Chapter 26: Everyone Knows
Chanse looked down at the ground; because she could bear to see Oliver like this, because if she had to look at him one more time, she would want hug him, scream, and cry. But she couldn't help wanting to look up at him...but all she really wanted was to look up and for Oliver to be awake, "Or better yet, sitting up, and being his old self." She thought, with a smile.
Chanse gathered all her emotional strength and slowly started to look up at Oliver. She slowly raised her eyes up the side of Oliver's bed, and she saw his finger hanging out the side of the railing, on the bed. Chanse quickly stopped looking up and just there and stared at Oliver's hand. She slowly lifted her hand, which was trembling while she lifted it, up to Oliver's hand, and she softly slid her hand in between the railing and slid her finger under Oliver's hand and gripped his hand tightly.
Chanse took her other hand and put it over her mouth, and then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, and looked at Oliver's face...she gasped deeply, and began to tremble at the sight of Oliver. Her eyes began to overflow with tears very quickly, as she continued to look at Oliver's face, which had an oxygen mask on it, and tubes going in his mouth and nose.
Chanse's hand slowly slid out of Oliver's hand and fell onto her lap, as she stared at Oliver. She stared as the world around her began to whirl into another world; the only thing that seemed to be the same in this 'new' world was Oliver and herself.
Then Chanse slowly she began to rock back and forth, and then fell out of her chair and onto the floor.
"Oh Merlin!" Mrs. Pomfrey shrieked as she dropped a cup of pills on the ground. "Chanse, are you ok?" She lifted Chanse up and sat Chanse back in the chair, "Chanse?"
There was no response.
"Dobby!" Mrs. Pomfrey screamed.
A few minutes later and small elf came running in, "Yes madam?"
"Quickly, Dobby, get a stretcher." Mrs. Pomfrey turned around again, "Chanse?" She softly said.
Dobby ran out of the room as fast as he could down the hallway and got a stretcher and rolled it down to Oliver's room, where Mrs. Pomfrey was still trying to wake Chanse. "Mrs. Pomfrey?" Dobby, shyly said.
"Thank you Dobby." Mrs. Pomfrey looked up from Chanse, "Now go get Winky, and come back and help me lift her onto the stretcher." Dobby nodded, and left the stretcher and ran out of the room.
A few minutes later Dobby came back in the room, with Winky by his side, "Mrs. Pomfrey what are we to do?" Winky asked, in her squeaky voice.
"Help me lift Chanse onto the stretcher and then roll her across the hall to room two-four-zero." Dobby and Winky nodded, and ran over to Chanse and picked up her feet, while Mrs. Pomfrey picked up her arms.
The three of them slowly lifted Chanse up onto the stretcher, and Winky and Dobby rolled Chanse across the hallway, and moved her onto the hospital bed, in the room.
Meanwhile back in Oliver's room, Mrs. Pomfrey looked into Chanse's room, and watched Dobby and Winky move her, while Mrs. Pomfrey bent down on the ground, and began to pick up the pills she had dropped.
When Mrs. Pomfrey was finished picking up the pills, she stood up and walked over to Oliver's bed and sat down, and picked up the IV bag, "Oliver if you can hear me," Mrs. Pomfrey whispered, as she opened the top of the IV bag, and began opening the pills and pouring the medicine in the bag, "she loves you," she closed the bag, and stood up and hung it back up, "Chanse truly loves you, Oliver Wood."
Mrs. Pomfrey walked to the door and turned around and looked at Oliver, and saw that he hadn't moved, and she's looked down at the ground, and then back up at Oliver and walked out of the room and to the room across the hall.
Mrs. Pomfrey signaled Dobby out of the room, and Winky continued to work around Chanse's. Hooking Chanse up to a heart monitor, and an IV, "Winky how is she?" Mrs. Pomfrey walked over to Chanse's bed, and placed her stethoscope on Chanse's chest and listened for a heart beat.
"She's fine," Winky hooked the IV on its hook, "from what I see, Madam, she's a mix of stress, fear, depression, and a broken heart," she moved Chanse's hair and began to clean the dried blood, from her head, and then started to treat it, "also mild wounds to the head."
"That's what I'd say." Mrs. Pomfrey said, as she put her stethoscope away, and looked up at Winky. "Winky I want you to get Trilinal Magic Ache Remover pills; I think that should cure the stress, the fear, and her depression. Because from what I can see, it is not that serious...The serious part is her broken heart..."
