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The Soul Has Bandaged Moments (PG) Harry Potter/Stargate Atlantis Chapter 13
Title: The Soul Has Bandaged Moments
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: Written and re-written several times – hence the delay. This is where it starts getting vaguely interesting… *smirks*
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
***
‘Harry.’
He turned and saw her standing beneath the large black umbrella she was holding that had obscured her face during the ceremony and whilst the family cars had driven away and leaving him standing a solitary guard on the grave. Except for the figure that had stood close to the trees at the back. Now as he focused on her figure he recognised her.
‘Hermione.’
She walked toward him as he stood alone by the still open grave. She was dressed in black muggle clothes, a long black coat buttoned up over a black pair of trousers. A black scarf was wound loosely around her neck and she carried a black bag in the hand not holding her umbrella. Appropriate for the funeral he noted absently, his training taking over and observing everything of note about her.
As she eventually reached him she stopped and waited for him to break the silence, gazing up at him from beneath her umbrella.
‘How did you know?’ He asked hoarsely, before being enveloped by her arms as she hugged him fiercely, her hold tightly wrapped around his slim frame. The rain made him blink as she hugged him, the action uncovering both of their heads from the weather.
‘I saw it in the paper. The Telegraph.’ She answered. ‘I’m so sorry Harry.’
He slowly wrapped his arms around her, before reality crashed in and he realised what he was doing and stiffened and let go of her. ‘Does anyone else know? The Order? Dumbledore?’
She shook her head as it rested on his shoulder still holding him tightly. ‘I haven’t spoken to them. They think I’m warding my parents’ house.’
‘No Order escort then?’
‘Not for muggle born Hermione Granger.’ She answered bitterly tightening her hold.
‘Hermione?’
She sniffed and let go. ‘I’m sorry Harry, I’ve gotten you all wet.’ She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and tried to dry his face as she covered them both once again with her umbrella.
‘Hermione.’
She continued to try and dry him. ‘Honestly, what was I thinking? It’s pouring down and I’ve gotten you soaked…’
‘Hermione.’
She stopped what she was doing before taking a deep breath, and looked up at him. ‘I…I…’ Then she took another deep breath. ‘Things changed after you left Harry. A lot of things changed.’
He frowned, sensing more to the story than she was telling him. What ever it is – I’m not staying out in the rain for it. I get the feeling there’s way more to this than meets the eye. He noticed how thin and frail Hermione looked even after taking into account the black clothes that made her seem pale. Why do I get the nasty feeling that once again there’s something rotten in the Wizarding world? As if I didn’t have enough to deal with! He grimaced as he caught sight of the grave. I can’t think like this now! Get your mind off it. Help Hermione! ‘Look,’ He finally said. ‘There’s a decent pub called the White Hart not far from here. The family are holding the wake in a private room.’ He grasped onto her wrist and began leading her off the uneven grass and onto the gravel footpath. ‘We can talk there. How did you get here?’
‘I apparated here.’ Hermione answered unthinkingly as she stumbled into Harry’s side, her heels unsuitable for the wet ground. ‘But Harry – I can’t just turn up at the wake!’
He rolled his eyes as he steadied her and then tucked her arm into his. Even at the worst moment of my life I could still rely on Hermione. ‘Will you come with me?’
‘Oh – but I couldn’t possibly! They’re family and…’
‘And you’re my family Hermione.’ He stated firmly. ‘They’ll understand.’
With that the two slowly made their way back to the car Harry had driven to the graveyard. Harry unlocked the car and held the umbrella for Hermione as she got in, before making his way to the driver’s door and getting in.
‘When did you learn to drive?’ Hermione asked as Harry put the car into gear and began reversing.
‘As soon as I turned seventeen and got my provisional.’ Harry replied, changing gears into first. ‘Took a while until I passed my test – but as soon as I did…’ He shrugged and turned to Hermione. ‘Do you drive?’
‘I’ve just started learning.’ She answered him, bitterness seeping into her tone as she turned to face the window.
