Authoress's note: As usual, the characters do not belong to me, they belong to JKR. This part of the story is from Ron and Hermione's point of view. Every time a * appears, it means that the viewpoint changes from Ron to Herm or vice versa.
Harry Potter and the Time Travel Globe Part 6
*Hermione*
Ron and I were walking to the breakfast hall when Professor Ralone intercepted us. He told us to find Harry and tell him to go to his office immediately, or else.
What choice did we have? If we didn't do that right away, we'd probably end up as toads.
Well, we went to the Gryffindor table, but he wasn't there. Ron suggested that he would be at the Quidditch field. Where else could he be at this early hour?
So we ended up walking on a wet field in search of Harry.
When we reached the field, we saw all the Quidditch members flying around on their two thousand and one Nimbus. Harry was easily distinguished. I mean, which other broomstick can fly as well as a Firebolt?
Ron called out to Harry to come down, and he did. Harry landed right in front of us, and I told him that he was to see Professor Ralone right away.
And then someone shouted, "Harry, look out!"
This Bludger appeared out of nowhere and whacked him right in his face.
*Ron*
After the Bludger hit him in his face, Harry collapsed on the ground and didn't move. His glasses were shattered, and his face was a mess of blood.
Hermione started crying and calling for help. All the Quidditch members landed on the ground and ran over to us. Reggie ordered everyone away and conjured up some sort of stretcher with Harry on it.
Verna ran on ahead to report the accident to Madam Pomfrey.
Reggie ran alongside the stretcher and headed off towards the hospital wing.
Hermione tugged on my sleeve as I bent to pick up the Firebolt. She was really worried. Tears were like, streaming down her face.
But as we started running for the hospital wing, she kept glancing back over her shoulder like she was looking for something.
*Hermione*
Right after the Bludger smacked Harry, I cried out for help. As I looked up, I saw this figure in the Forbidden Forest. It was so big I couldn't see where it ended.
And then the Quidditch team members landed and I forgot all about it, until Ron and I were going to the hospital wing.
When I looked back, it was gone. There was nothing unusual there at all.
But I was too worried about Harry to think about it clearly. I clean forgot about it.
*Ron*
At the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey took over the stretcher and shooed us all away, before closing the door.
She stayed in there for almost half-an-hour. When she appeared again, she looked exhausted.
Before she could say anything, Hermione asked tearfully, "He won't die will he? I mean, there was so much blood and all…" her voice faltered.
"He'll be okay," Madam Pomfrey said reassuringly. "He broke a lot of bones, but I fixed that. But I don't know when he'll wake up."
The bell rang.
"Go for you lessons now," Madam Pomfrey said. "Don't worry. I'll tell you when he wakes up, all right?"
Hermione nodded numbly as she turned away.
*Hermione*
Madam Pomfrey said he'd be okay, but I didn't believe her.
If Harry died, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. I felt it was my fault that the Bludger hit him just when he was talking to me.
I never knew it before, but I loved him. I couldn't bear it if he died.
He had to survive. He just had to.
He couldn't die on me. I didn't have a chance to tell him my feelings yet.
*Ron*
I picked up our bags and steered Hermione towards the Potions class. It was a double period with Slytherin.
Snape sneered as we entered the classroom. "20 points from Gryffindor," he said. "For being late."
I could feel Hermione shaking under my hands.
"Harry got injured!" she screamed. "He's lying in hospital right now and I don't now if he'll live or die and here you are taking marks away because we were sending him to Madam Pomfrey!"
Snape's smile grew wider. "Another outburst and it'll cost you 50 points, Miss Granger," he said coolly.
*Hermione*
I couldn't believe Snape. I knew he was bad, but I didn't expect him to be so bad. He didn't care if Harry lived or not!
That was so unreasonable!
I was clenching my teeth to keep from shouting at him again. I didn't want to lose 50 points for my house.
As I strode to my seat, the Slytherins were leering at me. Malfoy's soft voice stopped me in my tracks.
"So upset about Potter, Granger?" he drawled. "Were you two…up to something when it happened?"
I was shaking with fury. My nails were digging into my palms.
"Huh? Why are you so worried about that freak?"
I exploded. "HE IS NOT A FREAK!" I slapped Malfoy across his face, with all the strength I could muster.
Malfoy gasped and rubbed his cheek. I could still see the shape of my hand imprinted on his cheek.
He narrowed his eyes and glared at me. Not to be outdone, I stared back at him, refusing to blink.
"Fine," he growled. "Fine. See if I won't get you someday, when your boyfriend's not around to rescue you." He spat at my feet.
*Ron*
Malfoy spat at Hermione's feet. I sprung up from my seat and lunged towards him. Just as I was going to land a punch on his stomach, someone caught me by my collar.
It was that slimy git, Snape. He pulled me away from Malfoy and uttered one word. "Detention."
I gaped at him. Couldn't he see that it was Malfoy who started it first?
Hermione was equally upset about that. She started to protest, but kept her mouth shut when Snape turned his eyes to her.
Instead, she hung her head and walked back to her seat. I glared at Snape again and wrenched myself out of his grip. I stalked back to my seat, holding my head up to show that I wasn't sorry that I tried to punch Malfoy.