here's part 4!
The end is kinda rushed, since I wrote it out and then it got erased, so I didn't have much patience with it. Sorry for the wait....my computer crashed....again!
"Headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey tentatively poked her head through the door to the elderly man's office.
"Yes Poppy? Come in."
The matron stepped inside.
"I just thought you'd like to know. Hermione Granger has awoken from her coma."
"Excellent." said the old man, blue eyes twinkling. "But, I get the feeling, there is another reason you are here. What is it m'dear?"
"I tried Dumbledore. The spell, the potion. I feared it from the very beggining. Hermione Granger will not walk again."
Dumbledore bowed his head. His immediatly lost their twinkle. He knew, it must have been bad. Most of the time paralysis can be corrected by magic, except when distinct injuries are had.
"Bring Harry to me. And Ron. I think they'll be the best to tell her."
Madam Pomfrey solemnly nodded and left.
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"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Ron shook his friend awake. He would have done so vigorously, due to his best friend's tendency to sleep like a log, but he didn't want to wake Hermione, sleeping beside him on the hospital bed.
"What Ron?" Harry finally stirred.
"Dumbledore wants to see us. Becareful, don't wake up Hermione."
Too late.
"Where are you going Harry?" Hermione asked sleepily, slowly opening her eyes.
"Dumbledore wants to see me and Ron."
"Hey Hermi, how are you feeling?" asked Ron giving her a hug.
"Okay, except for this pain in my back. When you guys leave, can you get Madam Pomfrey. I think I need something for my back."
"See ya later."
Harry and Ron got Madam Pomfrey for Hermione and then made their way up the spiral staircase.
"Um, Ron" Harry started. "About me and Herm-"
"Don't bother Harry, at the moment, I don't want to know." he said smiling. "And I've known for along time that you had a thang for her. But right now, I have a feeling Dumbledore isn't going to give us very good news. You should have seen Madam Pomfrey's face when she came and got me. Something's wrong. It was written all over her face."
"Hermione...." Harry proceded to tell Ron of how, even after a spell, Hermione couldn't feel her legs.
"Oh god Harry, she'll never walk again."
The pair walked slowly into the office, dreading what they would soon hear.
"Harry, Ron" Dumbledore began as the two sat down. "Hermione....she was injured seriously, and even, even with magic, she will be paralysed from waist down." Harry and Ron bowed their heads, solitary tears running down each of their faces. "She will most likely never walk again. But we can make her life a lot easier, with magic, than it would be in the muggle world. We thought you would be the best ones to tell her. It would make it easier. She needs you guys now."
"There's nothing you can do!" cried Ron after a moment's pause, anger surfacing. "God! We can do everything! Turn into animals, breath underwater, make poisonous potions,turn a cat into a dog! But we can't make Hermione walk again! We can't bring back Harry's parents! We can't undo all the deaths! All the murders, all the unjustces Voldemort caused! What good is it? What good is having magic if they really can't do us any good!"
Dumbledore didn't know what to say. He agreed totally with Ron. What good was it? They could do all these little tricks and things, but he'd give it all up if Harry Potter could have his parents back. If Hermione Granger could walk again. If the Longbottoms hadn't been tortured to Insanity. If Peter Pettigrew had never betrayed the Potters. If all those people hadn't died. He was the most powerful mage of the time, and yet he still could not right the wrongs. And it was horrible knowing that if you couldn't do it, no one could.
"I'm sorry Ron. Now go. Hermione needs you."
The two friends silently left the office. Fuming. Mad at the world. No matter what they did Hermione would never walk again.
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"Hermione, do you want to go for a walk?"
"Oh please, Madam Pomfrey? Could I?"
"Yes. Harry and Ron will go with you."
Her two friends appeared. She noticed they seemed rather restless, but was happy to see them.
Harry lifted her gently and placed her in a wheelchair Madam Pomfrey had given them.
Ron wheeled her along and they made their way out. It was twilght, and the stars were just begining to appear. They talked about many things, like all the work Hermione was missing. Finally, Harry struck up the courage to tell her. He had to. But he knew, she had probably already figured it out. She was just waiting for the reality to set in.
They had stopped under their favorite and Ron lifted her out of the chair and they sat down together on the lush green grass.
"Um, Hermi, uh, Dumbledore said that, he wanted us to...I'm sorry Hermi, he said that you, that you'd probably,never, never walk again."
Hermione sat there for a moment, without reaction. She knew. But she was just waiting to be told. Finally she broke down, and the tears came.
