Fic: Homecoming - Part 13
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 13
Author:alisanne
Word count: 950
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually), Hermione Granger.
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #13: Christmas cracker.
Summary: Sometimes when memories return, feeling recede.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 13 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Also, don't hate me!
Back to Part 12 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 13
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Harry felt a sting in his chest and his fingers tightened on Malfoy’s.
“Are you having visions?” Malfoy asked as the stinging turned to burning.
Harry blinked, momentarily distracted. “No,” he said. “Hm, I wonder why? Every other time I touch you—”
“It’s probably what I’m doing,” said Hermione, a look of intense concentration on her face. “Your magical levels are fluctuating, the dampening spell is fighting back, so—”
“Is this hurting his aura?” Malfoy asked. His thumb began to rhythmically slide over Harry’s knuckles.
“No. And it’s not going to if I have anything to say about it,” gritted out Hermione. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
“Are you all right?” Malfoy asked Harry.
Harry nodded. The sensation in his chest was getting more intense, just on this side of pain when… “Argh!” he cried, his back arching involuntarily as white-hot pain shot through him and his mind seemed to flood with images, too many to separate. Overwhelmed, he screamed, and the world went dark.
When next he was aware, all Harry knew was his chest ached as if someone had tried to flay it open. “Did I take a Bludger to the chest?” he moaned.
Someone was holding his hand, and they squeezed it tight when he spoke. “Harry?”
Harry lifted heavy eyes to look straight up into Draco Malfoy’s face. With a wince, he wrenched his hand away, trying to scramble backwards, and almost ended up on the floor.
“Harry!”
Tearing his eyes away from Malfoy’s, Harry looked over at Hermione. “Hermione! Thank Merlin!”
She smiled. “Is it you, Harry?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Um, yeah? Who else would it be?”
With a low cry, Hermione hurled herself at him, hugging him hard. Harry automatically hugged her. Over his shoulder, he saw Malfoy watching them, a smile on his face, and he muttered, “Why’s Malfoy here?”
Hermione drew back, her eyes searching his. “You don’t remember?”
“Erm, no?” Harry frowned. “I don’t remember much, actually.” He looked around. “Are we in the infirmary?”
“Right,” said Hermione, tone brisk. She reached for a potion phial. “Drink this.”
“What is it?” asked Harry, even as he obediently tipped it up to his mouth.
“Your brains are probably a bit scrambled right now,” said Hermione. “This should help sort out those memories.”
Finishing the phial, Harry handed it back to her. For a moment, he got dizzy, and Malfoy was there, his arm around Harry’s shoulders. Harry scowled up at him. “Why are you here, Malfoy?” he snapped. “And why are you touching me?”
“Harry!” Hermione was looking alarmed. “He brought you here, remember? He’s the one who found you.”
“Was it a Quidditch accident?” Harry asked, still suspicious. “How do we know it wasn’t his fault I was injured in the first place? He hates me, remember?”
Malfoy’s face spasmed as if he was in pain, and, releasing Harry, he stepped back. “Is that what you think of me?” he asked.
Harry sneered. “Honestly? I try not to think of you at all, Malfoy.”
A look of astonished hurt crossed his face, then his expression shuttered closed. “As you wish, Potter,” he spat. “Believe it or not, I had nothing to do with why you’re injured, but of course you’d never believe that, would you?” Shooting an indecipherable look at Hermione, Malfoy smirked. “It seems my job here’s done.”
“Draco!” Hermione groaned as Malfoy swept out of the room, the door closing behind him. She spun to face Harry. “What is wrong with you?”
“With me?” Harry crossed his arms. “What’s wrong with you? I can’t believe you let him in here. That was Malfoy! Why are you being all friendly with him, anyway?”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Harry, what’s the last thing you remember?”
Harry thought about it a moment. “Christmas the Burrow,” he said, smiling. “Ron and I were pulling Christmas crackers. Mrs Weasley made me another jumper.”