"But what are we to do about the broken heart?" Winky squeaked.
"We can't do anything," Mrs. Pomfrey stood up, and walked over to Winky and grabbed her hand, and started to walk out of the room, "all we can do is pray Oliver survives..." Mrs. Pomfrey looked over at Oliver, "for Chanse's sake." She looked back over at Chanse, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her, and then she shut Oliver's door.
Mrs. Pomfrey, let go of Winky, to let her get Chanse the Trilinal Magic Ache Remover pills.
While Winky was doing that Mrs. Pomfrey walked down the hall to her desk, and sat down and began to write a letter to Dumbledore:
Dear Albus,
Miss Foxlin Jackson (Potter) will not be returning to her dorm, till about dinner time, or so. SO please inform Professor Flitwick.
Do to the fight between Voldemort, Harry, Oliver, and herself, she as been deeply hurt...emotionally, and physically.
I have come to the conclusion that she is suffering from hits to the head, stress, fear, depression, and a broken heart.
I have given her Trilinal Magic Ache Remover pills, to heal her depression, stress, and fear. Also hopefully those will cure the pain, she will most likely, feel when she wakes.
But as for the broken heart, there is nothing we can do but pray for Oliver to survive.
If, Merlin forbid, Oliver does pass on, she will get over it. But who knows how long that should take; weeks, months, mostly likely years, though.
She truly loves this boy...
All we can do is pray.
~Poppy Pomfrey~
Mrs. Pomfrey read over her letter, and then nodded her head in acceptance, and then gave it to her owl, and sent it on its way, to Dumbledore.
"Chanse should be out of there by now." Cho whispered, as she looked up at Oliver's window.
"Cho you ok?" Angelina nudged Cho.
"Yeah, just that..."
"Hey you guys, I have to go study for my O.W.L.S. and I suggest you two both study too." Hermione hissed, as she looked at Harry and Ron.
"For Merlin's sake, Hermione, O.W.L.S aren't for another two months." Ron hissed back.
"Ron...It's better to study now, then study at the last minute." Hermione smirked, as she started to walk away.
"Well if I study now, and then by the time O.W.L.S. gets around I will have already forgotten everything." Ron yelled, "Psycho that one..." Ron laughed to Harry.
"But you know that we love her."
"Yeah, this is so true...but how can you not but help love, that bushy haired..." Ron started to say, but then he say the look on Harry's face, "wait a minute...we are talking about loving Hermione as a friend, right?" Ron angrily asked.
"Oh Ron you know you like her!" Harry yelled, as he ran away, towards Hermione, "and I'm going to go tell her!"
"Harry James Potter, you get back here!" Ron screamed as he ran after Harry.
"I love those guys..." Angelina laughed, as she continued to watch Ron chase Harry around, "You can't but help love them, right Cho?" Angelina turned back to Cho, who was still staring at Oliver's window. "Cho?" Angelina hit Cho.
"Huh? Yeah can't help but...Oh no!" Cho yelled.
"What?" Angelina gasped.
"Look!" Cho pointed up to Oliver's window.
"What?" Angelina asked with confusion.
"Look!" Cho yelled again, "It's Mrs. Pomfrey in the window!"
"So?!"
"Chanse is in that room." Cho screamed as she turned to Angelina.
"I'm still not getting what the problem is." Angelina shook her head.
"Chanse isn't supposed to be in there!" Cho screamed.
"Oh shit!" Angelina yelled, as she turned around, and ran towards the hospital, with Cho right behind her.
Cho and Angelina finally reached the Hospital, and ran through the door, "Girls!" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted, and stood up.
Cho and Angelina looked at each other, straighten their robes, and then ran over to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk, "Mrs. Pomfrey..." Cho started to say as she caught her breath, "Chanse got into Oliver's room, and..."
"Oh," Mrs. Pomfrey sat back down in her chair, and scooted up to the desk, "so you helped her get back there, after I told you two that no one can see Oliver?"
Cho looked down at the desk, and then back up at Mrs. Pomfrey, "Yes." Cho whispered, and then Angelina began to softly laugh, "Shut up Angelina." Cho hit Angelina's arm. "But yes Mrs. Pomfrey I helped her...but I saw you in Oliver's window, and I haven't seen Chanse," Cho quickly said, and then caught her breath, again, "Do you know where she is?"
