Confusion Chapter 1:
Harry didn't know what to do. He felt responsible for Mr. Weasley's accident with the snake. If he had only seen it sooner he felt he could've saved him from injury. Now the man had major ones. Harry as well felt guilty that in the midst of this catastrophe, the thoughts consuming his mind were not of sympathy but of confusion. Why was he the snake in his little "vision"? Was he himself indirectly responsible for attacking Arthur Weasley? Was he losing himself in all of this confusion? He then thought back to when he snapped at Dumbledore. He had lost control over his being at that point and that scared him. A lot.
Harry as well struggled with the fact that he couldn't confide in the two people closest to him, his best friends Ron and Hermione. Ron was of course in no fit state to be pounded with those thoughts and Hermione, well she was in Hogwarts. HERMIONE! Did she have any idea of what had happened? He hoped Professor McGonogall or someone would've informed her. It had been two days after all. However if she had heard wouldn't she have sent an owl straight away? He had to send one to her as soon as possible. He grabbed some parchment, some inl, and a quill and began to write.
Hermione had been completely frazzled the past couple of days. She had woken up two days ago expecting to get some breakfast in the Great Hall with Harry and Ron to start off a great weekend but they had never left the dormitories. When Neville had come down the stairs she questioned him but all he knew was that they had left in the middle of the night in a panic and never returned. This worried Hermione. Had they found themselves in deep trouble? She pondered this thought for a while as she grabbed a quick breakfast of toast to go and began studying. As the day went on she kept to herself. She read in the common room but frequently returned to her own dorm to avoid the questioning from those around her. She had no information so couldn't reply. She wound up avoiding lunch altogether because it was becoming too much to handle. Before she knew it the day had swept by and it was past curfew. Should decided she would visit the headmaster and clear the matter in the morning.
Morning came and she found herself at the entrance of the headmaster's office. With no knowledge of the password she was left to her own patience as she stood and waited for some sign of life to emerge. She waited a long while to no avail. It was hopeless and she was nervous. However at lunch some news came in the form of Angelina Johnson.
She approached and simply stated "I received a letter from Fred".
"What's happened?" Hermione eagerly asked. Angelina plopped down across from her and in a rushed voice told her all he had said was that his father was in some form of critical condition at St. Mungo's. After a long pause Hermione thanked her and politely excused herself. For the first time in her life, she couldn't even think. She just went to her dormitory, layed down, and slept.