"I knew! I knew ever since Madam Pomfrey tapped my foot and I couldn't feel it! I just didn't want to believe....Why? Harry, I don't want to live like this!"
Harry held her in his arms and Ron survived her deathgrip on his hand. The trio sat there for sometime, until all three of them stopped crying.
"Come on Herm" said Ron quietly, "You need rest. I rekon Madam Pomfrey will be fuming that we kept you out here this long."
The trip back up to the castle was a silent one. Harry and Ron put Hermione to bed, and then, after goodnight kisses, Harry and Ron left for the common room.
"Ron, I need to go for a walk. I'll see you, later K?"
"Goodnight."
Harry went directly past the portrait hole and to the secret entrance to Gwynedd's den. He muttered the password and the portrait swung open. But to his surprise, the soulsearcher was not there.
Harry entered the den and shut the potrait behind him. He sat down on the couch and sobbed, for his friend that could not walk.
"So you've discovered Gwynedd's Den, Harry."
Harry weeled around and there stood Dumbledore.
"Not many people can get in here Harry. It's a very special place."
"What happened to soul-searcher?"
"I took it away. It was too dangerous. Hermione was nearly killed."
Harry wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his robe. "It all my fault that Hermione can't walk. I brought her here. Why did it do this? Why did the soul-searcher hurt Hermione?"
"It didn't recognize her. There was a great change in emotion while you two were in here. Hermione was greatly changed. The soul-searcher didn't recognize her as she was when she entered, so it acted in protection of what it is programmed to protect."
"Why didn't it attack me then?"
"You will learn that in time, Harry, be patient."
"I'd give up all my magic. I'd go to live with the Dursleys. If Hermione could walk again."
"You musn't blame yourself Harry. You weren't at fault. Now listen to me carefully. Do not speak of this room to anyone else but maybe Ron. Not even any other teachers know. Even if they did know of it though, they could not enter. You will learn many things within these walls. Accept what you learn."
And then he was gone.
Harry curled up on the couch once again. How could he not blame himself? His vision blurred as the tears came again.
Suddenely, a tiny, bright blue light appeared. It seemed to float in mid air. Harry stood, examining it. It floated away, as if leading him to something. Amazed, he followed it. It floated towards one of the larger bookcases. The small blue light touched a book and then disappeared.
There was no title on the spine of the large leather book. He gently tried to pull it off the shelf, but it would not move all the way. Harry backed away as the shelf swung forward, revealing a secret chamber.
As Harry stepped into the strange room, the haunting music began to play once again. he hesitated. Was it safe? He remembered, him and Hermione, dancing, and now....now she would never dance again.
The room consisted of marble flooring and a large table and a leather chair in the middle. Upon this table were several very old books and some ancient quills. Though the room appeared untouched for many years, it was, amzingly, dust-free.
Harry sat down in the chair and opened one of the books. But, before he could start reading, an letter fell out. It was quite old. It was addressed in a loopy script,
To My Son
Harry carefully opened the delicate envelope and extracted a letter. It was tear-stained but still ledgible. He began to read.
Dearest baby,
I have just returned from divination class . Normally it's a hoax, but young Proffesor Trewlawney made an extroardinary prediction. Normally, I would pay no heed, but today was different. Something told me to believe. She told me I would once have a son. Now, that thought thrilled me, but not what she would say next. She told me I would not live to see you grow, and neither would your father. I would not live to see your second birthday. But she told me to make my love count. And it will baby. It will. I am writing you this letter to tell you things that I most likely will not be able to tell you for death will divide us. We are of irish descent. Of the most powerful magical beings of the Emerald Isle. We are descendants of the Druids. As you get older you will develop powers beyond those of normal witches and wizards. You will learn, under the guidance of a trusted man. Albus Dumbledore. I have trusted him with this knowledge. He will help you. In this letter, I not only include my love and my words, but two Druid Rings. They are in the design of the traditional Claddagh Ring. The thing that makes them magical is their stone. They were chipped from the same place as the Lia Fail, Stone Of Destiny. The rock in your ring is blue, filled with the power of the earth and ocean. It glows blue as saphire, but it's powers run deep into the bowels of the earth. The other ring's stone is crystal clear. It is to be given to the one you love, the one you will marry. It's own color willl appear once it is placed on that woman's hand. She will also recieve the Druid Powers, so that the power will be passed down through generations. I am trusting you with a powerful weapon, my child. Do not abuse it. The rings are Faery made and demand respect, or they destroy. Be brave my child. Know that my blessing is always with you, as is my love. I only wish that I could live to see you grow. But I will be watching. I will always be watching from up above. I already love you, though you are not yet real. I am placing this letter in the secret chamber in Gwynedd's Den. I know that you will find it, even without my friend James' magical map. At this time, only I and Dear Proffesor Dumbledore know of and can enter the Den. He is of Druid descent aswell, but does not posses Druid powers, like you will. When your time comes, it will be much the same. Only you, and people that you and the soulseacher trust will be able to enter. Goodluck my son.
