A/N-Thank you everyone for the continued support! This fanfic is taking me into new writing territory and I am loving it. Scared but loving it. Thank you to fantasyfreak12, Buffybot76, and AnotherAddicted for you reviews, I really appreciate yall taking the time to write how yall are feeling about the story. FYI Hermione was not sexually abused during her time with Bella, just mentally and physically. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. One of my fav moments so far is in this chapter. Fremione for life!
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"Hermione?" Ron questioned, taking a step towards her. She threw him back instantly, Ron skidded to a halt by the door. Harry looked back to his friend, then to Hermione. His hands starting to shake.
"Hermione, none of us forgot about you. We tried. We." Harry stopped as he eyes caught a glimpse of her back. He quieted, trying to figure out what the markings were.
"Oh, this. Do you wanna talk about it now? Before when it was just mudblood staining my skin, neither of you said a thing, but now." Hermione moved closer to Harry, her breathing speeding up again. "Now when your name is carved into me!" She turned giving him a full view of the horrendous torture Bellatrix had done to her.
"Hermione, I am so." Harry tried but was cut off.
"You're sorry, oh I know Harry." This time when she took a step towards him the room shook. The lights began to flicker and Harry found it harder to breath. "I cried out for you. All the time Harry." Hermione spoke moving closer. "I begged for you to find me." She put her hands to her chest. "But you never came. I told her nothing and still you never came!"
Harry could feel himself losing consciousness. Every time Hermione moved closer, his lungs were squeezed tighter. He could feel her pain, feel her suffering. She moved a step closer and the room begun to darken.
"Every day!" She screamed, mere inches away from Harry.
"Enough!" Fred shouted. "Hermione!"
Hermione felt her mind spinning. Her eyes darted back and forth scanning the room. She landed on Harry, clutching at his chest.
"Oh my God." Immediately she stepped away from him. Harry collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. "Oh..Oh." Hermione put her hands to her head, trying to pull herself together.
"Hermione, look at me." Fred commanded, putting his hands out to feel for the barrier. Lucky for him it was gone. "Hermione, look at me." He moved slowly forward, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"What have I done?" She went to look at Harry, but Fred's hand softly cupped her cheek.
"Don't look at them, look at me." He replied, trying to catch her gaze. He could feel the tears streaming down her face and moved his thumb to catch them. "Look at me." He repeated quietly. Finally there she was, looking at him. "Ok." He smiled.
The sound of fast moving footsteps filled the room. It didn't take long for them to barge into the room.
"What is going on?" Ginny shouted as she and George ran into the room.
"Everyone needs to leave." Fred demanded, still holding Hermione's eyesight. The room quieted, but no one moved. "I said, everyone needs to leave." He straighten up and looked around the room. Ron was the first out, he had seen this new face of Fred's before and didn't want to test his older brother. George caught his twin's eyesight and nodded in agreement in their unspoken language, Ginny followed. Leaving behind Harry.
"Fred, I don't know." Harry started, as he stood up.
"Harry, you need to leave this room." Fred felt his hands begin to shake, as he stood toe to toe with the boy who defeated the dark lord. He would do anything for the witch beside him, but going up against Harry was a little intimidating.
Harry silently took in Fred's stance. He knew the twin would keep her safe. It wasn't Hermione's safety he was worried about. So he just nodded, looked to her once more and left the room.
The moment the door shut, Hermione's body gave way, but she never hit the ground. Fred wrapped her up in his arms and sat with her on the floor.
"Accio." He said, summoning her sweater. Carefully he helped her put it back on, then he pulled her close to him again. His head coming to rest on hers. He closed his eyes, trying to will away her pain. Though he knew it wouldn't work. Then it was silent. He looked down and saw she had fallen asleep. Her body was still trying to right itself and all they were doing was making it harder.
He picked her up and carefully laid her on the bed. Looking down at her, he couldn't help but be mesmerized. After all this time, she was all he could think about. He was amazed at her strength, at her determination. Just her, Hermione. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead, closing his eyes as their skin touched. It was electric, like the air was alive. As he pulled away, he looked down at the still sleeping girl. She was smiling. A smirk broke across the prankster's face. He brushed his fingers across her cheek once more, then stood to leave.
Hermione stayed quiet as she listened to Fred's footsteps head to the door. Tell him to stay, her heart demanded. Tell him how you feel! But she didn't listen to her heart, instead she listened to her brain. Do not make a sound, it said. You are going to hurt them, you are going to hurt him. So she kept quiet, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and listened for him to leave.
