CHAPTER EIGHT
Hermione Granger woke up on a cot, she obviously knew she was in the medical ward, and she was confused. How did she even get here, why? Then it came rushing back to her, the troll, Harry, the flames, Ron, the teachers…The Headmaster?! He did something, she knew he did something, but her mind just could not focus on the memories, she growled to herself and tried to stand up. Only to realize she couldn't and settled herself back in. She needed to tell someone, she needed to tell Harry, why, she did not know, but she needed to warn him now!
"Hermione?" She started as a soft voice sounded from behind her curtains; she stayed silent wondering if she was hearing things.
"Hermione?" The voice came again, and she recognized it has Harry, her slithering friend.
"Harry!" She called out worried; she knew he shouldn't have been out and about moving it would worry his wounds.
"Oh, Hermione!" Harry Potter, the boy- who- lived, cried out, in relief. He wobbled as he dragged himself on his feet to her, throwing his arms around her.
"I was so worried, Hermione, when I woke up I thought they'd had taken you, I thought, sirs would do something to you, I thought, you died!" Harry cried in relief. Hermione caught on to what he was saying. It had occurred to her in the mist of their relief party that Harry looked very different, not so much his basic appearance, but the way he carried himself. Hermione stared at the teary-eyed male. Then she sucked in a breath...OH. Hermione, was a smart person, she was top of her classes, and even had skipped many grades, in fact, Hermione was so darn smart she was in college when she got her Hogwarts letter, she agreed only after she had major proof. So to say, she did not understand was a huge understatement, she knew, it was quick puzzle pieces closing in. The way the teachers treated her friend, how the students treated him, the world, how small he was, how timid…Hermione Granger knew, and yet, she finally understood exactly why she felt connected, for the boy in front of her had a purple flame on his forehead.
She read it somewhere, she knew what it meant. She blinked; her friend was staring at her in awe as well. She raised her hands to her face. She didn't feel anything different
"Was there something on my face?" She asked. He nodded.
"You got green flames coming out your forehead, Hermione. Why?" He asked and she blinked, so she had it too.
"HARRY/HERMIONE!" They jumped as a loud yell sounded next to them, only to squeak as arms tighten them into a hold.
"RON, LET US GO RIGHT NOW!" Hermione scolded. She glared at the sheepish redhead, and she noticed something too, he had red flames coming out of his forehead. The redhead looked at them.
"Is there something on my face?" Hermione sighed, she had research to do. Her mind, also whispered, "Andfriend to help." She knew she was going into the long haul.
"You have failed me, once again, Quirrel!" A deep menacing voice sounded out into a silent room. A tall figure stood in front of a mirror, or well stood facing away from the mirror. The man was bald, and he was the current Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. The man was paled face, and sweating, he held up another mirror to look into the full body one, on the back of his head, was a grotesque face, shaped inhuman, she the man's red eyes pierced into the small handheld mirror he held up to see the ugly thing that was his master.
"I'm sorry master, I did not expect the boy to care for the girl as much, to go out of his way and save her…I miscalculated." The owner of the frontal face, whimpered, he knew as well as his master that he had not miscalculated, that the boy did exactly as they expected, but he had failed to cast the curse to kill the boy…no, he saw the thing, he did everything to bring the killing curse home, the boy was just lucky the curse hit the troll exactly at the time the creatures club rain down upon the things head. There was a reason troll's used clubs, it was the one thing that couldn't kill them, but could kill anyone else, it was magicked that way.
"MISCALCULATED! That boy did not die, we cast the killing curse, the gutting jinx, we cast almost every curse there was, and the only thing that happened was the boy's friend broke her foot, and the troll died. We had to magic a spike of wood to even wound him…WOUND HIM! Do you know what will happen if we cannot kill the boy by the end of this year." Quirrel whimpered as he listened to his master scold him, he knew full well the consequences, he had until the end of this year to kill the boy to break the bond, to break the curse, to bring his master back with immortality. Did he need to do something? A thought popped up.
"Master I think I know what we should do," Quirrel smirked, this could work.
"Yes?" The grotesque looking face raised a nonexistent eyebrow in question.
"We have a feeding due soon, I heard from an overly friendly giant, and a twinkle-eyed old fool, that this year's detentions will be held by the professors' choosing…I say we cause a little accident with our residential father's boy, and our little problem….we can push their little problem off on the shoulders of our residential gatekeeper and voila, a nice little opportunity to take the boy. The looks on the world's faces as their precious poster boy is gutted like a fish in the forbidden forest, we can make it look like an accident. Kill two birds with one stone; no one would ever see our precious treasure missing." Quirrel smirked wider, as his master grew giddier, and a malice smile bloomed onto the parasites face.
"Yes, that could work…May this be one more opportunity to redeem yourself you foolish host or I will do what I should have done and taken over the rest of your body." Quirrelnodded, and rushed to get his plans in order.
