A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS! Okay, sorry if I get this up after Christmas but I am going to TRY to get my chapters up before Christmas… if not well than I hope you had a great one. Thanks all for the reviews! Hugs to you all and a big hug to my best friend for emailing me her ideas, I am very grateful Amy! Thanks!

DISCLAIMER: WELL I OWN THE CHARCTERS: Gavin, Lorraine, Amy, Alan, Ivan, Heath and evil nasty Clarissa whom we all hate! Glad you all hate her… you were all meant too. Oh and err the rest belongs to J.K Rowling and Warner Bros.

Chapter Ten: Keeping Hope Alive

"Someone go get Madam Pompfrey!" ordered Dumbledore as he levitated Hermione on a stretcher up to her room.

Mr Weasley disappeared with a pop as Amy cam tearing down the stairs.

"I'm a doctor Albus," said Amy, "Why did you call for a bloody nurse for?"

"Poppy is one of my most trusted healers."

Amy shook her head, "And I'm chopped liver."

"No time to argue!" yelled Narcissa, "Hermione is dying here!"

"Take her too one of the rooms with the bed in the middle of the room… I will need plenty of space to work," said Amy.

She looked around to see Lorraine watching, looking pale.

"Lorraine, go to my room and get my bag of Healing gear. It has the St Mungo's logo on it. Gavin… get me a damp cloth and some water. She is burning up."

"Where is Draco?" cried Narcissa looking around and not noticing her son.

"The balcony," said Blaise, "I'll go get him."

Narcissa nodded and she opened up a bedroom door. Dumbledore levitated the stretcher over to the bed and with help from Mrs Weasley, her and Amy lifted Hermione onto the bed.

Amy looked at Hermione's face. She was a deathly white with bead of sweat all over he face. Her clothes were clinging to her damp, sweaty body.

"Here is your bag," said Lorraine, "What do you want me to do?"

"Does Hermione wear tank tops under her button up shirt?" asked Amy.

"Yes," said Gavin, "Whenever she gets hot, she just unbuttons her shirts."

"Thanks," said Amy taking the bowl of water and cloth from him.

Mrs Weasley ushered the guys out and shut the door, only to have it opened by Madam Pompfrey. Again Mrs Weasley shut the door.

"Before you get started," said Amy eyeing the MEDI nurse, "I'm a doctor from St Mungo's, Hermione's boss… so I have everything under control."

"I will help in anyway I can," replied Pompfrey.

Amy nodded, "Unbutton her top for me."

Pompfrey nodded and Amy rummaged through her bag before pulling out a stethoscope. She put it on and once the buttons were undone she listened for Hermione's heart beat.

Everyone was silent. Narcissa was crying with Mrs Weasley comforting her. Lorraine was still pale and Ginny was fidgeting, biting her bottom lip.

"Her heartbeat is weak. The power she unlocked has knocked her around badly," said Amy calmly, "I need to give her a heart strengthen potion to increase the heart beats… if I don't she could die."

"But that is dangerous!" cried Pompfrey.

"It's all we can do… but we also need to stop this fever before it hits her full force. If it does than that will kill her. Poppy, could you please heal her cut? Molly wipe her face over with the damp cloth. I will talk to the others and see if Gavin has any heart strengthen potion I can use… and anything to kill the fever. Lorraine do you have anything?"

Lorraine shook her head before Amy walked out.

!Z!

Blaise swung open the balcony door to find Draco leaning against the brick wall gazing at the sky. He looked up at Blaise and gave him a small smile.

"Draco you have to come now," said Blaise breathless, "Hermione… she could die… the power nearly killed her."

Draco stood up fast and looked at Blaise, his face had gone pale, "You are lying aren't you?"

"I'm not! Amy is tending to her now!"

Before Blaise could say another word Draco pushed past him and pelted down the corridor. He leaned over the railing and saw Amy talking to all the guys their. Gavin was turning and running up stairs. Harry was leaning on the wall looking every pale.

Draco turned and ran down the stairs past Gavin and stopped right in front of Amy, "What's wrong with her? Is she dead? Tell me!"

"Calm down Draco, I can save her. Her heart is weak, but if I administer the heart strengthen potion to her I can regulate her heartbeats to a normal pace… but I have to be able to do it within 12 hours. She has the start of a fever. If the fever takes hold, it will kill her with her heart the way it is."

"Okay… if she lives… how will she be afterwards?"

"Weak and tired for a while. Her strength will grow to what it was before this over time. How long… I can't predict that now."

"Just as long as she lives… that's all I care about."

Amy nodded as Clarissa strolled down the stairs. Everyone looked at her, including Dumbledore.

"Did some one die?" she drawled coolly.

"Go away Clarissa," replied Amy, "No one is in the mood for your games."

Clarissa shot Amy a death glare but said no more due to Dumbledore watching her.

"Alan and Ivan are watching TV if you wish to see your cousins," said Mr Weasley, "Lorraine sent them their."

Clarissa nodded and barged past Fred and Bill.

"Amy!" cried Gavin running down stairs, "I have the heart strengthen one."

"What about fever killer?"

"I have it at my shop… not with me."

"I have to give her both within ten minutes of each other."

Gavin looked at Dumbledore, "I have to go get them."

"Go," agreed Dumbledore, "Draco you will go with him. You have twenty minutes."

Draco and Gavin nodded and with a loud crack, both were gone.

Amy nodded to the others and turned to walk back into the room as the door burst open and Pompfrey screamed at Amy, "SHE'S HAVING A FIT!"

Amy ran into the room, followed by the guys.

