“Let me get this clear,” Hermione roared, glaring at her best friend. “You’re going to miss your flight because of a dream?”
“Merlin, is this the fastest you can go?” Harry snapped, ignoring Hermione’s remark. “Step on the pedal, for fuck’s sake!”
“Stop bossing me around, Harry!” Ron snapped, angrily. “I’m driving as fast as I can, but I have to take the other cars on the road into account. Besides I have to agree with Hermione…”
“You always agree with Hermione!” Harry growled in frustration. “Could you please stop acting like servile Basset Hound!”
“Shut the fu…”
“ENOUGH!” Hermione roared again. “Alright, Harry! Have it your way. But you’ll see that it’s nothing but a dream.”
“Maybe it wasn’t a dream,” Harry said. “It could be a vision. You know I have had them before.”
“That was because of your connection with Voldemort,” Hermione retorted. “You’re not some kind of psychic.”
“We’re wizards, Hermione,” Harry said. “It could be a magical connection or something. I just know I can’t ignore it.”
“That’s absolutely ridiculous,” Hermione said rolling her eyes. “There isn’t any proof of what you’re asserting, Harry.”
“But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” Harry said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
“Give him the benefit of the doubt, sweetheart,” Ron said. “Harry has surprised us more than once.”
“True, true,” Hermione sighed in defeat. “But I think…”
The sound of strangled sobbing made her forget their upcoming argument as she looked at the broken man on the backside hiding his face behind his hands.
“Don’t be embarrassed, mate,” Ron said – looking worriedly at his wife. “Did you really think that we wouldn’t notice that you still love him? We’re here, by the way.”
Before Ron could park the car, Harry had stepped outside and sprinted towards the entrance of the institution. He opened the door and walked inside – looking into the eyes of a familiar face.
“Audrey…Percy,” Harry muttered – hastily greeting them. “Where’s…”
“I should have done more,” Audrey sobbed, burying her face into Percy’s shoulder – completely ignoring Harry.
Harry’s eyes were drawn upon two Healers who walked past him, carrying a body on a stretcher – blond hair sticking out of the body bag…
“Merlin, is this the fastest you can go?” Harry snapped, ignoring Hermione’s remark. “Step on the pedal, for fuck’s sake!”
“Stop bossing me around, Harry!” Ron snapped, angrily. “I’m driving as fast as I can, but I have to take the other cars on the road into account. Besides I have to agree with Hermione…”
“You always agree with Hermione!” Harry growled in frustration. “Could you please stop acting like servile Basset Hound!”
“Shut the fu…”
“ENOUGH!” Hermione roared again. “Alright, Harry! Have it your way. But you’ll see that it’s nothing but a dream.”
“Maybe it wasn’t a dream,” Harry said. “It could be a vision. You know I have had them before.”
“That was because of your connection with Voldemort,” Hermione retorted. “You’re not some kind of psychic.”
“We’re wizards, Hermione,” Harry said. “It could be a magical connection or something. I just know I can’t ignore it.”
“That’s absolutely ridiculous,” Hermione said rolling her eyes. “There isn’t any proof of what you’re asserting, Harry.”
“But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist,” Harry said stubbornly, crossing his arms.
“Give him the benefit of the doubt, sweetheart,” Ron said. “Harry has surprised us more than once.”
“True, true,” Hermione sighed in defeat. “But I think…”
The sound of strangled sobbing made her forget their upcoming argument as she looked at the broken man on the backside hiding his face behind his hands.
“Don’t be embarrassed, mate,” Ron said – looking worriedly at his wife. “Did you really think that we wouldn’t notice that you still love him? We’re here, by the way.”
Before Ron could park the car, Harry had stepped outside and sprinted towards the entrance of the institution. He opened the door and walked inside – looking into the eyes of a familiar face.
“Audrey…Percy,” Harry muttered – hastily greeting them. “Where’s…”
“I should have done more,” Audrey sobbed, burying her face into Percy’s shoulder – completely ignoring Harry.
Harry’s eyes were drawn upon two Healers who walked past him, carrying a body on a stretcher – blond hair sticking out of the body bag…