Madam Pomphrey set her eyes upon the empty cot and she narrowed her eyes, her patient was missing, then she looked down, to study the mess on the floor. Smirking upon seeing a trail, she followed. Not long after she found herself in front of one of her other patients. Of course, the boy would wake and go searching for his friend. She almost smiled in exasperation, it was so predictable, then she frowns, of course, it was, her mind flashed to his file, and the number of problems found. She had a lot to work out, but she was determined to help him at least for something. She pulled open the curtain, and paused, on the cot laid three children, a black-haired boy, scarred and thin, sickly looking; a girl with bushy brown hair and a stern appearance, and a redhead boy with a wild naivety to him. She knew who they were, she knew that they had a friendship, and she felt pride in know that three different people, all coming from different backgrounds could come together and form an unbreakable bond, she knew the feeling all too well. She decided to heal the black haired boy with a quick spell and let them sleep. For all they knew, the troll accident was just that an accident, no use worry the young for something adults were meant to handle.
Severus Snape heard his floo buzz and knew that someone was trying to fire call him. He hurried to pick up the mess of alcohol bottles; it was shameful to let anyone know just how much he tried to drown his sorrows with poison drinks. As he cleaned he felt glad that the wizardry world had even created communicated via fireplace, it made it so much easier than telephones the nonmagical's use. He picked up his floo….correction; he bent down and stuck his head into his burning fireplace, the flames thankfully magicked green to indicate a call. He slightly worried someday he would burn his face by doing this.
"Severus I need you to create these potions…" The voice of Madam Pomphrey sounded out, the image of her face coming through to the ash. Severus frowned as he listened to her list of the many potions. Why would she need these many…ah…Potter…that's right… He just nodded and made a mental note of them.
"Oh, and Severus, while I do not understand what you are going through, I have not forgotten what I have seen inside that boy's head, and while you are not a perfect man, I had expected better professionalism from you. However, you and I will have a talk, I will not let another patient pass me by, and Mister Potter isn't the only one in need." Severus sneered at what the medic witch said. How dare she, he was not weak.
"Madam Pomphrey, you will do no such thing, let me remind you that I too have a mind magic's master and certification, that I am in need of no help, we will not be having that talk. Goodnight, Madam." He sneered and moved to get up, but her voice stopped him.
"Severus…I am not stupid, I am not ignorant of your past, nor the manipulation has our boss put us through. With the war, and losing our precious people, I am old Severus. I am not pitting you, you need help, and I know you loved them, but this guilt tripping yourself into an early grave has to stop. You are not to blame, Severus, you did everything you could to get their attention, you tried everything, it was James and Lily's fault for never seeing what they left behind. Come to my dorm, we will have supper and a talk, you need to have a person you can trust…or at least someone to rely on, no one deserves to bear this kind of pain alone." Severus was quiet for a moment, her words struck a chord in him, he knew, he knew full well what she meant, but that didn't mean he would go quietly.
"I don't need anyone, especially you, you say you know, however you know nothing of what I have been through. Old does not mean wise, woman, I am beyond saving, you can just go back to your patients and leave me alone, we are done." With that Severus hung up, he did not need some old woman yapping at him, bring up old pains, he just wanted to forget, he walked to his bedroom, flopping onto his bad, and staring listlessly unto the wall, a tear slide down his face, he just wanted to go back.
Madam Pomfrey sighed as she sat back unto her office chair. She knew he would react like this, he was a private man, and made many mistakes. She looked at the picture on her desk it was of her and her kids, she smiled sadly, she made many as well. She knew, however, that it would be a matter of time before he came to her, he was after all one of her precious Hogwarts students, even if he was grown and now a professor.
Then she frowned, her thoughts going to her dear Boss, she narrowed her eyes, and hears a glass shatter, she took a deep breath, it did no good for her magic to react without control. He had no right, no right to try and take her freedom, her right to be a healer. She was also angered at her friend's sake, McGonagall did her best for every student, she always knew what went on and did her best in everything, for him to try and manipulate them both, by using underhanded means, pissed her off, she did not earn this position for some fruity old man to try and take that right from her. She growled this was the last tick of many ticks he caused her if only she'd had put a stop to his uncanny puppet master tendencies when he was younger and was under her care. Then she snorted, that man would never have changed, he learned from his soulmate after all.
Hey guys
I'm Back
I've had the craziest week
But I made it through
Got a new computer
love it to bits
was able to make a proper
Chapter and voila
Came back kicking ass
and taking names.
So...
I hope you liked
this chapter
It's not as long
as I'd hoped it would have been
but whatever
it at least has depth
Madam Pomfrey
is my bestie
I'm telling you
she's turning out to
be amazing~!
Oh and guess
what?
The all awaiting character has arrived
as a grotesque face on the back of qurriel's skull.
Yeah, fun fact that face need's food
yeah
It's a weird thing alright
but the story is finally
FINALLy!
Progressing, lol
Yay
