Is that you?
(part 2)
By Janie
A/N: Here's part two, and it's a little short, but enjoy.
Disclaimer: I Only created the plot, and maybe that isn't even mine with all the other stories. But all the characters (except for Martha) belong to J.K.
Rolwing
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"Is it you? IS it really you?" Hermione tried to bring her right hand to her mouth. But the silvery blade cut into her pale skin. "Ouch!" she exclaimed
as the deep crimson blood quickly ran down her arm.
This strange man came closer, and knelt near her, picking up her bleeding wrist. He carefully examined the wound before tearing a strip of his white
cotton shirt. He simply bandaged her hand then briefly gazed into her eyes.
The dark glasses that had hid his eyes this whole time, had slid down his sweaty nose. Finally, Hermione saw them.
His eyes looked tired, and weak, but a glemming tinkle shone brightly in the afternoon sun. As she peered into his eyes, she knew, she knew she was
not alone, that he was alive and he was here. She knew everything was okay, and she could survive. She knew all this because those eyes that looked
longingly into her soul belonged to a Mr. Harry Potter.
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Hermione awoke, her back stiff and her body cold. She lay on the hard, cold, concrete, Hogwarts front stairs, as rain drizzled trough the sky. She
felt tired, hoping all this wasn't a stupid dream. The makeshift bandage was still there, he was alive.
"Oh, Great Wizards! Hermione!" Martha cried running out the door, interrupting Hermione's deep thought. "Are you alright? Come on inside out
of the cold!" She said dragging Hermione into the building.
"NO!" Hermione screamed at her. Martha let go of her arm and brought her hand to her mouth. Hermione hadn't spoken to a single person, no one,
not a soul, well, since . . . it happened.
"Hermione! Oh, Hermione! Please talk!" Martha pleaded. "Please talk to me!"
"Martha, you thick headed mule, knows very well that I can talk. I could speak all this time, but not to you. So just leave me alone! I need to go, I
must find him! And your not going to stop me!" Hermione cried stumbling to the door.
"But Hermione, your sick! Come to Madam Profery! Please! And who must you find?" she asked dreading the answer.
"Harry! I must find Harry!" Hermione croaked.
"But Hermione, Harry's. . . dead, he has been for a while, you know that; and he isn't coming back. I'm sorry, but even if you do look for him he
won't be there, he's dead." Martha said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I'm soooo sorry, but he's
gone, he's gone, never coming back." Martha came over to Hermione, trying to engulf her into a hug.
Hermione trashed and twisted, till Martha's arms went limp, and backed off.
"No, You don't understand! I saw him in the woods! He isn't dead! I saw him , and I have proof!" Hermione thrush out her hand showing Martha
the white bandage that was tightly bound to her bleeding wrist. "See! He did this! I cut myself and he bandaged my wrist!"
"Oh, I see, and didn't it appear to you that you could have done it? I understand you don't want to admit the fact that Harry's dead. Fine, go, if you
really need to prove yourself, just don't put yourself in danger for a dead man. He's dead and has a grave next to his mother and father. There's nothing
more! Hermione you need to just let go of Harry!" Martha pleaded.
"No! Harry is alive, and I'll prove it if it's the last thing I do!" Hermione yelled, but then tripped, falling into a heap on the floor, sobbing. "It's not fair,
he's alive! Why doesn't any one believe me!" Hermione cried. "Why?!"
"Very good question my dear," Dumbledore startled her. He had just arrived and had heard Hermione's desperate plea. "There is someone who believes
you. You see, I too, believe that Mr. H. Potter is as alive as you and me. You are just the very few to find him."
"I'm right? He really is alive? I'm not crazy? Please tell me I'm not crazy?" Hermione cried to the Headmaster.
"He's alive and well, but, I not one to be the judge of your sanity, Miss Granger. He' s out in the world somewhere, who knows his exact location, but I
trust you will soon enough be in his company. Now Miss Hailey(Martha), you take Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing. Please be sure Miss Granger is
ready to leave tomorrow morning. We had a Potter to find" the delighted Headmaster said.
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Later that day:
"Professor, you wasted to talk to me?" Hermione asked nervously, walking into the Professor Mc Gogonall's office.
"Yes," she said looking up from a book called 'Magical Minds', " I wanted to talk to you about your trip tomorrow. I will warn you, do not suspect to
find him on the first day, not even in the first week. To find him within the first month would certainly quick. Do you realize that Harry could be anywhere
in the world? Or that he may truly be not who you think he is." Noticing Hermione's scared look, she said "Don't worry, you will find him, I know you, you're strong, but he's stronger. Good luck Hermione" She smiled.
"Thank you, Professor"
"Please, you've known me long enough, call me Minerva"
She simply smiled, a weak, sad smile, as she left, knowing she would probably never return, because she would not be able to deal with . . . the pain.
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She unsteadily sat on the broom, ready to leave. Breathing deeply, she kicked off the nice solid ground. Finally she prided open her eyes and looked back
waving to her only 'family' she was leaving behind.
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A/N: So what ya think, I no it's weird but NE-way the next part should B coming soon.
