Speak

Chapter Nine

"Hermione, Hermione!" I cry, rushing into her room without bothering to knock.

She was in bed, and her only response was to pull her pillow over her head. I, however, was too desperate for answers to be dismissed by this action. I walked over to her bed, and pulled her covers off, snatched her pillow, and proceeded to poke her until she looked at me with a murderous look in her eye. If looks could kill…

"You could have had at least the courtesy to knock! For all you know, I could have been naked." Ironically, that's what I thought when Hermione barged into my room without knocking. But that's completely beside the point.

"Now then, what was so important that you couldn't wait?" Hermione asked with an irritated expression. I gulped. Now that I was actually face to face with her, I wasn't sure how to put what had happened into words. Maybe I should have just ignored them; maybe it was just the result of being in a coma for so long. That dreams become reality and vice versa, and soon it is hard to tell which is which.

"Well, I was taking a walk, and soon I came across a small pub." I began, fiddling with a stray piece of brown hair.

"Wow, a pub. How incredible. May I please have my blankets back so I can go back to sleep?" Hermione mumbled sarcastically. I sighed. With Hermione in this mood, it would be even harder to make her understand.

"I'm not done yet. So I walked inside, because to most, it wasn't even noticeable, and I wanted to know why. They were having a celebration of some sort. I began to overhear things. Things about Hogwarts reopening, a celebration of the defeat of Voldemort and his death eaters by Harry Potter. They sounded rather familiar, and I remembered that in the car ride home from the hospital that you mentioned those words."

Hermione looked more awake now. She climbed out of bed, stretched, and rubbed her eyes. If it had been any other conversation, I would have complimented her pajamas, a lion with a red and gold background.

"At least those fools are getting better at hiding their celebrations. All right then. I suppose you want an explanation?" I nod eagerly, happy that at last she is taking me seriously.

"I suppose I knew you would find out, which is why I did not take great care in hiding it from you. I just didn't expect it to be so soon. All right then, here is the truth: we are all witches and wizards. Hogwarts is the school all witches and wizards from England go to when they are eleven, and finish when they are seventeen. This next part is really hard to explain, and made even harder by your lost of memory, but I shall try my best.

"There is a division in the wizarding world: those whose entire family are witches and wizards are known as pure-bloods. Those of us, myself included, who are either the only witches in our family (and we are known as muggle borns, because a muggle is what we call people without magic) or somewhere in our line we either have a muggle born or a muggle. Those are called half bloods. Most people agree on the fact that your parentage has nothing to do with how good a witch or wizard you are, but there are those who disagree.

"One such wizard under the name of Voldemort felt that way. He felt that the only suitable witches and wizards were those who ere pure bloods. He and a group of followers called Death Eaters went around torturing and killing muggle borns and muggles, trying to rid the world of them. There is more to the story, but I think Harry is the only one who can properly tell you this part, as it is his story." I nod again, feeling a lack of emotion. Perhaps I feel this way because the words had not yet sunk in. Just then the door bell rang.

"Can you answer that? Meanwhile I'll try to get ready." Hermione asked, getting completely out of bed. She and I both know that getting ready does not mean getting dress, it means trying to cover up her red puffy eyes.

The doorbell rings again, and I rush to the door. It is Ron and Harry.

"Hello Kendra. Is Hermione there?" Harry asked, a grave expression on his face.

"Hello. Come in. Hermione will be with you in a second." I feel like a butler. They come in, and sit down on her couch. In a second, Hermione is out. When she sees who it is, it takes her a second to regain her control and not burst out crying.

"Hermione, I need your help."

A/N- The next chapter is really exciting. But I gave a really important clue in this chapter. Anyone who can figure it out gets the chapter in the far future when it is revealed dedicated to them. So review review review!

Sophie