XVIII
"Mine, you do because you do not worry," asked Ginny and paced nervously through the kitchen. "No," replied Hermione annoying than they actually wanted and bit her lip. That was a lie, they knew themselves only too well. Of course, making they are concerned, they were already three days away and they had no signs of life. For two days she was here in the kitchen and tried to work with House of the worst ideas to bring. She had been angry, she was still there, but the very thought of it, it could be something had happened to her a spot drove through the heart that you took the air we breathe.
She looked out the window. It was dark again, presumably they would no longer come. Another night they had to spend in the woods. A noise from the small treatment room, she tore from her thoughts. Only the villagers came through that door when they needed her help. Whoever it was, maybe she could so a little distracted, she thought, and hurried through the door. When she entered the room remained for her heart for a moment. Harry and Draco came in, followed by Conner, Severus the motionless body on their shoulders and carried him in gently took off on the narrow couch.
"What happened?" Demanded Hermione immediately know and went to him. "The dragon has caught him with his tail," said Harry. She tore his shirt and began his stomach from the blood crusted to resolve the extent see the injury more effectively. "Harry, you gets some water and Draco all the potions you can find in the lab top," she said sternly. Her fingers went to Severus' neck and felt a faint but steady pulse.
Both were back. Draco put down a bunch of potions on the table, while Harry put the bucket of water next to her. Hermione grabbed a clean cloth and dipped it into water before gently dabbing his belly so. The hole in his belly was alarming, but apparently no vital organs were injured. But still he had lost a lot of blood, his Skin was even paler than usual, and his sunken face made her worry.
She turned to the table and looked through all the potions that Draco had brought along, until they had chosen one of the bottle that uncorked it now and the contents carefully dripped into the wound. Immediately broke away on the dark dirt in the air, leaving dark red patches where the dirt had provoked the open meat.
The wound was clean, but if they could not ignore them, they would not be able to prevent infection. Somewhat reluctantly, she pulled her wand forth. "Can you help him?" Said Conner, who had now come to her side, worried. Only now they realized that the Scot was with them. Did he know? He had accompanied them? But why? Her eyes fell on his blood-soaked shirt, but she quickly realized that it was not his own blood.
"I do not have to die before him," replied Hermione determined. She always had an uneasy feeling when she raised her wand at a person, but she had no other choice. She could only hope that it works and it does not causes more damage. "Episkey" she murmured what some silvery strands slipped out of the wand and placed around the edges of the wound. It winds its way to the other side, they could not reach.
"Damn!" Cursed Hermione. "What's going on? Why it does not work? "Draco asked anxiously. She looked at her wand cranky. "Too weak," she said dejectedly, but at the same moment she had an idea. Hermione rummaged in the cupboards until she came with a long needle and thick thread back. She threaded a clever, then pulled his skin together and sewed the tear in his abdominal wall together with a few stitches. Once again she drew her wand and muttered the spell. Silver threads meandered to the edges of the wound and began slowly the skin at the torn ends to reconnect.
Eases breathing at all. Although Conner did not know what was happening there before, but it seemed to be something good. The adrenalin had kept that Hermione's body on the legs, more and collapsed. Draco, who had been standing next to her started on them before they reached the ground. They put them on a chair and dabbed it with a wet cloth to his forehead, and she again was moving and cautious their eyes opened.
Ginny had watched the action at a distance and hastened to her friend. "Everything OK?" She assured himself. Hermione nodded, felt but still somewhat dazed. "What happened?" Wanted to know about their friends, "And why McCoy is with you?"
"I'm sorry I'm worried it's my fault," Conner said apologetically. "I followed them. Her husband, he saved me from the dragon and was injured himself. I'm really sorry. "
" Even good. He will come through, "Hermione replied mildly, as she looked at his wrinkled face of guilt, noting that it helped her self, that fact aloud. For a while there was silence until Conner broke through at last. "I should go. Mary makes sure already worried, "he said and walked towards the door when Draco decided introduced him. "I'm sorry, but this is not possible," he said, "You have seen too much and as long uncle Severus did not talk to them about it, they can go it."
"What's Malfoy? You can the man not just in finding out how it fits you now, "roared Harry. "He is right," said Hermione, pulling the stunned faces of her friends up, "He has seen too much, we can not let him go so easily, before we have not talked to him."
"We send someone to notice Mary says that they are well," she assured Conner, "and of course they can get something up fresh. Come with me. "
Without waiting for a response they already went into the kitchen and headed for the narrow stairs. Conner had followed her. "Go in there," she pointed him to go to the bathroom as she disappeared into her bedroom and one brought by Severus fresh shirts. Perplexed, he stood and looked around the strange room. She was too exhausted to respond to his astonishment. He had now seen enough strange things, as it would be a simple bathroom cope well have, later they would still be able to explain everything.
