Due to popular demand, here's the next part. This is kinda boring.....but......
Harry curled up in the uncomfortable chair, a blanket draped around him. He had not left Hermione's side since the accident. She was doing better, but had yet to awake.
What had gone wrong? What happened? And then, after many hours of thought, it came to him. The soul-searcher. But-why? It had let her through the first time. What had made it turn on her?
His train of thought was interrupted by a dull moan.
"Hermione?"
She was finally stirring from her Coma.
"Harry? Where am I? What happened, I-"
"Shhh, Hermi, it's okay. You're in the hospital wing. Something happened. I found you outside the Den...."
"Harry! You musn't go back!It was the soul-searcher., it was the one.." but she stopped wincing at an onslaught of pain.
"Are you okay?"
"Harry, get Madam Pomfrey" she said, tears in her eyes. "It hurts."
Harry, alarmed, rean for the matron. Concerned, she made her way quickly to Hermione's bedside.
"What's wrong Hermione?"
"Pain" Hermione choked out between moans. "My neck, my back...."
Madam Pomfrey seemed to take this very seriously. "Can you wiggle your toes for me dear?"
Hermione looked puzzled, but did as she asked, or at least tried. Nothing happened.
"Try again Hermione, dear."
Harry watched in horror as Hermione tried to wigle her toes, but to no avail.
"Hermione I need you to close your eyes."
She did as she asked, but Harry saw the look of fear in her eye.
"Can you feel this?" asked the matron tapping Hermione's foot.
Hermione shook her head.
Madam Pomfrey tapped the other foot.
Again, Hermione felt nothing.
"Okay Hermione, I'm going to put a simple spell on your legs okay? Don't be frightened, you'll most likely feel a rushing sensation."
The witch tapped Hermione's feet with her wand and said:
"Trashna!"
Once again, she tapped Hermione's feet, and once again, the young witch did not feel it.
"Okay Hermione, I'm going to give you something for the pain, and something to make you sleep if you wish." She left, later returning with a glass bottle of some sort of serum. She gave it do Hermione with a silver spoon, and she immediatly felt relief from the horrible pain. It wasn't completly gone, but now at least it was tolerable.
"Call me if you want to sleep." And with that, she left Harry and Hermione alone.
Hermione gripped Harry's hand with surprising strength.
"Harry? What's going to happen? What if I can never walk again, and I can't do things like I used to, and then will change and, Harry, I don't want to live like this!" She totally broke-down.
Harry held her chin in his hand. "Don't give up, Hermi. We have magic on our side." He kissed her, and then added, "Do you remember when you were little? When you believed in fairies, and unicorns and castles in the sky? In evil witches, and wonderful heros? Magical beings, and miracles? Now we really have real magic, and it will sauve us."
She smiled. "Stay."
Harry carefully picked her up and moverd her over. He climbed up onto the bed and held her, just like that night in Gwynedd's Den.
Though he firmly believed in what he had told Hermione, he still had his doubts. What ifs clamoured inside his head. What if hermione never did walk again? What if she never got better?
And what role did the den play in this? Hermione had told him never to return. Nut he had to. He had to figure the mystery out. Did the room have a special link with his past? Why could he all of a sudden speak Gaelic, and where had that haunting music come from? He didn't know how, but he had to find out.
That was a corny ending! Anyways, there was not much there, except Hermione waking up. Will she be crippled? You'll soon find out. (Hey, this is one of my fics, the worst usually does happen.but I'm saying it will in this case.....)
3 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luv y'all, peace on earth, good will to men yadiyadiyady, happy hannuka, (Will somebody pleeeez tell me how to spell that!) Happy Birthday Jesus!
Now look at what I've given you
Good Blessings from the heart.
So now it's time for your part,
Please good sirs, I like reviews!
(And Lasses!)
Okay, that was abad shot at rhyming, but for my effort, I think I deserve a review!
Pleeeeeeeez.....give me a simple present that cost nothing but a little of your time!
Happy New Year!