Hermione shook her head. “Harry, that was two years ago.”
“What?” Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you to joke, Hermione.”
“I’m not.” Hermione stepped closer to him. “Is your brain still scrambled?”
“A bit,” Harry admitted.
“Lie down,” advised Hermione. “That should help.”
“Okay.” As Harry obeyed, he asked, “Where’s Ron anyway?”
Hermione patted his arm. “Working. I’ll call him and let him know you’re back.”
“Back? Was I gone?”
“Close your eyes and rest, Harry,” said Hermione. “Relax.”
Despite himself, Harry soon drifted off to sleep, waking when someone flung open the door. “Harry?”
Sitting up, Harry saw Ron. He grinned. “Hey, mate!”
Ron ran over, hugging Harry fiercely. “Bloody hell, mate, where have you been?”
Harry closed his eyes. “I’ve—” And just then, the memories of the past couple of years settled in his head. “Hell, I’ve been in the Muggle world.”
“What? Why?” Ron drew back. “What happened?”
Harry blinked. “You know, I’m not really sure. All I remember is Christmas with you, and then I kinda recall being in the Muggle world, as if I’d always been there. Going to school, getting a job as an accountant.”
“A what?”
“A boring Muggle job involving lots of maths,” said Hermione. She flushed. “Sorry, Harry.”
Harry grinned. “No, you're right, it was boring. I dunno why I did it.” He frowned. “And then Malfoy—” He froze. “Malfoy found me.” He blinked. “And he was really decent, too.”
“Yes,” said Hermione, eyebrow raised. “You weren’t very nice to him just now.”
Ashamed, Harry sighed. “You’re right. I’ll apologise.”
“Good.” Hermione raised her wand. “Now, it seems you only have partial memory restoration. Do you remember becoming an Auror?”
“A what?” yelped Harry.
“Right.” Hermione pursed her lips. “It seems we still have work to do.”
~
Part 14 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 950
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually), Hermione Granger.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #13: Christmas cracker.Summary: Sometimes when memories return, feeling recede.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 13 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Also, don't hate me!
Back to Part 12 (LJ/IJ/DW)
~
Homecoming - Part 13
~
Harry felt a sting in his chest and his fingers tightened on Malfoy’s.
“Are you having visions?” Malfoy asked as the stinging turned to burning.
Harry blinked, momentarily distracted. “No,” he said. “Hm, I wonder why? Every other time I touch you—”
“It’s probably what I’m doing,” said Hermione, a look of intense concentration on her face. “Your magical levels are fluctuating, the dampening spell is fighting back, so—”
“Is this hurting his aura?” Malfoy asked. His thumb began to rhythmically slide over Harry’s knuckles.
“No. And it’s not going to if I have anything to say about it,” gritted out Hermione. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
“Are you all right?” Malfoy asked Harry.
Harry nodded. The sensation in his chest was getting more intense, just on this side of pain when… “Argh!” he cried, his back arching involuntarily as white-hot pain shot through him and his mind seemed to flood with images, too many to separate. Overwhelmed, he screamed, and the world went dark.
When next he was aware, all Harry knew was his chest ached as if someone had tried to flay it open. “Did I take a Bludger to the chest?” he moaned.
Someone was holding his hand, and they squeezed it tight when he spoke. “Harry?”
Harry lifted heavy eyes to look straight up into Draco Malfoy’s face. With a wince, he wrenched his hand away, trying to scramble backwards, and almost ended up on the floor.
“Harry!”
Tearing his eyes away from Malfoy’s, Harry looked over at Hermione. “Hermione! Thank Merlin!”
She smiled. “Is it you, Harry?”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Um, yeah? Who else would it be?”
With a low cry, Hermione hurled herself at him, hugging him hard. Harry automatically hugged her. Over his shoulder, he saw Malfoy watching them, a smile on his face, and he muttered, “Why’s Malfoy here?”
