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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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A week later Sophie and her parents had settled in nicely. They had developed a routine where they had breakfast together and then either went to do some shopping or make a little trip to one of the many beaches along the coast or other sights like St Ives. There was so much Sophie still wanted her parents to see. She wanted them to understand why she loved this place and wanted to create happy memories that her parents could then take back home with them when all this was over. And it was OK. They took it slow and when Sophie tired they would find some nice place to sit and she could gather her strength for their trip back. The afternoons would normally be spent in the garden, with tea and a book, or down by the sea shore, listening to the rhythmic sound of the waves coming in. Today she wanted something a little more exciting. She wanted to try and walk a bit of the coastal path. She remembered there was a lot of up and down and the path was not always easy, but she wanted to experience the freedom again she had felt the first time she had been here. She wanted to smell the spicy scent of the flowers and bushes that grew along the path and that released their aromas when they had been warmed by the sun. And she wanted to feel the cool breeze of the wind on the cliffs while looking out at the turquoise waters below. Her parents took a bit of convincing but in the end, they gave in.
They set out after breakfast and her father carried a backpack which was filled with everything needed for a nice picnic on the cliffs. The walked slowly with lots if brakes and just before noon they stopped for their picnic. Her parents were just as bewitched by this place as she had hoped they would be. She couldn’t stop smiling. It made her so happy to see the wonder in their faces. The weather was perfect too. There were sunny spells but not too many so they didn’t get too hot. Mostly there were light grey clouds. The colours of the sea and the plant life around were still vibrant and lively so the contrasted perfectly with the clouds.
The spot they had chosen for their picnic was a group of boulders on top of the cliffs. They were warm and afforded an unhindered view of the sea.
Just below them was a small sandy beach. There was no obvious way down there but Sophie couldn’t resist the urge to go and find one. She got up to make her way back to the path.
“I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Where are you going?” her mother was ever anxious, especially in her condition.
“I’ll just go to take some photos.” She knew her mother would have tried to stop her if she had said she wanted to go down to the beach. But as far as Sophie was concerned there was no more reason to be careful about things. She would soon be unable to do what she wanted to do so she had to make use of the time she still had.
She walked back to the path and followed it down. The she turned off it to the right where she found a few rocks she could use to get closer to the cliff edge. There, just through the rocks, there was a way down to the beach. She could do that. She gingerly climbed down, carefully making sure she set her foots right and always had someplace to hold on with at least one hand. Down on the beach, she immediately sat down to take of her shoes and roll up her trousers. There was no way she would leave this beach without having waded through the water.
Looking up she saw a black form dropped over a boulder on the other side of the beach. It was half hanging in the water and the waves were gently flapping dark fabric around. That was a human form! Sophie hurried over and made to turn the person around. Long, black and wet hair was everywhere and she couldn’t make out a face. When she grabbed the fabrique to turn the person around, she felt the clothes were soaking wet. The person must have been in the water. She pulled, but the body was too heavy. She tried again and pulled harder. This time she heard a low grunt as response.
“Hello? Can you hear me? Are you all right?”
She tried shaking him. Another incoherent exclamation of either pain or confusion. She had to get him out of the water. Even if only his feet were in the water now, he was all wet and would undoubtedly be cold to the bone. With all her strength, she pulled and finally the body moved. She had to jump out of the way as it landed with a splash in the shallow water at her feet. She took his arms and bit by bit pulled him up on the dryer part of the beach. She crouched beside him and pulled all the hair away from his face. It was the man from the café! The one who had chided her for staring. He looked very pale and his lips had started to turn blue. She had no idea what to do. But she knew her father had had a first aid training. He had worked as electrician in a big factory and with every maintenance team there had to be one person trained in first aid. Her dad had been his team’s first responder so he would know what to do.
“Babba!” No answer.
“Babba!”
“Yes, what’s wrong? Sophie, where are you?” Her mother. Her father probably hadn’t even heard her.
“Mum, I’m down on the beach. I found someone. He needs help. Send father down!”
“What? How did you get down there?” Her mother’s head appeared on the cliff above the beach.
“There is a path through the boulders on the side over there. Can you send father down now? This man really needs help.”
She could already see her father’s head appear by the boulders. She thanked the Lord for her father’s pragmatism. He didn’t talk much, he acted.
He quickly looked the man over when he had made it to the beach.
“Pulse is normal and he is breathing. I think he is just unconscious. But we should try to warm him up and get help, just in case. I will go back up and get the picnic blanket. You stay here and see if you have a phone signal.”
