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A Broken Sunrise: Part Three

Alright dear poppets here is part three. Let me know what you think.
Again Harry/Ginny, PG-13, not mine, Jo rules etc etc...
Leave me a review I feel like dragon dung today and that would make me oh so happy.

Here are the links to Part One and Part Two

Part Three:

Pandemonium is a funny word, Ginny Weasley thought through a sleepless haze. It sounds like an animal at the zoo, not the chaos that surrounded her. Everything was a flurry around her. Madame Pomfrey was hurrying from bedside to bedside. Her father was trying to restrain her mother from smothering Ron and Hermione. Ron was pulling a sleeping Hermione to him, whispering something in her ear. Tonks had just screamed and was being hushed by Professor McGonagall. Kinsley was at the floo attempting to make calls to the rest of the Weasley family and members of the Order. Someone had just walked in the door. Ginny did not look up to see who it was; she kept her eyes focused on Harry’s even though his were closed. He was the only one in the room who did not seem to be moving.

Suddenly she was being pushed down into a chair next to the sofa where Harry was lying. Someone must have conjured it for her. McGonagall most likely, that was her area of expertise. Ginny was close enough to touch him, but she was afraid to break the stillness that seemed to surround him. She was afraid to grasp his hand and not have it close around her own, the way it had when Dumbledore had died. No, he needed her now, like he had needed her then. Her hand seemed to move out from her body of its own volition and slip beneath the still palm that was in front of her. Her fingers laced through Harry’s; she would hold on tight enough for the both of them.


Remus Lupin looked down at his mended arm and flexed it wearily; Madame Pomfrey had always known exactly what he needed. She was always there for him in the Shrieking Shack to mend him as best she could. There was a wry smile on Lupin’s face as he thought back to those days and the nurse’s questioning looks as his injuries became less and less frequent from his fifth year on. Of course there was that time he had worn a hoof print on his chest for two weeks. Lupin tore his eyes away from the still form of Harry Potter and looked down at the head of hair that was resting just under his chin.

“James and Sirius would have been so proud,” he mumbled into the shocking pink spikes. She had changed it the moment she saw him in the door way; she knew it was his favorite. Tonks nodded against him and murmured her ascent. “And Peter is dead.”

There were tears in his eyes and Lupin wasn’t sure why. Why should he mourn the passing of a traitor? Was he crying with joy that it was all over now, and that he and Tonks could begin living? Was it because he, the least worthy of the three, was the only one still here to see James and Lily’s son triumph? Why was he the only one who had made it through? Remus sank onto the floor taking Tonks with him. As she pulled his head into her lap and began stroking her fingers through his hair, Remus Lupin realized something: he didn’t care why.


Minerva McGonagall was making beds. She allowed herself a small chuckle as she turned down another duvet. It was a little known fact that she hated to make her own bed, and it had been a very long time since she had tucked sheets and fluffed pillows. The House Elves at Hogwarts always made sure of that. But she had felt like she, the Headmistress of Hogwarts, was in the way downstairs; and there was no way that she was going to let those children recover on camp beds. Children, no they were not children anymore she thought as she began to step backwards out of the room surveying her handiwork. She was, however, snapped out of her reverie by a snide voice.

“Making beds like a common House Elf, Headmistress? I would have thought such tasks beneath you.” Her head shot up with a more terse and familiar expression as she faced Phineas Nigellus’ portrait.

“They way in which I choose to fulfill my duties is none of your business, Phineas. And now, if you would be so kind, please inform Albus’ portrait that Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are here.” Minerva rose to her full height as she continued, “And that they are being well taken care of.”


“It’s been a long night,” Tonks yawned as she helped Remus up the stairs. She was still amazed at the way he chose to lean on her, to let her help him, when he had pushed her away for so long. They had the future now, though, they had so many nights of peace and joy to look forward to. “But it was the last of them wasn’t it?”

Remus glanced over at her as they reached the top of the stairs, his trademark wolfish grin breaking through the weariness and lines on his face. He used what little strength he had left to pull her to him. The action left him pinned against the wall with Tonks in front of him. Her arms slipped around him and she kissed him with more enthusiasm than she had felt was proper downstairs with others watching.

“I’ll remind you of that when it’s a full moon, the baby is crying, there is a toddler with a nightmare and you have to take care of them all on your own, because Daddy will be indisposed.” His voice was low and tickled her ears giving her a very improper feeling for the middle of the hall.

