Harry's half limp form and carried it inside. He felt the worst in his stomach for he had already seen the flame red hair. Harry limp in behind him and he heard the front door shut gently. Then a thud. "'Arry! Harry!" he heard his wife yelp.

Bill walked into the lounge and put his unconscious cold brother on the couch. He couldn't bare to look at him. He then walked back to the front door where Harry lay slouched on the floor, fainted from... pain? Exhaustion? Bill used all his strength to cart the heavy lad into the sitting room. "Fleur, please go!" He said turning to his wife, who's startlingly beautiful eyes, so round, so pure, so clear were fixed on Harry. She looked up at him surprised then shook herself to and rushed to the fireplace. She disappeared with a puff.

Bill turned to his brother first. He felt for a pulse. His eyes closed and a sob let out. It was there. And Bill was so relieved. But he had no time for this. He examined his brother closely. There was a gash on his forehead and a twitch in his left hand but nothing else on him looked wrong. But he was wet and deathly cold. Bill removed his brothers shirt, shoes and socks, replacing the socks with his own warmest thickest ones. He placed his favourite knitted jumper from his mother on his brothers chest, though not on him as to leave any wounds untouched. He then held his brothers hand for one second, all the time he allowed himself, then turned to Harry.

Both Harry and Ron had been soaked through. Harry looked worse. His hair made the paleness of his skin stand out and the large gashes, like a cat 'o nine tails, on his arms made his injuries on the surface seem worse. But his pulse was strong and he responded to a touch on the neck with a vague word that sounded like 'Serious' and 'Gin'. Bill did not need to guess who Harry Potter was dreaming about. He treated Harry like he had his brother, removing most of his wet clothes. Just as he had finished the fireplace let out a pop and a doctor walked into the room.

"Erlis Grint, Doctor." The man introduced himself as he lent over Ron. He pulled back sharply and looked at Bill. "I need to know where they have been and what spells were cast." He told Bill in a sharp voice eyeing poor Harry on the other bed. Bill nodded, and just as he reached Harry he heard the pop of another coming into the fireplace.

"By Dumbledore, Harry!" Were Remus Lupin's first words. He rushed over to where the boy come man lay blooding up Bill Weasley's sofa. His face looked lost for a second but he gathered himself. "Your wife and Tonks are staying at mine so we don't overcrowd this place. And they'll deal with telling your mother." Bill nodded and lightly slapped Harry's face.

"Harry. Harry! Wake up man." Bill told him. Remus beside him rose and disappeared from his sight of vision. "Harry. We need to know," He said as soon as Harry's eyes fluttered, "Harry, we need to know what spells were cast on Ron. What spells." Bill repeated pronouncing every syllable. "And you." He added as an afterthought.

Remus came back beside him carrying some water in a glass. He put some of Harry's face and a little in his mouth. This seemed to bring him round more. "The cruciatus curse. Mostly torture ones. I can't remember their names. One, 'e said... made your.. your... muscles seize up... over and over... until they snapped." Harry told them faintly. The doctor, who had been listening, nodded at this point and began several complicated charms.

Half an hour later the doctor rose from Ron. "Have you a sleeping draught in the house?" Bill fetched one. "Thank you." The doctor poured the mixture down Ron's throat he fell into the deepest sleep. "Let him sleep for two days. He will need it. Most of his muscles were, as the young gentleman said, snapped. Some of his joints too. He mustn't walk for two days even should he awake early." The doctor wiped his forehead before turning to Harry.

The doctor took Lupin's place by Harry's head. He gave him a brief examination before continuing on to any healing. "This is Harry Potter. Then I have no need to ask who gave him these injuries. You need have no fear Mister Lupin, I will not tell the press. They shall be blissfully unaware of his condition, if they can be blissful that is. And the Ministry. I shall tell no one. It would cause more harm then any possible good." And with that he began charms and complicated weavings of the wand which made Bill's headache. He wished for his wife; her presence within his arms, her smell in his nostrils, helping keep the horrors of the two boys, his two brothers, from invading his sanity. Her beauty in this time of chaos.

The doctor stood to leave. "He will sleep as normal, a deep sleep he might never awake from. Keep water near by and keep a careful vigil on them until the morning comes. Should anything happen contact me, here is my floo. I will look at them tomorrow morning. They should both be fine, though this one," he indicated Harry, "much faster than the other. I'm sorry I cannot do more."

"You have done more than enough." Lupin said, shaking his hand as if he had saved the world. Then again he probably had. "We can never thank you enough. You're quick work... well. Thank you."

He vanished in a puff. Bill and Lupin shared a glance of solitude before each returning to their patient. Harry was still muttering. His eyes, pain ridden, opened to Lupins. Lupin was about to tell him to hush when he caught the words... "Hermione. She... Is she alright?"

Lupin smiled kindly down at the boy. "She's probably at home safe. Go on, go to sleep Harry."

