DISCLAIMER: Do I own Harry Potter? No. J.K. Rowling does.
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"I think she'll be fine in a few days," said Madam Pomfrey, closing the curtains around Hermione's hospital bed. "She's just lucky it didn't get her in the head."
Harry had hurriedly carried Hermione to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey declared she had been hit in the shoulder with the Cleasio Curse.
"Cleasio Curse?" said Harry. "I've never heard of it before."
Madam Pomfrey's eyes darkened. "Yes, the Ministry of Magic banned the use of the Cleasio Curse only twenty years ago when they found out that Dark wizards were cursing Muggles to rob their homes."
"What exactly does the curse do?" asked Harry.
"It just puts you to sleep for awhile, maybe makes you a bit forgetful. But if the person isn't revived quickly enough, they will slip into a coma and die. Oh, she'll be fine," she added, seeing Harry's shocked face. "I think this was just a prank. I'll have to report this to the Headmaster right now of course." and she swept off to her office.
Harry was in a daze as he returned to the library to gather his and Hermione's things and go back to Gryffindor Tower. Who had cursed Hermione?
When he entered the common room he saw Ron and Sabrina playing Exploding Snap. By the looks of things, Sabrina wasn't doing so well. Her hair looked singed and there was smoke in the air. Harry heard her mutter, "Unsighere," and her hair looked normal again.
"What's up?" asked Ron, placing another card on his enormous tower.
Harry took a deep breath. "Hermione was attacked," he said quietly.
Ron and Sabrina looked up, startled. "Attacked?" said Sabrina, "What do you mean?"
Harry explained about the Cleasio Curse. "Madam Pomfrey reckons she'll be better in a few days, though," he said, sitting down wearily.
Sabrina eyed him uneasily. "I think I'll go to bed now," she said softly, standing up. She kissed Harry on the cheek, nodded to Ron, and went upstairs.
"Wait a minute," said Ron suddenly, shaking his head. "I know you like Sabrina and all, but what's all that about?"
Harry sighed. "She's my girlfriend," he said.
Ron grinned. "I thought so," he stopped smiling, "but you don't seem too happy. What's wrong?"
"I just want to know who attacked Hermione," Harry said, rubbing his scar. It hurt a little. "Who could it be? Malfoy?" Ron sighed too. "I hate to say it, but Malfoy's never done any of the things we thought he did. Sure, he's mean and played that dementor prank on you in the third year, but basically, he's just a stupid prat."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you've got a point," he said.
"You know what though?"
"What?" asked Ron, putting away his Exploding Snap cards.
"Was Sabrina in here the whole time I was gone?"
"Harry!" cried Ron. "How could you think Sabrina attacked Hermione? She trying to like her, even though Hermione's being unfriendly! Plus, she your girlfriend, Harry! And yes, she was here the whole time you were gone."
"Good. It's just that Hermione was cursed right when she was about to tell me who Sabrina's been living with ever since Voldemort killed her parents six years ago." Harry closed his eyes, unable to digest the entire trauma.
"You-Know-Who killed her parents?" Ron whispered.
Harry nodded. "With Mr. Nyler's gun. He must not have been powerful enough then, or his wand wasn't with him or something. Although it seems odd for Voldemort not to have his wand with him at all times," he added.
"Yeah, but you never know," said Ron, yawning.
They stayed up well into the night, discussing Sabrina's life and the attack on Hermione. When Harry finally climbed into bed he fell asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.
Tuesday dawned gray and rainy. The enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall was also gray and was covered with enormous thunderclouds.
Well, it certainly matches my mood, thought Harry as headed for Charms.
He and Ron entered the classroom to find Sabrina already there, taking out her Charms book. He sat down next to her and did the same. Professor Flitwick then instructed them to continue practicing the Freeze Charm, which freezes living things for an allotted amount of time. The more powerful the wizard, the longer the charm would last. They were given beetles to practice on, and the only thing Harry managed to do to his beetle was freeze one or two of it's legs, which would have been funnier had he been in a better mood.
Sabrina and Ron were having difficulties as well, although Sabrina managed to successfully freeze her beetle by the time class was over.
"I'm really sorry about Hermione," she said to Harry on their way to Transfiguration. "She's not my favorite person, but I never would have wanted this to happen to her," she shifted the weight of her bag as they came to stop outside the Transfiguration classroom.
Harry smiled. "Thanks Sabrina," he said, and followed her inside the classroom, where they took their seats in the front, to the left of Professor McGonagall's desk, where she sat as a cat. When everyone had arrived, she transfigured herself back into a human, and everyone applauded.
"Thank you," she said smiling a rare smile, "Now, if you'll notice your work on the blackboard."