“Oh so we are having more than one are we?” Tonks teased kissing him again. Remus broke away and looked down at her. His eyes were sparkling with a joy she had never seen, one unhampered by what tomorrow might bring.

“A whole litter,” Remus growled against her throat; and Tonks proceeded to drag him down the hallway to his room.


Hermione realized first that she was in a bed: a big, soft, warm bed. She realized second that she was not alone. Thirdly, she realized that Ron was sleeping on his back, and therefore snoring. She thought for a second that was what had woken her, but soon remembered that she had become quite accustomed to the sound in her sleep. No, it was the noon sun coming through the windows that had brought her out of sleep. She turned to her side and winced, every muscle in her body seemed to hate her. She was wearing pajamas. That she did not remember. She looked over at Ron who seemed to be stirring. She felt a pang; she hadn’t meant to wake him by moving. But he merely rolled onto his side and slid a heavy arm over her waist. Hermione let out the breath that she was holding and felt her ribs ache as she reached up to brush the hair from Ron’s eyes.

“He is precious when he is sleeping,” the hushed voice caught Hermione off guard and she would have shot out of her own skin if her aching body would have let her. She rolled over to face the window. “Of course,” Mrs. Weasley continued as she pulled back the curtains on the second window, “even Fred and George seem precious when they are sleeping.” Hermione just stared at her boyfriend’s mother as the older woman bustled over to the bedside.

“Mrs. Weasley, I uh, um how did we, I mean I get up here?” Hermione was looking frantically around as Ron tried in his sleep to move his hand up her stomach toward her chest. The young witch hastily pushed the wandering hand back down to her waist as she attempted to sit up.

“Oh we brought you upstairs after Madame Pomfrey got a good look at you, dear. You are both going to be fine. She said that you just need some rest and time to let the potions and spells work. Ron was still awake when we moved you. He wanted to carry you himself, but that was out of the question with two recently broken legs.” Molly smiled at her and Hermione was trying to understand why the woman was so calm. “Don’t worry dear,” Molly lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone, “we made him wait outside while Madame Pomfrey and I got you into those pajamas.”

Hermione flushed deep red and nodded mutely at Mrs. Weasley’s query as to if she would wake Ron up so they could both eat some lunch.


“Fred and George will be here as soon as they get Lee in to mind the store for them,” Arthur said as he arranged soup, bread and pumpkin juice on trays in the kitchen. He smiled at the disapproving look on his wife’s face. “Now Molly, you can’t expect them to just close up shop on a day when there is so much to celebrate. They have been stock piling those fireworks of theirs for a year now, just in anticipation of this very day.”

“But this is family, Arthur!” Mr. Weasley was sure that his dear Mollywobbles would have been working up a grand temper if she was not so near exhaustion. He pulled her close to him and kissed her forehead that was wrinkled in frustration. The lines eased under Arhtur’s lips as they had for more than thirty years. Molly had done so much and held up her resolve this morning. She had seen her daughter weeping at Harry’s bedside for hours, not to mention the fact that she had put her youngest son in a bed with his girlfriend. She had taken that admirably well, Arthur thought. Molly was the best mother he could have chosen for his children, and the best part of his life aside from them. The twins were just the easiest for her to vent her frustrations on; that was just a variation of ‘normal’ in the Weasley household.

“They will be here as soon as they can dear. They know that Ron and Hermione are fine. And, Harry,” Arthur swallowed and pulled his wife closer to him. “Harry will wake up soon.”


“Thanks Professor McGonagall,” Ron said as he sat up in bed and took one of the lunch trays from her hands. Hermione had informed him that his mother had woken her up, and if she had blushed at that, it was nothing compared to the look on her face when Professor McGonagall had arrived with their lunch. There was a mumbled ‘thanks’ from under the covers next to him, as Ron sat the second tray down where he assumed Hermione’s lap would be.

“You are no longer my student, Ronald.” Ron grinned as he saw that calling him by his first name was not an easy task for his former professor. “You may call me Minerva. I would like to think that I am on a first name basis with those who have finally brought this war to an end.” As she looked at him, Ron thought that he saw a smile threatening on Minerva’s lips. “But Minnie is out of the question.”

There was a snort of laughter from Hermione’s covered head and she finally emerged from her hiding place. Ron was chuckling as well, though he wasn’t sure which was funnier, McGonagall going by Minnie, or Hermione laughing at a professor.