Sophie fished her cell phone out of her pocket and unlocked the screen. No, not a chance. Maybe a bit further up on the top of the cliff. But she would have to wait ‘til her father was back. And it didn’t take him long to return with the blanket and his wife in tow.
“I will try to lift him and drag him on the blanket. You pull the blanket under him when I lift, OK?”
“Jup, OK.”
They wrapped him up in it.
“Do you have a phone signal?”
“No, not a chance. I could try a bit higher up on the cliff?”
“No, you stay here with him. You speak the language best, so if he wakes up you will be able to talk to him. I will go to the cliff top and if I can’t get a good signal I will go back to the next cove to get help.”
Just in that moment there was a low moan from the blanket. Sophie was down on her knees beside him and gently prodded him.
“Sir? Sir? Can you hear me? Sir?”
Another moan and flickering eyes that didn’t quite manage to open.
“Sir? Maybe we should give him some water? What do you think,Babba?”
And then his eyes shot open and he grabbed her arm in a vice like grip. Pulling her towards him, his head came up and his eyes were torn open wide. A long gasp escaped him and then he grimaced in pain as he was shaken with severe cramps. He rolled to his side, forming a tight ball and waited for the wracking pain to subside. He was shaking all over.
“Oh sh… he is having some kind of seizure. We have to do something.”
“There is not much we can do.” Her father bent down and started to turn the man around again. Then he went through his pockets.
“Babba, what are you doing there?”
“If he had this before he might be carrying some emergency medicines which we can give him. No, nothing.” He sat back in his haunches. “I will get help, you stay here with him. They will probably pick him up with a boat, so look out for them.”
They heard a loud groan.
“Did he say something?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t hear him right.”
Sophie got closer, bending down to his face.
“No… no help. ...Am..fine. Just...need a ...moment.”
“He says he is fine and he doesn’t want help.”
“Well, he doesn’t look fine to me.”
“Yes…. maybe we should just wait a moment. I mean, he should know his condition best and if he doesn’t think he needs help…”
After all the treatment she went through she could more than understand the wish of any person to be master of their own bodies and to have a say in what was being done to them and what not.
“But what if he doesn’t know how serious his condition really is and just thinks he is OK?”
Her mother was always for helping, no matter whether you wanted help or not. It made Sophie almost smile.
“Mum, I think he would know if something was seriously wrong. And if he isn’t better in a few minutes, Babba can still go and get help.”

She tried to drape the picnic blanket around him more firmly and together they waited for the cramping to subside. It really only took a few moments and the shivering visibly lessened.
When he his breathing had normalised again, she addressed him again.
“Are you feeling better?...Sir?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need help sitting up?”
“No.”
And he didn’t. He sat up gingerly, but still all on his own. Sophie could see his fingers were still slightly trembling, but he acted like he didn’t want her to see so she pretended not to have noticed.
For a moment the were all there by the beach not saying a word. A group of four people and no one knowing what to say. Sophie felt it was a rather bizarre situation and it seemed so did the stranger. He made to get up and Sophie's father was quick to help him. The stranger obviously only accepted reluctantly.
“Thank you. I will be alright now.”
He handed the picnic blanket back to Sophie.
“You are wet to the bone, the wind is chilly and you hands are still not steady, so I doubt your legs are much better. You are not alright.”
Ah, well there was one more of these opinionated muggle women who thought they knew everything better.
“I said I am fine, so fine I will be.”
He would give her one more chance to withdraw with grace.
“Nonsense. Stop being difficult and behave like an adult.”
He could hardly believe his ears. Her words were deeply insulting and yet there was no aggressiveness or belittlement in her voice. On the contrary. A deep crease between her brows gave the distinct impression that she really worried and the soft tones with which she delivered these words along with the care with which she draped the blanket back around his shoulders again left him speechless for a moment. He was not used to such treatment.
“I… I can assure you I am perfectly capable to take care of myself again now.”
“Yes, I am sure you are. But let’s just walk back up to the path together again, shall we?”
How could he get rid of them? If they were gone he wouldn’t have to climb up those rocks to get to this stupid path. He would simply apparate himself back to his cottage and sink down on his bed.
“I will stay here another moment. You go on. There is nothing more for you to do here.” He tried to take of the blanket again. “Thank you for stopping, but I will be fine now.”
“Yes, why don’t you keep this around you a little longer. You are soaking wet and the wind is picking up.”