Mrs. Pomfrey looked up from her papers, she didn't say anything, and got up and walked around the desk to Angelina and Cho, "Girls, follow me." Mrs. Pomfrey said with no feeling.
Cho and Angelina watched as Mrs. Pomfrey started walking do the hallway, then she stopped, in the middle of the hallway, and turned around to the girls, who were still standing by her desk ,"Are you coming?" Cho and Angelina looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and ran down the hallway to Mrs. Pomfrey.
While the girls were walking down the hallway the looked in every room, and saw young witches, wizard, and creatures being treated for injuries as small as a little bump, to as major as a missing finger, or a huge gash in the limb. But the farther they walked down the hall, the worse the injuries got.
Finally down at the end of the hall, Mrs. Pomfrey stopped outside a shut door. "You two may go in and see her; I have to attend to some of my other patients." Cho and Angelina nodded their head, and watched Mrs. Pomfrey walk across the hall, and open the door.
The girls looked in the room, that Mrs. Pomfrey had just walk into and saw a young man, mostly likely a wizard, strapped up to all kinds of tubes, and had all kinds of fluids running in and out of him. "Poor fellow." Cho whispered to Angelina, who was standing there in shock, "Angelina?"
"That's Oliver..." Her voice trailed off in a whisper.
Cho turned back around, and looked at the young man again, but before she could get a good look Dobby shut the door.
Cho looked down at the ground, and then up at Angelina, who had come out of her state of shock, "Should we go in?" Angelina whispered. Cho didn't say anything, she just nodded her head.
The two girls turned to the giant white door, and stared at it for a little bit. Cho looked at Angelina, who nodded to her, and Cho nodded back, and turned back to the giant door. Cho took a deep breath and placed her shaking hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it.
Angelina stepped forward, and pushed on the door, and the two of them stood there, and watched the giant door, slowly open, and revealed their fallen friend, "Chanse..." Angelina whispered.
The two girls were frozen solid; they couldn't blink, or make a noise.
Finally their motionless was broken, when Cho slid her hand into Angelina's, and gripped it tightly. Angelina looked over at Cho, who had small tears running down her face. Angelina smiled, and then Cho looked over at Angelina, and smiled back. The two of them tightened their grip and walked into the hospital room, and shut the door behind them.
Angelina and Cho walked in the room, and stood at the end of the bed, and looked at their friend. Cho let go of Angelina's hand, and walked over to Chanse's bedside and sat down in the chair, next to the bed, and stared at Chanse, and began to let her tears ran down her face.
Angelina stood at the end of the bed, staring at Cho, "What are we supposed to do? Chanse is...Chanse can't be..." Angelina thought, as tears began to form in her eyes, "I can't cry...Cho is hurting because Chanse is hurt." Angelina took a deep breath in and pushed back her tears, and walked over to Cho and placed her hands on Cho's shoulders. Cho didn't look up at Angelina; she just placed her hands on Angelina's hands.
A few minutes later the two girls heard small voices from across the hall. Angelina slowly slid her hands off of Cho's shoulder, and walked over to the door, and cracked it opened, and listened to what was going on across the hall...
"Enervate..." A voice whispered.
There was a small pause, "Nothing." Another voice said.
"Recursus artus animatio..."
Another pause, "Stronger, but still weak."
"What is the main injury?"
"The heart." Angelina continued to listen in puzzlement.
"Intergo extraorum, adsigno vulnus, recursus artus, acuouere maturo."
A small sigh, "still nothing, the arteries have stopped tearing apart, but nothing major."
"That is all I am able to do." The door across the hall slowly began to open. Angelina quickly shut her door and leaned against it.
"What am I to do with him?"
"Mrs. Pomfrey I will search my spell book, for something to cure him," The voice slowly became louder and louder, and Angelina ran over to Cho, and sat on the chair's arm, and placed her arm around Cho, "but for now I must tend to another."
Shortly there after, a couple of knocks came from the door, and Angelina and Cho looked at the door, and didn't say anything. They watched as the giant door's knob began to turn, and the door opened, "Ladies?" a voice, from behind the door, softly spoke.
Within seconds, Dumbledore came walking in, and looked at Chanse, then at the two girls, "Ladies, I know this is a hard time for you two," Dumbledore walked over to them, and grabbed a hand of each one of the girls, "but I want to reassure you that Chanse will be ok, she will, most likely be back to normal, minus the broken heart, by supper time."