(part 2)
By Janie
A/N: Here's part two, and it's a little short, but enjoy.
Disclaimer: I Only created the plot, and maybe that isn't even mine with all the other stories. But all the characters (except for Martha) belong to J.K.
Rolwing
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"Is it you? IS it really you?" Hermione tried to bring her right hand to her mouth. But the silvery blade cut into her pale skin. "Ouch!" she exclaimed
as the deep crimson blood quickly ran down her arm.
This strange man came closer, and knelt near her, picking up her bleeding wrist. He carefully examined the wound before tearing a strip of his white
cotton shirt. He simply bandaged her hand then briefly gazed into her eyes.
The dark glasses that had hid his eyes this whole time, had slid down his sweaty nose. Finally, Hermione saw them.
His eyes looked tired, and weak, but a glemming tinkle shone brightly in the afternoon sun. As she peered into his eyes, she knew, she knew she was
not alone, that he was alive and he was here. She knew everything was okay, and she could survive. She knew all this because those eyes that looked
longingly into her soul belonged to a Mr. Harry Potter.
(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())())(())(())(())
Hermione awoke, her back stiff and her body cold. She lay on the hard, cold, concrete, Hogwarts front stairs, as rain drizzled trough the sky. She
felt tired, hoping all this wasn't a stupid dream. The makeshift bandage was still there, he was alive.
"Oh, Great Wizards! Hermione!" Martha cried running out the door, interrupting Hermione's deep thought. "Are you alright? Come on inside out
of the cold!" She said dragging Hermione into the building.
"NO!" Hermione screamed at her. Martha let go of her arm and brought her hand to her mouth. Hermione hadn't spoken to a single person, no one,
not a soul, well, since . . . it happened.
"Hermione! Oh, Hermione! Please talk!" Martha pleaded. "Please talk to me!"
"Martha, you thick headed mule, knows very well that I can talk. I could speak all this time, but not to you. So just leave me alone! I need to go, I
must find him! And your not going to stop me!" Hermione cried stumbling to the door.
"But Hermione, your sick! Come to Madam Profery! Please! And who must you find?" she asked dreading the answer.
"Harry! I must find Harry!" Hermione croaked.
"But Hermione, Harry's. . . dead, he has been for a while, you know that; and he isn't coming back. I'm sorry, but even if you do look for him he
won't be there, he's dead." Martha said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, I'm soooo sorry, but he's
gone, he's gone, never coming back." Martha came over to Hermione, trying to engulf her into a hug.
Hermione trashed and twisted, till Martha's arms went limp, and backed off.
"No, You don't understand! I saw him in the woods! He isn't dead! I saw him , and I have proof!" Hermione thrush out her hand showing Martha
the white bandage that was tightly bound to her bleeding wrist. "See! He did this! I cut myself and he bandaged my wrist!"
"Oh, I see, and didn't it appear to you that you could have done it? I understand you don't want to admit the fact that Harry's dead. Fine, go, if you
really need to prove yourself, just don't put yourself in danger for a dead man. He's dead and has a grave next to his mother and father. There's nothing
more! Hermione you need to just let go of Harry!" Martha pleaded.
"No! Harry is alive, and I'll prove it if it's the last thing I do!" Hermione yelled, but then tripped, falling into a heap on the floor, sobbing. "It's not fair,
he's alive! Why doesn't any one believe me!" Hermione cried. "Why?!"
"Very good question my dear," Dumbledore startled her. He had just arrived and had heard Hermione's desperate plea. "There is someone who believes
you. You see, I too, believe that Mr. H. Potter is as alive as you and me. You are just the very few to find him."
"I'm right? He really is alive? I'm not crazy? Please tell me I'm not crazy?" Hermione cried to the Headmaster.
"He's alive and well, but, I not one to be the judge of your sanity, Miss Granger. He' s out in the world somewhere, who knows his exact location, but I
trust you will soon enough be in his company. Now Miss Hailey(Martha), you take Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing. Please be sure Miss Granger is
ready to leave tomorrow morning. We had a Potter to find" the delighted Headmaster said.
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Later that day:
"Professor, you wasted to talk to me?" Hermione asked nervously, walking into the Professor Mc Gogonall's office.
"Yes," she said looking up from a book called 'Magical Minds', " I wanted to talk to you about your trip tomorrow. I will warn you, do not suspect to
find him on the first day, not even in the first week. To find him within the first month would certainly quick. Do you realize that Harry could be anywhere
in the world? Or that he may truly be not who you think he is." Noticing Hermione's scared look, she said "Don't worry, you will find him, I know you, you're strong, but he's stronger. Good luck Hermione" She smiled.
"Thank you, Professor"
"Please, you've known me long enough, call me Minerva"
She simply smiled, a weak, sad smile, as she left, knowing she would probably never return, because she would not be able to deal with . . . the pain.
(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())(())
She unsteadily sat on the broom, ready to leave. Breathing deeply, she kicked off the nice solid ground. Finally she prided open her eyes and looked back
waving to her only 'family' she was leaving behind.
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A/N: So what ya think, I no it's weird but NE-way the next part should B coming soon.