Part 6 – Kat
I watched with curiosity as McGonagall went over to Granger, and checked her pulse and breathing.
'What's happened?' Potter asked.
'She's unconscious.' McGonagall replied. I thought that was a pretty stupid thing to say – wasn't that obvious? 'I don't know why, though.'
She turned to me. 'Mr. Malfoy…' She began. What have I done now? 'Please may you go and fetch Madame Pomfrey.'
I got up out of my seat and left the dungeon classroom without answering her. Stupid mudblood would have to get all the attention as usual, wouldn't she? I hope Professor Snape's back soon, McGonagall's bad enough in Transfiguration, never mind in Potions as well. She has no idea what she's doing, that's obvious. All we do is take notes, what good is that? We won't learn anything unless we actually have a go at making the potions. Learning about them isn't any good if that's all we do.
I reached the hospital wing, and opened the door. There were one or two beds that were occupied, with curtains drawn around them, but no sign of Madame Pomfrey. She wasn't at her desk, and there was no reply when I called her name. There was a note on her desk, however. It read:
I will be out of the hospital wing for the morning. If urgent, go to the staff room.
In my opinion, the situation wasn't urgent – Granger was just trying to get attention, but the teachers wouldn't see it like that. If it were one of us Slytherins then McGonagall wouldn't turn a hair (A/N: Is that the saying?) but if it's Miss Granger, teacher's pet, then we have to declare a state of emergency!
I'll tell my father about this! (A/N: I just wanted to say that!) The teachers are getting soft, and the hospital wing is being left unattended. I continued musing as I made my way up to the staff room. I knocked on the door, and a few seconds later Dumbledore appeared at the door.
'Um… Professor Dumbledore…' I began, uncertain of what to say. I wasn't expecting Dumbledore to answer the staff room door. 'Um… Hermione Granger collapsed in Potions… I was sent to get Madame Pomfrey from the hospital wing but she wasn't there. She left a note saying to come here.'
Dumbledore looked strangely uncomfortable. 'Wait a second.' He told me, and disappeared inside the staff room.
The staff room chairs seemed hard and uncomfortable compared to the comfort of my bed, but Albus was insistent that Poppy had another look at me, but she needed to be somewhere where she could be found if necessary. Albus had been listening to everything she told me when there was a knock at the staff room door. He went off to see who was there, and I could hear the unmistakable voice of Draco Malfoy talking to him.
Albus came back a minute later, telling Poppy that she was needed down in the dungeons; that Miss Granger had collapsed. He looked pale and worried, and I know he had good reason to. Miss Granger was our only help – it something happened to her, then… well I don't even want to think about what will happen.
He Who Must Not Be Named is still haunting me. I don't have the heart to worry Albus even more, so I am keeping this all to myself. I'm scared, more scared than I've ever been in my whole life. He's making me paranoid.
I know he wants me dead, and I know that he'll do it in a way I least suspect. I'm scared to eat in case the food's poisoned, or drink in case the drink's poisoned. Most people will probably think I'm being stupid, but most people aren't at the top of He Who Must Not Be Named's "To Kill" list.
My cuts and bruises are healing, but I'm not physically recovering. I'm still weak and shaky, and I know that that worries Albus and Poppy. I know it's because I'm not eating, and I know that that's a bad thing, but I can't bring myself to do so. As I've thought before, He Who Must Not Be Named's driving me insane; he's making me kill myself…