Harry sat on his bed in the dormitory and thought about what had happened
the week before. He couldn't believe that he had actually made it safely
out of there, or even how he ever could let Luna talk him into going there
with Ron and Hermione. "Hermione!" he said out loud. He ran out of the
dormitory, almost knocked Seamus down to the floor when he ran through the
common room and nearly crashed into professor Snape on his way down to the
hospital wing. "Hermione?" he asked quietly when he stood at her bed. She
was unconscious, just as she had been since Lucius Malfoy had hit her with
that spell last week. He had never heard of a spell that powerful. "I wish
I'd never listened to Luna. Then you wouldn't be lying here unconscious,
you would sit up there in the common room studying for the exams." He sat
down on the side of her bed. "....I'm sorry, Hermione."
On the other side of the room, Luna laid in another bed, she too
unconscious. Even if he was a little angry at her, he couldn't blame her
for what had happened. She couldn't know that Voldemort and his deatheaters
would be there. It was his fault that all this had happened. If he hadn't
listened to her, he, Ron and Hermione would still be together. "How could
you...? How could I...?" he said to her, knowing that she couldn't hear
him. He took Hermione's hand and looked at her one last time before he got
up and slowly left for the 'Defense against the Dark Arts' class, and the
thought about all the Slytherin students disgusted him.
After class, he felt like grabbing Malfoy round his throat and strangle him for everything he had said about Hermione during class. Like; "Poor Potter! His mudblood girl's not well." and "Why's the mudblood girl still at Hogwarts? Do they hope she'll wake up? What a loss if she didn't!" And then he had bursted out laughing with Crabbe and Goyle. The only thing stopping Harry from actually doing it was professor McGonagall. "Mr. Potter! Follow me, please." She led him up to professor Dumbledores office in a hurry. Inside his office it looked exactly as it had done all the other times he'd been there. "Professor Dumbledore will be here any minute. Wait here." She left Harry there alone with the question "What's going on?" written all over his face. He sat down in a chair in front of Dumbledores desk, staring at the chair in front of him. Why was he here? He hadn't done anything now. "Dumbledore probably wants to talk about what had happened last week." he said to himself. "Man, how many times do I have to tell him about it? Instead of sitting here, I should be with Hermione, incase she'll wake up!" He took his bag and walked over to the door when it opened and Dumbledore stepped in. "Good day Harry. I believe you must wonder why you are here. Please, sit down again." Harry sat down. "Sir, do I have do tell you about last week again? I've told you about it so many times!" he looked down. Dumbledore shook his head and sat down on his chair. "No Harry, that is not why I have called you up here. You see, it is about where you are going stay this summer." Harry looked up again. "Where I'm going to stay? I'm not going to stay at the Dursleys like always?" "No, Harry. You are going to stay with your Aunt and Uncle for two weeks only. You will receive a letter telling you were you are going to stay for the rest of the summer, and further instructions if necessary." He couldn't have been happier. Only two weeks with the Dursleys! But why had it been decided so early? It was almost half a year left until summer. Dumbledore spoke up before he had a chance to ask, as if he knew what Harry was thinking and tried to avoid the question. "Now then, it is time for lunch, is it not? It looks like you need some food. Go and eat a bit." "But sir, I want to go see Hermione at the Hospital Wing!" "Go and eat first Harry." Dumbledore looked at him sharply. "...Fine." He got up from his chair and left the office. Dumbledore sighed and walked over to Fawkes. "I do believe he has stronger feelings for that girl than he is admitting, has he not?" Fawkes cried lowly.
Harry couldn't eat much, even though he was hungry. All he thought about was Hermione. He couldn't even think about his quidditch match against Ravenclaw later. He took a sandwich and then left the great hall. At the hospital wing, Hermione still laid in her bed. Luna's bed was empty, so she had probably woke up. He went over to Hermione's bed and sat down. He took her hand. "Are you going to be like this forever? Will you ever wake up..." He went silent for a minute. "...I... I need you here with me Hermione. Please, wake up!" She didn't move an inch. Harry sighed. "...could that spell really have been so powerful?" He lost himself in thoughts. One and a half our later Harry remembered the quidditch match. He hurried out of the hospital wing, out of the castle and ran towards the quidditch pitch. In the changing room he found everyone else. "Finally! Where have you been? We're starting in five minutes!" Angelina shouted. "I know, I know. I was at the hospital wing with Hermione." She calmed down a bit when he said that. "Allright, but hurry up now, will you?" Harry went and changed to his quidditch uniform, but wasn't in the mood of playing quidditch at all. They won the match, even though it took quite some time for Harry to understand that the other seeker had been hunting the snitch for about ten minutes before he even saw it. He hadn't even searched for it this time, he just wanted the game to end. He thought that if he didn't bothered looking for the snitch the other seeker would take it but apparently that wasn't what the snitch had in mind. Harry began chasing it and after about 3 minutes he caught it with the whole Gryffindor house cheering on him. After the game, Harry went up to the dormitory to try and get some sleep. His thoughts wandered to Ron and how he bravely had fought for Hermione's life. He didn't like the thought that they had to leave Ron behind to get out of there, but Ron had made his decision. "Get Hermione out of here, Harry! Don't worry about me! Just go!" Harry felt tears coming to his eyes and buried his face in the pillow. Even though Ron appeared as a easy- frightened guy, he was really brave. A week had passed since they had met Voldemorts' deatheaters. Harry still didn't know if Ron was allright or if they had killed him. He could only hope to see him again.