“How’s Harry?” Hermione asked, her face now merely a light shade of pink. Ron smiled at her as she attempted to begin eating her lunch in a composed manner, but he quickly returned his eyes to Minerva as she began speaking.

“Poppy, Madam Pomfrey, has mended his broken bones, and he had several. She has done everything that she could to make him comfortable. He is sleeping in the next room. Your sister is keeping an eye on him, Ronald.” The name came off her lips a bit easier this time, Ron noted as he listened intently. “Poppy has consulted with a trusted Healer at St. Mungo’s and they have decided against giving him any Dreamless Sleep Draught. The Healers and Madame Pomfrey think that it would be best for his, um, mental state if he is able to dream and wake on his own. Physically he is fine, there is nothing wrong with him, but he is still sleeping.” McGonagall reached out for the door. “As much as you may want to see him, Poppy said that you are to,” their former professor was doing a bad job of hiding a smirk, “stay in bed until she is sure that you are both well.” Ron felt Hermione shrinking again beside him and he smiled. Harry would be okay; Harry was always okay.


Someone was screaming, the tortured screams of death and dying. His head felt as if it were going to explode. There was so much light he was nearly blind. Where was the screaming coming from? Was it his? Was it out side of him? Both, there were two people screaming now. He clenched his hands trying to ball them into fists, to somehow relieve the excruciating pain. There was something to hold on to. There was a small warm hand in his. Had it always been there? He had thought he was alone. Now there was someone to grasp hold of. There was a warm soft link to life in his hand. He knew that link, that comfort. The pressure started to ebb as he clung to her and he could smell flowers.


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 9th, 2005 02:49 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I was worried that you were going to string us along for another chapter without knowing whether Harry was going to make it at all...

Another wonderful installment... though do wizards have trademarks? ;-)

I love that McGonagall considers it an honor to be able to call the trio by their first names!

Oh--and how many more chapters?
Nov. 9th, 2005 02:54 am (UTC)
At least one maybe two depends on where every one is at the end of the next part. I am sorely tempted to leave them all in bed LOL They deserve the rest don't you think??
Nov. 9th, 2005 03:13 am (UTC)

It took me a bit to figure out that Ron and Hermione were in bed together. Very cute!
Nov. 9th, 2005 03:17 am (UTC)
Oh--and I too loved the last paragraph. Very economical, very lovely, and it ties in beautifully with the rest of the fic, and with canon!
Nov. 9th, 2005 03:19 am (UTC)
but would they be getting any rest, now that's the question, isn't it?
*realizes that dorm-mates have suceeded in stated corruption quest*
Nov. 9th, 2005 11:42 pm (UTC)
Why not! I certainly think they've earned it! :-)

Though how much rest they'd get...
Nov. 9th, 2005 04:34 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I was worried that you were going to string us along for another chapter without knowing whether Harry was going to make it at all...

Yeah, what he said.

Good chapter. I was especially amused by Ron's wandering hand.
Nov. 9th, 2005 02:18 pm (UTC)
Oh good I am glad that came across well. I wasn't sure if what I saw in my head came out right. But yes I chuckled myself the whole time I was writing that.
Nov. 9th, 2005 03:13 am (UTC)
Lovely my dear! I loves it all, but the last paragraph particularly! Her little gesture and yet it means SO SO much to Harry! Brilliant! ;) Can't wait for more! ;)
Nov. 9th, 2005 01:56 pm (UTC)
"It was a little known fact that she hated to make her own bed,"
This is a real nice blend of hesitant excitement. They must be exhausted and there is something familiar about being stuck in bed that seems right

Good chapter. (And its a universe now so you must push on ...LOL)
Nov. 9th, 2005 02:20 pm (UTC)
Oh glad you liked that. It is always so interesting when everyone picks out a different piece to comment on. I guess that means that I am doing things right if there is more than one sentence that sticks out for everyone.

Don't worry I am doing my best to forge ahead despite the having to deal with Muggles and go to work and all that silliness.
Nov. 14th, 2005 05:22 am (UTC)
Fantastic story!
Glad I found it when we were in part three so I knew everyone was all together.

BTW, I could just kiss you for giving us a chance to read the letter Harry wrote to Ginny in the first chapter and also for the little burst of humor/embarrassment with Hermione and Mrs. Weasley as well as Hermione and Minerva (not Minnie) :)
Nov. 14th, 2005 02:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Fantastic story!
Awe thanks those were actually two of my foavorite parts to write, but for very different reasons.
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