Rating:
PG
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Harry Potter Hermione Granger
Genres:
Drama
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban
Stats:
Published: 05/21/2004
Updated: 05/21/2004
Words: 1,433
Chapters: 1
Hits: 372

Don't Give Up

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Story Summary:
This song-fic takes place during POA. The dementors are attacking Harry and Hermione. What was Harry thinking? Song is property of the Pat Mcgee band, from the album "Save Me."

Posted:
05/21/2004
Hits:
372

Don't Give Up

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"We've got to save Sirius!"

How could things go so bad so fast? Minutes ago, we were going up to the castle to clear my godfather's name and now it's up to Hermione and I to save his life. Pettigrew got away, and Professor Lupin is off somewhere in the forest being a werewolf. Why do these things keep happening to me? All I wanted was to be with Sirius, someone who actually cared about me, and now I don't even know if he's still alive. From the sound of his screams, he is definitely in great pain. I can feel the familiar grip of despair coming on me; the Dementors must be close by. They must be attacking Sirius!

My god, there must be a hundred of them! I didn't even know this many existed. What dark corner of hell could produce so many? The resonation of their evil makes everything seem darker than he blackest night. I must act though, or Sirius will be given the kiss. They've got Hermione as well! I cannot allow the two people I care about most in the world to have their souls stolen because of me. I don't see how one thirteen year old boy can stand against an army of Dementors, but I must try. God, help me!

What if I was wrong?

Were you right?

You strung me out so long

I won't fight

Our innocence is gone

It's time for moving on

And still I wonder

How am I supposed to think of anything happy in a situation like this? I can feel the Dementors seeking to destroy me. Hermione, I must think of saving Hermione. She's so important to me. I never would have imagined it when I first met her. Ron and I both thought she was so bossy when we met her on our first trip to Hogwarts. Looking back, we were probably too hard on her; she couldn't help the fact that she was smarter than we were. And it sure as hell came in handy later on. If it weren't for her, we would never have been able to rescue the Sorcerer's Stone from Voldemort.

We made a good team even then. I would have never been able to do all that stuff on my own. It took Ron's knowledge of strategy, and your intelligence to get me in position to have that standoff with him. When it was all over, a lot of wizards and witches believed that the threat of Voldemort was over. I didn't, and I know you didn't either. We've been on the alert ever since. I can't imagine doing this without you. We have to get through this. I need you, Hermione. You have to hold on for me.

And when there's something more

Oh, I'll know

I'm not afraid to say

Let go

I'm starting to believe

What if I could be?

What if I could...?

Somebody wait, somebody stay

You won't open up your eyes

Somebody wait, give me a chance

And I'll open up your eyes

Don't give up

Don't give up

I nearly lost you last year. The whole school thought I was the heir of Slytherin, because I could talk to snakes. And then I started hearing voices nobody else could, and yet you stayed by my side. You and Ron were the only friends I had. People started getting attacked, and a lot of fingers were pointing my way. You believed I was innocent, and I knew that everything would be all right, as long as I had you. And then you got petrified. For the first time since I'd arrived at Hogwarts, I didn't have you with me. I still had Ron, but it just wasn't the same somehow. Without you, I felt like a part of me was missing.

In the end, I had to fight Voldemort by myself, again. Last year, you had given me words of encouragement before I had to fight him, I would have given anything for that again. Instead, I concentrated on saving Ginny. Voldemort had manipulated Ginny into luring me into the Chamber of Secrets, so that he could gain his revenge on me. He didn't care that Ginny would also be killed, or anyone else that might get in his way. I knew he was responsible for your being petrified, and I wanted him to pay, dearly. I managed to kill the Basilisk, and to erase the memory of Tom Riddle. I had now cheated death three times. I didn't think about all that though, I was just relieved to see that you were ok, and that you were no longer petrified. I knew that we would all be called upon again to fight the evil of Voldemort. It would only be a matter of time.

And if I saw the world

Through your eyes

I wonder would it end this time

You're never really sure

But you'll never be alone

Somebody wait, somebody stay

You won't open up your eyes

Somebody wait, give me a chance

And I'll open up your eyes

Somebody wait, somebody stay

You don't have to tell me why

Just don't give up

I was too wrapped up in my own life to think of anyone else when this year started. When I ran away from the Dursleys', I didn't know if I'd ever see you, or Ron, again. I don't know what I was planning to do after I got to Diagon Alley, but that turned out not to matter; Fudge seemed to know I was coming. I didn't know that the Ministry believed that Sirius was trying to kill me. It wouldn't have made any difference though; I was used to people trying to kill me. I would have been more surprised if there was someone who wanted to save me. I felt like I didn't belong anywhere, and I wasn't sure I wanted to belong. You and Ron made me see sense. I couldn't have made it without you, as usual.

Professor Lupin told me that the best way to ward off Dementors was by concentrating on the happiest thought you could think of. I couldn't think of anything before, but I can now. It's you, Hermione. You're the constant in the variables in my life. You helped me fit into the magical world. You encouraged me to save the Sorcerer's Stone. You told me it was a Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. You risked your life to help me save Sirius. I have to defeat these Dementors now. You've never given up, and neither will I.

Time has been racing away from me

Where do I stand?

I'm scared of us falling

I'll never let go of your hand

My head starts to spin

I'm surrounded by reasons

I don't understand

Once again

Somebody wait, somebody stay

You won't open up your eyes

Somebody wait, give me a chance

And I'll open up your eyes

Somebody wait, somebody stay

You don't have to be alone

Somebody wait, somebody stay

You won't open up your eyes

Don't give up

"Expecto Patronum!"

"Expecto Patronum!"

I keep yelling the words, but I can't seem to make the spell work. My entire body is shaking; I won't be able to stand it much longer. I can see the Dementors make their way towards you and Sirius, and I know that they'll be upon me soon. The silver smoke I can produce is merely an aggravation to them. They are enjoying seeing me struggle; they know I can't fight them off much longer. I can feel my legs giving way, the ground seems to be rising up to meet me.

This can't be how it ends for us, who will fight Voldemort now? I can accept my own death, at last I'll be with my parents, but you shouldn't even be here. Please god, save Hermione. It's not her fault that she placed her faith in me. Sirius is probably already dead. I can stop fighting now, and let the darkness wash over me. Wait, I can see something approaching. It looks like some kind of vast specter. Could it be a Patronus? Where could it have come from? I can see it returning to someone. They look familiar, somehow. I can't stay awake any longer. Maybe god heard me after all. Hold on Hermione, please don't give up.

The world flies by

I'm standing still

Scared to be alone

I've lost control

I know I'm falling

But I won't give up

I won't give up


Author notes: I thought thirteen was a little too young for a love story, but you can see Harry coming around. More angst to come though, don't worry. For now, I am going to give you a treat. I'm going on vacation for the next week, so no more depressing stuff from me...for a while. Yes, I'm taking a sack of sickles to Las vegas and hope to turn it into galleons. Someone will need to feed my owl while I'm away. He answers to the name of Kerouac, and has a fondness for benzedrine. I'm taking my FA notebook along though, so be prepared for a story involving sin city. Wish me luck! Next up: A break from the usual Harry/Hermione stuff. What happens when another pair try to get together? Wait and see, it's not who you would expect!