The Hospital Wing - Chapter Two
I'm back again with another Hospital Wing-themed oneshot. Thanks to all of my readers from Chapter One, though I'd love some more reviewers as well. Thanks to my first reviewer, ArtemisHaryAnimorphsfan96. Also, if there's a particular scene/chapter from the series you'd like me to write, feel free to let me know. I've got loads of time to write since it's summer. Enjoy Chapter Two!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters, places, spells, or house-elves. I'm not that talented.
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Chapter Two
Year Two
POV: Ron Weasley
Rating: T (To be safe.)
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When Professor McGonagall had come to fetch me with Harry in tow, I immediately became worried. Nothing was ever so bad to cancel Quidditch, and why did she want Harry and I? My thoughts wandered to Hermione. I hadn't seen her all morning, and I was surprised that she hadn't been at breakfast or lunch. She was probably in the library studying for a test that was two weeks from now. He smiled inwardly. That was Hermione.
Harry and I exchanged looks of slight panic. I knew this was bad. We passed by the Gryffindor Common Room, where many students were entering quickly. Teachers were ushering students into the common room, and prefects were rushing around to find missing students. My thoughts raced.
After walking a few more minutes, I then realized where we were headed. The Hospital Wing. The panic grew at an alarming rate, and I had a terrible feeling it involved her.
We walked through the door, and Professor McGonagall warned us that it would come as a shock. My breathing became uneven. I looked at the hospital bed that many people were clustered around to find her. Hermione. She was completely still, frozen in a state of shock. Petrified.
"Hermione," I stated sadly.
"She was found near the library with this," McGonagall showed Harry and I a mirror. She asked if it meant anything to either of us, and we both shook our heads.
I'd made a goal to myself to visit her once a day. But with Harry and I trying to solve the mystery of the Chamber, it became increasingly difficult. Instead I could only visit her twice the entirety of her time there. Both times I felt an increasing depression weighing down on my shoulders.
Then, after our visit to the Chamber, I went to visit Hermione once more. They told me that she'd be fine in a few days, but I was terrified that she would remain petrified for eternity. And my heart sank.
I studied her still form. Face frozen in the surprised expression of finding the Basilisk. I was so happy the monster was dead. I grabbed her hand, squeezing it gently.
"Hermione, we did it. You did it. Voldemort's gone, Ginny's safe, the Basilisk is dead. We couldn't have done this without you," I whispered. I wiped a stray tear from my freckled face. She'd be fine soon. I knew it.
I had never really experienced something like this before. Being so terrified to lose someone. I'd always been so carefree. So naive. Now I realized that I couldn't handle it if anything happened to her. Hermione was my best friend, and I knew that if I lost her, I'd lose a part of myself. Being faced with the knowledge that I almost did lose her, that made me more horrified than anything else in my life.
Who knew that this time almost two years ago I had been making fun of her, treating her so badly, telling myself I didn't want someone like her as a friend? I'd never been so wrong. She'd always be my best friend. I'd never have it any other way.
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Chapter Two finished! Two chapters in one day! I'm quite proud of myself. Yes, it was much shorter than I wanted it to be, but I'll rewrite it if need be later on. Please review!
-Miss Mudblood