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start a new phase: State mental scenes Part I

First of all ... I have a horrible obsession with blue text XDDD. But LJ does not want it, so who cares!

At first I wanted to make this LJ a link to my flicks, only. Leaving this increasingly stay deep in the LJ. Now, if someone teaches me how to make a link to that section (I hope no later than 15 days to update while I'm fighting to restore the broken links) to not allow entry of the flicks that are lost, will have my eternal gratitude.

Now, what I will.'m Not lying when I say that I have thousands of scenes stuck in my mind, whatever, and what is .. now my mind is folded Harry and Hermione, but with the face of Daniel and Emma. I can not help it. Mucha Movie Warner has stunned me that they no longer differentiate Harry Daniel .

scenes here I put them in a FICT in the future. If this sounds familiar, it is here that have read it.

Scene 01: Fict
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last thing he remembered was the spell was falling and then giving it back. That explained the pain in the neck but still could not link it to the chest. Perhaps the curse hit him there. But That explains the bandages on his arms? Why was a bitter taste in the mouth? Why everything was so blurry and I felt there was too much light? "She was still alive or was stuck in limbo?

felt his lips moving, his mind gave the order to pronounce the first word that came to mind, but her voice barely out of his throat.

- Hermione! Good heavens! Do not strain yourself! I'll get someone! - Desperate and quickly whispered the young

Hermione had smiled in other circumstances to see the freckled face of his friend in total despair when she thought no need help. With all the strength and speed he could, raised his hand, managed to capture the old red sweater Molly Weasley had knitted him a few summers ago and now he had a little small.

Ron frowned as he read with difficulty moving Hermione's lips, and when he could understand his insistent word, his face paled to freckles.

- Do not ask me why not now ... You have to be good, let me go by someone - was justified in a low voice, clenching his fists redhead and diverting his eyes. Seemed not to make the slightest effort to let go not because he could, but he feared to break him of his bandaged wrist friend by pulling sharply.

- H. .. ha ... rrrry ... - Hermione could say more consistently but dropped his voice unrecognizable even to herself.

Ron ran a hand over his face, pulling away slightly from Hermione, without much effort and surrounded the young half-hearted sigh in transit. He took her hand to her friend and spoke in whispers, as it has done since she opened her eyes.

- Quiet, please .. do not fret -

He released her hand and turned away from her. Hermione could not see well, to try to approach it hurt her neck want to turn your head and unconsciously Ron was furious with him for not putting aware of the situation. Heard a sound of wheels dragging a heavy weight. Hermione was about to protest, taking voice where they had not, when Ron came back to hold her hand. If she were to secure re-established forces that would have irritated his hand pounding.

Then Hermione felt a warmth under your own palm, something strange when Ron had left his hand and nervously went over the red hair, messy as never before in its existence.

how to analyze, Ron stared at her a moment and realized she could not see the whole rather than by the corner of my eye and still seemed to strike him down. He approached her and raised a little while settling a pillow in the back.

- Let me know if it hurts - Ron muttered, scratching his neck as a sign of tension.

Hermione was going to say he did not want to get comfortable but he let go of information on Harry at that moment. But did not leave his throat He was not even a weak sound while imprisoned his hand on impulse if you wrist ache in the process.

And indeed hurt. That

distress spread throughout his body, externalized in large tears they soaked in thousandths of seconds off his injured face.

- Wake up for brief periods - said Ron fearful, aching every word - find them both in the ruins of the mansion ...- Ron stopped his words, perhaps feeling a little guilty that his friend began to move restlessly.

- Ron ... Hermione woke Already? - Harry muttered weakly with eyes still closed, making a great effort to open her eyelids.

- Yes, my friend - said Ron, smiling a bit bitter and happy at the same time give a different answer. If only two were good.

Harry smiled, though it hurt him physically. Hermione turned her head, opening with heavy eyelids, breathing and clenched teeth agitation for each breath. A soft click

indicated to the two young men who were alone.

- I can not distinguish yourself, you look so blurred - Harry murmured extending his right hand to the face of Hermione and gently stroking him, her green eyes shone brightly and was visible by the absence of her glasses. His chest rose and fell with awesome speed - You'll be fine. Quiet, I restored -

Hermione imprisoned his hand over it, clinging to power.

- well - Harry repeated, as if that was what kept him alive - I'll protect you, wherever I meet -

smiled again, more weakly than before, while his hand slowly down her face, outlining the shape of your face, tracing the path down her neck to the collarbone, was when the forces left him and dropped his hand the space between them. Harry's eyes closed, against his will because he frowned, trying not stop watching, and being beaten by her physical weakness. End scene

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