Wordlessly the girl had taken him by the hand, silently leading him through the thick coppices and bramble, disregarding the way the coarse briers tore her skin, snaring her clothing. And now she was having the reaction that he would have expected from any other girl, but not from her. “My God…” He whispered chokingly, “Harry…” His accusatory eyes flickered up to his. Harry barely managed to stop her head from smacking into the wall as she slid off of him. Merlin…he had been afraid that the swirl of the portkey would disorient her, causing her to lose whatever fledgling bits of sanity she had managed to grasp onto at Remus’. A tremor shook him, an urging need to get her to someone better than him, to someone who could do something, driving him. In the past his callous actions against his former house mate would have sickened him, but now…. It wasn’t until sometime after dawn when he finally fell asleep. Men… In a moment, in one short, sharp spasm, she was yanked against him, thrown across his legs as he jerked awake.
