OK, I obviously don't own Harry Potter, or I wouldn't be writing fan
fiction. If I were the real JKR I'd be writing the real books that would
make me millions of dollars.
I thought this up randomly while I was sick (aagh, I still am, too) so I decided to go ahead and write it out.
Chapter 1
I've been told by many people that I should write, but I've also been told by some quirky Ron kid that sometimes when I write, I get too into my story. Apparently I confuse people. So I decided that for my first book, I'd write about something I couldn't possibly screw up. An old, yet new story. My story. My real story.
I'm here to set the record straight. What really happened that fateful day when the Sorcerer's Stone was discovered. I know- it's a story that's been told hundreds of times, and for the most part, it's been told correctly. For the most part.
~~*~~**~~*~~
The author of The Sorcerer's Stone had the general gist of the story correct. However, she missed out on some key points. Not that I blame her- maybe being turned into a bug had a worse effect on her than I thought it would, but I'll explain that later.
First of all, the entire incident took place our fourth year. Our first year of Hogwarts we had to deal with the "fearsome fairies," who had attacked all of the students. They had been put under a spell and. but that's also another story.
Moving along. When I say that the author got "most of the book right" I mean that she got the original story correct. Most of what she wrote did happen in our first year- the troll, Nick's birthday party, Norbert, etc. She just got her endings mixed up. (Again, she was probably a bug for too long).
Now, in the fourth year, when we discovered that someone was going after the stone, we (the "fabulous trio") did indeed stop him. Ron, Harry, and I managed to get past Fluffy, through the Devil's Snare, and through the room with all of the keys. Harry and I also watched as Ron nearly died in an exceedingly violent game of Wizard's Chess. And it's true that we left Ron and continued on to the next room, where I helped Harry find the correct potion. But what's not often told is what happened next.
~~*~~**~~*~~
I went back to the chessboard to help Ron, leaving Harry to fight the final battle. When I reached him, he was lying on the ground, motionless. Fearing the worst I began to cry, and that's when he opened his eyes. He also opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was an incoherent jumble, so I did the only sensible thing I could think of. I slapped him.
He lay there for a moment before he opened his eyes again. Then he spoke the two mast amazing words I've ever heard in my life. "You're beautiful."
In my excitement I threw my arms around him, and he began to cover my face in kisses. Everything I had ever felt for Ron in my life was suddenly explained. I would have explained this to him, and fully intended too, but his lips were suddenly pressed against mine. Everything was perfect, the world was at peace. Then I remembered- the world was not at peace. Our best friend was risking his life at that very moment. We needed to get help.
I stood up, supporting him, and we began to make our way towards the door. We were almost there when I heard a sound that made me shudder, and Ron spin around. It was a hiss- I can't describe it any better.
I turned and saw Ron looking at something that can only be called a spirit. It wasn't a ghost- it didn't really have a shape. It was almost like a cloud- a dark cloud. I knew, instinctively, that this was the last thing I would ever want to meet. Especially with an injured wizard leaning on my shoulder.
A wand appeared somewhere in the center of the cloud, and the thing began to speak. I was too dumbfounded to do anything- thankfully, Ron wasn't. He managed to shield Voldemort's spell, so that we were only hit by a small part. However, the sparks from his wand hit me square in the chest, sending me flying into the wall.
When I could finally open my eyes, I looked up to see that Voldemort/ the thing had disappeared. Ron was standing over me, looking very worried, demanding that I go at once to the hospital wing. I could have said the same thing to him, but there was a stop we had to make first.
~~*~~**~~*~~
We reached Dumbledore's office, holding each other up, barely able to walk on our own. When we entered, we noticed Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape sitting in a circle, trying to decide on a course of action. When they saw us, they nearly went into shock.
"Wha-what happened?" McGonagall was glued to her chair.
Ron rolled his eyes. "You need to go- the Sorcerer's Stone- someone went after it, Harry tried to stop them. You need to go help him. Now!" He began to scream when he realized they were in too much shock to do anything.
I tried to help him. We told the professor's our story (omitting some things that would have caused quite a lot of embarrassment on our parts), ending with the fact that Voldemort was some kind of spirit thing, that was technically still alive.
When we finished, it was McGonagall who spoke, however, all she could think to say was, "Master Weasley- you must get yourself to the hospital wing at once! You aren't in a state to be telling us this at the moment. Miss Granger, I'd appreciate if you'd come with me to help me."
She trailed off when she saw Ron's face. "You've got to go help Harry! And don't worry about me, I'll be fine, it's Hermione I'm worried about." He pulled my hair back, away from my face, and for the first time I realized I was bleeding.
