WILDFLOWER, hermione granger.

oooxv. all too well

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OOOXV. ALL TOO WELL
fifteen

        CRASH!

       THE TRIO JUMPED, STARTLED. IVY CURSED, nearly spilling the potions in the two cauldron. Sirius, panicking, waved his wand so the liquids went back to their respective cauldrons.

       "I'll go check," Ginny breathes out. "Ivy, stay here."

       Ivy's hands were trembling badly now that she's forced to decant the Angel's Trumpet Draught instead, checking over the Blood Replenishing Potion.

       Sirius and Ginny ran out, as Ivy took out a lot of phials to store the just about ready potion in.

       Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, and Ginny running down the steps by the back door as Hagrid, who had also collapsed on landing, clambered laboriously to his feet.

        "Harry? You are the real Harry? What happened? Where are the others?" Mrs. Weasley cried out as Sirius helped Harry up.

       "What d'you mean? Isn't anyone else back?" Harry panted. "Where's—Where's Ivy?"

       The answer was clearly etched in Mrs Weasley's pale face. "Ivy's upstairs," She breathes, at least relieved that one of the teenagers she considered as surrogate daughter was fine.

       "The Death Eaters were waiting for us," Harry told her, sagging against his godfather.

       Sirius was startled, alarmed. "Death Eaters?" Then it dawned on him, his eyes becoming dark. "Snivellus."

       "We were surrounded the moment we took off—they knew it was tonight—I don't know what happened to anyone else. Four of them chased us, it was all we could do to get away, and then Voldemort caught up with us—"

        Harry was painfully aware of the self-justifying note in his voice, the plea for her to understand why he did not know what had happened to her sons, but—

       "Thank goodness you're all right," Mrs. Weasley, who looked like she could cry, says as she pulled him into a hug.

       "Haven't go' any brandy, have yeh, Molly?" Hagrid inquires a little shakily. "Fer medicinal purposes?"

       Sirius let out a weak, bark-like laugh, "Don't mind if it's half a bottle, would you? Ivy and I had a little bit of fun with it to calm down."

        Harry turned to Ginny and she answered his unspoken plea for information at once. "Ron and Tonks should have been back first, but they missed their Portkey, it came back without them," she said, pointing at a rusty oilcan lying on the ground nearby. "And that one," she pointed at an ancient plimsoll, "should have been Dad and Fred's, they were supposed to be second. You and Hagrid were third and," she checked her watch, "if they made it, George and Lupin ought to be back in about a minute."

       "Ivy's been panicking upstairs," Sirius commented as Mrs. Weasley handed over the half-filled bottle of Brandy to Hagrid, sending him a scolding look for involving Ivy with the liquor. "Intuitive, that girl is."

      "Why wasn't she part of the guard?" Harry inquired, trying to gather his bearings.

      "You know how ambitious that wildflower is," Sirius remarked. "If she wants the Death Eaters dead, then... expect a death certificate coming for them next minute later."