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Chapter 1: Prologue: The Event
All I Have To Give
Disclaimer: All the characters are J.K.Rowling’s and I just put them into an intriguing story and the song is from the Backstreet Boys.
Prologue: The Event
I don’t know
What he does to make you cry
But I’ll be there to make you smile
I don’t have a fancy car
To get to you,
I’ll walk a thousand miles
“What’s wrong with her? Why won’t she stop shaking?”
“She has been poisoned, Weasley. I’m not sure whether it was Horton’s own concoction, or a normal mixture of that potion that attacks the nerves. I can never remember how to pronounce the stupid name.”
“Well, the pronunciation doesn’t matter now Malfoy. Can you get it out of her system or not?” asked Ron worriedly.
“I can make an antidote but I don’t know whether she will last the two hours that it takes to make,” said Draco, just as worried.
“What are you waiting for then? Get brewing!” Ron ordered.
Draco got up from his position at the side of Hermione's shaking body. She was lying on a hospital bed in the middle of a muggle hospital tent. Outside, the war against Voldemort was raging with every witch, wizard and muggle fighting against the Death Eaters, the creatures Voldemort had formed an alliance with, and Voldemort himself.
After Dumbledore’s death, Snape had taken Draco to his mother. She had begged him to join Harry’s side and fight against Voldemort. She didn’t want to see her son die under Voldemort’s rule. She would have renounced Voldemort herself, but it was too late for her. She knew in her heart, however, that Draco still had a chance for redemption.
It had taken some time, but slowly, people started to show some trust in him. He had proven to be a powerful ally, as he was quite talented in the area of potion making and performing healing charms. He had been working as a healer for the majority of the battle. He had saved countless lives, and earned their trust and respect.
Hedwig landed on Harry’s arm with an air of importance about her. Harry took the letter out of her beck and let her hop onto the table next to him. He opened the letter and saw it was from Hector Horton.
Horton had been a Death Eater caught by Harry himself but he swore that he was a spy for the Order. Harry didn’t really believe him, but he couldn’t do anything once the Wizengamot had made their decision. He was set free to continue to help the Order under close watch.
The letter read:
Meet me in at 5pm tonight. You know where I am. I have important news about you-know-what.
Harry didn’t trust Horton enough to go alone, so he asked Ron and Hermione to go with him. As they really didn’t trust Horton either, they were more then willing to go with him.
They walked in to Horton’s hiding place that night and Horton was at the kitchen counter. They greeted each other silently and before they started talking he offered them all a drink. They gladly accepted as they had walked a few miles to get there in an attempt to keep their location hidden.
Hermione took a sip from the goblet Horton had given her. Almost instantly, her throat started to burn, and she tried to speak, to warn Harry and Ron that the drink was poisoned. Before she could manage to get the words out, she fainted and fell to the floor. Harry gasped as he and Ron dropped their goblets.
“Ron, get Hermione to a Healer, quickly!” Harry ran out of the tent after Horton, who had turned and fled the moment Hermione had passed out.
Ron picked up Hermione and ran out of the tent in the direction of the Healer’s tents. He was yelling for someone to help him. He heard Draco yell “Weasley, bring her in here!” Draco helped Ron carry Hermione to the nearest bed and lay her on it. As they did so, she began to stir and her limbs started to shake uncontrollably.
Draco started to brew the antidote and Hermione’s shaking only got worse. “Ron, what is happening over there?”
“She is getting worse and I can’t hold her still. I’m afraid if I let go that she will fall off the bed!” Ron yelled across the room while struggling to hold Hermione’s arms and body down.
“Then bind her to it!” Draco yelled back, trying to remain as calm as possible.
“What? Are you nuts? I’m not binding my best friend to a bed,” protested Ron.
“If you don’t do it, I will. You don’t have a choice. It is for her safety as well as yours. Trust me.”
“Fine,” said Ron, listening to Draco’s reasoning but then added under his breath, “but I will never trust you.”
An hour passed and Hermione’s shaking started to stop. Draco only needed her to hang on another thirty minutes before he could cure her. Ron stayed helplessly at her side telling Draco the changes in Hermione’s condition only when he asked.
Hermione had started getting close to Draco over the past few months that they had been fighting in the war together and Ron had not liked it one bit. When he asked her about it she told him she was only trying to be friendly and that he wasn’t the enemy anymore. Not wanting an argument Ron would leave the subject there, but he still didn’t stop treating Draco as the enemy.
“Okay, it’s ready. How is Hermione holding up?” asked Draco ladling some of the antidote into a muggle cup.
“The shaking has stopped completely but she seems to be fading.”
“Well, I need to get her to drink all of this potion as quickly as possible,” said Draco as he walked towards them.
“No, you wont be getting her to drink anything,” said Ron possessively as he snatched the cup out of Draco’s hand.
“Ron, what are you doing?” Draco asked, a confused look crossing his face. “I only want to help Hermione.”
“I know what you want Draco,” Ron had drawn his wand and was pointing it dangerously at Draco’s chest, “and you not going to get it. Get lost and leave us in peace. We don’t need you!” Ron spat the words out at Draco.
“Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about but if you don’t get the antidote into her in the next minute she will most likely be beyond saving.”
Ron opened Hermione’s mouth and started to pour the antidote Draco had made down her throat while still pointing his wand at Draco. “Now, get going. I don’t want to see your ugly face again,” ordered Ron as Hermione began to stir to life.
Seeing that Hermione was all right Draco took his leave, but not before Hermione had a chance to see someone walking out of the door and disappearing from sight.
Hermione still dreamt of that person walking out the door and then seeing Ron holding the cup of antidote that saved her life. Not long after that event Ron had proposed marriage to her. She couldn’t say no to the man that she had longed for most of the time they had been at school, and who had later saved her life.
Yet she wished she knew whom the man walking out the door in her dreams was.
Author’s Note: Oh goodie! I’m so excited! A new story to get carried away with! :D What do you people out there think? I would love to read your reviews ~Draco’s Annie