A/N:: Hey!! This is the sequel to THE WISH, SO READ THAT PLEASE BEFORE U READ THIS OR IT WILL MAKE NO SENSE AT ALL!!!!!! * whew * That took a lot of breath. Well, here's the next part, hope u like it!!!!
THE WISH:: PART II
Ron ran down the steps into the common room, his body flooding with panic. What could have happened? Oh he wished this never took place, the dream, the crying Ginny, him running at top speed to the Girl's dormitories.
As he reached the door of the fifth year girls, he heard a muffled moan. He burst into the room only to find Hermione lying there, covered in blood, shivering and twitching. He looked her over, as if to find some source of this awful scene. Someone or something had in fact, attacked her, he concluded. But what? He fell to his knees, and whispered her name.
" Hermione?"
She twitched slightly, and made a croaking noise in her throat, as if unable to speak. He carefully slid his arms under her legs and shoulders, ready to take her right to Madam Pomfrey.
" Stop, No, STOP!" She choked out, swatting limp arms at him, as if to hit him.
" Hermione, It's okay, It's me, Ron," He said hastily, owing to the fact that her arms were swinging wildly at him.
She moaned, and proceeded to fall back into unconsciousness. He picked her up, ever so gently, and slowly descended the stairs, making sure not to hurt her anymore.
Professor McGonnagal was already in the common room, trying to get an explanation from Ginny and a confused Harry. She gasped as she saw him, carrying Hermione, the terrible sight she looked.
" In the Name of Merlin!" She muttered under her breath, dashing past the sobbing Ginny over to Ron and the horrible form of Hermione.
"Ron, did you find her like this?" she asked, her mouth pursed so it looked like she barely had any lip at all.
" Yes, Professor," He said, summoning up the courage he had left.
"Ron, I want you to lay her down on one of the couches, and I will summon Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledoor," She said urgently. "And none of you, I repeat, NONE OF YOU, are to touch her after she has been laid down."
Professor McGonnagal zoomed out of the portrait hole.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny waited in silence, their eyes wandering to Hermione's limp form every now and then.
After a couple of minutes had passed (which seemed like an eternity to them), Professor McGonnagal returned, followed closely by Madam Pomfrey, and Dumbledoor.
Madam Pomfrey gasped as she saw Hermione laying there, and rushed over to her. She conjured up her supplies, and began to treat Hermione's gashes and scratches.
As she was doing this, Dumbledoor came over, and gazed at them.
" Who was the first to find her?" He asked calmly, his gaze never faltering.
" Me," Ginny squeaked, her face red and her eyes puffy. She then proceeded to tell Dumbledoor how she found Hermione, and then Ron picked the story, retelling what he had saw.
" So none of you saw who did this?" He asked, concern flooding his face.
"No," they all said at once.
" Well, I would like to see all three of you in my office today, but I am afraid you must attend classes first. So after supper, please report there." Then, he left.
By then Madam Pomfrey had magicked Hermione into the hospital wing, and McGonnagal had gone with her. The three, still standing where Dumbledoor had spoken to them, neither speaking a word. They walked to their dormitories, Ginny rubbing her eyes.
The sight haunted Ron all day. All he could think about was her. The horrid scene kept flickering past him again and again, throughout the day. He was so worried, He wasn't dreading Double potions with the Slytherins, as he usually did.
He arrived in Snape's dungeon just in time, the bell rang shortly after he sat down. Draco Malfoy was walking toward him, probably thinking up some nasty remark to make about Harry or his Family.
" So," Draco drawled, his cold eyes scanning the room. "How's your mudblood friend? Dead, is she? Oh well what a shame, making fun of her was starting to grow on me......."
" You know something?" Ron shouted, looking Malfoy straight in the eye.
" Of course I know something, you prat!" He said annoyingly. " I also know for a fact she is dead because I......."
He never got to finish, because Ron had flung himself at him, his teeth bared.
