Harry Potter and the Blood Risen Moon (Completed)

Chapter 30: What's To Come? (Completed)

Hermione sat next to Harry's bedside. He'd been moved to the hospital wing after the fight was over. She refused to leave his side. He needed her, she knew that by the way he had looked at her. His eyes had held a different emotion in them, one she hadn't seen before, and in that moment where their gazes met she didn't know who he was.

He had been so scared of becoming a monster that she feared he'd let everything go to win this war. She couldn't forget the howl he'd released. It was like he was releasing his humanity. Her cheeks were tear stained and her eyes red and puffy. She simply sat there and prayed that her Harry would be the one to wake up.

Everyone downstairs was celebrating and mourning the loss of the warriors who had fallen. Neville had died while protecting a fellow student. Colin, Lee, and Padma had all fallen at the hands of evil. Even Draco had fallen but the curse he was hit with hadn't killed him. Draco suffered the worst fate but at least he was alive. Ginny was so grateful that he was still alive. Draco's legs had been blown off.

Remus, Snape, Tonks, and McGonagall had moved the dead to be prepared for burial. The Great Hall had been cleaned back to perfection. Voldemort's body had been destroyed properly according to Snape. The war was over and the losses were counted. Few Death Eaters escaped but the Order would hunt them down in time.

The outside world knew of Harry's success and reporters were showing up with camera men to get pictures and their story. Partying was happening everywhere. The war was over and the boy who lived was now known as the man who conquered evil.

The only ones not celebrating were Ginny and Hermione. They refused to leave the sides of their men. Remus and Tonks had stayed by Hermione's side but she insisted they go and celebrate. When Harry woke up they'd be the first to know and they would join in on the celebration.

A week after the event, people still partied and rejoiced. No one was living in fear. The reaming Death Eaters were in hiding. Werewolves were nearly extinct…well the evil ones. Draco had woken and gone home with Ginny and the Weasley's. They were going to help him get better. Hermione was happy that Ginny had Draco back. Her red haired friend had been so heart broken and was looking worse for the wear. She was pretty sure she didn't look any better.

Many would come and visit her and Harry but he still hadn't woken up. They figured he was in a mental battle to gain control over his body again. Remus had explained that Harry had let go of his control to let the monster out so he'd have the strength to defeat Voldemort. Now it was only a matter of time to see if her Harry would win out and return to her. If not the wolf would gain control and a darker Harry would walk in their world. Basically they were waiting to see if a good Harry would wake up or a bad Harry.

Hermione wanted nothing more than for her Harry to wake up. To hold her in his arms and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. To assure her that he would never leave her again and they can have the life they dreamed of. The waiting was killing her. She sat there day and night simply praying and never letting his hand go.

His body jerked and spasmed on the bed. He let out a grown and then a growl. Hermione jumped to his side. It had been weeks and this was the first sign of movement. He thrashed and kicked. She dodged and kept out of the way of his jerks. He wouldn't be aware if he hurt her.

He continued to growl and moan. She broke down into sobs. She couldn't do anything. Harry was battling for control and she didn't know who was winning. The nurse ran out and was equally as helpful. Nothing could be done but wait to see which Harry woke up. Remus was called and he and Tonks arrived moments later.

Minutes passed and finally his movements stopped. She could feel her heartbeat stop as she waited to see if his eyes opened. If he smiled to her with love and compassion. Finally, after what seemed like forever he opened his eyes.

"Harry?" She spoke first, her voice cracked.

He looked to her and she could see the still raging battle going on inside of him.

"Hermione," He answered.

His eyes softened along with his facial features. He looked pleased to see her. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him. He returned her hug, wrapping his arms around her and not letting her go.

He looked around the room and noticed who else stood there. His gaze hardened as he stared everyone down. Remus moved to step forward but when their eyes connected Remus stepped back and literally seemed frightened. If he had a tail it would have been tucked between his legs. Tonks equally felt wary and pulled Remus out of the room along with Madam Promfery.

"What is it Remus?" Tonks asked.

"He's not the same Harry. He's an alpha male now. A powerful werewolf," Remus answered not making eye contact with anyone.

"But he seems fine. He didn't hurt Hermione like we thought he would," Tonks said.

"That's because she's his mate. To hurt her would kill him. He'll be the same Harry to her cause she holds his heart and soul. They are literally soul mates. But when she's not around to keep him in check, then we must be worried," Remus said.

"So what do we do?" Madam Promfery asked.

"We stand by and wait. Only time will tell," Remus said.

Hermione pulled back for air after taking hold of Harry's face and showing him how much she missed and loved him. He let out a small moan from her lack of contact. He missed her kisses.

"I love you Harry," She said.

He rested his forehead against hers and let out a deep breath.

"I love you. I'm never letting you go," He said.

She smiled and ran her fingers through his thick locks of hair, "I just want to take you home and not let you out of my sight."

"That won't be a problem cause I'm never leaving your side again. Now that the war is over, we have the rest of our lives to live in peace. I want to spend the rest of my life with you," He said his voice husky from the lack of use of the last few weeks. To Hermione it was incredibly sexy.

"What are you saying?" She asked pulling back to look into his eyes.

It was Harry's eyes, his soul, that familiar comfort she got when gazing into those brilliant orbs of his.

"Hermione Jane Granger, will you marry me?" He asked.

Her breath caught and a huge smile formed on her face.

"Yes, Harry, I'll marry you," She answered.

He smiled for the first time in forever. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. Their future laid ahead of them and to Hermione it was a bright future.

The End