Hermione Never Did Die
Chapter Eight
By: A. Madalong
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Who am I?...This is a question I have been asking myself lately. No matter how hard I search my mind, I can not seem to find an answer...But perhaps that's where my fault lies.
Perhaps I should look for the answer elsewhere...in my heart...in my soul...
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The hospital carried the same putrid stench as Hannah Abbot's room had. The smell of death lingered even in the waiting room, among the auras of lament.
Ron Weasley slumped in his chair, glancing anxiously at the ticking clock. Due to the Dark War, it was necessary to have Wizard Doctors in muggle hospitals. Muggles often found their selves casualties to magical ailments, curses and injuries. The Wizard Doctors, undercover and disguised as regular medics, not only tried to cure or save the muggles, but also were responsible for casting memory charms to ensure the secrecy of the Wizardry World.
"Think she's OK?" Harry whispered, leaning toward Ron in his chair.
"Of course she's OK," Ron muttered. "The question is, will we be OK."
Though the Argonauts had authority to use magic on muggles under any circumstance, the two wizards had NOT been on an authorized Argonaut mission that night. Ron was in a pot of boiling water. Surely he would hear from his boss, and father, Arthur Weasley about the unapproved mission- and his using a 'stupefy' spell on a muggle.
A doctor shadowed Ron from the dim light in the hospital lighting. Ron raised his eyes to meet the doctor's. Her chubby neck, and round face warmed him with familiarity.
"Dr. Pomfrey," Ron acknowledged, nodding his worried face.
"Why hello Ron and Harry," she said, with a smile. "Still getting into trouble, I see."
Ron did not return the smile. He simply questioned, "Is she alright?"
Dr. Pomfrey let out a suggestive cough, and signalled for Ron and Harry to follow her, away from the muggles. She lead them to a small hospital room, apart from the regular 'rooms' divided only by green curtains. The room they stood in was only for 'special' cases. The girl appeared to still be unconscious, lying still in the bed- knocked out from the 'stupefy' spell.
"She's been slipping in and out of conscience," Dr. Pomfrey explained. "She'll be alright. After all, it was only a Stupefy curse- a very powerful, unexcepted one, but still a very mild spell. However, her recovery is not what I'm worried about."
Ron and Harry exchanged confused glances. "What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"Well, last time she was conscious, I asked her if she knew her name," Dr. Pomfrey continued. "Her only response was 'Hermione'".
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Her eyelids felt like heavy, wet drapes. She used all her might to heave them open- to create a small slit, revealing her surroundings.
Where was she?...Her eyesight was blurry...She could vaguely see three people, standing around her- two males and one females, though she could not make out any details.
Then, her hearing returned to her. At first, she could only hear the sound of murmured voices and the steady beat of her own heart...Then the sounds became clearer- the voices more familiar.
"She's awake again,"
"Miss? Miss?"
"Can you tell us your name?"
"My name?" she murmured.
She heaved her eyes open, now able to see the man before her. She could see her pale reflection in his green eyes, partly covered by his dark, messy hair...His messy hair...His hair was always like that.
Wait!...How did she know that?...And the scar? He had a scar on his forehead. It meant something- it was important...But how did she know? And why was it familiar?
"Yes, your name please?"
She tried to search for her name. What was her name?...All she could remember was a soft voice, whispering-...whispering her name in her ear, along with the words 'I love you'.
She began to answer, the sound falling from her lips, "My name is...My name is Herm-"
And then- It suddenly hit her- like a speeding bullet, or a double decker bus. She was Samantha Jones. Samantha Jones...The journalist...The journalist who did not know of whispered 'I love you's' , or of silly scars. She knew of her professionalism, and family, and of determination.
"I'm...I'm Samantha Jones."
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A/N: Since the last chapter was a tad on the short side, I put this chapter up early=^_^= I hope you enjoyed!
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