Luv your mother,
Lily
Harry paused for a moment barely believing what he had read. He was a druid. wow.
He extracted the two rings from the envelope. Just like his mother had described them, there they were. He placed the dark-stoned one on his hand. He felt a sudden warmth through his body and the stone flashed and gave a roar before settling back to it's original color. He then examined the other ring. The stone was colorless, flawless. He had a vision of himself, placing it on Hermione's finger.
"Get a grip!" he said aloud. "You're nowhere near that serious! Unless this ring gives you premonitions, forget about it!"
He gently folded the letter and pocketed it. (A/N: Do wizard robes have pockets? I don't know, but I imagine it would be terribly inconvienient if they didn't....)
Taking one of the large books with him, he made his way back into the main den and the bookcase swung closed behind him. He sat down in one of the comfortable chairs and opened the large volume.
The pages were blank. He was about to close the book, when words began to appear, as if someone were writing.
Hello Harry
It was written in an old Celtic dialect.
"Hello? Who-what are you?" said Harry tentatively back in the same language.
I am your spiritual guide. I will help you to develop your Druid powers.
Harry found he no longer had to speak outloud. He just had think, and his thoughts appeared in the book.
What are you going to teach me today?
Nothing. But I will show you something. Turn the page.
Harry did so, and found a story from celtic mythology.
Read.
After reading for a while, he didn't see the importance.
What does this have to do with anything? It's only about Branwen, who was married off to Irish King Matholwch. But the people didn't like having a foreign queen and she was banished to the kitchen, where she was treated as a slave..
It has to do with everything. Read on.
Brigid taught a starling to speak, and sent it to her brother speaking of her situation. He brought his army and attacked, but the irish forces replenished themselves with Matholwch's couldren, who could bring people back to life.
And now Harry knew why it was important.
Another cliffie! Hee Hee. The plot thickens...
Please review!!!!!!!!
~Danie
The end is kinda rushed, since I wrote it out and then it got erased, so I didn't have much patience with it. Sorry for the wait....my computer crashed....again!
"Headmaster?" Madam Pomfrey tentatively poked her head through the door to the elderly man's office.
"Yes Poppy? Come in."
The matron stepped inside.
"I just thought you'd like to know. Hermione Granger has awoken from her coma."
"Excellent." said the old man, blue eyes twinkling. "But, I get the feeling, there is another reason you are here. What is it m'dear?"
"I tried Dumbledore. The spell, the potion. I feared it from the very beggining. Hermione Granger will not walk again."
Dumbledore bowed his head. His immediatly lost their twinkle. He knew, it must have been bad. Most of the time paralysis can be corrected by magic, except when distinct injuries are had.
"Bring Harry to me. And Ron. I think they'll be the best to tell her."
Madam Pomfrey solemnly nodded and left.
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"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Ron shook his friend awake. He would have done so vigorously, due to his best friend's tendency to sleep like a log, but he didn't want to wake Hermione, sleeping beside him on the hospital bed.
"What Ron?" Harry finally stirred.
"Dumbledore wants to see us. Becareful, don't wake up Hermione."
Too late.
"Where are you going Harry?" Hermione asked sleepily, slowly opening her eyes.
"Dumbledore wants to see me and Ron."
"Hey Hermi, how are you feeling?" asked Ron giving her a hug.
"Okay, except for this pain in my back. When you guys leave, can you get Madam Pomfrey. I think I need something for my back."
"See ya later."
Harry and Ron got Madam Pomfrey for Hermione and then made their way up the spiral staircase.
"Um, Ron" Harry started. "About me and Herm-"
"Don't bother Harry, at the moment, I don't want to know." he said smiling. "And I've known for along time that you had a thang for her. But right now, I have a feeling Dumbledore isn't going to give us very good news. You should have seen Madam Pomfrey's face when she came and got me. Something's wrong. It was written all over her face."
"Hermione...." Harry proceded to tell Ron of how, even after a spell, Hermione couldn't feel her legs.
"Oh god Harry, she'll never walk again."
The pair walked slowly into the office, dreading what they would soon hear.