Cho and Angelina sighed with relief, and looked at each other, and smiled, then looked at Dumbledore, and ran into his arms, and squeezed him tightly, "Oh ladies, don't thank me. Thank Mrs. Pomfrey, Dobby, and Winky, for taking care of Chanse...but also thank Chanse for being such a strong young woman." Dumbledore smiled, "but if you wouldn't mind I would like to be alone with Chanse." Cho and Angelina smiled and nodded, and walked out of the room.
Dumbledore followed the two girls, to the door, and after they left the room, Dumbledore shut the door and turned around to Chanse. He walked over to her bed, and sat down next to her, and looked at her face, moving it to the left...then to the right. Then he moved her hair, and looked at the bandage on her head, and he smiled. "Enervate." He whispered to Chanse.
Dumbledore slowly moved away from Chanse and stood up.
No movement.
Dumbledore walked over to the window and looked out onto the courtyard, where all the students were playing in.
"What happened?" Chanse mumbled.
Dumbledore turned around and saw Chanse sitting up in her bed, holding her head, "What the hell happened to me?"
"Hello Chanse." Dumbledore laughed, as he walked over to her bedside and sat down.
"Oh hello Professor...what happened to me?"
"Well you were in a fight with Voldemort..."
"I remember that," Chanse smirked, "Last thing I remember was..." Chanse began to think of the last thing she remembered, "Seeing Oliver...wait where's Oliver?" Chanse began to panic and look around the room.
"Calm down Chanse," Dumbledore placed his hands on her shoulders, "Oliver is still in his hospital room," Dumbledore stood up and walked over to the window and looked out it, again, "What happened was you fainted in Oliver's room, do to stress, fear, depression, and a broken heart." Dumbledore looked at Chanse out of the corner of his eye, and saw that she was staring at her sheets on the bed. "Oh and do to the cuts on your head." Dumbledore laughed, as he turned around and smiled at Chanse.
Chanse quickly felt the bandage on her head, and laughed, "Here let me get that Chanse." Dumbledore laughed, as he walked over to Chanse bed and sat down, and placed his hands on her head, "Medeor incido." Dumbledore removed the bandages on Chanse's head, and she was healed.
"Thank you." Chanse smiled.
Dumbledore stood up, and walked over to the chair in the corner and picked up Chanse's robe, and laid it down on Chanse's bed, and then walked over to the window, and continued watching all the students, "You have chosen a nice way to spend you Spring Break." Dumbledore laughed.
"You could say that." Chanse laughed back, as she picked up the robe.
Dumbledore turned around to Chanse and looked at her, "I'm going to say something, that I said to your brother..." Chanse looked up from her robe, "What happened to you, should be kept a secret, and at Hogwarts, when there's a secret," Dumbledore began to softly laugh, "everyone knows." Chanse laughed, and crawled out of bed, and began to put on her robe.
"Chanse?"
"Yes?"
"Supper is at seven, as usual..." Chanse nodded, "I hope to see you there."
"Yes sir."
Chanse watched as the old wizard left the room, and shut the door behind him. Chanse slipped on her robe, and walked over to her window, and saw first through seventh years, playing in the courtyard; she smiled and started to walk out of the room.
When she got to the door, she placed her hand on the knob, and stared at it, "This is my life." She whispered to herself, as she smiled she turned the knob.
She walked out into the hallway and looked at Oliver's door; she walked over to it, placed her hand against the door, and a tear slowly formed in her eye, and rolled out onto her cheek, and hit the floor. Chanse nodded her head, and continued walking down the hallway.
"Hello Mrs. Pomfrey." Chanse smiled.
"Oh hello Chanse, I'm happy to see you're ok...and happy."
"Yeah...thank you for taking care of me, and please tell Dobby and Winky thank you too."
"Will do, and here you are," Mrs. Pomfrey opened her desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills, and shook them at Chanse, "take two of these, every time you hurt, but don't take more then two within one hour, ok?"
Chanse took the bottle and nodded, "ok...thank you." Mrs. Pomfrey nodded, and went back to her work.
Chanse turned around, and walked over to the hospital door, started to open it, but she looked back at Mrs. Pomfrey, who was busy working away. Chanse sighed, and smiled, and opened the door.
