Escape | G | by thesteppyone
Author: thesteppyone
Prompt: Escape
Words: 100 words, 6 drabbles. So 600! (Yes, I may have got slightly carried away!)
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst from start to finish!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, I am merely playing with them. I shall return them when I'm done.
Author's Note:
Escape
---
She was panicking. Absolutely and Completely.
She was on her own, in the depths of the Ministry, pretending to be someone she had no idea about, and sitting next to a woman who she despised with a passion.
Not only that, she was watching what would have happened to her, had she not managed to escape the Burrow with Ron and Harry.
It physically hurt her to watch the hearings, but she couldn't react.
And then it happened. She saw the locket.
And Harry did what Harry does best.
Caused chaos.
Then she just prayed to God they could escape.
---
After all that they had been through, and with all they still had to do, he had left.
She couldn't stop calling him, or searching through the dark for any hint that he had come back.
She didn't care that the last thing she should be doing was wandering around in the dark, as soon as she went back into that tent, it was over.
She had no escape from the pain, and the fear. He'd been her way of seeing through all this, he had kept her focused on what they had to achieve.
And now he was gone.
---
He would get her out of this.
He would. He had to.
He'd told himself he'd be there for both of them and protect them until the end.
But she was going to die if he didn't do what he was told.
The knife was at her neck and he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Then the weird noise, then the crash and his Hermione was unconscious.
He ran to her, picked her up in his arms and apparated away.
He couldn't think about the others, Hermione overtook his thoughts completely.
He was her escape.
And she was his.
---
She was conflicted, oh so conflicted. But it had been that way for months now.
So many times she had just wanted to turn around and run to safety. But that thought was laughable in itself. Nowhere was safe.
Yet again she was ignoring her instincts that were shouting, screaming, begging her to turn around and get as far away from here as possible.
But, as with all the other times, she ignored the uncomfortable ache in her stomach and kept walking forwards.
Towards danger, towards familiarity, to one step closer to the end.
The unknown end.
Escape? Also laughable.
---
He needed her to understand, needed her to know why he had left them. It was selfish and cruel, but if she went through what he'd been through, she might be able to forgive him for behaving the way he did.
If she was faced with her own insecurities and bad thoughts, then she might understand.
He had to make her understand why. He wasn't looking for forgiveness, just understanding.
'I think you should, Hermione. Right of passage, you know?'
She looked at the cup and nodded.
He took a deep breath, hoping this was an escape from his guilt.
---
It was over. There was no escape.
They had won and now all that was left was for them to die.
Harry's body was lying on the ground. For whatever reason, he had walked into the forest and sacrificed himself. They couldn't take it in, wouldn't let themselves see what was, literally, lying in front of them.
They would carry on fighting, of course they would, they wouldn't die without a fight.
But then what?
Torture? Watching people be executed? A painful and drawn out death.
Yes they would fight, of course they would.
But really, there was no escape.
Prompt: Escape
Words: 100 words, 6 drabbles. So 600! (Yes, I may have got slightly carried away!)
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst from start to finish!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, I am merely playing with them. I shall return them when I'm done.
Author's Note:
Escape
---
She was panicking. Absolutely and Completely.
She was on her own, in the depths of the Ministry, pretending to be someone she had no idea about, and sitting next to a woman who she despised with a passion.
Not only that, she was watching what would have happened to her, had she not managed to escape the Burrow with Ron and Harry.
It physically hurt her to watch the hearings, but she couldn't react.
And then it happened. She saw the locket.
And Harry did what Harry does best.
Caused chaos.
Then she just prayed to God they could escape.
---
After all that they had been through, and with all they still had to do, he had left.
She couldn't stop calling him, or searching through the dark for any hint that he had come back.
She didn't care that the last thing she should be doing was wandering around in the dark, as soon as she went back into that tent, it was over.
She had no escape from the pain, and the fear. He'd been her way of seeing through all this, he had kept her focused on what they had to achieve.
And now he was gone.
---
He would get her out of this.
He would. He had to.
He'd told himself he'd be there for both of them and protect them until the end.
But she was going to die if he didn't do what he was told.
The knife was at her neck and he couldn't take his eyes off it.
Then the weird noise, then the crash and his Hermione was unconscious.
He ran to her, picked her up in his arms and apparated away.
He couldn't think about the others, Hermione overtook his thoughts completely.
He was her escape.
And she was his.
---
She was conflicted, oh so conflicted. But it had been that way for months now.
So many times she had just wanted to turn around and run to safety. But that thought was laughable in itself. Nowhere was safe.
Yet again she was ignoring her instincts that were shouting, screaming, begging her to turn around and get as far away from here as possible.
But, as with all the other times, she ignored the uncomfortable ache in her stomach and kept walking forwards.
Towards danger, towards familiarity, to one step closer to the end.
The unknown end.
Escape? Also laughable.
---
He needed her to understand, needed her to know why he had left them. It was selfish and cruel, but if she went through what he'd been through, she might be able to forgive him for behaving the way he did.
If she was faced with her own insecurities and bad thoughts, then she might understand.
He had to make her understand why. He wasn't looking for forgiveness, just understanding.
'I think you should, Hermione. Right of passage, you know?'
She looked at the cup and nodded.
He took a deep breath, hoping this was an escape from his guilt.
---
It was over. There was no escape.
They had won and now all that was left was for them to die.
Harry's body was lying on the ground. For whatever reason, he had walked into the forest and sacrificed himself. They couldn't take it in, wouldn't let themselves see what was, literally, lying in front of them.
They would carry on fighting, of course they would, they wouldn't die without a fight.
But then what?
Torture? Watching people be executed? A painful and drawn out death.
Yes they would fight, of course they would.
But really, there was no escape.