Sure enough there was Hermione jolting about. Her hands were closed into fists as she moved all about on the bed, blankets were sliding off her and the lamp on the bedside table beside her was swaying side to side.

"Oh Merlin," said Amy, "How much power did she unlock?"

"I-I don't know," said Narcissa watching with tears streaming down her face.

"What do we do?" asked Lorraine.

"Hold her down… she can't hurt herself. Lorraine her left leg, Molly her right leg, Harry her left arm, I take her right."

The four pinned Hermione down as she jolted over and over again. Her fever was burning worse and her blood flow was slowing down.

If Gavin and Draco didn't get back in time, Hermione was dead for sure.

!Z!

Clarissa sighed as Alan whacked Ivan on the arm and grabbed the remote.

"Will you both please grow up?" cried Clarissa; "I have a question for you both anyway."

The two troublesome boys turned to face Clarissa waiting for the question.

"What do you think of Amy?"

"She is very nice and is Mummy's friend. She came over to one of Mummy's parties once," said Ivan, "And she came to my party and gave me a toy broom! A toy Firebolt!"

"Alan? What do you think of her?"

"Why do you want to know?" replied Alan frowning at his cousin.

"I am just wondering."

"She's nicer than you. Prettier than you and dresses like a real lady."

Clarissa scowled, "I dress like a lady."

"No you dress like those ladies who stand at the entrance of Knockturn Alley."

"I do not!"

"I've seen girls like you in magazines our cousin Rufus reads. Anyway Amy is my friend, Mum's friend and Ivan's friend."

"Yeah well Amy is going to die someday."

"We are all going to die someday stupid," replied Alan before turning to watch Rugrat's All Grown Up.

Clarissa glared at her cousin's before standing up and walking out and heading to the kitchen to plot her first ever murder.

!Z!

"I have the fever killer potion out the back," said Gavin, "I only have it on the shelf's during winter."

Draco and Gavin ran to the back to the store to the storage room. It was stacked to the roof with crates. All were various sizes.

"Right," said Draco, "Which crate exactly?"

"The K section."

Draco followed Gavin down an isle to the K section.

"Found it," said Gavin pulling the crate out.

He opened it and grabbed three vials and pocketed them.

"Ready?" asked Draco.

"Ready to go where?" drawled a voice behind Draco.

Draco looked at Gavin who had gone pale. Draco turned around to meet the smirk of his ever so unlovable father.

"What are you doing here?" said Draco gripping his wand.

"Where is the blasted girl?"

"Who?"

"Ellawise!"

"There is no Ellawise," snapped Draco, "Ellawise doesn't exist."

"You know very well who I mean boy. Don't make me force it out of you!"

Draco glared at his father, "You can't force anything out of me. Or Gavin. So I suggest you fuck off."

Lucius grabbed Draco by the collar and pulled him towards him.

"Gavin go!" said Draco, "I'll be fine! Just get the potion to Amy."

Gavin nodded and left with a crack leaving Draco to deal with Lucius.

!Z!

"Why isn't she stopping?" said Pompfrey, "I've never seen this before."

"Neither have I," said Amy, "Her fever has worsened. She needs the potions quickly if she is too live. The fit has weakened her greatly. It will be months before she is to recover fully."

"We may not have months," came a breathless voice at the door.

Amy looked over her shoulder and saw Gavin walking towards her. Gavin placed the vials on the bedside table, before noticing Hermione.

"W-what's going on?"

"Hold her arm down for me Gavin," replied Amy, which he did.

Everyone watched as Amy pulled out too empty needles. First she opened the heart strengthen potion and filled the needle with the potion.

"Okay, this I know she will feel. Hold her down tight."

Amy walked over to beside Gavin and cleaned an area of her skin. She inhaled a deep breath and stuck the needle in. Hermione's whole body tensed as Amy pushed the potion into her, exhaling as she did so.

Hurriedly she got the second needle ready, recleaned the same patch of skin and inserted the needle.

As Amy removed the needle Hermione's body relaxed as the fit subsided, she twitched once or twice before inhaling a deep breath.

"Is s-she okay?" asked Ginny.

Amy smiled, "She will live."

Mrs Weasley and Narcissa hugged happily.

"Gavin," said Dumbledore, "What did you mean by not having months?"

"M-mum."

Everyone stopped talking a looked at the door to see Draco fall to the ground.

"Draco!" screamed Narcissa running to him.

She rolled him over to his back and saw that he was covered in cuts and bruises. He was still breathing, deep shallow breaths.

"What happened?" asked Narcissa looking at Gavin.

"We were about to leave when Lucius showed up… him and Draco were arguing and when Lucius grabbed Draco, he told me to leave and… that's all that I know."

Draco opened his eyes and sat up a little, "He used the body binding spell on me and beat me… he wants Hermione… he will do anything to draw her to where he believes she belongs."

"We need to clean you up," said Amy kneeling beside him.

"Hermione… is she okay?"

"She's going to live."

Gavin and Blaise helped Draco up and carried him into the room. They sat him on a chair beside Hermione's bed.

Draco looked at Hermione and smiled, "She is alive… that's good."

Amy smiled and nodded, "But we need to focus on you now."

Draco winced as Amy cleaned a cut under his eye.

All that mattered to Draco was the fact Hermione was alive. He wasn't going to let his father get her… even after what his father said to him that he didn't tell them… Draco knew he would keep her safe… he would even die to keep her alive, because Draco knew… keeping Hermione alive was keeping hope for the world alive.

A/N: Okay there you go. Sorry its not all that long… but you know Hermione is alive and Clarissa is still plotting murder on Amy… but now the question is: What did Lucius tell Draco that he did not tell the rest?

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