Return to Me by diggingupophelia

Rating: PG
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 02/12/2004
Last Updated: 02/12/2004
Status: Completed

A short drabble that is a response to a challenge where I could not use the word
'Harry'. It is fluffy, but so short that if I summarize the story I will give it away.
Enjoy. R/R.




1. Retrun to Me. The one and only chapter.
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Challenge Rules:

Leatharegee, Community Mod

In this challenge, the plot is up to you. Instead of giving you a plot, I'm going to give
you two lists. One list of words and/or phrases you **must** use, and one list of words and/or
phrases you **cannot** use.

***You may alter the words slightly - hand may also be hands, etc. That goes for words not to
use as well - if the word you cannot use is hand, then you may not use the word hands as
well.***

***The words may be used as any part of speech and or meaning for that spelling - i.e. saw can
be *i saw a cat* or *I used a saw to cut the board* - and *hide* can be a skin or
the verb *to hide.* However it best suits your purpose***

Words/Phrases you **MUST** use:

1. Poison

2. Ring

3. Glove

4. Dart

5. Glee

Words/Phrases you **CANNOT** use:

*I'll just give you three to start, cause not using words is harder than using them. If
you know what I mean. Lol.*

1. Snow

2. Eyelashes

3. Pie

*Or, if you want to take on a* **really** *difficult challenge, try not using*
**this** *word:*


Harry*


*if you take this challenge, then the first set of 'do not use words' does not apply to
you. Unless you want it to. If so, by all means...go right ahead!


(A/N: I chose to use the option where I couldn't use Harry's name. Little drabbles to
get the muse going, I am working on the next installments of JTFoU? and Charm Bracelet, so
don't worry! Thanks so much for all of your feedback, I will respond to as many as I can
individually before I update!)

Return to Me.

The words fell upon me and burned like poison. I couldn't understand what Dumbledore was
saying to me. I couldn't force the works to make sense. There was something about my beloved
and the word 'dead' and then something about a wand or a ward; I really couldn't be
sure. After I heard the dreaded 'd' word my brain shut down. I wanted to dart off into the
woods and search for him, but I used all the self restraint I could muster to keep my arse planted
in the chair in front of the fire.

I looked to my hands and pulled off my purple dragon hide gloves - he gave them to me yesterday,
just because he could - and studied the ring on my finger. A plain white gold band meant to
symbolize our immortal love; and now he was dead.

I don't know how long I stared at that simple gold band thinking about him before I heard
him.

“Hermione, who died?” he said in a concerned tone.

I wanted to answer, “You.” But I knew it was my mind playing tricks on me and it wouldn't do
to have me start talking to myself in the presence of others. So I ignored the voice. Well, I tried
to ignore the voice, something told me to look up. So I did.

I saw a familiar pair of black leather boots. They used to be shiny, but now they were caked in
blood and mud. As I scanned his legs, I noticed fresh cuts peering out from behind tears in the
fine fabric of the trousers; which were also covered in mud. My eyes made it to the golden clasp of
the green cloak I bought him for his birthday before I allowed my heart to leap with glee: those
were his initials, our shared initials! It was him, it was really him.

I forced myself to look into his eyes, his emerald eyes, before I spoke, “You're alive!” I
jumped up from my seat and ran to him. He pulled me into a tight embrace and let my body melt into
his as I ran my hands through is sweaty and still unruly black hair. He whispered in my ear so no
one else could hear, “Yes. I'm alive!” He paused to kiss me on the cheek, “I could never leave
you. Never. No matter what I will always come back.” Then he stepped away and took my left hand in
his.

He kissed the ring on my finger before he handed me my gloves. His kiss was the antidote to the
poison that was thrown at me earlier in the evening.

“Why don't you and I dart off to a dark corner of the castle and shag like teenagers?” he
asked with a raised eyebrow. Danger always made him horny; the prospect of shagging him made me
gleeful. I just gave him a sultry smirk…

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