She put out a fresh towel and pointed to the Shower. "Turn here," she said, and he made it, "Then comes out hot and cold water. Here is a clean shirt when they are finished they come down. "When they had finished, she left the room already. Looked around in amazement Conner. The room was filled with small cupboards and here and there white bowls hanging on the wall. One of them had similar attacks, as the large cabin, which had just presented him Mistress Snape.
He went to the white shell and turned a handle, until water came out. Puzzled stretched his hand into the icy water and turned now on the other handle, and then the water was getting warm. Conner turned the water back and got rid of his clothes before he climbed into the shower.
Hermione sat at Severus' side. She had inspired him with a strengthening potions, his pulse became stronger, and his skin had reverted to a more healthy color. She sat there and looked at him as he slowly opened his eyes. It was as if she were a stone fallen from the heart. She took his hand and looked at him gratefully. Forgotten was their argument that only thing that now mattered was that he was here and that he lived.
"I was so scared, she fell sobbing to the neck. Severus put his arms around her back and felt like her trembling subsided gradually, and they finally broke away from him. He sat down carefully on the face with pain. His hand went to his belly, but the wound seemed to heal already.
Harry and Draco met with Conner, now showered and dressed in clean clothes, even a bit fitter, worked in.. "The dragon?" Severus asked anxiously. "Petrified," Draco assured him.
"I suppose they are still waiting for their explanation," said Severus, when he realized that Conner was still here. "Something like that," he confirmed this. "You must not exert yourself so," Hermione warned him, but she pushed Severus intended to side. "Well, the only thing I currently lack is a strong shot of whiskey," he said, and went into the living room.
All those present of the house had gathered around the large table in the kitchen and listened, eager to learn what had happened. "I had asked them to trust me when they found us, and that they did. Now I want to tell them everything I Wiess, "Severus said Conner after he had served the whiskey and a big gulp approved.
Conner also took a big gulp, leaving his opposite but not in the eyes.
"We are magicians," Severus began with the most obvious fact that Conner acceptance with a nod. Further evidence did not seem as necessary be. "We also come from the future," he continued, "We are caught in a magical storm that has not only destroyed our ship, but has also brought us through time to this place. We managed to figure out that this island was a former prison spell and there is only one way out of here. A portal in the magical forest, on Halloween at midnight, just open for a minute. "
" This is unbelievable, "marveled Conner," but after all I have seen so far of hair- and it filled me not difficult for the believe. "
Severus seemed amused and took another sip of whiskey. "You should also treat another," he said, and Conners glass filled again, "For the things that happen now, they'll need it."
The Scot looked surprised , but he did just that, he put the glass to his lips and took a big gulp. "The island is surrounded by some protective spells," said Severus continued, "One of them, they caused, as they crossed the magical barrier. It was Part of the punishment for the sorcerers of living on this island with no magic, it was erased any memories of magic from the consciousness of people crossing the barrier. Your ship - I have even seen the wreck - was a small ship, whose passengers were all wizards. They were on their way to America, but the storm in which they fall, it has led to this island. "
" Does that mean something, "Conner stood up from his seat and dared to do not, his thoughts aloud, but instead he saw the man asking the right at. Severus merely nods. "Yes it is. They are all wizards and there is a way to get from this island. "
" But you, you are still even come across the sea to the island. How can you remember her? "Said Conner was surprised. Severus thought for a moment, but there was only one explanation. "In our time it is no longer such protection spells," he said, "when we have made the leap in time, we must already have been behind the protective spell."
Conner nodded understandingly and slumped back on the chair. His face was open to the struggle within him, his eyes were empty, as he may see through the massive wooden table. In the kitchen there was silence, it was probably something else with eleven a letter from Hogwarts to get, than to learn who you really are and that the last twenty years have been a lie.
"You have to take with us," said Conner finally seriously, "I've always had this urgent feeling to come down from this island and I can admit it and does not want Brian and Mary spend the rest of her life need. "
" We will, "Severus promised him. Conner's face relaxed and it went a bit quiet one at the table. Enough rest, that they could short time later about their experiences in the magical forest. Some whiskey glasses and an exciting story later, Conner had said goodbye and they went to bed tired and exhausted.
Hermione and Severus were in their bedroom. She had closed the door and went up to him, as she raised her right hand and struck on his chest. Surprised, he intercepted her hand, the other as they rose again and struck him. "You damned stubborn ...", she began. He had also caught her other arm and looked puzzled half now, half amused at. For a moment she still resisted, they insisted, however, and led them into his arm.
shaking your body, which increased his grip on her and she finally had to be quiet. "I was so scared," she whispered. Severus loosened his grip and stroked her through her curly hair, which instantly gave off its fragrance.
To be continued ...
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