Chanse looked down at the ground; because she could bear to see Oliver like this, because if she had to look at him one more time, she would want hug him, scream, and cry. But she couldn't help wanting to look up at him...but all she really wanted was to look up and for Oliver to be awake, "Or better yet, sitting up, and being his old self." She thought, with a smile.
Chanse gathered all her emotional strength and slowly started to look up at Oliver. She slowly raised her eyes up the side of Oliver's bed, and she saw his finger hanging out the side of the railing, on the bed. Chanse quickly stopped looking up and just there and stared at Oliver's hand. She slowly lifted her hand, which was trembling while she lifted it, up to Oliver's hand, and she softly slid her hand in between the railing and slid her finger under Oliver's hand and gripped his hand tightly.
Chanse took her other hand and put it over her mouth, and then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, and looked at Oliver's face...she gasped deeply, and began to tremble at the sight of Oliver. Her eyes began to overflow with tears very quickly, as she continued to look at Oliver's face, which had an oxygen mask on it, and tubes going in his mouth and nose.
Chanse's hand slowly slid out of Oliver's hand and fell onto her lap, as she stared at Oliver. She stared as the world around her began to whirl into another world; the only thing that seemed to be the same in this 'new' world was Oliver and herself.
Then Chanse slowly she began to rock back and forth, and then fell out of her chair and onto the floor.
"Oh Merlin!" Mrs. Pomfrey shrieked as she dropped a cup of pills on the ground. "Chanse, are you ok?" She lifted Chanse up and sat Chanse back in the chair, "Chanse?"
There was no response.
"Dobby!" Mrs. Pomfrey screamed.
A few minutes later and small elf came running in, "Yes madam?"
"Quickly, Dobby, get a stretcher." Mrs. Pomfrey turned around again, "Chanse?" She softly said.
Dobby ran out of the room as fast as he could down the hallway and got a stretcher and rolled it down to Oliver's room, where Mrs. Pomfrey was still trying to wake Chanse. "Mrs. Pomfrey?" Dobby, shyly said.
"Thank you Dobby." Mrs. Pomfrey looked up from Chanse, "Now go get Winky, and come back and help me lift her onto the stretcher." Dobby nodded, and left the stretcher and ran out of the room.
A few minutes later Dobby came back in the room, with Winky by his side, "Mrs. Pomfrey what are we to do?" Winky asked, in her squeaky voice.
"Help me lift Chanse onto the stretcher and then roll her across the hall to room two-four-zero." Dobby and Winky nodded, and ran over to Chanse and picked up her feet, while Mrs. Pomfrey picked up her arms.
The three of them slowly lifted Chanse up onto the stretcher, and Winky and Dobby rolled Chanse across the hallway, and moved her onto the hospital bed, in the room.
Meanwhile back in Oliver's room, Mrs. Pomfrey looked into Chanse's room, and watched Dobby and Winky move her, while Mrs. Pomfrey bent down on the ground, and began to pick up the pills she had dropped.
When Mrs. Pomfrey was finished picking up the pills, she stood up and walked over to Oliver's bed and sat down, and picked up the IV bag, "Oliver if you can hear me," Mrs. Pomfrey whispered, as she opened the top of the IV bag, and began opening the pills and pouring the medicine in the bag, "she loves you," she closed the bag, and stood up and hung it back up, "Chanse truly loves you, Oliver Wood."
Mrs. Pomfrey walked to the door and turned around and looked at Oliver, and saw that he hadn't moved, and she's looked down at the ground, and then back up at Oliver and walked out of the room and to the room across the hall.
Mrs. Pomfrey signaled Dobby out of the room, and Winky continued to work around Chanse's. Hooking Chanse up to a heart monitor, and an IV, "Winky how is she?" Mrs. Pomfrey walked over to Chanse's bed, and placed her stethoscope on Chanse's chest and listened for a heart beat.
"She's fine," Winky hooked the IV on its hook, "from what I see, Madam, she's a mix of stress, fear, depression, and a broken heart," she moved Chanse's hair and began to clean the dried blood, from her head, and then started to treat it, "also mild wounds to the head."
"That's what I'd say." Mrs. Pomfrey said, as she put her stethoscope away, and looked up at Winky. "Winky I want you to get Trilinal Magic Ache Remover pills; I think that should cure the stress, the fear, and her depression. Because from what I can see, it is not that serious...The serious part is her broken heart..."