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"I think she'll be fine in a few days," said Madam Pomfrey, closing the curtains around Hermione's hospital bed. "She's just lucky it didn't get her in the head."
Harry had hurriedly carried Hermione to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey declared she had been hit in the shoulder with the Cleasio Curse.
"Cleasio Curse?" said Harry. "I've never heard of it before."
Madam Pomfrey's eyes darkened. "Yes, the Ministry of Magic banned the use of the Cleasio Curse only twenty years ago when they found out that Dark wizards were cursing Muggles to rob their homes."
"What exactly does the curse do?" asked Harry.
"It just puts you to sleep for awhile, maybe makes you a bit forgetful. But if the person isn't revived quickly enough, they will slip into a coma and die. Oh, she'll be fine," she added, seeing Harry's shocked face. "I think this was just a prank. I'll have to report this to the Headmaster right now of course." and she swept off to her office.
Harry was in a daze as he returned to the library to gather his and Hermione's things and go back to Gryffindor Tower. Who had cursed Hermione?
When he entered the common room he saw Ron and Sabrina playing Exploding Snap. By the looks of things, Sabrina wasn't doing so well. Her hair looked singed and there was smoke in the air. Harry heard her mutter, "Unsighere," and her hair looked normal again.
"What's up?" asked Ron, placing another card on his enormous tower.
Harry took a deep breath. "Hermione was attacked," he said quietly.
Ron and Sabrina looked up, startled. "Attacked?" said Sabrina, "What do you mean?"
Harry explained about the Cleasio Curse. "Madam Pomfrey reckons she'll be better in a few days, though," he said, sitting down wearily.
Sabrina eyed him uneasily. "I think I'll go to bed now," she said softly, standing up. She kissed Harry on the cheek, nodded to Ron, and went upstairs.
"Wait a minute," said Ron suddenly, shaking his head. "I know you like Sabrina and all, but what's all that about?"
Harry sighed. "She's my girlfriend," he said.
Ron grinned. "I thought so," he stopped smiling, "but you don't seem too happy. What's wrong?"
"I just want to know who attacked Hermione," Harry said, rubbing his scar. It hurt a little. "Who could it be? Malfoy?" Ron sighed too. "I hate to say it, but Malfoy's never done any of the things we thought he did. Sure, he's mean and played that dementor prank on you in the third year, but basically, he's just a stupid prat."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you've got a point," he said.
"You know what though?"
"What?" asked Ron, putting away his Exploding Snap cards.
"Was Sabrina in here the whole time I was gone?"
"Harry!" cried Ron. "How could you think Sabrina attacked Hermione? She trying to like her, even though Hermione's being unfriendly! Plus, she your girlfriend, Harry! And yes, she was here the whole time you were gone."
"Good. It's just that Hermione was cursed right when she was about to tell me who Sabrina's been living with ever since Voldemort killed her parents six years ago." Harry closed his eyes, unable to digest the entire trauma.
"You-Know-Who killed her parents?" Ron whispered.
Harry nodded. "With Mr. Nyler's gun. He must not have been powerful enough then, or his wand wasn't with him or something. Although it seems odd for Voldemort not to have his wand with him at all times," he added.
"Yeah, but you never know," said Ron, yawning.
They stayed up well into the night, discussing Sabrina's life and the attack on Hermione. When Harry finally climbed into bed he fell asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.
Tuesday dawned gray and rainy. The enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall was also gray and was covered with enormous thunderclouds.
Well, it certainly matches my mood, thought Harry as headed for Charms.
He and Ron entered the classroom to find Sabrina already there, taking out her Charms book. He sat down next to her and did the same. Professor Flitwick then instructed them to continue practicing the Freeze Charm, which freezes living things for an allotted amount of time. The more powerful the wizard, the longer the charm would last. They were given beetles to practice on, and the only thing Harry managed to do to his beetle was freeze one or two of it's legs, which would have been funnier had he been in a better mood.
Sabrina and Ron were having difficulties as well, although Sabrina managed to successfully freeze her beetle by the time class was over.
"I'm really sorry about Hermione," she said to Harry on their way to Transfiguration. "She's not my favorite person, but I never would have wanted this to happen to her," she shifted the weight of her bag as they came to stop outside the Transfiguration classroom.
Harry smiled. "Thanks Sabrina," he said, and followed her inside the classroom, where they took their seats in the front, to the left of Professor McGonagall's desk, where she sat as a cat. When everyone had arrived, she transfigured herself back into a human, and everyone applauded.
"Thank you," she said smiling a rare smile, "Now, if you'll notice your work on the blackboard."