"Harry, Ron" Dumbledore began as the two sat down. "Hermione....she was injured seriously, and even, even with magic, she will be paralysed from waist down." Harry and Ron bowed their heads, solitary tears running down each of their faces. "She will most likely never walk again. But we can make her life a lot easier, with magic, than it would be in the muggle world. We thought you would be the best ones to tell her. It would make it easier. She needs you guys now."
"There's nothing you can do!" cried Ron after a moment's pause, anger surfacing. "God! We can do everything! Turn into animals, breath underwater, make poisonous potions,turn a cat into a dog! But we can't make Hermione walk again! We can't bring back Harry's parents! We can't undo all the deaths! All the murders, all the unjustces Voldemort caused! What good is it? What good is having magic if they really can't do us any good!"
Dumbledore didn't know what to say. He agreed totally with Ron. What good was it? They could do all these little tricks and things, but he'd give it all up if Harry Potter could have his parents back. If Hermione Granger could walk again. If the Longbottoms hadn't been tortured to Insanity. If Peter Pettigrew had never betrayed the Potters. If all those people hadn't died. He was the most powerful mage of the time, and yet he still could not right the wrongs. And it was horrible knowing that if you couldn't do it, no one could.
"I'm sorry Ron. Now go. Hermione needs you."
The two friends silently left the office. Fuming. Mad at the world. No matter what they did Hermione would never walk again.
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"Hermione, do you want to go for a walk?"
"Oh please, Madam Pomfrey? Could I?"
"Yes. Harry and Ron will go with you."
Her two friends appeared. She noticed they seemed rather restless, but was happy to see them.
Harry lifted her gently and placed her in a wheelchair Madam Pomfrey had given them.
Ron wheeled her along and they made their way out. It was twilght, and the stars were just begining to appear. They talked about many things, like all the work Hermione was missing. Finally, Harry struck up the courage to tell her. He had to. But he knew, she had probably already figured it out. She was just waiting for the reality to set in.
They had stopped under their favorite and Ron lifted her out of the chair and they sat down together on the lush green grass.
"Um, Hermi, uh, Dumbledore said that, he wanted us to...I'm sorry Hermi, he said that you, that you'd probably,never, never walk again."
Hermione sat there for a moment, without reaction. She knew. But she was just waiting to be told. Finally she broke down, and the tears came.
"I knew! I knew ever since Madam Pomfrey tapped my foot and I couldn't feel it! I just didn't want to believe....Why? Harry, I don't want to live like this!"
Harry held her in his arms and Ron survived her deathgrip on his hand. The trio sat there for sometime, until all three of them stopped crying.
"Come on Herm" said Ron quietly, "You need rest. I rekon Madam Pomfrey will be fuming that we kept you out here this long."
The trip back up to the castle was a silent one. Harry and Ron put Hermione to bed, and then, after goodnight kisses, Harry and Ron left for the common room.
"Ron, I need to go for a walk. I'll see you, later K?"
"Goodnight."
Harry went directly past the portrait hole and to the secret entrance to Gwynedd's den. He muttered the password and the portrait swung open. But to his surprise, the soulsearcher was not there.
Harry entered the den and shut the potrait behind him. He sat down on the couch and sobbed, for his friend that could not walk.
"So you've discovered Gwynedd's Den, Harry."
Harry weeled around and there stood Dumbledore.
"Not many people can get in here Harry. It's a very special place."
"What happened to soul-searcher?"
"I took it away. It was too dangerous. Hermione was nearly killed."
Harry wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his robe. "It all my fault that Hermione can't walk. I brought her here. Why did it do this? Why did the soul-searcher hurt Hermione?"
"It didn't recognize her. There was a great change in emotion while you two were in here. Hermione was greatly changed. The soul-searcher didn't recognize her as she was when she entered, so it acted in protection of what it is programmed to protect."
"Why didn't it attack me then?"
"You will learn that in time, Harry, be patient."
"I'd give up all my magic. I'd go to live with the Dursleys. If Hermione could walk again."
"You musn't blame yourself Harry. You weren't at fault. Now listen to me carefully. Do not speak of this room to anyone else but maybe Ron. Not even any other teachers know. Even if they did know of it though, they could not enter. You will learn many things within these walls. Accept what you learn."
And then he was gone.
Harry curled up on the couch once again. How could he not blame himself? His vision blurred as the tears came again.
Suddenely, a tiny, bright blue light appeared. It seemed to float in mid air. Harry stood, examining it. It floated away, as if leading him to something. Amazed, he followed it. It floated towards one of the larger bookcases. The small blue light touched a book and then disappeared.
