A/N:: Sorry this has taken soooo long I've just been sooooooo busy!!!! Well, i really don't know what I wanna do with this series, it just kinda rolls out of my head as I write it, so R/R please!!
Disclaimer:: I own nothing but the idea.
THE WISH PT V
Ron stared up at the canopy of his four-poster, emerged in thought. He didn't know what to think anymore. Was Voldemort really tring to kill Hermione and Him? Did Voldemort really want Harry that bad? He didn't want anything to happen to Harry, or Hermione. His head was overflowing with fears and worries that fought to get out. He wished.....He wished......everything was just normal again.
Before he knew it, Harry was shaking Ron awake.
" Argh, five more minutes," He grumbled, rubbing his groggy eyes.
" Ron, Ron, It's Hermione!" Harry gasped, his Green eyes flickering with panic. "I can't find her anywhere!"
Ron jerked up, and jumped out of bed, His stomach giving an awful lurch.
" Her-Hermione? You can't find her anywhere?" He gulped, his parched throat begging for water.
" No. Lavender said she wasn't in the dorm and she's definetely not in the common room," Harry said, shaking.
" Well, lets go then!" Ron said determinedly, grabbing Harry's arm. " She's got to be somewhere!"
They burst out of the portrait hole, and into the hall. Where could she be, Where could she be?? He asked himself. Then it dawned on him.
"The Library." He muttered, and Harry seemed to have thought the same thing.
They ran at full speed down the halls, crashing into early-risers as they trundled down the corridors. They finally reached the Library, and pushed through the wooden doors......
"Hermione!" Ron yelled, running over to her, his whole body feeling relieved.
"What?" She said lazily. She was merely here brushing up on some of the Arithmancy she had missed when she was in the hospital wing.
" You scared us half to death!" Ron shouted hoarsly, his throat felt even more dry.
She looked confused. " I scared you half to death? What?"
"We couldn't find you anywhere," Harry started, his face looking relieved too.
" And well.." Ron continued, " With all the stuff going on, I guess we just, well, thought the worse, and well......."
" Oh you guys!" Hermione looked at them, a look of thanks and love in her eyes. "You are so....well......Thanks for worring about me," She finished, obviously not knowing what to do.
Just then, the Library doors burst open, and Professor McGonagall stumbled in, Her face stone cold and her eyes sharp.
" Weasley, Potter, Granger," She said, trembling slightly, " You are needed in the Hospital wing right now."
The three of them looked at each other, none of them able to comprehend the situation. What happened? They all thought.
They made their way to the hospital wing, uncertainess flooding their bodies like an unwelcome intruder. They entere the infirmary, and Hermione gasped.
Ron ran over to the bed, where a pale girl, with flaming red hair laid, sleeping, or unconcious.
"Ginny!" He shouted, kneeling by the bed. Fred and George were already there, and frightened looks replaced their usual cheerful ones.
" What happened?" said Hermione shakily, running up to Ron's side, Harry doing the same.
" She hasn't woken up yet," Fred said, his eyes sad looking. " She's not dead though, just unconcious."
She was covered with gashes and scratches, which were all bloody and messy. Madam Pomfrey was obviously brewing the potion in which to fix them with.
"Where was she found?" Harry asked, eyeing Ginny carefully, as if trying to solve this mystery.
" Well," said George, " She was in her dorm, and her fourth year friends found her laying there when they woke up." He wore the same look as His twin, terrified.
Dumbledore then burst into the room, and still wearing his night clothes, spoke in a rushed voice.
" Harry, Ron, and Hermione, please come to my office, and Fred and George , please stay with her." He gestured to Ginny, and then lead Harry, Ron and Hermione out.
Ron fought back tears as they walked toward Dumbledore's office. As if she knew how he was feeling, Hermione took his hand and squeezed it slightly. They walked like that queitly, them nor Harry speaking a word. This was all too much for Ron. Hermione's prescence made him feel slightly calmer, but he couldn't get the vision of his little sister out of his head. What was wrong?
Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! A CLIFFIE!!!!! PLease R/R, and I know everyone hates cliffies, so i write them so people will read my next story *devious grin* . also, i wont post my next part until I GET 10 REVIEWS, SO GET REVIEWING!!!!