"But what are we to do about the broken heart?" Winky squeaked.
"We can't do anything," Mrs. Pomfrey stood up, and walked over to Winky and grabbed her hand, and started to walk out of the room, "all we can do is pray Oliver survives..." Mrs. Pomfrey looked over at Oliver, "for Chanse's sake." She looked back over at Chanse, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her, and then she shut Oliver's door.
Mrs. Pomfrey, let go of Winky, to let her get Chanse the Trilinal Magic Ache Remover pills.
While Winky was doing that Mrs. Pomfrey walked down the hall to her desk, and sat down and began to write a letter to Dumbledore:
Dear Albus,
Miss Foxlin Jackson (Potter) will not be returning to her dorm, till about dinner time, or so. SO please inform Professor Flitwick.
Do to the fight between Voldemort, Harry, Oliver, and herself, she as been deeply hurt...emotionally, and physically.
I have come to the conclusion that she is suffering from hits to the head, stress, fear, depression, and a broken heart.
I have given her Trilinal Magic Ache Remover pills, to heal her depression, stress, and fear. Also hopefully those will cure the pain, she will most likely, feel when she wakes.
But as for the broken heart, there is nothing we can do but pray for Oliver to survive.
If, Merlin forbid, Oliver does pass on, she will get over it. But who knows how long that should take; weeks, months, mostly likely years, though.
She truly loves this boy...
All we can do is pray.
~Poppy Pomfrey~
Mrs. Pomfrey read over her letter, and then nodded her head in acceptance, and then gave it to her owl, and sent it on its way, to Dumbledore.
"Chanse should be out of there by now." Cho whispered, as she looked up at Oliver's window.
"Cho you ok?" Angelina nudged Cho.
"Yeah, just that..."
"Hey you guys, I have to go study for my O.W.L.S. and I suggest you two both study too." Hermione hissed, as she looked at Harry and Ron.
"For Merlin's sake, Hermione, O.W.L.S aren't for another two months." Ron hissed back.
"Ron...It's better to study now, then study at the last minute." Hermione smirked, as she started to walk away.
"Well if I study now, and then by the time O.W.L.S. gets around I will have already forgotten everything." Ron yelled, "Psycho that one..." Ron laughed to Harry.
"But you know that we love her."
"Yeah, this is so true...but how can you not but help love, that bushy haired..." Ron started to say, but then he say the look on Harry's face, "wait a minute...we are talking about loving Hermione as a friend, right?" Ron angrily asked.
"Oh Ron you know you like her!" Harry yelled, as he ran away, towards Hermione, "and I'm going to go tell her!"
"Harry James Potter, you get back here!" Ron screamed as he ran after Harry.
"I love those guys..." Angelina laughed, as she continued to watch Ron chase Harry around, "You can't but help love them, right Cho?" Angelina turned back to Cho, who was still staring at Oliver's window. "Cho?" Angelina hit Cho.
"Huh? Yeah can't help but...Oh no!" Cho yelled.
"What?" Angelina gasped.
"Look!" Cho pointed up to Oliver's window.
"What?" Angelina asked with confusion.
"Look!" Cho yelled again, "It's Mrs. Pomfrey in the window!"
"So?!"
"Chanse is in that room." Cho screamed as she turned to Angelina.
"I'm still not getting what the problem is." Angelina shook her head.
"Chanse isn't supposed to be in there!" Cho screamed.
"Oh shit!" Angelina yelled, as she turned around, and ran towards the hospital, with Cho right behind her.
Cho and Angelina finally reached the Hospital, and ran through the door, "Girls!" Mrs. Pomfrey shouted, and stood up.
Cho and Angelina looked at each other, straighten their robes, and then ran over to Mrs. Pomfrey's desk, "Mrs. Pomfrey..." Cho started to say as she caught her breath, "Chanse got into Oliver's room, and..."
"Oh," Mrs. Pomfrey sat back down in her chair, and scooted up to the desk, "so you helped her get back there, after I told you two that no one can see Oliver?"
Cho looked down at the desk, and then back up at Mrs. Pomfrey, "Yes." Cho whispered, and then Angelina began to softly laugh, "Shut up Angelina." Cho hit Angelina's arm. "But yes Mrs. Pomfrey I helped her...but I saw you in Oliver's window, and I haven't seen Chanse," Cho quickly said, and then caught her breath, again, "Do you know where she is?"
