Authors Notes: Thank you all so much!! You've all given me really lovely reviews! I don't think I've had ANY flames at all. I think I'mma label this my best story. Yep. There it is. Labelled. [BEST STORY] Lol.
Well, I've decided that I'm not going to carry on with this story… I think that if I keep adding waffle to it, it'll get boring. So I'm going to carry on with the ending.
However I have re-written the ending so that it's longer, and has a bit more to it. So I'm going to post it as two chapters, because it was quite long as one.
So thank you all for your such kind reviews, You're all so nice. :P
Epona
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'Mione! No!!! Ahhh!!'
Harry yelled in panic as he violently threw his covers off him and sat up in bed. Flailing around restlessly, he managed to get himself tangled up in his blanket, and with some furious swings of his arms, he slipped off the side of his bed and landed with a hard bump on the floor.
Sitting up, he poked his head out of the blanket and did the only thing he could think of. He cried and yelled and called for Mione.
After just a minute or two, the door at the opposite end of the dormitory flew open and Mione was running towards him, her face white and shocked. She instantly appeared at Harry's side and bundled him up in her arms, as he cried into her chest, hiccupping and breathing heavily.
'I- I had a nightmare!! Mione, I had a nightmare!
'Shhh, it's okay, Harry, its okay…'
'The bad man!! He came and he hurt me!'
'Shhh, calm down, Harry, it was just a dream!'
'He hurt Mummy and Daddy!! He made them go away!'
'What?'
She pulled away from him and looked into his deep green eyes, surprised and worried. He merely continued to rant and panic.
'Then he hurt me, Mione!! He made green light hit me!!'
'Harry…'
'Then he hurt you!! He made the green light hurt you!!'
'Oh, Harry…'
With that, he grabbed her forcefully and held onto her as tightly as he could, while she stroked his hair, making soothing noises.
'Shh… it's over now, Harry, it's okay. Shh, come on now, baby…'
After a while, Harry felt himself calming down again, yet he couldn't forget what he had seen. He was petrified of what had happened to his parents, and the pain that he felt when the bad man had tried to hurt him was unbearable. But when he saw Mione lying in the same way that his mother had, not moving and silent, his heart felt like it was broken.
He didn't want to ever lose her. He didn't want to ever see that happen to Mione. His Mione. He wanted to be with her, and make sure that she never got hurt like she did in his dream.
'Mione…' he sniffed, his tearful green eyes meeting hers with complete sincerity. 'I don't ever want you to get hurt… I want to stay with you forever.'
Her eyes filled with tears as she gave him a wistful, sad smile, and cradled his face with her soft, delicate hands. Harry shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her hands on his skin, wishing that they could stay like this forever.
'Harry… I promise you, that as long as I'm alive, I'll stay with you. I'll stay with you even in death, if you want me to.' She gave a light chuckle, and sniffed. 'I'll come back and haunt you if you like.'
'Yes please, Mione. I'd love that. I love you'
'I love you too, Harry, with all my heart.'
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The day was much more fun than yesterday, Harry decided, as he, Mione and Ron walked down though the fields towards a large looking football pitch. Ron was carrying a large broomstick on his shoulder, and Harry was looking curiously up at it, as he walked hand in hand with Mione after him. He hadn't left Mione alone all day, he wanted to be with her in case anything bad happened.
As they reached the pitch, Ron swung the broom from his shoulder and looked around at Harry, a grin spreading across his freckled face.
'Hey, Harry, watch this!'
He swing his leg over the broom, and kicked his foot off the ground, sending a cloud of dust into the air. Squinting though it, Harry realised that Ron had gone.
'Wha-?'
From above there came a yell, and Harry looked up to see Ron in the air, atop the broom, flying around in circles about their heads. Harry's eyes grew wide.
'Wow! Can I try?'
Mione gave a little noise of worry, and crouched down beside him.
'Uh.. Harry, I'd feel more comfortable if you were to stay here… what if you fall off?'
'Oh please, Mione! I won't fall off! I promise!'