Disclaimer:: I own nothing but the idea.
THE WISH PT V
Ron stared up at the canopy of his four-poster, emerged in thought. He didn't know what to think anymore. Was Voldemort really tring to kill Hermione and Him? Did Voldemort really want Harry that bad? He didn't want anything to happen to Harry, or Hermione. His head was overflowing with fears and worries that fought to get out. He wished.....He wished......everything was just normal again.
Before he knew it, Harry was shaking Ron awake.
" Argh, five more minutes," He grumbled, rubbing his groggy eyes.
" Ron, Ron, It's Hermione!" Harry gasped, his Green eyes flickering with panic. "I can't find her anywhere!"
Ron jerked up, and jumped out of bed, His stomach giving an awful lurch.
" Her-Hermione? You can't find her anywhere?" He gulped, his parched throat begging for water.
" No. Lavender said she wasn't in the dorm and she's definetely not in the common room," Harry said, shaking.
" Well, lets go then!" Ron said determinedly, grabbing Harry's arm. " She's got to be somewhere!"
They burst out of the portrait hole, and into the hall. Where could she be, Where could she be?? He asked himself. Then it dawned on him.
"The Library." He muttered, and Harry seemed to have thought the same thing.
They ran at full speed down the halls, crashing into early-risers as they trundled down the corridors. They finally reached the Library, and pushed through the wooden doors......
"Hermione!" Ron yelled, running over to her, his whole body feeling relieved.
"What?" She said lazily. She was merely here brushing up on some of the Arithmancy she had missed when she was in the hospital wing.
" You scared us half to death!" Ron shouted hoarsly, his throat felt even more dry.
She looked confused. " I scared you half to death? What?"
"We couldn't find you anywhere," Harry started, his face looking relieved too.
" And well.." Ron continued, " With all the stuff going on, I guess we just, well, thought the worse, and well......."
" Oh you guys!" Hermione looked at them, a look of thanks and love in her eyes. "You are so....well......Thanks for worring about me," She finished, obviously not knowing what to do.
Just then, the Library doors burst open, and Professor McGonagall stumbled in, Her face stone cold and her eyes sharp.
" Weasley, Potter, Granger," She said, trembling slightly, " You are needed in the Hospital wing right now."
The three of them looked at each other, none of them able to comprehend the situation. What happened? They all thought.
They made their way to the hospital wing, uncertainess flooding their bodies like an unwelcome intruder. They entere the infirmary, and Hermione gasped.
Ron ran over to the bed, where a pale girl, with flaming red hair laid, sleeping, or unconcious.
"Ginny!" He shouted, kneeling by the bed. Fred and George were already there, and frightened looks replaced their usual cheerful ones.
" What happened?" said Hermione shakily, running up to Ron's side, Harry doing the same.
" She hasn't woken up yet," Fred said, his eyes sad looking. " She's not dead though, just unconcious."
She was covered with gashes and scratches, which were all bloody and messy. Madam Pomfrey was obviously brewing the potion in which to fix them with.
"Where was she found?" Harry asked, eyeing Ginny carefully, as if trying to solve this mystery.
" Well," said George, " She was in her dorm, and her fourth year friends found her laying there when they woke up." He wore the same look as His twin, terrified.
Dumbledore then burst into the room, and still wearing his night clothes, spoke in a rushed voice.
" Harry, Ron, and Hermione, please come to my office, and Fred and George , please stay with her." He gestured to Ginny, and then lead Harry, Ron and Hermione out.
Ron fought back tears as they walked toward Dumbledore's office. As if she knew how he was feeling, Hermione took his hand and squeezed it slightly. They walked like that queitly, them nor Harry speaking a word. This was all too much for Ron. Hermione's prescence made him feel slightly calmer, but he couldn't get the vision of his little sister out of his head. What was wrong?
Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!! A CLIFFIE!!!!! PLease R/R, and I know everyone hates cliffies, so i write them so people will read my next story *devious grin* . also, i wont post my next part until I GET 10 REVIEWS, SO GET REVIEWING!!!!