“I’m fine. Just leave me be, woman!” Now that was more like himself again. A nice measured glare to accompany the outbreak and he should be well rid of them.
“Listen, you were just lying on your back, cramping like mad and shaking like there was going to be no tomorrow. I will not leave you on your own down here. I won’t. So, you will either accompany us up to the path and back to the village or my father will go and get professional help and we let them take care of you. Your choice.”
Great! Now what? And the glare she gave him could have rivaled his own. It was clear that her determination would not be broken easily and he was simply too tired and worn out to keep up the fight. Short of knocking them all unconscious there was really nothing he could do but go with them. He silently motioned for her to lead the way.
They made it up to the path and he made one last attempt to get them out of the way, and yet again he was thwarted by her insistence to watch over him. He could not very well explain to her that all would be much easier for him if you could just use his magic. So he resigned to his fate and trotted after her, her parents following them. They walked in silence, which was at least a small blessing. She walked slowly, and in his present condition it suited him well. All the same it also riled him. What did she think he was? A geriatric mummy? He wasn’t that old after all.
“You don’t have to walk at a snail’s pace, you know. I will be able to keep up.” He sincerely hoped that he could live up to this boast.
“I don’t doubt you can, but I can’t.”, she panted having just made it to the top of the next cliff.
“Oh for … God’s sake.” For a moment he had been tempted to say “Merlin’s sake”! He would have to watch more closely what words he used around these people.
“You can’t be serious! A three year old can walk faster than that.”
“Yes, I bet they can.” she smiled. He could not see it, walking behind her, but he heard her smile. How could she smile when he insulted her? Or did she think he would give up if she pretended not to be stung by his comments? Well then, he was going to find out how far he could take this.
“Are you one of those …( not muggles, think of another word, quick) ..people that waste away their lives in front of a television screen and neglect physical exercise? I am well older than you and just had seizures and still cold walk faster than you.”
“Well, you should count yourself lucky that you can then.”
“That has very little to do with luck and everything with regular exercise and not sitting on my bum all day.”
She laughed. She laughed? Really? Right. This little saint needed to be brought down a notch or two. No way would he suffer this merry and forgiving attitude for the rest of the way.
And he did his best for the best part of the next half hour to try her patience. But nothing he said got any other reaction than smiles or polite answers in return for his snide comments. He just couldn’t believe it. This woman was infuriating. In the end he just resolved to keep his mouth shut. And besides, his legs were getting tired. Her mother said something from behind. He had learned a little German. Well, he could read German. Many old potions books were written in German and he had taught himself to read them. But the spoken language was something else entirely. Also they seemed to use a special accent.
Sophie answered in English. “Yes, you are right. We should take a break.”
“Already?” He just couldn’t help it.
“Yes.” smiles again...Arghh!
“I am tired. I need to sit down for a moment.”
“You really have no stamina at all.”
“No, I haven’t. And I’m sorry I’m holding you up. Why don’t you go ahead with my dad and he can make sure you get back to Lamorna safely.”
“I certainly don’t need a babysitter.”
She was gingerly sitting down on a rock and grimacing. And she still panted, although her pulse should have normalised by now. Even for an unfit person, this wasn’t normal.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, I just need a break.”
Now he had her.
“Oh, so you go around and telling people how to take care of themselves, and uninvitedly impose your will and opinion on them and when you clearly can’t even manage to breath properly anymore, you say you are OK?” There now, yes. She was looking up into his face and the bloody smile was gone.
“I’m sorry. You are right. I should never have insisted you come with us.” Oh no! That was too simple! He had hoped for a bit more spirit there. This was most disappointing.
“No, you should not have. I am a grown-up man and can certainly take care of myself. At least better than you obviously can.”
She hung her head at that. Too easy. No fun. Oh well.
“I still appreciate your help.”
No answer.
“Sophie?” Her mother came over with a distinct note of worry in her voice. Again she said something. He thought she asked whether Sophie was ok.
She just shook her head at that. Oh come now. He really hadn’t been that harsh! If this little exchange already made her cry.
Her mother said something to her father who came over and talked as well.
“Excuse me, but what’s going on?”
And then Sophie just fell forward. He had only just time to stop her from landing on her face on the rocks before her.
“Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?” He managed to pick her up in his arms and sat her back down on the rock she had just involuntarily left.
He slapped her face gently.
“Come on, this walk can’t have been that hard on you.”
She did come round again, but she was terribly pale.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I’m … I’m not so well.”
“You don’t say. Couldn’t have guessed. And what exactly is this being unwell?”
“Cancer.”
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