Never Let You Go
Authors Note- Okay, maybe that one authors note bad idea. Harry's NOT going to die again, I promise. I wouldn't
do that twice.
Chapter Five- Revelations
It was the first night in threw months either slept peaceful enough. It was the first night ever that they slept in
each others arms. For hours of complete bliss, Hermione thought her life had actually reached perfect. The only she
truly loved was back, and there to stay, and soon enough they would have a baby. Perhaps they were rather young, but
they had been through enough to prove parenthood. As weird as it was being close to him and how much she didn't
want it to end, all good things have downfalls.
In the eyes of the Wizard World, Harry Potter was still a criminal. The charges of murder and attempted murder (even
though Ginny easily forgave him) could mean the end. Despite his lack of sanity at the time.
Harry woke at what must have been seven or eight that night, he couldn't hear Madame Promfrey around the curtained
area. He looked down at the sleeping angel nestled in his arms, her hands clamped around his wrists. The invisibility
cloak laid sprawled across both beds, Ron had brought it. Ron, Harry's best friend, he had to see him. After
returning from the ' dead', twice, he deserved an explanation, from Harry.
Detaching himself, he quietly crept towards the edge, listening for any sound, trying to ignore the extreme pain in his body.
" I tell you, he's here!" a sudden voice caused him to silently jump. He stepped back at the boy's voice, crouching down as a second voice emerged.
" How is that possible? Everyone knows he died before the end of last term" this one was a girl.
The footsteps scurried around, they weren't that far away. " Natalie Whymburg said she caught a glimpse when Professor Weasley went into the Transfiguration classroom earlier".
The girl sighed, " that's stupid. Harry Potter's life is just a legend as his death. Some seventh year killed him". They were talking about him.
" I bet you he's around here somewhere" the dim candlelight was enough to cast two hazy shadows on the curtain right in front of him. They were growing taller and taller.
Harry dove under the bed just as the curtain was moved aside. " See, it's Professor Granger" the girl claimed.
" But there's two beds, don't you get it? They're hiding him because no one can know he's alive. I'm telling you, this school isn't as honest as it seems".
The girl was getting annoyed. " Whatever Damon, I'm going to bed before we get expelled, good luck finding a ghost" her footsteps drifted away towards the door.
He followed, " I'm going to spread the word that Harry Potter, is still alive".
Harry stayed hidden until the footsteps had faded away. " Hermione" he gasped, " Hermione" a little louder.
The bed above him shifted, Hermione peered her face over the side of the bed, " what are you doing?".
" There's a student, and he knows I'm here" he whispered.
She slid onto the floor, " did he see you?" Harry shook his head, " then how does he know?".
" I don't know" his voice shook in his throat, " but he's going to tell".
Hermione scooted closer to him, " Dumbledore knows, and if he hasn't done anything rash, you're safe".
" I don't feel safe" she took his hands and kissed his knuckles, " what if the Ministry finds out? They'll make sure I die for good".
" No they won't Harry. Ron and I will come up with something, but until then, you said it yourself, you're not going anywhere" she could feel him shaking and pulled him into her arms, " I love you too much to let you go again".
He struggled for a deep breath, " I-I didn't mean to kill them, I really didn't".
She rested her chin on his shoulder, her hand softly stroking his neck, " I'd love you even if you did".
" I don't know what it was".
" Don't scare yourself, I'm going to help you just like I promised. But now, just go to sleep, that's all you have to do". Hermione waited until she could feel him relax in her arms, calm enough to sleep. Only then did she close her eyes when he did,
" I love you" he breathed.
Ron came racing into the hospital wing not long after breakfast the next morning. Nearly knocking down the curtains,
the beds were empty, but he could see Hermione's foot sticking out from underneath. He dropped to the floor where
they were sleeping.
" Harry!" he whispered harshly, " Harry, wake up!".
From behind Hermione, he lifted his head, " what?" he was still looking ill and exhausted.
" We have a problem" Hermione opened her eyes, " the entire school knows you're here" Harry sat up, hitting his head on the bed, " Dumbledore was too late, one of the prefects sent an owl to the Ministry".
Hermione scrambled out from under the beds, " oh no, what are we going to do?" she bent down to help a weak Harry.
Ron went for the silver cloak laying over the bed frames, " the only thing we can do, we're going to get him out of here". He pulled Harry to his feet and threw the cloak over him so it looked as though Ron was holding only air.
" Where?" he asked.
" Burrow, mum already knows we're coming".
But Hermione grabbed his other arm, " Ron, look at him".
" The whole point of the cloak is that I can't do just that".
" He's too sick, we can't move him!".
" We don't have much of a choice Herm. It's there or Azkaban prison, and I think we know which is better!".
She hesitated, then nodded. They watched every direction like two hungry eagles, pulling Harry down any corridor that was deserted, moving somewhat slow.
" Ginny has some Floo Powder in the Gryffindor common room" Ron said.
Only feet from the Fat Lady's portrait , the three of them caught gaze of the swarm of dementors at the other end. They were heading closer by the second, their gray hoods fixed on them. Ron loudly cursed, pulling Harry from Hermione's grip and jumped over the cloak that had slipped off.
" May flowers!" Ron screamed, the Gryffindor password.
The portrait moved aside, Hermione was the last one through, she could see a hooded figure in an eye corner as she crawled through and the portrait began to close the hole.
Ginny was already prepared, standing by the fireplace. She scoped the powder into Harry's hand just before Ron shoved him into the ash.
" The Burrow!".