TITLE: "All You Wanted"
AUTHOR: herbal_mango
SUMMARY: A strange virus has swept through Hogwarts like wildfire. People are rapidly dying, and the unseen invader takes the ones who seem to know possible cures first. Can the virus be eliminated before it's too late?
RATING: This fanfiction is rated R for violence and mild sexuality.
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HERMIONE'S POV
"Ugh! What's the point?" I cried.
It was a warm fall afternoon, but I barely noticed. I was too engrossed in doing, or trying to do, my Potions homework. Snape had just started us on the Fame Potion. He pointed out (rather snidely and in Harry Potter's face) that some people were sure to not need this particular potion. We are not allowed to take the potions out of the dungeon, making it almost impossible to complete the assignment given to us. Actually, those in Slytherin House may take their potions with them. Why is this? Snape claims it is because Slytherin House is in the dungeons. Humph.
I closed my book and shoved into my bag. I gazed out the large window at the grounds so many feet below. The lake water rippled softly with the light wind, and leaves blew slowly down from the trees. I sighed. How I truly hated being stuck inside on a beautiful day such as this one!
"Hey Hermione. Done with Potions work yet?" said Ron Weasley, sitting down next to me on the overstuffed couch.
"Almost. It's just too much to do right now," I told him, getting up and picking up my things. "In fact, I think I'll take a nap right now. See you at dinner."
Ron and I waved to each other before I climbed the stairs to my dormitory, exhausted.
RON'S POV
I watched Hermione Granger go up the stairs before turning away and starting my own work. We had a lot to do now that we were in our seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We would be taking our N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year, and the teachers were "preparing" us by giving more work than we'd had in all our other years combined. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but not by much.
I heard a noise just then and looked up to see Harry enter Gryffindor common room, looking rather winded.
"What's going on?" I asked as he collapsed on the chair next to the couch, panting hard.
"I just - went - t- to see Hagrid," he choked out.
"And?" I prompted, as Harry's breathing became regular again.
"I saw dementors, Ron! Loads of them - at least a hundred!" Harry looked frightened. The dementors seriously messed with his mind, and I knew it must be very scary for my best friend.
"Dementors? Why?" I exclaimed, tossing my Astronomy book aside and looking directly at Harry.
He shrugged. "I don't know, but they seem excited about something. There all moving fast towards the forest of all places."
"Did you tell Dumbledore?" I asked, worried. Dementors on the school grounds was something our headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sure to be upset about.
Harry shook his head. "No, I actually told McGonagall, she was right inside the entrance hall when I got there. She turned all white when I told her and ran to Dumbledore's office. She told me to come up here and not leave until she or another teacher says so."
"Why's that?" I inquired, standing up and stretching. Professor Minerva McGonagall was the Head of Gryffindor House, mine, Hermione's, and Harry's House, and was also the Transfiguration teacher.
"They saw me Ron. All one hundred or so of the dementors saw me. And you know how they wanted to administer the Kiss on me in our third year - McGonagall's afraid they want revenge or something."
I rolled my eyes. "Great. Just great," I said as we headed upstairs.
"Yeah I know," said Harry. "Think of what Ginny's going to say!"
AUTHOR: herbal_mango
SUMMARY: A strange virus has swept through Hogwarts like wildfire. People are rapidly dying, and the unseen invader takes the ones who seem to know possible cures first. Can the virus be eliminated before it's too late?
RATING: This fanfiction is rated R for violence and mild sexuality.
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HERMIONE'S POV
"Ugh! What's the point?" I cried.
It was a warm fall afternoon, but I barely noticed. I was too engrossed in doing, or trying to do, my Potions homework. Snape had just started us on the Fame Potion. He pointed out (rather snidely and in Harry Potter's face) that some people were sure to not need this particular potion. We are not allowed to take the potions out of the dungeon, making it almost impossible to complete the assignment given to us. Actually, those in Slytherin House may take their potions with them. Why is this? Snape claims it is because Slytherin House is in the dungeons. Humph.
I closed my book and shoved into my bag. I gazed out the large window at the grounds so many feet below. The lake water rippled softly with the light wind, and leaves blew slowly down from the trees. I sighed. How I truly hated being stuck inside on a beautiful day such as this one!
"Hey Hermione. Done with Potions work yet?" said Ron Weasley, sitting down next to me on the overstuffed couch.
"Almost. It's just too much to do right now," I told him, getting up and picking up my things. "In fact, I think I'll take a nap right now. See you at dinner."
Ron and I waved to each other before I climbed the stairs to my dormitory, exhausted.
RON'S POV
I watched Hermione Granger go up the stairs before turning away and starting my own work. We had a lot to do now that we were in our seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We would be taking our N.E.W.T.s at the end of the year, and the teachers were "preparing" us by giving more work than we'd had in all our other years combined. Okay, so maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but not by much.
I heard a noise just then and looked up to see Harry enter Gryffindor common room, looking rather winded.
"What's going on?" I asked as he collapsed on the chair next to the couch, panting hard.
"I just - went - t- to see Hagrid," he choked out.
"And?" I prompted, as Harry's breathing became regular again.
"I saw dementors, Ron! Loads of them - at least a hundred!" Harry looked frightened. The dementors seriously messed with his mind, and I knew it must be very scary for my best friend.
"Dementors? Why?" I exclaimed, tossing my Astronomy book aside and looking directly at Harry.
He shrugged. "I don't know, but they seem excited about something. There all moving fast towards the forest of all places."
"Did you tell Dumbledore?" I asked, worried. Dementors on the school grounds was something our headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sure to be upset about.
Harry shook his head. "No, I actually told McGonagall, she was right inside the entrance hall when I got there. She turned all white when I told her and ran to Dumbledore's office. She told me to come up here and not leave until she or another teacher says so."
"Why's that?" I inquired, standing up and stretching. Professor Minerva McGonagall was the Head of Gryffindor House, mine, Hermione's, and Harry's House, and was also the Transfiguration teacher.
"They saw me Ron. All one hundred or so of the dementors saw me. And you know how they wanted to administer the Kiss on me in our third year - McGonagall's afraid they want revenge or something."
I rolled my eyes. "Great. Just great," I said as we headed upstairs.
"Yeah I know," said Harry. "Think of what Ginny's going to say!"