Mrs. Pomfrey looked up from her papers, she didn't say anything, and got up and walked around the desk to Angelina and Cho, "Girls, follow me." Mrs. Pomfrey said with no feeling.
Cho and Angelina watched as Mrs. Pomfrey started walking do the hallway, then she stopped, in the middle of the hallway, and turned around to the girls, who were still standing by her desk ,"Are you coming?" Cho and Angelina looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and ran down the hallway to Mrs. Pomfrey.
While the girls were walking down the hallway the looked in every room, and saw young witches, wizard, and creatures being treated for injuries as small as a little bump, to as major as a missing finger, or a huge gash in the limb. But the farther they walked down the hall, the worse the injuries got.
Finally down at the end of the hall, Mrs. Pomfrey stopped outside a shut door. "You two may go in and see her; I have to attend to some of my other patients." Cho and Angelina nodded their head, and watched Mrs. Pomfrey walk across the hall, and open the door.
The girls looked in the room, that Mrs. Pomfrey had just walk into and saw a young man, mostly likely a wizard, strapped up to all kinds of tubes, and had all kinds of fluids running in and out of him. "Poor fellow." Cho whispered to Angelina, who was standing there in shock, "Angelina?"
"That's Oliver..." Her voice trailed off in a whisper.
Cho turned back around, and looked at the young man again, but before she could get a good look Dobby shut the door.
Cho looked down at the ground, and then up at Angelina, who had come out of her state of shock, "Should we go in?" Angelina whispered. Cho didn't say anything, she just nodded her head.
The two girls turned to the giant white door, and stared at it for a little bit. Cho looked at Angelina, who nodded to her, and Cho nodded back, and turned back to the giant door. Cho took a deep breath and placed her shaking hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it.
Angelina stepped forward, and pushed on the door, and the two of them stood there, and watched the giant door, slowly open, and revealed their fallen friend, "Chanse..." Angelina whispered.
The two girls were frozen solid; they couldn't blink, or make a noise.
Finally their motionless was broken, when Cho slid her hand into Angelina's, and gripped it tightly. Angelina looked over at Cho, who had small tears running down her face. Angelina smiled, and then Cho looked over at Angelina, and smiled back. The two of them tightened their grip and walked into the hospital room, and shut the door behind them.
Angelina and Cho walked in the room, and stood at the end of the bed, and looked at their friend. Cho let go of Angelina's hand, and walked over to Chanse's bedside and sat down in the chair, next to the bed, and stared at Chanse, and began to let her tears ran down her face.
Angelina stood at the end of the bed, staring at Cho, "What are we supposed to do? Chanse is...Chanse can't be..." Angelina thought, as tears began to form in her eyes, "I can't cry...Cho is hurting because Chanse is hurt." Angelina took a deep breath in and pushed back her tears, and walked over to Cho and placed her hands on Cho's shoulders. Cho didn't look up at Angelina; she just placed her hands on Angelina's hands.
A few minutes later the two girls heard small voices from across the hall. Angelina slowly slid her hands off of Cho's shoulder, and walked over to the door, and cracked it opened, and listened to what was going on across the hall...
"Enervate..." A voice whispered.
There was a small pause, "Nothing." Another voice said.
"Recursus artus animatio..."
Another pause, "Stronger, but still weak."
"What is the main injury?"
"The heart." Angelina continued to listen in puzzlement.
"Intergo extraorum, adsigno vulnus, recursus artus, acuouere maturo."
A small sigh, "still nothing, the arteries have stopped tearing apart, but nothing major."
"That is all I am able to do." The door across the hall slowly began to open. Angelina quickly shut her door and leaned against it.
"What am I to do with him?"
"Mrs. Pomfrey I will search my spell book, for something to cure him," The voice slowly became louder and louder, and Angelina ran over to Cho, and sat on the chair's arm, and placed her arm around Cho, "but for now I must tend to another."
Shortly there after, a couple of knocks came from the door, and Angelina and Cho looked at the door, and didn't say anything. They watched as the giant door's knob began to turn, and the door opened, "Ladies?" a voice, from behind the door, softly spoke.
Within seconds, Dumbledore came walking in, and looked at Chanse, then at the two girls, "Ladies, I know this is a hard time for you two," Dumbledore walked over to them, and grabbed a hand of each one of the girls, "but I want to reassure you that Chanse will be ok, she will, most likely be back to normal, minus the broken heart, by supper time."