'I'll be there to catch him, Hermione…'
Ron had come back down to the ground, and was walking briskly towards them, the broomstick firmly in his hand.
'I'm thinking,' he said, as he reached Harry and Mione. 'That if he remembers Flying, then he might remember Quidditch, which would be one step on the way back to normal, wouldn't it?'
Harry didn't really know what Ron was talking about, when he said 'back to normal', but at the moment, he was more preoccupied with flying. He jumped about excitedly and looked up at Mione with big green eyes.
'Please, Mione? Please!!'
She sighed, a small smile fighting it's way onto her face and she nodded warmly.
'Okay… it's fine by me then. But Ron, you'd better make sure you can catch him if he falls.'
'Okay, Okay.'
'YAY!'
Five minutes later, and Harry was sitting on top of the broom, which was presently hovering in mid air about half a metre from the ground, beaming. He wiggled his legs around, amazed at how free they felt, and giggled.
Ron and Mione chuckled softly, and he grinned at the two of them. This was wonderful.
'Do you want to go a bit higher, Harry?'
'Um… Ron… I don't' know…'
'Oh, come on, Hermione… he'll be fine!'
Ron stepped up to Harry and pushed the broom up a little higher, while Harry giggled some more.
'There you go…. There… Wait!! Harry!!'
With a small kick of his legs, Harry accidentally soared away from Ron, who shouted after him. He immediately panicked, as the broom flew higher, and the ground seemed further away. Looking around, he saw Mione and Ron on the ground, Mione was staring up at him, her hands over her mouth, dancing around and looking very worried. Ron was running underneath him, his arms outstretched, in case Harry should fall.
As he turned his concentration back to the broom however, he felt a little calmer. This was nice… he felt like he knew how to fly this without Ron's help. He felt like this was where he belonged, and for a moment he completely forgot about the other two, and grasped the broom handle tightly, turning it easily to the left.
Overjoyed at having manoeuvred the broom on his own without anyone's help, he giggled loudly. The sound was muffled by the wind blowing against his face, pulling his bangs back and pushing against his rosy cheeks. This was easy.
He turned around in a complete circle, grinning at his own prowess, and flew calmly around for a while, glancing down at Mione and Ron, beaming. They looked back up at him, and they seemed to be speechless. Ron had stopped running around, and had instead started staring at Harry with his mouth open. Mione was watching Harry with her mouth slightly open, but with a soft smile, looking proud of him. He inwardly cheered.
However, just as he was about to go back down, from somewhere inside his stomach came a very sharp pain, which made him double over and whine. With a quick slip of the hands, the broom toppled upside down, and Harry was holding on tightly with his legs, his hands over his stomach and his face screwed up against the pain. His clothes were suddenly suffocating him.
As he continued to hold on, he could hear shouts and screams from Mione and Ron as he held tightly to his stomach. He knew he could hold on no longer, and with a moan of agony, his legs went limp, and all went black.
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He opened his eyes to dim sunlight, the sun hadn't fully risen yet. It couldn't have been more than four in the morning. He moaned softly. His body was aching horribly, he felt like he'd fell fifty feet from his Firebolt.
He made to stretch out, but realised that his arm was restricted by the size of his pyjama top. Confused as to why he was wearing a pyjama top at all, and why it was far too small for him, he tried to move, but found that he was wedged in by another person, who was also pinning down his other arm underneath them. Looking across, his eyes grew wide.
Hermione was sitting beside his bed, which, as he realised with some confusion, was in the Hospital Wing. Her head was lying on his arm, her own slim arm draped over him, which made his face burn red. In between them both lay a big brown teddy bear, with a pretty gold and brown ribbon tied neatly around it's neck. For some reason, it reminded Harry of fudge.
'Morning, Little Green Eyes…'
Startled, he looked around to see Hermione starting to stir, her eyes still closed but her breathing becoming more pronounced and faster. Petrified, he tried to move, but only succeeded in causing Hermione to go flying off the chair as he pulled his arm away.
'Oh Merlin, I'm so sorry, Mione!'
'Mione?' he thought, confused. 'Where the hell did that come from?'
