Hermione sat up in bed. "Noooooo!" She screamed. "No, stay away! Stay away!"
Ron and his wife, Sylvia, ran
into the room. They sat down on the bed, on either side of Hermione. Sylvia wrapped
her arms around her.
"Hey, it's going to be
alright." She said comfortingly.
"Yeah." Agreed Ron. "And
remember, we're here for you."
Hermione blew her nose.
"Thanks, guys."
**********************
The Phone
call…
Harry: Hello?
Ron: It's me, Ron.
H: What's it this time?
R: Do you remember the time
when you used to be nice?
H: What did you say?
R: (sighs) Nothing, but I
really think you should see someone.
H: (shouting now) Who do you
think you are? You don't rule my life! (Hangs up)
R: Listen, I was just saying…
Harry, Harry. Oh…
**********************
Knock, knock. Harry opened
the door. A person in red with salvos written on it was standing
outside. "Get on with it." He said.
"Um, I just wanted to know if
you would like to donate any money to the Salvation Army." The person in red
said.
"Do you think I have the time
or money to donate money to some army?" Harry shouted.
"Err…" The red person smiled
his biggest and best smile and ran off.
***********************
Hermione looked around her. Where was she? She was sitting in a chair in a grey room that seemed to have no door. Suddenly a man appeared in the room. It was him.
He walked up to Hermione.
"He's back! He's still out there, but no one's left to fight him!" Then the man
started to scream. He threw himself around the room. Then he started slapping
Hermione. Slap, slap, slap…
***********************
Harry slammed the door shut
and walked back inside. He threw himself into his favourite armchair and had a
think. Maybe Ron was right, maybe he did need to see someone.
***********************
Hermione cried. She missed
Harry so much. But she couldn't live with someone like that. She had needed a
break.
***********************
"Harry Potter."
Harry stood up and walked
over to the door. He edged it open.
"Are you Harry Potter?" The
lady inside asked him. Harry nodded.
"Come in, please." Harry
walked into the room and sat down on the couch provided. He looked at the room he
was in. The lady, the social worker he presumed, was sitting on a chair. The
room was covered in paintings, where the people in them ran out and in.
"Now," The lady said. "Let's
get acquainted. My name is Lisle. I am 30 years old. I am a witch, graduated
from Hogwarts. I live with my husband and two children, two girls."
"I am Harry, you know that. I
used to live with my partner, Hermione, but she left."
"Why did she leave?" Lisle
asked gently.
"Because… Because, I have
trouble coping with my life."