Bleeding as in, profusely bleeding. Apparently I'd hit that wall a little harder than I thought. However, seeing me seemed to bring Dumbledore back to life. "Minerva, please escort the children to the hospital wing. Professor Snape and I will go after Harry."
When we got to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey immediately put me to bed. As I lay down, Ron kissed my forehead. "I love you, 'Mione."
"I love you too, Ron." And I fell into a blissful sleep.
~~*~~**~~*~~
I didn't wake up until two weeks later. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Ron, seated at the foot of my bed. "Hermione!" he shouted, throwing his arms around me.
"Wow- I feel special." I was kind of confused by his reaction- Ron had never done anything like that before. I noticed a rose next to my bed. "Who's that from?"
"Why, me, of course." "Oh." Ron looked surprised, and hurt, by my answer, but he didn't have time to say anything, because at that moment Madame Pomfrey came bustling over. "Hermione, dear- you're awake!"
I smiled at her. Ron, however, wasn't smiling. He pulled her over, and whispered something in her ear. "I think she's forgotten something. Something. important." She looked surprised for a moment, and then asked him about the spell Voldemort had used.
As he repeated the words in it, Madame Pomfrey's face contorted into a weird blend of worry and anger. "Why, that's a memory charm!"
She began to ask me what had happened when we tried to stop Professor Quirrell from getting the Stone. When I finished my narrative (again) she explained that she had asked because Voldemort had hit me with a memory charm. Since Ron had deflected it, I still remembered most of what happened, and it had taken a while to take effect. However, there were a few things I had forgotten.
The fact that Ron loved me was one of them.
I didn't remember at all what had happened on the chessboard. I didn't even remember going back to help Ron. That entire part was missing, probably because that was when Voldemort hit me.
So, the day ended with Madame Pomfrey trying to comfort Ron, and me trying to figure out what I had done to make him so upset.
Ok, ok- I know. It's definitely not my best work, but like I said. I'm sick- the idea randomly came to me- I have nothing better to do (and if I were to have something better to do I'm not allowed to, seeing as how I'm sick). Besides, I wanted to try and write something from Hermione's pov. So.... PLEASE r/r. Pretty please? With cherries on top? I intend to add one more chapter, but I want to know if you guys think I should add more or something.
I thought this up randomly while I was sick (aagh, I still am, too) so I decided to go ahead and write it out.
Chapter 1
I've been told by many people that I should write, but I've also been told by some quirky Ron kid that sometimes when I write, I get too into my story. Apparently I confuse people. So I decided that for my first book, I'd write about something I couldn't possibly screw up. An old, yet new story. My story. My real story.
I'm here to set the record straight. What really happened that fateful day when the Sorcerer's Stone was discovered. I know- it's a story that's been told hundreds of times, and for the most part, it's been told correctly. For the most part.
~~*~~**~~*~~
The author of The Sorcerer's Stone had the general gist of the story correct. However, she missed out on some key points. Not that I blame her- maybe being turned into a bug had a worse effect on her than I thought it would, but I'll explain that later.
First of all, the entire incident took place our fourth year. Our first year of Hogwarts we had to deal with the "fearsome fairies," who had attacked all of the students. They had been put under a spell and. but that's also another story.
Moving along. When I say that the author got "most of the book right" I mean that she got the original story correct. Most of what she wrote did happen in our first year- the troll, Nick's birthday party, Norbert, etc. She just got her endings mixed up. (Again, she was probably a bug for too long).
Now, in the fourth year, when we discovered that someone was going after the stone, we (the "fabulous trio") did indeed stop him. Ron, Harry, and I managed to get past Fluffy, through the Devil's Snare, and through the room with all of the keys. Harry and I also watched as Ron nearly died in an exceedingly violent game of Wizard's Chess. And it's true that we left Ron and continued on to the next room, where I helped Harry find the correct potion. But what's not often told is what happened next.
~~*~~**~~*~~
I went back to the chessboard to help Ron, leaving Harry to fight the final battle. When I reached him, he was lying on the ground, motionless. Fearing the worst I began to cry, and that's when he opened his eyes. He also opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was an incoherent jumble, so I did the only sensible thing I could think of. I slapped him.
He lay there for a moment before he opened his eyes again. Then he spoke the two mast amazing words I've ever heard in my life. "You're beautiful."