After class, he felt like grabbing Malfoy round his throat and strangle him for everything he had said about Hermione during class. Like; "Poor Potter! His mudblood girl's not well." and "Why's the mudblood girl still at Hogwarts? Do they hope she'll wake up? What a loss if she didn't!" And then he had bursted out laughing with Crabbe and Goyle. The only thing stopping Harry from actually doing it was professor McGonagall. "Mr. Potter! Follow me, please." She led him up to professor Dumbledores office in a hurry. Inside his office it looked exactly as it had done all the other times he'd been there. "Professor Dumbledore will be here any minute. Wait here." She left Harry there alone with the question "What's going on?" written all over his face. He sat down in a chair in front of Dumbledores desk, staring at the chair in front of him. Why was he here? He hadn't done anything now. "Dumbledore probably wants to talk about what had happened last week." he said to himself. "Man, how many times do I have to tell him about it? Instead of sitting here, I should be with Hermione, incase she'll wake up!" He took his bag and walked over to the door when it opened and Dumbledore stepped in. "Good day Harry. I believe you must wonder why you are here. Please, sit down again." Harry sat down. "Sir, do I have do tell you about last week again? I've told you about it so many times!" he looked down. Dumbledore shook his head and sat down on his chair. "No Harry, that is not why I have called you up here. You see, it is about where you are going stay this summer." Harry looked up again. "Where I'm going to stay? I'm not going to stay at the Dursleys like always?" "No, Harry. You are going to stay with your Aunt and Uncle for two weeks only. You will receive a letter telling you were you are going to stay for the rest of the summer, and further instructions if necessary." He couldn't have been happier. Only two weeks with the Dursleys! But why had it been decided so early? It was almost half a year left until summer. Dumbledore spoke up before he had a chance to ask, as if he knew what Harry was thinking and tried to avoid the question. "Now then, it is time for lunch, is it not? It looks like you need some food. Go and eat a bit." "But sir, I want to go see Hermione at the Hospital Wing!" "Go and eat first Harry." Dumbledore looked at him sharply. "...Fine." He got up from his chair and left the office. Dumbledore sighed and walked over to Fawkes. "I do believe he has stronger feelings for that girl than he is admitting, has he not?" Fawkes cried lowly.
Harry couldn't eat much, even though he was hungry. All he thought about was Hermione. He couldn't even think about his quidditch match against Ravenclaw later. He took a sandwich and then left the great hall. At the hospital wing, Hermione still laid in her bed. Luna's bed was empty, so she had probably woke up. He went over to Hermione's bed and sat down. He took her hand. "Are you going to be like this forever? Will you ever wake up..." He went silent for a minute. "...I... I need you here with me Hermione. Please, wake up!" She didn't move an inch. Harry sighed. "...could that spell really have been so powerful?" He lost himself in thoughts. One and a half our later Harry remembered the quidditch match. He hurried out of the hospital wing, out of the castle and ran towards the quidditch pitch. In the changing room he found everyone else. "Finally! Where have you been? We're starting in five minutes!" Angelina shouted. "I know, I know. I was at the hospital wing with Hermione." She calmed down a bit when he said that. "Allright, but hurry up now, will you?" Harry went and changed to his quidditch uniform, but wasn't in the mood of playing quidditch at all. They won the match, even though it took quite some time for Harry to understand that the other seeker had been hunting the snitch for about ten minutes before he even saw it. He hadn't even searched for it this time, he just wanted the game to end. He thought that if he didn't bothered looking for the snitch the other seeker would take it but apparently that wasn't what the snitch had in mind. Harry began chasing it and after about 3 minutes he caught it with the whole Gryffindor house cheering on him. After the game, Harry went up to the dormitory to try and get some sleep. His thoughts wandered to Ron and how he bravely had fought for Hermione's life. He didn't like the thought that they had to leave Ron behind to get out of there, but Ron had made his decision. "Get Hermione out of here, Harry! Don't worry about me! Just go!" Harry felt tears coming to his eyes and buried his face in the pillow. Even though Ron appeared as a easy- frightened guy, he was really brave. A week had passed since they had met Voldemorts' deatheaters. Harry still didn't know if Ron was allright or if they had killed him. He could only hope to see him again.