~Danie
water_nymph@swimmail.com
Harry curled up in the uncomfortable chair, a blanket draped around him. He had not left Hermione's side since the accident. She was doing better, but had yet to awake.
What had gone wrong? What happened? And then, after many hours of thought, it came to him. The soul-searcher. But-why? It had let her through the first time. What had made it turn on her?
His train of thought was interrupted by a dull moan.
"Hermione?"
She was finally stirring from her Coma.
"Harry? Where am I? What happened, I-"
"Shhh, Hermi, it's okay. You're in the hospital wing. Something happened. I found you outside the Den...."
"Harry! You musn't go back!It was the soul-searcher., it was the one.." but she stopped wincing at an onslaught of pain.
"Are you okay?"
"Harry, get Madam Pomfrey" she said, tears in her eyes. "It hurts."
Harry, alarmed, rean for the matron. Concerned, she made her way quickly to Hermione's bedside.
"What's wrong Hermione?"
"Pain" Hermione choked out between moans. "My neck, my back...."
Madam Pomfrey seemed to take this very seriously. "Can you wiggle your toes for me dear?"
Hermione looked puzzled, but did as she asked, or at least tried. Nothing happened.
"Try again Hermione, dear."
Harry watched in horror as Hermione tried to wigle her toes, but to no avail.
"Hermione I need you to close your eyes."
She did as she asked, but Harry saw the look of fear in her eye.
"Can you feel this?" asked the matron tapping Hermione's foot.
Hermione shook her head.
Madam Pomfrey tapped the other foot.
Again, Hermione felt nothing.
"Okay Hermione, I'm going to put a simple spell on your legs okay? Don't be frightened, you'll most likely feel a rushing sensation."
The witch tapped Hermione's feet with her wand and said:
"Trashna!"
Once again, she tapped Hermione's feet, and once again, the young witch did not feel it.
"Okay Hermione, I'm going to give you something for the pain, and something to make you sleep if you wish." She left, later returning with a glass bottle of some sort of serum. She gave it do Hermione with a silver spoon, and she immediatly felt relief from the horrible pain. It wasn't completly gone, but now at least it was tolerable.
"Call me if you want to sleep." And with that, she left Harry and Hermione alone.
Hermione gripped Harry's hand with surprising strength.
"Harry? What's going to happen? What if I can never walk again, and I can't do things like I used to, and then will change and, Harry, I don't want to live like this!" She totally broke-down.
Harry held her chin in his hand. "Don't give up, Hermi. We have magic on our side." He kissed her, and then added, "Do you remember when you were little? When you believed in fairies, and unicorns and castles in the sky? In evil witches, and wonderful heros? Magical beings, and miracles? Now we really have real magic, and it will sauve us."
She smiled. "Stay."
Harry carefully picked her up and moverd her over. He climbed up onto the bed and held her, just like that night in Gwynedd's Den.
Though he firmly believed in what he had told Hermione, he still had his doubts. What ifs clamoured inside his head. What if hermione never did walk again? What if she never got better?
And what role did the den play in this? Hermione had told him never to return. Nut he had to. He had to figure the mystery out. Did the room have a special link with his past? Why could he all of a sudden speak Gaelic, and where had that haunting music come from? He didn't know how, but he had to find out.
That was a corny ending! Anyways, there was not much there, except Hermione waking up. Will she be crippled? You'll soon find out. (Hey, this is one of my fics, the worst usually does happen.but I'm saying it will in this case.....)
3 DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Luv y'all, peace on earth, good will to men yadiyadiyady, happy hannuka, (Will somebody pleeeez tell me how to spell that!) Happy Birthday Jesus!
Now look at what I've given you
Good Blessings from the heart.
So now it's time for your part,
Please good sirs, I like reviews!
(And Lasses!)
Okay, that was abad shot at rhyming, but for my effort, I think I deserve a review!
Pleeeeeeeez.....give me a simple present that cost nothing but a little of your time!
Happy New Year!
~Danie
water_nymph@swimmail.com
