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Waking up	By : Pegasus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13
There was light. White light. And nothing else. She hurt. But she could not locate where. She should move and see where she hurt. But somehow nothing moved. She felt pressure. She remembered feeling safe. And warm. She remembered a smell. Sandalwood … and something else, something dusty and not much used. She remembered feeling a fabrique pressed against her cheek. Warm and not too coarse but not soft either. And she remembered his voice… so low and rumbling in his chest when he spoke and tried to comfort her. Then there had been lots of noise and he had suddenly spoken differently. But she could still feel the vibrations of his voice. He must have held her in his arms. And then she was put down on a hard surface. And then… nothing. She couldn’t remember more. Now white light. Where was she? She really should open her eyes. But somehow every thought seemed to slip from her mind's grasp as soon as she had spoken it and somehow it never seemed to matter. Why did it not matter? Seeing was important… or was it not? Ahh… there was a ceiling. Nothing she recognised. Where was she? Strange colour… and where was she? Had she just had that thought before? Her had felt strange. Left
hand? Yes, definitely her left hand...it felt strange. Like… like… like what? Oh yeah..like a weight was on it. She should lift her head and check her hand. This ceiling… she didn’t recognise it. There was a weight on her left hand. She turned her head. No problem at all. There was someone sleeping with his forehead on her arm. Weird. Someone with strange, plain, brown hair… long hair. Whom did she know with that colour hair?
She was definitely not at home. Where was Sam? Didn’t he say he would take her to a hospital to be treated? What else did he say? So much… and she was now married to him! She smiled. She was married to him. How very weird. But she was happy about it. She really didn’t recognise this hair. Maybe she could draw her hand out from under him. But what if she’d wake him? She would just try to be gentle.
Wow, she couldn’t move. No, no, no, no. This can’t be right. She should be able to move. She had had no trouble with her hands. Come on! Move!
There, that was better. She could feel the fabric under her hand slide by. Only a fraction, but it did move. There was a grunt. Maybe she should wait til he was asleep again. But this was more important. She needed to know she could still move. She tried again. His head shot up like he had been hit by lightning and a pair of unrecognisable brown eyes looked at her. First there was alarm, then recognition and then concern passing over the stranger’s face.
“You’re awake. How are you?”
She hesitated.
“I’m… fine.” Her voice felt strange and raspy, he jumped immediately to fetch her a glass of water.
She felt too tired to try and sit up so she only tried raising her head to drink. Even that felt an impossible task. But the stranger assisted her without a second thought.
“Should I know you?” She asked after a few sips of delicious water.
“It’s me, Sam. Don’t you remember me?” A fleeting impression of pain crossed his face which was quickly replaced by concern.
“Sam? But my Sam looks different, not like you at all.”
He smiled at that. A broad genuine and pleasant smile.
“Don’t you remember? I told you I would change my appearance a bit. It’s better that way.”
“So what is this? A silicon mask?”
Now there it was. How was he going to answer this? He knew that many muggles reacted with fear to his kind, with revulsion and rejection. And that was the last thing he wanted to see on his wife’s face, even if this marriage was just a scam. But the marriage was the legitimization to be told about the magical community. And he wasn’t sure he could keep it from her, she was sharp and would not easily be mislead. And she was also Christian. There was a big, fat chance that she would consider him fit for the pyre once she knew about all of this. He needed to come up with something and until then he needed to buy time.
“Listen, you will see things and experience things that you would not have considered possible. This place is like nothing you will ever have seen before. Things here are done differently and work differently. You must not expect to see anything familiar. And you must promise me not to ask any questions about it.”
“Why?”
“That would be a question.”
“But I haven’t promised yet not to ask you any questions.”
That brought another smile to his face.
“No, but you will, please, promise me that.”
“Why would I do that?”
He looked down at his hands. He felt shabby for playing it like this but didn’t know what else to do at the moment.
“Because you will live, but only because I brought you here. And in return I only ask this little thing of you: don’t ask questions.”
She was astonished he would say such a thing. In her books, when you offered to do something for someone you didn’t ask anything in return. But she would have to have faith. She was still alive and she was feeling reasonably well. So if he did save her live, what reason would he now have to ask something unreasonable. She would just have to trust that he had his reasons.
“Very well, I will not ask any questions. Not about this place, not about your looks, if….”
“If what?”
“If you allow me one single question.”
She was hard to bargain with.
“Let me first hear that question and then I will decide whether I accept your terms or not.”
“Ok. My question is a simple one: will this look stay or will you be looking the way I’ve come to know you again when we leave here?”
“What would you prefer?”
He was almost certain he would know the answer.
She smiled at him.
“I would like the old Sam back. Please say you will look like you did in Cornwall again?”
Now that did surprise him. Sophie could see his surprise.
“Well, this look doesn’t fit you at all. I liked the old Sam better. Much better.”
“You do?”
“Yes, your hair, your beard, your nose… that was so you. This is nothing like you.”
He snorted at that. But he was also pleased.
“Don’t worry, as soon as we are out here, you will have it all back.”
Now she was smiling. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Ok, then I won’t ask anymore questions.”
“When the medi… I mean… the doctor. When she comes, they are called healers in this institution by the way, so when the healer comes, don’t be alarmed to see some strange things happening.”
“Ok.”
“And don’t worry about hearing new words or seeing strange cloths either.”
“Ok.”
“And…”
“Don’t worry. I understood it. No questions. Whatever happens, whatever I see or hear. But you must be aware that I am completely giving my life into your hands with this.”
“I am. And I appreciate it. Now, you should try and rest some more. As soon as they notice you are awake they will want to run some tests on you.”
She was worn out. Although they had had only this brief conversation, she felt like falling asleep again.

By the door of the patient room stood Hermione, transfixed by something she couldn’t quite grasp. This man’s voice… it felt so familiar….
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