In my excitement I threw my arms around him, and he began to cover my face in kisses. Everything I had ever felt for Ron in my life was suddenly explained. I would have explained this to him, and fully intended too, but his lips were suddenly pressed against mine. Everything was perfect, the world was at peace. Then I remembered- the world was not at peace. Our best friend was risking his life at that very moment. We needed to get help.
I stood up, supporting him, and we began to make our way towards the door. We were almost there when I heard a sound that made me shudder, and Ron spin around. It was a hiss- I can't describe it any better.
I turned and saw Ron looking at something that can only be called a spirit. It wasn't a ghost- it didn't really have a shape. It was almost like a cloud- a dark cloud. I knew, instinctively, that this was the last thing I would ever want to meet. Especially with an injured wizard leaning on my shoulder.
A wand appeared somewhere in the center of the cloud, and the thing began to speak. I was too dumbfounded to do anything- thankfully, Ron wasn't. He managed to shield Voldemort's spell, so that we were only hit by a small part. However, the sparks from his wand hit me square in the chest, sending me flying into the wall.
When I could finally open my eyes, I looked up to see that Voldemort/ the thing had disappeared. Ron was standing over me, looking very worried, demanding that I go at once to the hospital wing. I could have said the same thing to him, but there was a stop we had to make first.
~~*~~**~~*~~
We reached Dumbledore's office, holding each other up, barely able to walk on our own. When we entered, we noticed Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape sitting in a circle, trying to decide on a course of action. When they saw us, they nearly went into shock.
"Wha-what happened?" McGonagall was glued to her chair.
Ron rolled his eyes. "You need to go- the Sorcerer's Stone- someone went after it, Harry tried to stop them. You need to go help him. Now!" He began to scream when he realized they were in too much shock to do anything.
I tried to help him. We told the professor's our story (omitting some things that would have caused quite a lot of embarrassment on our parts), ending with the fact that Voldemort was some kind of spirit thing, that was technically still alive.
When we finished, it was McGonagall who spoke, however, all she could think to say was, "Master Weasley- you must get yourself to the hospital wing at once! You aren't in a state to be telling us this at the moment. Miss Granger, I'd appreciate if you'd come with me to help me."
She trailed off when she saw Ron's face. "You've got to go help Harry! And don't worry about me, I'll be fine, it's Hermione I'm worried about." He pulled my hair back, away from my face, and for the first time I realized I was bleeding.
Bleeding as in, profusely bleeding. Apparently I'd hit that wall a little harder than I thought. However, seeing me seemed to bring Dumbledore back to life. "Minerva, please escort the children to the hospital wing. Professor Snape and I will go after Harry."
When we got to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey immediately put me to bed. As I lay down, Ron kissed my forehead. "I love you, 'Mione."
"I love you too, Ron." And I fell into a blissful sleep.
~~*~~**~~*~~
I didn't wake up until two weeks later. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Ron, seated at the foot of my bed. "Hermione!" he shouted, throwing his arms around me.
"Wow- I feel special." I was kind of confused by his reaction- Ron had never done anything like that before. I noticed a rose next to my bed. "Who's that from?"
"Why, me, of course." "Oh." Ron looked surprised, and hurt, by my answer, but he didn't have time to say anything, because at that moment Madame Pomfrey came bustling over. "Hermione, dear- you're awake!"
I smiled at her. Ron, however, wasn't smiling. He pulled her over, and whispered something in her ear. "I think she's forgotten something. Something. important." She looked surprised for a moment, and then asked him about the spell Voldemort had used.
As he repeated the words in it, Madame Pomfrey's face contorted into a weird blend of worry and anger. "Why, that's a memory charm!"
She began to ask me what had happened when we tried to stop Professor Quirrell from getting the Stone. When I finished my narrative (again) she explained that she had asked because Voldemort had hit me with a memory charm. Since Ron had deflected it, I still remembered most of what happened, and it had taken a while to take effect. However, there were a few things I had forgotten.
The fact that Ron loved me was one of them.
I didn't remember at all what had happened on the chessboard. I didn't even remember going back to help Ron. That entire part was missing, probably because that was when Voldemort hit me.
So, the day ended with Madame Pomfrey trying to comfort Ron, and me trying to figure out what I had done to make him so upset.
Ok, ok- I know. It's definitely not my best work, but like I said. I'm sick- the idea randomly came to me- I have nothing better to do (and if I were to have something better to do I'm not allowed to, seeing as how I'm sick). Besides, I wanted to try and write something from Hermione's pov. So.... PLEASE r/r. Pretty please? With cherries on top? I intend to add one more chapter, but I want to know if you guys think I should add more or something.