Hermione drew back, her eyes searching his. “You don’t remember?”
“Erm, no?” Harry frowned. “I don’t remember much, actually.” He looked around. “Are we in the infirmary?”
“Right,” said Hermione, tone brisk. She reached for a potion phial. “Drink this.”
“What is it?” asked Harry, even as he obediently tipped it up to his mouth.
“Your brains are probably a bit scrambled right now,” said Hermione. “This should help sort out those memories.”
Finishing the phial, Harry handed it back to her. For a moment, he got dizzy, and Malfoy was there, his arm around Harry’s shoulders. Harry scowled up at him. “Why are you here, Malfoy?” he snapped. “And why are you touching me?”
“Harry!” Hermione was looking alarmed. “He brought you here, remember? He’s the one who found you.”
“Was it a Quidditch accident?” Harry asked, still suspicious. “How do we know it wasn’t his fault I was injured in the first place? He hates me, remember?”
Malfoy’s face spasmed as if he was in pain, and, releasing Harry, he stepped back. “Is that what you think of me?” he asked.
Harry sneered. “Honestly? I try not to think of you at all, Malfoy.”
A look of astonished hurt crossed his face, then his expression shuttered closed. “As you wish, Potter,” he spat. “Believe it or not, I had nothing to do with why you’re injured, but of course you’d never believe that, would you?” Shooting an indecipherable look at Hermione, Malfoy smirked. “It seems my job here’s done.”
“Draco!” Hermione groaned as Malfoy swept out of the room, the door closing behind him. She spun to face Harry. “What is wrong with you?”
“With me?” Harry crossed his arms. “What’s wrong with you? I can’t believe you let him in here. That was Malfoy! Why are you being all friendly with him, anyway?”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Harry, what’s the last thing you remember?”
Harry thought about it a moment. “Christmas the Burrow,” he said, smiling. “Ron and I were pulling Christmas crackers. Mrs Weasley made me another jumper.”
Hermione shook her head. “Harry, that was two years ago.”
“What?” Harry rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you to joke, Hermione.”
“I’m not.” Hermione stepped closer to him. “Is your brain still scrambled?”
“A bit,” Harry admitted.
“Lie down,” advised Hermione. “That should help.”
“Okay.” As Harry obeyed, he asked, “Where’s Ron anyway?”
Hermione patted his arm. “Working. I’ll call him and let him know you’re back.”
“Back? Was I gone?”
“Close your eyes and rest, Harry,” said Hermione. “Relax.”
Despite himself, Harry soon drifted off to sleep, waking when someone flung open the door. “Harry?”
Sitting up, Harry saw Ron. He grinned. “Hey, mate!”
Ron ran over, hugging Harry fiercely. “Bloody hell, mate, where have you been?”
Harry closed his eyes. “I’ve—” And just then, the memories of the past couple of years settled in his head. “Hell, I’ve been in the Muggle world.”
“What? Why?” Ron drew back. “What happened?”
Harry blinked. “You know, I’m not really sure. All I remember is Christmas with you, and then I kinda recall being in the Muggle world, as if I’d always been there. Going to school, getting a job as an accountant.”
“A what?”
“A boring Muggle job involving lots of maths,” said Hermione. She flushed. “Sorry, Harry.”
Harry grinned. “No, you're right, it was boring. I dunno why I did it.” He frowned. “And then Malfoy—” He froze. “Malfoy found me.” He blinked. “And he was really decent, too.”
“Yes,” said Hermione, eyebrow raised. “You weren’t very nice to him just now.”
Ashamed, Harry sighed. “You’re right. I’ll apologise.”
“Good.” Hermione raised her wand. “Now, it seems you only have partial memory restoration. Do you remember becoming an Auror?”
“A what?” yelped Harry.
“Right.” Hermione pursed her lips. “It seems we still have work to do.”
~
Part 14 (LJ/IJ/DW)