Harry's face contorted with either pain or worry. "She wasn't there." His voice got stronger and he tried to sit up. Lupin had to force him down, and only could with the help of Bill who crossed the room to them. "Where..."

"She's fine Harry. Sleep. For heavens sake sleep. We know where she is." In the companionship of a brutal murderer. "Sleep. She's safe. Now sleep. Harry, the strength drained from him, lay back. He was to ask more questions but they died on his lips as he slipped into a dreamless slumber.

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By the next morning Harry was pronounced cured by all. His remarkable healing was put down to the merely superficial injuries and expert healing of the doctor. He walked stiffly and tiredness hung around his face but he was mentally sharp. He recounted his getaway, leaving out his purpose and discoveries, to Lupin and Bill who nodded and commended his and Ron's bravery.

"Voldemort said he'd torture Ron until I let him kill me. Because he knew he couldn't do it if I was fighting because our wands share the same core and Ollivander has refused to make him a new one, so far. And we both were put under the cruciatus curse. And Lestrange put a whip to me once. But I refused. He thought he had the idea of love, that I love Ron so that I would forfeit my life for his. But he forgot love for humanity." Harry said feeling slightly unmanned by the last sentence. In fact generally Dumbledore-love-for-world. He was never quite that type of boy. "And when he wasn't looking I used silent magic to get Ron's wand and we escaped. We thought it was too easy actually. We thought we'd have the entire lot of Death Eaters at home but..." Harry shrugged. "I guess he was too arrogant. Still."

"Or perhaps he's been to busy thinking about these other crimes." Lupin said turning to Bill. "They've seriously weakened him. He wouldn't have concentrated enough if he was worried about attacks on his flanks, so to speak." Bill looked sceptically at Lupin who shrugged. "Which brings us onto Hermione." He said looking somewhat gravely at Harry.

"You said she was safe!" Harry jumped up anger strong in his voice.

"Calm down Harry, I'm sure she is." Lupin reassured him, Bill wondering how Harry would hex the living daylights out of Lupin; an unforgivable or something new?

"YOU DON'T KNOW!" Harry shouted. Lupin felt his feet leaving the ground and looked down surprised Harry could float him. It was a powerful skill. If one could master it.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice came from the front door, where Bill could see Fleur holding the door open to somebody. Lupin bounced as Harry turned to walk quickly to the front door. "Harry. What are you doing here? Why aren't you at home? Where's Ron?" Hermione asked hugging him quickly before stepping back to glance at the company.

"Why weren't you at home last night!" Harry asked anger in his voice. Hermione jumped round, caught out.

"Why don't you use my study?" Bill suggested quietly pointing the way up the stairs to his office. They both walked up there quiet anger radiating from the black haired boy. Hermione shut the door behind them as they took up their positions for the on coming battle.

"What I have been doing is of no consequence. It was nothing. I am perfectly safe and nothing shall come of it. Now what has happened here?" Hermione said in her most serious, official and assertive voice. Harry glared at her slightly before leaning in to recount their discoveries. Onga Suut was dead, as of three days ago. And Voldemort had a pretty good array of curses.

Hermione found herself resting against his shoulder by the time the tale had finished. She had felt the need to hug him, to reassure herself of his safety when he had told her of the last twelve hours of their visit. She felt a sickening in her stomach and they grasped each other as if clinging onto life itself. But as Hermione thought. It was probably going to be more sanity they were clinging to. In turn she told him of her discoveries of the wandless magic and conveyed a desire of teaching it to him. She was pleased he showed great pleasure in her discovery and they talked over it's implications for several minutes.

Then Harry rose to leave. She asked him to send Bill up, and he acquiesced without a word before heading down stairs to 'nap'. Hermione had recognised something in Harry. He was more growing more powerful at a startling rate. He had side-along apparated twice whilst in a hugely weakened state; once from South America to their home and then from their home to Bill Weasley's. And she had seen Lupin bounce; it took a lot of magic to move a muggle, it took one hell of a lot more to move a wizard even a spindly one like Lupin.

"Hermione." She was brought out of her revelry by Bill entering the room. She could see an excited gleam in his eye. "What information have you got?" Oh.

"I didn't get any this time I'm afraid. He said he had all he needed for the next few days." She informed him. She watched his face fall.

"You put yourself at risk again for nothing?" Bill demanded. "Have you told Harry what you did last night? Where you were?" Hermione shook her head.

"No. You know I cannot speak of the... Only the information. But after all this time do you not trust him yet?" Bill gave a look which said 'No' in more than a hundred different muscles. "When will you believe that I am competent?" She asked biting back the scathing remarks that sprang to mind.

"Your best friends turn up at my house at 2am at death's door, worried about you because you are out of the safe house, and you sit there asking me whether you are competent! Have you not seen the papers!" He threw the Daily Prophet with the report about the murder at the Death Eater Youth to her. She read it quickly, her face turning white.

"The Prophet exaggerates..."

"They didn't even have the worst of it Hermione!" Bill shouted slamming down the paper. "Grow up!"

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