'Harry!' she cried, as she picked herself up off the floor and flung her arms around him in a hug. 'You're back!'
'Um… I wasn't aware that I left…?'
She stepped back, her eyes and smile seeming to droop.
'You… don't remember?'
'Remember what?'
She sighed and looked at her feet, and Harry could tell that she was upset, though he had no idea why. He looked at his pyjamas and wondered why they were so small, and was about to ask Hermione of it when she vigorously grabbed the big brown bear from the floor and held it in front of his face.
'Harry, what does this remind you of?'
'Fudge…' was Harry's immediate thought, though he was clueless as to the reason. He racked his brains trying to remember, and for some reason a very vague, unclear memory came to him of when he was five years old…
'Fudgy Bear...?'
Hermione beamed at him as he looked at her, puzzled. Why did he just call this teddy 'Fudgy Bear'? And how would Hermione know about something he knew when he was five?
'Hermione… I don't understand… what's happening here?
She smiled, and sat back down beside him, her hand resting gently on his. Harry noticed it and willed his face not to burn. For some reason, he felt a little shy around her…
'Harry… what's the last thing you remember?'
Harry tried to remember. He had a fuzzy memory of Ron and him, sitting in the common room. They had been talking about Hermione, and Harry had taken a swig of Pumpkin Juice.
Wait… was it Pumpkin Juice?
'Uh… I remember taking a drink from a flask in the common room…' he mused, noticing Hermione smile at him from the corner of his eye. What was the matter with her? Why was she being all… 'touchy-feely'? He certainly didn't mind it though. 'Ron shouted something at me… wait…'
It clicked into place.
'I drank Ron's Age potion!?'
Hermione laughed, and continued to smile dreamily at him. He looked at her with confusion.
'Yes, you did. And I've got to say, Harry, you are the cutest five year old I've ever met.'
Harry flushed.
'Do you remember anything that happened?'
'Uh… no… I…'
Now that she mentioned it, Harry couldn't remember anything that had happened while he thought he had been asleep. He didn't think he'd dreamt anything, yet there was something stirring in his memory, of a lady who he met when he was younger. She was very pretty, and had looked after him for a week while he was away from home. He had grown to be very fond of her, and once or twice, he could vaguely remember telling her that he loved her. He thought that maybe, even though he was only five years old at the time, that he might have indeed felt that strongly for her.
He broke from his thoughts to see Hermione smiling at him, and tried to remember the face of the lady in his memory. Brown hair… brown eyes… yes, she definitely had those. He also remembered that she had a pretty face, and rosy red lips, and the softest touch. He remembered what it felt like for her to brush away the bangs from his forehead, and the way she pressed her lips to his scar.
Absent-mindedly, he brought a hand to his forehead, which emitted a soft, quiet yet relieved sounding gasp from Hermione. He turned to look at her as she slowly brought her own hand to his forehead, much to the confusion of Harry.
However, as soon as she touched his skin with her soft, smooth hands, Harry knew that he had found the lady he loved.
Comprehension dawned on his face like a summer morning, as his own hand dropped disbelievingly back onto the bed, his mouth falling open. Hermione chuckled.
'Now do you remember?'
He nodded gently, his mouth curving into a happy, disbelieving smile.
'Mione… '
Slowly, she leaned towards him, her eyes fluttering daintily shut before she pressed her lips to his, and he lost himself as he kissed her back. He shut his own eyes and savoured the feel of her lips against his own, as she brought her hand down his head and across his cheek. He felt like he was home, with his Mione, where he belonged.
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Ron woke to the sound of feet thudding softly on the dormitory floor, and as he sat up and rubbed his eyes he pulled back the curtains of his four poster bed. Immediately he jumped with a yelp of surprise. Harry was sitting on his bed, fully grown, fully clothed in perfectly fitted robes, with a broad grin on his face, beaming at Ron. Slowly, he lifted his two thumbs in the air.
'Thumbs up, man.'
Groggily, Ron chuckled and lifted his own thumbs in the air.
'Thumbs up, dude.'