A/N HEY ALL! Today is my parents' anniversary, so. Before we eat dinner and have cheesecake (my mom makes the best cheescake ever), I decided to post a chapter for you guys.

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Now let's find out what's wrong with Hermione.

Chapter 7

"God dammit. Dammit. Shit." Fred was past crying. He was angry. He knew it had something to do with Hermione's scar, which Bellatrix had given her during the war, but he didn't know exactly what was wrong with it. He hadn't been there when Bellatrix tortured her. The scar on her left forearm had started to glow like fire after Mediwizard Henry had left. Flickering gold, red, orange and yellow. It had scared Fred, as it was usually just a raised, pale pink scar. Was it like a muggle infection? Or a wizard infection? Fred had never heard of a wizard infection, but had heard of muggle infection from Hermione. Maybe because it had been caused by magic, it could be a very rare infection that is only known to wizards? Fred had no idea and his head was starting to hurt from all the thinking. He lay down next to Hermione who was sleeping peacefully after Henry had instructed Fred not to wake her again, to avoid another frightening reaction. Fred finally got to sleep around two A.M. and he really didn't want to leave Hermione alone to go to work. He didn't want her to wake up. But he wasn't sure she would wake up at all until they found a cure for what she was suffering from.

Henry had said it was a very, very, very rare curse. Apparently the knife Bellatrix used had some sort of enchantment on it, so that what ever harm was inflicted, would never fully heal. Unless, of course someone knew the right charm. Which someone, very high up in the magical society did. Luckily, they were good friends with said someone. Remus Lupin. The werewolf. Very few people knew how advanced in the Defense Against The Dark Arts, despite him having taught it for a year at Hogwarts. Fred guessed that since he was what he was, no one really believed how skilled he was. Look at the other Defense Against The Dark Arts teachers. They were complete rubbish.

Fred woke up with a crick in his neck, and his back hurt like hell. Maybe a side effect of staying up half the night? Possibly. Fred groaned and sat up slowly to find Hermione missing from the bed.

"HERMIONE?!" Fred shouted frantically.

"Yeah?" Hermione called from the kitchen.

"What the hell are you doing out of bed?" Fred questioned.

"What d'you mean. It's what people usually do in the morning," Hermione replied sarcastically.

"Do you not know what happened last night?" Fred whispered. Hermione shook her head no. Fred explained what had happened in great detail, while Hermione's face grew paler and paler as the story progressed.

"Fred. I know what's happening. This has been happening since that happened. It's no big deal." Hermione answered expertly.

"You know, for being the brightest witch of her age, you sure are bloody stupid." Fred told her.

"Hermione. Mediwizard Henry told me you could die from this. It's an extremely rare curse that goes back millions of centuries. And only one person can fix it." Fred continued.

"Well who? Why didn't they just come over and cure me?" Hermione sounded vaguely annoyed.

"Remus Lupin."

"Well call him over and have him cure me!" Hermione shouted in Fred's face. Fred guessed it was a side effectof the curse. Her being grumpy and annoyed half of the time and bright as sunshine the other half.

A/N: CLIFFIE! I'm sorta evil. Just joking. I'm not evil. What if Remus can't fix Hermione? OH NO! I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS! oh. wait. I DO know what happens! I've already written the next chapter! anyways sorry for the short chapter. Until next time, my lovely readers. OH. REVIEW PLEASE? I'd love you forever.