He glanced over at Hermione, noting the stiffness of her posture as she faced away from him, as though she was a tightly bound spring just waiting to explode with tension. He felt himself start to tense in readiness as he drove the car out of the gates of the cemetery and indicated that he wanted to turn the car at the lights. A nasty feeling settled in his gut. I get the feeling things are far worse than I thought.
***
Harry tried to hide his smirk as he saw Lorne’s distinctly green-tinged face as they walked – or in Lorne’s case –staggered – out of the Puddle-jumper bay.
‘Ohh… Tell me you didn’t.’ Drawled a voice from the doorway they were headed.
‘We went up in a puddle-jumper.’ Harry said, bouncing with adrenalin.
‘You okay there Major Lorne?’ Jack asked as he saw just how green Lorne seemed.
‘Fine.’ Lorne answered, seemingly determined to say as little as possible until he recovered from the flight.
‘I wanted to be flying longer – its so smooth! Brilliant moves, and when we…’
Jack raised an eyebrow at Harry. ‘Want to show me what it is that’s got you so happy?’
‘Go up again?’ He breathed, his whole face lit up at the prospect. Lorne visibly winced.
‘Sure.’ Jack replied, ‘I think we can handle this one without you Major. Why don’t you just sit down and wait for us here? The itinerary can wait for a little while can’t it?’
Lorne nodded and then leant against the wall as he slid down to the floor. ‘I’ll… Just wait here for you.’ He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths as he tried to stop himself being sick.
‘Jeez stick-boy… Did you have to break him? What were you doing up there anyway?’ Jack asked speculatively eyeing the Major as though he thought the man was fighting a loosing battle, before they made their way back to the puddle-jumpers.
Harry frowned as they walked to the puddle-jumper had he had just left. ‘Nothing too bad – I thought you flyboys could handle all the stuff I did - just a couple of quidditch moves – a few Wronski Feints…’
‘Those dives you showed us before we left Earth?’ Jack winced. ‘In a puddle-jumper?’ He shook his head in disbelief. ‘This I have to see.’
Harry grinned as he gestured toward the open door of the puddle-jumper. ‘After you.’
*****
Your thoughts?
Author: serendu
Summary: Harry Potter was 18 when he first stepped into Atlantis
Disclaimers: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing also Kawoosh! Productions and Gekko Film Corporation, and Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer Television. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: None
Author Notes: Written and re-written several times – hence the delay. This is where it starts getting vaguely interesting… *smirks*
Previous parts can be found here at my journal: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
***
‘Harry.’
He turned and saw her standing beneath the large black umbrella she was holding that had obscured her face during the ceremony and whilst the family cars had driven away and leaving him standing a solitary guard on the grave. Except for the figure that had stood close to the trees at the back. Now as he focused on her figure he recognised her.
‘Hermione.’
She walked toward him as he stood alone by the still open grave. She was dressed in black muggle clothes, a long black coat buttoned up over a black pair of trousers. A black scarf was wound loosely around her neck and she carried a black bag in the hand not holding her umbrella. Appropriate for the funeral he noted absently, his training taking over and observing everything of note about her.
As she eventually reached him she stopped and waited for him to break the silence, gazing up at him from beneath her umbrella.
‘How did you know?’ He asked hoarsely, before being enveloped by her arms as she hugged him fiercely, her hold tightly wrapped around his slim frame. The rain made him blink as she hugged him, the action uncovering both of their heads from the weather.
‘I saw it in the paper. The Telegraph.’ She answered. ‘I’m so sorry Harry.’
He slowly wrapped his arms around her, before reality crashed in and he realised what he was doing and stiffened and let go of her. ‘Does anyone else know? The Order? Dumbledore?’
She shook her head as it rested on his shoulder still holding him tightly. ‘I haven’t spoken to them. They think I’m warding my parents’ house.’
‘No Order escort then?’
‘Not for muggle born Hermione Granger.’ She answered bitterly tightening her hold.
‘Hermione?’
She sniffed and let go. ‘I’m sorry Harry, I’ve gotten you all wet.’ She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and tried to dry his face as she covered them both once again with her umbrella.
‘Hermione.’
She continued to try and dry him. ‘Honestly, what was I thinking? It’s pouring down and I’ve gotten you soaked…’
‘Hermione.’
