Up until the little *~*~*~*~* line thing is the story. Then, there’s a little bit of flashback, but from no one’s specific
point of view. Then there’s another line thing, and that’s just a dude with a special narrative voice.

::gasps for air:: Okay, that’s it. Oh yeah, and PLEASE flame/constructively criticize/review/rant/act insane/destroy
your computer out of frustration from this GOD AWFUL fic. Whatever you want to do.

Nothing Short of a Miracle

by Blot
 
 
 

"Draco!" Hermione stumbled over as she tried to save Draco falling over the edge of a cliff.
She fumbled in the darkness for what seemed like hours, yet only took up a few seconds,
until she caught hold of a cold hand. She looked over the edge to see what she had caught:
a cadaver’s hand from the massacre, or Draco’s?

Draco looked back up at her with reassuring eyes. Eyes which had taken a year to warm up.

"Thanks. Perhaps instead of leaving me hanging here, you could pull me back up?" One of
Draco’s hands was holding onto the cliff, the other holding onto Hermione.

"I think so. Could you give me your other hand?" Through what seemed to be a tremendous
effort, Draco willed his hand to move to Hermione’s waiting hand.

Another person rushed over to them.

"Here, let me help." He reached over and grabbed both of Hermione’s wrists. "On my count:
one, two, THREE!" With an enormous heave from both of them, Draco was pulled over the
edge, escaping with only ripped pants. He looked to Hermione first, and then to the stranger -
who would not be one for much longer.

"Hello, Weasel." A familiar sneering drawl edged into the voice that had been frightened to
death seconds before. Draco couldn’t get used to Hermione’s friends; the training his father
had given him still hindered him in that sense.

Ron stiffened, and then returned a curt: "Nice to see you too, Malfoy." Hermione rolled her
eyes desperately. He, at least, tried to be nice to his former enemy.

"This isn’t a time for second year name calling. You aren’t at Hogwarts now; you’re full-grown
Aurors. And we’ve got to keep going. Now we all know what’s happening: You-Know-Who
is looking for Harry. The plan was originally to stay together, but after getting hit with that Scattering
Spell, we all flew in different directions. There’s only one more person we need to find, and that’s
the most important person to this whole mission: Harry. Let’s go!"

What exactly it was they were looking for they weren’t sure. Was Harry dead, battling with
Lord Voldemort, or searching for the rest of them? Nevertheless, they had to stay together.

Hermione took in a glance of their surroundings: from the abundance of green, she guessed
they were somewhere in Scotland.

All three of them were running to find Harry. Jesus…it’s going to take nothing short of a miracle
to find him, is it? Hermione asked herself. And miracles are practically impossible to find nowadays.
 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

First year. Harry escapes You-Know-Who a second time. What a miracle! thought the people
who heard of it. The boy defeats the Dark Lord again.

Second year. Harry fights off Tom Riddle, and amazes the wizarding population again. What
a miracle!

Third year. Harry escapes Sirius Black, the acclaimed murderer. Yes, agreed everyone, that
was a miracle.

Fourth year. Harry falls into a fully restored to power Voldemort’s hands. And lives to tell the
tale. A miracle…

Fifth year. Of course, only Harry could reveal the evil intentions of Cornelius Fudge, and give
the Ministry to Arthur Weasley. A real miracle…

Sixth year. Harry clears Sirius’s name by capturing the "dead" Peter Pettigrew. Yes, that is a
miracle!

Seventh year. Harry stumbles upon Lucius Malfoy’s training session with his son. Lucius is put
in Azkaban, Draco becomes friends with Harry and Hermione (perhaps a little more with
Hermione), and resolves as many differences as he can with Ron. Condemning a criminal!
Yes, is a miracle.
 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Maybe miracles aren’t so hard to achieve after all.