There was no title on the spine of the large leather book. He gently tried to pull it off the shelf, but it would not move all the way. Harry backed away as the shelf swung forward, revealing a secret chamber.
As Harry stepped into the strange room, the haunting music began to play once again. he hesitated. Was it safe? He remembered, him and Hermione, dancing, and now....now she would never dance again.
The room consisted of marble flooring and a large table and a leather chair in the middle. Upon this table were several very old books and some ancient quills. Though the room appeared untouched for many years, it was, amzingly, dust-free.
Harry sat down in the chair and opened one of the books. But, before he could start reading, an letter fell out. It was quite old. It was addressed in a loopy script,
To My Son
Harry carefully opened the delicate envelope and extracted a letter. It was tear-stained but still ledgible. He began to read.
Dearest baby,
I have just returned from divination class . Normally it's a hoax, but young Proffesor Trewlawney made an extroardinary prediction. Normally, I would pay no heed, but today was different. Something told me to believe. She told me I would once have a son. Now, that thought thrilled me, but not what she would say next. She told me I would not live to see you grow, and neither would your father. I would not live to see your second birthday. But she told me to make my love count. And it will baby. It will. I am writing you this letter to tell you things that I most likely will not be able to tell you for death will divide us. We are of irish descent. Of the most powerful magical beings of the Emerald Isle. We are descendants of the Druids. As you get older you will develop powers beyond those of normal witches and wizards. You will learn, under the guidance of a trusted man. Albus Dumbledore. I have trusted him with this knowledge. He will help you. In this letter, I not only include my love and my words, but two Druid Rings. They are in the design of the traditional Claddagh Ring. The thing that makes them magical is their stone. They were chipped from the same place as the Lia Fail, Stone Of Destiny. The rock in your ring is blue, filled with the power of the earth and ocean. It glows blue as saphire, but it's powers run deep into the bowels of the earth. The other ring's stone is crystal clear. It is to be given to the one you love, the one you will marry. It's own color willl appear once it is placed on that woman's hand. She will also recieve the Druid Powers, so that the power will be passed down through generations. I am trusting you with a powerful weapon, my child. Do not abuse it. The rings are Faery made and demand respect, or they destroy. Be brave my child. Know that my blessing is always with you, as is my love. I only wish that I could live to see you grow. But I will be watching. I will always be watching from up above. I already love you, though you are not yet real. I am placing this letter in the secret chamber in Gwynedd's Den. I know that you will find it, even without my friend James' magical map. At this time, only I and Dear Proffesor Dumbledore know of and can enter the Den. He is of Druid descent aswell, but does not posses Druid powers, like you will. When your time comes, it will be much the same. Only you, and people that you and the soulseacher trust will be able to enter. Goodluck my son.
Luv your mother,
Lily
Harry paused for a moment barely believing what he had read. He was a druid. wow.
He extracted the two rings from the envelope. Just like his mother had described them, there they were. He placed the dark-stoned one on his hand. He felt a sudden warmth through his body and the stone flashed and gave a roar before settling back to it's original color. He then examined the other ring. The stone was colorless, flawless. He had a vision of himself, placing it on Hermione's finger.
"Get a grip!" he said aloud. "You're nowhere near that serious! Unless this ring gives you premonitions, forget about it!"
He gently folded the letter and pocketed it. (A/N: Do wizard robes have pockets? I don't know, but I imagine it would be terribly inconvienient if they didn't....)
Taking one of the large books with him, he made his way back into the main den and the bookcase swung closed behind him. He sat down in one of the comfortable chairs and opened the large volume.
The pages were blank. He was about to close the book, when words began to appear, as if someone were writing.
Hello Harry
It was written in an old Celtic dialect.
"Hello? Who-what are you?" said Harry tentatively back in the same language.
I am your spiritual guide. I will help you to develop your Druid powers.
Harry found he no longer had to speak outloud. He just had think, and his thoughts appeared in the book.
What are you going to teach me today?
Nothing. But I will show you something. Turn the page.
Harry did so, and found a story from celtic mythology.
Read.
After reading for a while, he didn't see the importance.
What does this have to do with anything? It's only about Branwen, who was married off to Irish King Matholwch. But the people didn't like having a foreign queen and she was banished to the kitchen, where she was treated as a slave..
It has to do with everything. Read on.
Brigid taught a starling to speak, and sent it to her brother speaking of her situation. He brought his army and attacked, but the irish forces replenished themselves with Matholwch's couldren, who could bring people back to life.
And now Harry knew why it was important.
Another cliffie! Hee Hee. The plot thickens...
Please review!!!!!!!!
~Danie
