Give Unto Me

A/N: Yes, yes I know that I really don’t have any business starting an altogether new story given that there are still two in progress which I very much want to update but just do not have time for at the moment given that my MSc final exams are commencing next week. June will see me with a lot more time for updates – for those who are still interested, thank you for waiting.

This came about as I was listening to Evanescence – now THAT’S a band that simply screams H/Hr to me, and not just because of the lyrical orientations. Especially this gem of a beauty – a rare older song of theirs entitled Give Unto Me. The lyrics are SO H/Hr for me, its positively scary. It wont be long probably three chapters at the most.

Ah, well, onto the story…erm, yes, they aren’t mine by the way, so if you are willing to accept the air I breathe as legal compensation, go ahead and sue, there’s plenty of that around.

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‘I’m going to wake up any minute now and find out that I have been imagining everything.’

But no matter how often Hermione Granger tried to tell herself that, the harsh, penetrating glare of the lights shining from the hallowed ceilings of St Mungo’s with morbid clarity on the sparkling white tiles, felt compelled to dispel her foolish notions.

I've been watching you from a distance

The distance sees through your disguise

She stood up and paced restlessly. What were they doing? Why hadn’t they let her stay? She had begged and pleaded with them so much, caring for no other than the frail body that lay hovering precariously between life and death, his skin serving to make the pale hospital sheets seem positively robust in comparison.

All I want from you is your hurting

I want to heal you

I want to save you from the dark

Hadn’t he held her hand tightly? Hadn’t he looked at her and Ron for help? They why did those…those…imbeciles separate them? Why had Ron and she been sent out?

Give unto me your troubles

I'll endure your suffering

Place onto me your burden

I'll drink your deadly poison

Another groan wracked with pain echoed around the corridor and Hermione clapped her hands to her ears again, choked sobs tearing their way out of her throat and tears running down her face again. She had given up trying to wipe them away – they hadn’t stopped since early this morning when she and Ron had –

‘Dear Merlin! Not again, what are they doing to him in there?’

Why should I care if they hurt you

Somehow it matters more to me

Than if I were hurting myself

Ron’s aghast question was laced with pain and Hermione blindly reached out for his hand, gripping it painfully even as she forced out the words around the lump that seemed to have permanently lodged itself in her throat, ‘Ron…Ron, please, we have to be in there with him, I have to be in there, he…he’s in pain, Ron! He…he’s calling for us, he must be lonely and scared…we can’t just sit out here!’ She ended on a desperate yell and fiercely grabbed his upper arms, trying to shake him and will him into accepting that they simply barge in there.

Save you (save you)

I'll save you

In keeping with the natural contrariness of the world, Ron had turned into the analytical and resonating voice of reason since the beginning of this whole nightmare, less than a mere five hours ago. ‘Hermione,’ he began, his blue eyes clouded with concern and despair for their mutual friend, ‘We cant just go in there. They are trying to save him and they will. We have to believe they will. And there’s nothing we can do, but wait..’

Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she gave him a hard shove, ‘How can you just stand there and say that? They might be trying to save his body but did you see the mental state he was in? No, Ron its rubbish! We should be in there with him – and how do we know that what they’re doing is correct? They might just be trying to brainwash the Boy Who Lived for the bloody Ministry!’ she spat, her eyes savagely glinting.

Fear not the flame of my love's candle

Let it be the sun in your world of darkness

Ron opened his mouth to reply, but she held up a hand and cut him off, ‘No’ she said, squaring her shoulders resolutely. ‘I’m going in, Ron. And I don’t care what they say – are you joining me?’

Ron gave a tiny smirk and threw his hands up in surrender, ‘Of course I am. Was there any doubt of that in your mind?’

Give unto me all that frightens you

I'll have your nightmares for you

If you sleep soundly