Can Love Fail?
by Sasha Warren
The figure lifted it's head and pulled off the hood.
"No!" screamed Ginny
"It-It can't be..." said Hermione as her eyes rolled back in her head and she fainted.
"R-R-on?" stammered Ginny
Ron stared at Ginny with a look of concern, but in one second the gaze turned to focused amuzement.
His solemn face cracked into a wide weasly grin, lighting every freckle on his face. Ginny looked at him strangely.
"Ron? What ARE you doing here?"
Ron didn't answer. He liftted his wand and revived Hermione. Hermiome opened her eyes.
"RON?" she shouted
He still didn't answer. Then he spoke. Yet, the warm and bubbly voice, Ginny loved, was different. It resembled ice on a hot day, melting in her hand. Smooth and angry.
"No." was all he said.
"No?" questoned Ginny, obviously very scared.
Suddenly Ron's eyes glowed and he slumped on the floor. Ginny stood watching his crumpled form, trying to decide what action to take. Suddenly, a misty white smoke emerged from Ron. It began to take shape. Suddenly it had a hand. and the hand was reaching for Hermione's throat.
"Hhh..." Hermione gasped for air, as the white hand enclosed on her neck. Then she saw it, the face. Pale white, with red slanted eyes, with the story of all evil in them. Ginny was madly slashing her hands through the misty air, but was helpless. The hand tightened it's mad grip. Suddenly a pale blue light shone through the cave entrance, and Hermione and Ginny fell to the ground, like stone.
~*~*~
Hermione awoke in the school hospital wing. She had a blinding headache. She could see Ginny over in the next bed, peacefully sleeping. Suddenly Madam Pompfrey walked over.
"Tut Tut," she clicked her tongue
"Dragons, Dementors, and now kids getting kidnapped in the lake, what next?"
Hermione kept quiet. What had happened?
Suddenly Dumbledore apeared in the room.
"Ms. Granger, glad to see you are doing well!" he said in a jolly tone.
"What exactly happened?" questioned Hermione
"Well," started Dumbldore. "Let's just say, the timing I arrived at my secret spot, couldn't have been better," he smiled, with a glint of sadness in his eye.
He handed Hermione a letter. "From an admirer," he smiled and left the room. Why was Dumbledore hiding so much from her? She turned her attention to the letter. The envolope was red and adressed in white writing. Scrawled across the front were the words:
Hermione
She tore it open.
Dear Hermione,
Are you alright? I heard Weasel attacked you and Ginny, wish it had been Potty and not you! Ha! Please write back and send the letter with Dumbledore.
Love,
Draco
Hermione frowned. She didn't know why everything was happening to her! It seemed like all evil was targeting her lately. How much longer could love conquer? When was it going to fail?
