Tie your Heart at Night to Mine, Love
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She was running.
Flashes of green, red, and purple flew everywhere as the dark of night lightened to a bleached blue sky. It was as if someone had accidentally set a cart full of fireworks on fire, but the morning fog wasn't so dense as to hide the real source - bodies still collapsed all around as they resumed the battle. Harry was gone.
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the tears from obstructing her view. Harry would be mourned. Harry, Professor Snape, Colin, Fre—oh God, Fred. She bit harder until it stung more than the gashes across her arms and torso until it distracted her from the ache in her legs as her feet hit the concrete at full-speed, until she reached the spot where two fifth years were writhing under a Cruciatus.
There was shouting, she knew, but all she could hear was her blood pounding in her ears. Or perhaps the heavy pounding was actually from the hexes exploding against the walls, trees, and people. Either way, she shouted her own spells as she engaged the Death Eater in battle as if the volume of her voice was in direct proportion to the effectiveness of her hexes. It wasn't, of course, but after her Stinging Hex hit him in the shoulder she hadn't had time to question her crazy logic. Red and green lights zoomed past her head as she dodged his attacks, her own spells stopping at his quick barrier.
There was a sudden silence and a loud gasp, and her eyes darted to the students she'd just saved. They were shaking with the after-effects of the Unforgivable, yet their eyes shone with disbelief as they stared at the clearing at her left. She turned to see as Death Eaters, Aurors, Professors, and students stilled, watching as Harry got back on his feet, wand in hand and facing Voldemort one more time.
She saw a glimpse of purple light as something solid collided with her. At some point, her eyes closed in preparation for the impact with the ground. The debris of a knocked-down wall tore through her jumper and added to the open wounds on her back, but the spell never hit her.
She opened her eyes – Harry was alive.
And Hermione was lying in the arms of an unconscious Remus Lupin.
I've had this idea in my head for a long time and I had to put it on paper so that it would stop nagging me and I could go back to writing the chapter of my BtVS fanfic. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, and I wanted to start with a Remione story (I also have Sirimione and Snapemione ideas hanging around in my head, but one thing at a time, right?).
I do hope you guys enjoyed and I apologize for any mistakes in advance - English isn't my native language and I don't have a beta for this story, so if you catch any, feel free to point them out.
Please review and let me know if I should keep on writing.
P.S.: I borrowed the title from a poem by Pablo Neruda. It's not one of my favorites from him, but I really liked the beginning (Tie your heart to mine at night, love, and both will defeat the darkness).