The Secret Relationship: The Angelic Witch and Draco Malfoy (Book 3)

A Map From Fred And George

It was late at night, Heroneka was laying next to Harry on his bed in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry and Heroneka there for the rest of the weekend.

"That was the second time you used your shield to save me during a Quidditch match," Harry mumbled.

Heroneka didn't say anything. She was still thinking about the voices she had heard right before she blacked out during the match.

"Show me your hand?" Harry raised himself slightly leaning over her, grabbed Heroneka's arm to look at it which she was hanging off the bed's edge on her side.

Heroneka didn't want to look at it, but Harry seemed very interested in it. He touched her fingers and the palm.

"So..." He mumbled. "Your body does things that can't be healed." A realisation had hit him.

Heroneka pulled her ugly burnt hand away from him, but Harry didn't let it go. He laid back his head on the pillow with a sigh and then kept holding her hand, pressing it on his chest.

"Harry" her voice was barely audible, as she finally pulled her injured hand away from him.

"Hmm?" Harry grabbed her left hand and rested it on his chest again.

"I saw a black dog on the stands. During the match." She said.

Harry didn't speak for almost a minute. Heroneka's hand was pressed against his chest and she could feel his heart hammering.

"I saw it too." He whispered. "Right before the Dementors showed up."

The wind was howling outside. Madam Pomfrey had settled a few candles a little away from their beds. The thought of Dementors had sacred them to the core. Neither of them wanted to sleep alone on their beds.

"I think, I heard your father," Heroneka mumbled.

Harry looked sideways at her. "My father?" He sounded confused. "I don't understand --"

"When the Dementors attacked me." She said. "After my shield left me and lunged to surround you, they were able to sense my presence... Because... --"

"You had no shields at all with you." He added. "You can use only one shield at a time. If you use it to protect someone else, you are left defenceless."

"Hmm" she looked sideways at him. "Then I heard my father yell... I think he was asking your father to hide us." She stared at Harry for a few moments. "He said, James... Hide the kids."

Harry wasn't wearing glasses. His green eyes reminded Heroneka of someone... They reminded her of a woman... Lily Potter. She now wondered if Gemma had ever met Lily Potter, Harry's mother. This feeling of knowing Harry's eyes might be from Gemma's memories.

"What else did you hear?" He asked.

"Your father yelled," she told him. "Asking my father to run -- but then... Something happened. I couldn't understand."

She didn't want to say that Heroneka had heard her father dying.

"I heard someone screaming too," Harry said softly. "I think it was my mother."

Heroneka fell asleep next to Harry, right on his bed and so did he. Early in the morning, they were awakened by the thunderstorms bursting the sky outside. But feeling weak and exhausted, they fell asleep again. Heroneka slept on her bed though, Madam Pomfrey wouldn't have approved of them sleeping together for sure.

The Gryffindor team visited again on Sunday morning, this time accompanied by Oliver, who told Harry (in a hollow, dead sort of voice) that he didn't blame him in the slightest. Ron and Hermione left Harry and Heroneka only at night.