Cho and Angelina sighed with relief, and looked at each other, and smiled, then looked at Dumbledore, and ran into his arms, and squeezed him tightly, "Oh ladies, don't thank me. Thank Mrs. Pomfrey, Dobby, and Winky, for taking care of Chanse...but also thank Chanse for being such a strong young woman." Dumbledore smiled, "but if you wouldn't mind I would like to be alone with Chanse." Cho and Angelina smiled and nodded, and walked out of the room.
Dumbledore followed the two girls, to the door, and after they left the room, Dumbledore shut the door and turned around to Chanse. He walked over to her bed, and sat down next to her, and looked at her face, moving it to the left...then to the right. Then he moved her hair, and looked at the bandage on her head, and he smiled. "Enervate." He whispered to Chanse.
Dumbledore slowly moved away from Chanse and stood up.
No movement.
Dumbledore walked over to the window and looked out onto the courtyard, where all the students were playing in.
"What happened?" Chanse mumbled.
Dumbledore turned around and saw Chanse sitting up in her bed, holding her head, "What the hell happened to me?"
"Hello Chanse." Dumbledore laughed, as he walked over to her bedside and sat down.
"Oh hello Professor...what happened to me?"
"Well you were in a fight with Voldemort..."
"I remember that," Chanse smirked, "Last thing I remember was..." Chanse began to think of the last thing she remembered, "Seeing Oliver...wait where's Oliver?" Chanse began to panic and look around the room.
"Calm down Chanse," Dumbledore placed his hands on her shoulders, "Oliver is still in his hospital room," Dumbledore stood up and walked over to the window and looked out it, again, "What happened was you fainted in Oliver's room, do to stress, fear, depression, and a broken heart." Dumbledore looked at Chanse out of the corner of his eye, and saw that she was staring at her sheets on the bed. "Oh and do to the cuts on your head." Dumbledore laughed, as he turned around and smiled at Chanse.
Chanse quickly felt the bandage on her head, and laughed, "Here let me get that Chanse." Dumbledore laughed, as he walked over to Chanse bed and sat down, and placed his hands on her head, "Medeor incido." Dumbledore removed the bandages on Chanse's head, and she was healed.
"Thank you." Chanse smiled.
Dumbledore stood up, and walked over to the chair in the corner and picked up Chanse's robe, and laid it down on Chanse's bed, and then walked over to the window, and continued watching all the students, "You have chosen a nice way to spend you Spring Break." Dumbledore laughed.
"You could say that." Chanse laughed back, as she picked up the robe.
Dumbledore turned around to Chanse and looked at her, "I'm going to say something, that I said to your brother..." Chanse looked up from her robe, "What happened to you, should be kept a secret, and at Hogwarts, when there's a secret," Dumbledore began to softly laugh, "everyone knows." Chanse laughed, and crawled out of bed, and began to put on her robe.
"Chanse?"
"Yes?"
"Supper is at seven, as usual..." Chanse nodded, "I hope to see you there."
"Yes sir."
Chanse watched as the old wizard left the room, and shut the door behind him. Chanse slipped on her robe, and walked over to her window, and saw first through seventh years, playing in the courtyard; she smiled and started to walk out of the room.
When she got to the door, she placed her hand on the knob, and stared at it, "This is my life." She whispered to herself, as she smiled she turned the knob.
She walked out into the hallway and looked at Oliver's door; she walked over to it, placed her hand against the door, and a tear slowly formed in her eye, and rolled out onto her cheek, and hit the floor. Chanse nodded her head, and continued walking down the hallway.
"Hello Mrs. Pomfrey." Chanse smiled.
"Oh hello Chanse, I'm happy to see you're ok...and happy."
"Yeah...thank you for taking care of me, and please tell Dobby and Winky thank you too."
"Will do, and here you are," Mrs. Pomfrey opened her desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills, and shook them at Chanse, "take two of these, every time you hurt, but don't take more then two within one hour, ok?"
Chanse took the bottle and nodded, "ok...thank you." Mrs. Pomfrey nodded, and went back to her work.
Chanse turned around, and walked over to the hospital door, started to open it, but she looked back at Mrs. Pomfrey, who was busy working away. Chanse sighed, and smiled, and opened the door.