Author's Note: So, here is the sequel to 'When Dreams Make Fools of Us All'! If you have not read the first one, this will not make a bit of sense. I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, favourited, and just basically read the first story. I hope that you all will enjoy the continuation of Hermione's journey! (I know I have enjoyed writing it!) So without further ado... The Prologue!
The look on the doctor's face said it all. You didn't have to be a skilled Occulmens to be able to see that he was up to something. That fake plastic smile that was plastered to his face spoke volumes. "How are you doing today, Miss Granger?"
Minerva never showed back up the next day and Hermione had a few suspicions as to why, now it was hovering over her bedside like an insect plague. Trying to keep the same charade as the 'good' doctor beside her, the brunette spoke. "Oh... I am fine Doctor... I apologise I don't know your last name. As you know I am all about formalities, but alas I have been unconscious for a week and I never was able to find out your last name. I feel at a slight disadvantage." Hermione smiles though inside she wants to curse this man who has come to do harm to her.
"Oh that is okay... I understand that I do have an advantage over you..." He chuckles softly, making the bile build up in the back of Hermione's throat at the sound of it. "My name is Doctor Killjoy and you had us quite worried when Professor McGonagall brought you in here."
'I fitting name for this git.' The brunette thought as she tightens her grip on the handle of her wand that she had stowed beneath her blanket. Focusing her mind, she easily slipped into his mind to find any reason her apprehension could be justified. "Well Doctor Killjoy, I am glad that you were able to help me get back to one hundred percent. But, I would like to know when I am able to leave from here. You see, I miss my friends terribly and it pains me to know that I have no idea who lived or died during the battle." She looks over to the window in the corner of the room out on to the view of bustling London and sighs. 'Oh! He wants to use a memory charm on me when I am at my weakest. He thinks he can gain my trust and then erase my memory, does he? Well, he has another thing coming.' Taking her time to calm down after her delve into his mind brought his plans to light, Hermione decided it was safe to speak again. Playing off the intense moment's battle within herself as her simply musing over the past. "I am sorry doctor, I was thinking of all the time I shared with Fleur Delacour and was wondering if she survived the battle. She was one of my best friends besides Harry and Ron..." She mentally cringes at her words. "And I would really like to see her again, as well as Ron and Harry. I am surprised the boys haven't came by to see me yet."
The doctor moves to the other side of the hospital bed into Hermione's view, causing her to tighten her death-grip on her wand yet again. "Well, Miss Granger... I hate to be the harbinger of bad news, but your two friends- Ron and Harry, died during the battle. That is why they haven't came to visit, but from what I hear Fleur is alive and well. She went back to France to help her family move here to London because she is afraid that some of the Death-Eaters that escaped may come after them, since she was the person to deal the final blow to Voldemort. She had came by to visit you before she went off to France though, she was quite upset that you had been hurt as bad as you were. I offered for her to stay here until you gained consciousness but, she said she couldn't because she was too worried about her family. I am sorry that everything has turned out the way it has for you, Miss Granger."
Hermione stares the doctor in the eyes, her brown eyes piercing his baby blues. "Are you? Because in a minute I don't think you will be worried about me near as much as you shall be worried about yourself." The brunette jumps out of the bed, brandishing her wand out from under the covers. "Sectumsempra!" She cries out, causing the doctor in front of her to fall to the floor blood oozing through his clothing, making him look almost like a human candy-cane the way it stained his white robes.
'Now to get out of here!'