She stopped what she was doing before taking a deep breath, and looked up at him. ‘I…I…’ Then she took another deep breath. ‘Things changed after you left Harry. A lot of things changed.’
He frowned, sensing more to the story than she was telling him. What ever it is – I’m not staying out in the rain for it. I get the feeling there’s way more to this than meets the eye. He noticed how thin and frail Hermione looked even after taking into account the black clothes that made her seem pale. Why do I get the nasty feeling that once again there’s something rotten in the Wizarding world? As if I didn’t have enough to deal with! He grimaced as he caught sight of the grave. I can’t think like this now! Get your mind off it. Help Hermione! ‘Look,’ He finally said. ‘There’s a decent pub called the White Hart not far from here. The family are holding the wake in a private room.’ He grasped onto her wrist and began leading her off the uneven grass and onto the gravel footpath. ‘We can talk there. How did you get here?’
‘I apparated here.’ Hermione answered unthinkingly as she stumbled into Harry’s side, her heels unsuitable for the wet ground. ‘But Harry – I can’t just turn up at the wake!’
He rolled his eyes as he steadied her and then tucked her arm into his. Even at the worst moment of my life I could still rely on Hermione. ‘Will you come with me?’
‘Oh – but I couldn’t possibly! They’re family and…’
‘And you’re my family Hermione.’ He stated firmly. ‘They’ll understand.’
With that the two slowly made their way back to the car Harry had driven to the graveyard. Harry unlocked the car and held the umbrella for Hermione as she got in, before making his way to the driver’s door and getting in.
‘When did you learn to drive?’ Hermione asked as Harry put the car into gear and began reversing.
‘As soon as I turned seventeen and got my provisional.’ Harry replied, changing gears into first. ‘Took a while until I passed my test – but as soon as I did…’ He shrugged and turned to Hermione. ‘Do you drive?’
‘I’ve just started learning.’ She answered him, bitterness seeping into her tone as she turned to face the window.
He glanced over at Hermione, noting the stiffness of her posture as she faced away from him, as though she was a tightly bound spring just waiting to explode with tension. He felt himself start to tense in readiness as he drove the car out of the gates of the cemetery and indicated that he wanted to turn the car at the lights. A nasty feeling settled in his gut. I get the feeling things are far worse than I thought.
***
Harry tried to hide his smirk as he saw Lorne’s distinctly green-tinged face as they walked – or in Lorne’s case –staggered – out of the Puddle-jumper bay.
‘Ohh… Tell me you didn’t.’ Drawled a voice from the doorway they were headed.
‘We went up in a puddle-jumper.’ Harry said, bouncing with adrenalin.
‘You okay there Major Lorne?’ Jack asked as he saw just how green Lorne seemed.
‘Fine.’ Lorne answered, seemingly determined to say as little as possible until he recovered from the flight.
‘I wanted to be flying longer – its so smooth! Brilliant moves, and when we…’
Jack raised an eyebrow at Harry. ‘Want to show me what it is that’s got you so happy?’
‘Go up again?’ He breathed, his whole face lit up at the prospect. Lorne visibly winced.
‘Sure.’ Jack replied, ‘I think we can handle this one without you Major. Why don’t you just sit down and wait for us here? The itinerary can wait for a little while can’t it?’
Lorne nodded and then leant against the wall as he slid down to the floor. ‘I’ll… Just wait here for you.’ He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths as he tried to stop himself being sick.
‘Jeez stick-boy… Did you have to break him? What were you doing up there anyway?’ Jack asked speculatively eyeing the Major as though he thought the man was fighting a loosing battle, before they made their way back to the puddle-jumpers.
Harry frowned as they walked to the puddle-jumper had he had just left. ‘Nothing too bad – I thought you flyboys could handle all the stuff I did - just a couple of quidditch moves – a few Wronski Feints…’
‘Those dives you showed us before we left Earth?’ Jack winced. ‘In a puddle-jumper?’ He shook his head in disbelief. ‘This I have to see.’
Harry grinned as he gestured toward the open door of the puddle-jumper. ‘After you.’
*****
Your thoughts?