What If (Drarry)

1. Lucy's Story

"Calm down, Hermione." said Ron, sitting down to their dining table. "They'll be here in a minute."

"But-" Hermione seemed as though she could start crying in any second. "But they haven't arrived back at the Ministry. I'm worried, Ron! Neither of them arrived. What if-"

"No. There's no 'what if'. You know Harry, just as well as I do. He can survive anything. He's strong. They'll be here in a minute."

But this time Ron didn't sound as confident as before. He chewed his lower lip and nervously glanced at the clock ticking with an annoying sound on the wall. It sounded like it just wanted to annoy Ron. Ticking as if saying 'I know what happened, but I won' t tell you'.

He shook his head to boundle off these thoughts. It was half past six in the afternoon. Harry and his team should have arrived back at the Ministry until four pm. But they didn't come. Ron and Hermione agreed to come home. 'Must happened something... may be they got into a fight or there were more Death Eaters than they'd expected. But nothing they couldn't deal with.'

So Ron brought the slightly nervous Hermione home. They cooked dinner together. Made the table for four, and talked about what would it be like when there will be no Death Eaters left.

Harry would come home. They would have a dinner together. Harry would tell them about his experiences so long that they wouldn't be able to follow anymore. And then they would have a bottle of Butterbear or Firewhisky. And late at night, when they would all get tired, both Ginny and Harry would Apparate home. Everybody would be delighted. Maybe the next day they would go to the Weasley's to celebrate.

Yeah, maybe they would. But what if-

Suddenly the fire in the fireplace became green, and a few seconds later Ginny fell out of it, coughing and spitting ash on the carpet under her.

"Ginny! Are you okay? Where's Harry? I thought you come together."

Ginny looked terrible. Her eyes puffy and bloodshot because of crying, her red hair messy and dirty with ash. She couldn't say a word so just handed a crumpled piece of parchment to her brother.

Ron took the letter and started to read with Hermione behind his shoulders.

"Lucy arrived back. She's in a terrible state. Something went wrong. Come to St. Mungo's.
Oliver Southwood, Head Auror"

"Bloody hell. Let's go!"

Hermione and Ginny didn't resist. They all got into the fireplace throw a handful of Floo Powder in it and shouted 'St. Mungo's'.

There was a bored witch sitting at the reception. She didn't even care to look up when Ron rushed to her table and started to shout.
"Where's Oliver Southwood? Is he here? And Harry Potter? Did anyone brought him here? Or just Lucy? Say something! Where is Lucy? What happened to her? And where is Harry-"

"Mr and Mrs Granger-Weasley? Ms Weasley" came a deep voice from the back.

Ron spun around to see a careworn Head Auror standing in the middle of a corridor behind them.

"Mr Southwood!" Hermione squealed. "What happened? Ginny showed us your letter. Has anybody else come back?"

Mr Southwood's gaze darkend. He glanced at the floor before he spoke.
"No one."

"What happened? Where is Harry? Do you know about him?" Ginny asked trembling.

Mr Southwood sighed. "Only Lucy came back. She got some nasty curses. Her limbs were broken, she'd might been tortured. She could hardly spoke. But-" the Auror inhaled deeply. "The Death Eaters won."