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Pansy stumbled and held her head in her hands. A soft moan escaped her lips as she fell to her knees.
The voice echoed around her aching head Pansy, Pansy, Pansy… The name repeated with each throb and she moaned again.
“Shite! Pansy! Answer me! Are you hurt? Were you splinched? Pansy!”
Warm hands patted down her body and urged her to lay down. The smell of earth and rain wafted up around her and made her gag.
“Is she okay?” Another voice called, this one was softer, feminine.
“I can’t tell,” the first voice answered. A man. The thought drifted across her mind, quickly followed by another, she recognized the voices. The pressure that had taken residence in her chest released. A feeling of safety washed over her.
“Pansy, you’re okay. We’re here, we’re here.”
Rough hands wrapped around her wrists and gently pulled her hands away from her head. Pansy lay still, panting and working on keeping the contents on her stomach in place. The damp smell that still lingered in the air wasn’t helping. A soft caress of her cheek made her will her eyes open, just a crack. The sight above her made her close her eyes tight again, tears escaping the corners of her lids.
“How the bloody hell did she find us?” Pansy heard the all to familiar voice and worked to keep her face and body still. She wasn’t sure she wanted them to know she was awake yet.
“She had this.” the woman spoke this time. Pansy heard someone gasp and someone else clearing their throat, the sound almost seemed embarrassed. “It’s a taglock. Old magic. Well, sort of old,” she took a deep breath then continued, “it has your picture and a lock of your hair in it Harry.”
Pansy heard a snarl, “How the fuck did she get your hair, Harry? Could she have stolen it?”
Pansy rolled her eyes under her lids, certain the accusing voice was one Ronald Weasley, and the woman’s voice that of Hermione Granger.
“No, she didn’t steal it.” Harry finally said, his voice soft. Her heart ached and she longed to go to him, have him wrap her in his arms and let her know she was safe.
Hermione sighed, “Oh, Harry.” her voice was soft, amused and understanding. Pansy stored the information away. Hermione was more perceptive than Pansy had previously given her credit for.
“Mate…” Ron’s voice was exasperated and she could picture him rubbing one of his large hands down his face. “You can’t just, go around putting your hair in love tokens. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you about the Polyjuice, but people can still track you or even curse you using a taglock.”
“I just wanted to give her something to remember me by.” Harry’s voice was thick with embarrassment and Pansy stifled a chuckle. She had known it’s potential when he gifted it to her at the end of their 6th year. At the time, she never thought she’d have to use it quite like this.
“So that’s what she used to apparate to us?” Harry continued.
“Hmmm, yes. I’d guess that’s why she reacted the way she did. She wasn’t focusing on a place, she was focusing on you. She’s lucky she didn’t splinch herself.”
“I’m a better witch than that.” Pansy said, calling attention to herself. She pushed herself up on the bed and the blanket that had been pulled up to her chin fell to her waist.
“Pansy!” Harry stood quickly and made his way to her. “I’m so happy you’re okay!” He sat and pulled her close, her head was against his chest and she breathed in deep, enjoying the comforting scent of him. Even out here he still managed to smell like broom polish. “What are you doing here?”
Pansy sniffled, remembering the awfulness she had left behind. “I didn’t know where to go,” she grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled herself closer to him, molding her body to his. “They… they wanted me to do terrible things. And he was there. Always there. But, they were going to give me to that, that psychopath Rabastan. Just.. just give me to him Harry!” her voice rose an octave and her body shuddered. She maybe could have dealt with the rest, avoided it even, but Rabastan… she shuddered again. “My parents didn’t even try to fight against him. And I couldn’t I just couldn’t do it. I had to get away.” She pulled away and looked up at him. Harry’s face was a mix of rage and sympathy. “Please don’t make me go back.”