He didn't want to leave her. No, he wanted to lay down next to her and hold her as close to him as possible. But he knew she needed rest. After everything that happened to her and the chaos of the past few days, she needed to sleep. She needed a healer. So that was what he was going to find, a healer.
The downstairs living room was surprisingly empty. Harry sat on the middle of the big sectional with George off to one side. Fred looked around slightly shocked.
"Are the two of you really the only ones in here?" He asked, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs.
"Yep. The burrow has been warded by the infamous child wizard here, so Mom, Dad, Bill, and Fleur all headed back a while ago." George answered, laying down in his spot.
"Ron and Lavender are in their room and Ginny is too." Harry followed, running a hand through his hair. "Fred, I think we need to talk."
"Harry, Hermione needs a healer brought here." Fred stated, not wavering in his stance for her. "Do you think we could get one brought here instead of taking her somewhere?"
"I think that would be the best idea." Harry replied quietly. The boy who lived, looked anxious. It should have been a relief to find Hermione, but all he could feel was guilt and pain. "I'll head over to the ministry and see if someone is available." He stood to leave, but hesitated, turning back to Fred.
"I love her, Harry." Fred said, without questioning.
"Alright." Harry smiled and left the house.
"Sooooooo." George stretched out. "Are you going to tell the lovely Granger this bit of news?"
Fred looked over to his twin. George was sprawled out, relaxed as ever. Just being around him always helped to calm Fred down. He smiled slightly and shook his head no.
"Oi, come on!" George gasped.
"George." Fred sighed, relaxing back in his chair. "I can't. At least not yet."
"Why? Because she's a little bit killer right now." George waved a stabbing motion.
"Nice." Fred said seriously. "And, no. Because she needs time. I don't know how much more her body and mind can take."
George slumped back down on the couch, releasing a sigh of defeat. "I know. It's just I see the way you two are. There is something there and I don't want you to waste any more time not getting the girl."
"George the Wingman." Fred laughed, lighten the room a little.
"I do fly fairly well there brother." George announced. The two laughed together. Feeling a little more at ease.
"I think I will go look in on her." Fred smiled standing up.
"Gross, you pervert." George gagged, while Fred throw a pillow at him.
She had to get away. Not only was she bringing danger to the ones she loved, she had become the danger. She sat up in the bed and looked to her surroundings. Wandless magic, she thought holding her hands, palms up, out in front of her. She closed her eyes and thought of the fire, slowly she opened them. In her right palm a small flame had begun to burn. Quickly she squeezed her hand shut and the flame went out.
"Ok, ok." She took in several deep breaths, standing up. "Ok, where to go?" Suddenly it came to her. My wand. "Hogwarts." She said.
Slowly she began to pace back in forth. Never had she apperated without her wand intentionally. She closed her eyes imaging Hogwarts, thinking of her need to get away, to get her wand. But nothing happened. Then she thought of what happened earlier. She envisioned Harry gasping for air, of Fred screaming for her and there it was. Fred. He was what helped her to push for this kind of magic. Hermione could feel the pull, she was leaving Grimmauld place.
Fred opened the door to their room quietly, expecting a sleeping Hermione. What he got instead was a girl leaving. He moved as quickly as his body would take him. She was almost out of sight, when he felt his fingertips grab hold of hers and they were gone.
The two landed with a thud onto hard ground. Cold and dark, the world around them was hard to configure.
"Hermione are you alright?" He heard a sniffle next to him.
"You followed me." She sighed, slowly standing. He stood too, shaking off the dirt.
"Of course I did." He replied, pulling out his wand to give them light. Once he could see her, he could see the sadness in her eyes. "Hermione I'm not letting you go again." He moved closer to her.
"Fred. I don't want you to get hurt or to." She paused, choking up. "I don't want to hurt you." She looked away from him, ashamed.
"Hermione." He took her hands in his. "You are not going to hurt me." His eyes begging for her to look at him. "Hey, I'm not afraid of you Granger." He smirked, as she looked up him, a small smile on her face. "Now who would be afraid of that smile?" He said while brushing her hair back from her face. Kiss her, his insides shouted. He took a step closer to her, his other hand still holding onto hers. "Hermione?" he whispered.
"Fred?" she whispered back, moving closer along with him. She could feel her heart race. He's going to kiss. Fred Weasley wants to kiss you.
"Did you hear that?" Fred suddenly questioned looking to the sky. As they both looked up, what appeared to be white fireworks were shooting off above where they stood. "Hermione where did you take us?" He questioned looking back down to his witch. The sound of hooves coming towards them.
"Hogwarts." She replied as a group of riders came bursting out the clearing surrounding them.