OOOO, I LOVE writing cliffhangers!!! U like?? R/R please!!
Disclaimer:: I own nothing except the idea for this story, all of it is JKR's
THE WISH:: PART II
Ron ran down the steps into the common room, his body flooding with panic. What could have happened? Oh he wished this never took place, the dream, the crying Ginny, him running at top speed to the Girl's dormitories.
As he reached the door of the fifth year girls, he heard a muffled moan. He burst into the room only to find Hermione lying there, covered in blood, shivering and twitching. He looked her over, as if to find some source of this awful scene. Someone or something had in fact, attacked her, he concluded. But what? He fell to his knees, and whispered her name.
" Hermione?"
She twitched slightly, and made a croaking noise in her throat, as if unable to speak. He carefully slid his arms under her legs and shoulders, ready to take her right to Madam Pomfrey.
" Stop, No, STOP!" She choked out, swatting limp arms at him, as if to hit him.
" Hermione, It's okay, It's me, Ron," He said hastily, owing to the fact that her arms were swinging wildly at him.
She moaned, and proceeded to fall back into unconsciousness. He picked her up, ever so gently, and slowly descended the stairs, making sure not to hurt her anymore.
Professor McGonnagal was already in the common room, trying to get an explanation from Ginny and a confused Harry. She gasped as she saw him, carrying Hermione, the terrible sight she looked.
" In the Name of Merlin!" She muttered under her breath, dashing past the sobbing Ginny over to Ron and the horrible form of Hermione.
"Ron, did you find her like this?" she asked, her mouth pursed so it looked like she barely had any lip at all.
" Yes, Professor," He said, summoning up the courage he had left.
"Ron, I want you to lay her down on one of the couches, and I will summon Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledoor," She said urgently. "And none of you, I repeat, NONE OF YOU, are to touch her after she has been laid down."
Professor McGonnagal zoomed out of the portrait hole.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny waited in silence, their eyes wandering to Hermione's limp form every now and then.
After a couple of minutes had passed (which seemed like an eternity to them), Professor McGonnagal returned, followed closely by Madam Pomfrey, and Dumbledoor.
Madam Pomfrey gasped as she saw Hermione laying there, and rushed over to her. She conjured up her supplies, and began to treat Hermione's gashes and scratches.
As she was doing this, Dumbledoor came over, and gazed at them.
" Who was the first to find her?" He asked calmly, his gaze never faltering.
" Me," Ginny squeaked, her face red and her eyes puffy. She then proceeded to tell Dumbledoor how she found Hermione, and then Ron picked the story, retelling what he had saw.
" So none of you saw who did this?" He asked, concern flooding his face.
"No," they all said at once.
" Well, I would like to see all three of you in my office today, but I am afraid you must attend classes first. So after supper, please report there." Then, he left.
By then Madam Pomfrey had magicked Hermione into the hospital wing, and McGonnagal had gone with her. The three, still standing where Dumbledoor had spoken to them, neither speaking a word. They walked to their dormitories, Ginny rubbing her eyes.
The sight haunted Ron all day. All he could think about was her. The horrid scene kept flickering past him again and again, throughout the day. He was so worried, He wasn't dreading Double potions with the Slytherins, as he usually did.
He arrived in Snape's dungeon just in time, the bell rang shortly after he sat down. Draco Malfoy was walking toward him, probably thinking up some nasty remark to make about Harry or his Family.
" So," Draco drawled, his cold eyes scanning the room. "How's your mudblood friend? Dead, is she? Oh well what a shame, making fun of her was starting to grow on me......."
" You know something?" Ron shouted, looking Malfoy straight in the eye.
" Of course I know something, you prat!" He said annoyingly. " I also know for a fact she is dead because I......."
He never got to finish, because Ron had flung himself at him, his teeth bared.
OOOO, I LOVE writing cliffhangers!!! U like?? R/R please!!
Disclaimer:: I own nothing except the idea for this story, all of it is JKR's