Stepping into the chilly air of the Pub she had flooded into she cursed herself. She was being irresponsible already exposing herself to danger. She snorted in a childish manner, at her thoughts but knew she had to take better care of herself and the baby growing in her. Shaking off the dust on her robes, she walked out head held high with a purpose once again.
Scrutinizing her surroundings she noticed a man talking to a woman looking at her with an odd expression. Glaring his direction in a defying manner she continued to her parents home, her home. I'm about five miles away she thought. She would walk a little way and then apparate half a mile away from where her new life would begin. With a plan she felt reassured, she could do this. She must do this. Smiling while her hand rested lazily on her abdominal she walked on.
Meanwhile a man sat silently on the bed his dear friend had been resting in. Moving toward the place she had slept, he noticed a long strand of curly hair residing where she had not been long ago. This was the only evidence that Hermione Jane Granger had left of her ever being there.
"Harry," Ron called from the door way. Fidgeting under his friend's gaze, Ron looked away, the coldness, the bitterness displayed on his once warm eyes, was frightening. Gathering the strand of hair in his hand, Harry glanced at the room before pushing past Ron.
His blood boiled in his veins. She had left him…with worry and pain…everything but a clue of where she was. Hatred filled every ounce of him. Walking angrily through the halls of the place he had come to call home. His first home, he set his destination to find Dumbledore, but he would be intersected by someone before ever reaching him.
"Potter," he heard the blasted voice of Severus Snape call
Ignoring it he continued on his way. Damned be all, he need to find her and soon. His mind focused only on the vision of the woman he had come to love.
Someone grabbed his arm roughly, instincts taking over he pointed his wand at the offender's throat. His eyes wild with worry and anger, he barley recognize the pair of dark eyes glaring at him daring him to continue.
"Lower you're wand Potter" Snape sneered.
"No, Death Eater," Harry answered venomously.
Hate flashed in the eyes of Severus Snape. His hand moved towards his robe, inching closer and closer with each passing moment towards his wand. Upon his fingers brushing it, with a quick graceful movement he pointed it at Harry's temple. Confused and stunned by his sudden movement Harry blinked a weakness he would not show again he told himself mentally.
"Now Potter lower you're wand, or you'll see what a death eater can really do." The threat hung in the air, the loathing they felt for one another oozed from both of them.
Smirking in a very un-pottery way Harry gripped his wand tightly. Awaiting the moment Snape would attack.
"Severus" he heard the wise voice of Albus Dumbledore call.
Unmoved by this Snape kept his wand steady at Harry's head.
"Severus what are you doing, lower you're wand."
"Eating Cheese Cake," he snarled at Albus's direction, "no potter believes he is a match for me, I'd be more then happy to disprove his idiotic idea."
Sighing deeply Dumbledore attempted again this time to reason with Harry only to find that Harry like Snape couldn't give a damn what he was saying.
"Enough, both of you will lower you're wands this instant!" Dumbledore ordered his voice hard. If either Snape or Harry would have looked at his face they would have met cold piercing eyes.
"Harry" Dumbledore said tenderly, not making any sudden movement… "Whatever it is we can talk about it rationally – like adults."
"Stay out of this Professor, this son of a bitch and his friends are responsible for everything bad in my fucking life, so forgive me if I say Fuck off!" Harry Potter answered his once beloved mentor.
"Severus please," Dumbledore pleaded his employee not looking at Harry.
"When Potter retreats his I shall lower mine."
"Enough!" Dumbledore said retrieving his wand from his sleeve, pointing it between them he cast a protective spell over them both. Both Severus and Harry where moved 10 feet apart. Throwing a glare at Dumbledore Harry lowered his wand. If looks could kill, poor old Dumbledore would have died with the hatred and venom Snape looked at him with.
Sighing the old man spoke "Mr. Potter, Severus please follow me, I think you've both made enough of scandal already." With that he turned from them and began walking. Standing in front of goyal Dumbledore muttered "Chocolate chip" and the statue sprang to life.
Entering his office he walked behind his desk and sat down. Motioning to both men to follow his example he spoke again.
"Would either of you care to explain what I have just witnessed?"
Authors Note: Forgive me for the mistakes, I wanted to get it up and didn't edit it. Hope you understand it though…any thoughts or ideas will be great. Review if you wish.
Painted blood red, the tears dry.
Thrown to the floor not cared for at all.
A china doll - cracked, shattered soul.
Emotions to strong, unable to breath, cutting everything within.
Poisoned, frozen, the cold seeps in.
Torn from the place of innocence – her image turned gray
The wind howls to me.
Telling a story of what I've always known to be true.
The man sleeps, unmoving while the angel falls.
Her words screaming to the world who has always failed her since birth, devastation grows.
Memories, those he dares not remember, the shame he will never feel.
Burns her flesh makes her heal
Reflection paint me again, paint me a world where I do not feel.