No One Else (Sequel to Only You)

Safe From Harm

Before I pour on the antidote, I pull off Harry's pants low enough so I can see most of the injury. It's a lot worse than I thought.

I shakily hold the antidote and let a few drops drizzle from the top. Harry jolts his leg and his face grimaces.

"Hold on, Harry! Just a few more, okay?" I squeal, now feeling like the tears are biting at my eyes.

He nods and I guess that he can hear me. I pour a little bit more in and Harry yelps, reaching for something to grasp. He keeps reaching until he finds something, and I can feel it too. It's my hand. He grabs it firmly and pulls it up closer to my body, causing me to have to change positions.

I close the top on the Venom Antidote and look at the wound. It doesn't look better at all. If it wasn't such a horrible sight to begin with, I might have said that it actually looks worse, if at all possible. The blood is now leaking through the jacket that I gave him and onto the snow, so I really don't have another choice. I take my other shirt off and lay it beneath the now blood soaked jacket. Now all I'm left in is my purple tank top, which is leaving me freezing in the wind.

Harry pulls up his head, although his eyes are still closed and grimaces. He lets out a painful moan and despite my hands that are covered in his blood and pus, I reach up and touch his face.

"Shh. It's okay, Harry." The tears are now beating against my eyes and I use my elbow to wipe one away from my eye, but it only prompts for more to fall.

He slightly opens his eyes and then begins to breath heavily. "Cold..." He whispers.

"Your cold?" I huff, hoping that isn't want he said. But of course it is. I sling my bag over my shoulder and make sure both my jacket and my shirt are wrapped around his leg tightly. I then take the next warm thing off of me, which is my scarf, and tie it around his leg to stop the bleeding. I then grab his arm and help him stand up. He groans and moans and whines, but I can't help him much more than I already have. This wound is far worse than I could have imagined.

I wrap my arm around his waist and place his arm around my head. He isn't that heavy, but making sure that he doesn't fall is extremely hard for someone as small as I am. Harry lets out a blood curdling scream when I accidentally slip and cause him to put pressure on his leg, but he then uses his other arm to help close his lips so no one finds us.

"Sorry," I whisper in his ear, and his eyes are still closed.

As gently as I can, I lay Harry against a tree so that I can conjure a tent and maybe even put some protective shields up depending on how he is holding up.

I turn away from him, and even in the bitter silence I can still hear and feel my blood wrenched heart beating against my chest. I pick up my wand and take a deep breath.

Harry POV

My body aches, but more than anything, my scar once again feels like it is going to split my head into two pieces. My eyes open, but I feel much colder. I feel like I am not myself, I feel mean. I feel the urge to kill. I feel need to destroy, that is, anyone who gets in my way.

I am Lord Voldemort. I am his disgusting features. My high pitched voice lurks like the snake that is slithering around my body.

"The boy escaped, My Lord." The snake whispers.

I hiss. "Ah, Nagini. You are my most trusted companion of all. You have gotten the closest to destroying Harry Potter, but we need to find his weakness. His biggest weakness of all. He's now lost his headmaster, his trusted loyal companion, but now, I need to break him so all I have to do is find him and kill him.

Nagini's lips stretch and she chuckles. "The girl."

"What do you mean?" I snap. "What girl?"

"The girl that was found with him. The girl that saved him, from me," the snake hisses back. "One of the only reason Harry Potter is alive right now."

"We need to find her, and kill her. Then, we are a step closer to killing him."

"May I do the honors of disposing of the mudblood, sir?"

"No, Nagini. We must make her pay for her actions. Not even torture is enough."

Harry jolts forwards. Instantly he feels his mistake, he still has the gash in his leg.. It is wrapped in a black jacket and then a brown sweater, and then is being propped up by a purple and pink scarf. Harry smiles. Hermione.

Then he remembers his dream. Voldemort now is aware about how important Hermione is to Harry. Nagini was watching them the whole time, when Harry was mistaken and thought it was Bathilda Bagshot.

Harry then looks at the atmosphere. He is in a tent, but it is much smaller than the one that he and Ron and Hermione stayed in. There is a small fire going in the middle of the tent, and two beds. Harry was in one of them, but all he cared about at the moment was Hermione. He slid his feet forwards, and ignored the searing pain that was in his calf.

He put his first foot down on the wooden floor, then hesitated before gently placing his other foot down as well. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it was going to, but he knew it was going to hurt when he put all of his body pressure on it. He used one of the legs on the bed to hold him up. He struggled for a moment, like he was figure skating on frozen ice, and after about ten seconds, his leg gave out and he collapsed on the cold floor.

Instantly, Hermione came racing through the tent curtains, her wand in one hand and a book in the other. She spied Harry on the floor, a weak smile on his face. She shook her head and trudged towards him.

"You shouldn't be trying to stand up, Harry. You should rest." She says, leaning down to sit next to him. "Let's have a look at it, shall we?"

Her small fingers fumble at the tightly wrapped jacket and the sweater. Harry studies her features, her brown hair, her brown eyes, her pink, small lips, her cute little nose, her skinny body, her-

Harry's thoughts are cut short when Hermione removes the scarf from under his leg, and a blast of pain shoots through his body.

He glances at the wound. It looks like it has already healed, it just doesn't look appealing to behold at all. Hermione touches it, and Harry flinches.

"sorry," she says.

"I have a question, how did you do this?" Harry asks. . "How long have I been asleep? Where are we?"

"That's three questions, Harry." Hermione laughs. "I did this, with a bit of magic, and my undeniable wittiness. You've only been asleep for about two days, and we are in the Forest of Dean."

"Why?" Harry says.

"I used to come here with my parents. Wait until you see outside. It's beautiful, here. It's tragic though, if I brought my parents back here today, or right now, they wouldn't remember a thing about it. Not the falling snow that would stick to your cheeks until you moved, not the river that you could walk across with out it cracking, not even me, their own daughter that wiped their memories." Hermione's eyes are red, it was obvious that she was about to cry.

As always, Harry pulls her down to her chest and let's her cry on his shoulder. That is what he is. Her crying shoulder.