I do not own Harry Potter the lucky J. K. Rowling does. I will keep postings more chapters whenever I can.
Petrified
Hermione POV
Using the mirror I looked down the corner of the corridor for the basilisk. I saw the one thing I didn't want to see. A big pair yellow eyes as they turned to look at the mirror. I felt my whole body lock into that position along with Penelope Clearwater. My mind slipped into unconsciousness.
I lost all sense of time and I heard voices though I wasn't sure if they were real or imaginary. I guessed they were real, from what I had read being petrified was like being in a coma. There was a belief that those in comas could actually hear what was going on around them, so I assumed that what those voices where.
At first it was the shouting from a group of students I didn't recognize along with the sound of running footsteps. Then I heard a familiar voice.
"Out of the way, Davies find Professor McGonagall and tell her there's been another attack and to cancel the Quidditch match." Dumbledore said.
"Out of my way! Move!" Madame Pomfrey said.
"Alright clear the halls." A scratchy deep voice that belonged to Filch said.
Students scampered off, their footsteps echoing off the walls of the corridor. Followed by the sound of being set on a stretcher and being carried to the hospital wing. The curtain was pulled and silence followed.
The doors opened again and came to her bed.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled.
"Oh no." Harry said.
"This was found near them. Does it mean anything?" Professor McGonagall asked in a low voice.
"No Professor, all she told us was that she was going to the library." Harry said.
"Sorry, but no visitors I have to get these girls stable before anyone can come visit." Madame Pomfrey said shooing the boys out
Madame Pomfrey messed with some things then left. The silence followed and I wasn't able to track the time.
Madame Pomfrey went to bed and sometime later I heard the door to the hospital wing open and close quietly. The person crept over to my bed. If it was Harry and Ron using that blasted invisibility cloak again they'd have heard from me when I got out. I heard the person walk over to the table by the bed and place something that sounded heavy on it.
"I'm sorry." A hoarse voice said and left, that voice couldn't belong to who I thought it was.