- 18 -
Severus rolled over in bed, frowning. The after affect of Crucio was finally taken its toll on his body, and torturing him. Whimpering, he gulped down a potion to sooth the pain.
A couple rooms away, Remus was lying on his back, listening to Hermione cry in her sleep in her room. He pushed his face into the pillow, knowing he had tried everything for her, and failed.
The next morning, Sirius stretched and yawned, looking at his watch. It was 8 already, and still hadn't gotten dressed! He scrambled around, throwing clothes on.
"Severus! I'll be down for breakfast in a min-" he started. Severus ran out of Hermione's room, and darted into the potions lab. Sirius followed him, Remus joining them
"What's going on? Why are we going in here?" he asked. Sirius shrugged, and turned to Severus, who was pulling multiple items from cabinets.
"Severus, what is up? You ran out of Hermione's room like a werewolf was-" Sirius bit his lip, when Remus glared at him, "er, like a vampire was chasing you!"
"Her-mi-on-e..." Severus replied, "She's sick!"
"Sick? That's it? A COLD?!" Sirius asked, frowning, "Then what's all the panic about?"
"Not a cold. Crucio. It has made her ill, having it performed on her in this state..." the Potions Master said, stirring his potion. He poured it into a glass, and stepped carefully, refusing to let a drop fall.
"So? A potion can fix her right up!" Remus said. Severus shook his head.
"No, it can't. It can reduce her fever, but that's it," he muttered, walking back into Hermione's room. Hermione looked at them, whimpering. She was pale, her eyes half closed.
Severus helped her drink the potion, wincing at her look of displeasure at the taste. "Get some rest. I'll bring you some breakfast in a bit," he assured her, turning off the light, and shutting the door.
"How could a Crucio curse do that?" Remus asked. Severus sighed,
"Her power isn't at it's normal level, so it affects her far worst then me or you," Severus explained, "and when she got hit, it put her system into shock, so..."
He looked at them. Sirius and Remus frowned at Severus. Quietly, he left for the kitchen. Harry and Ron walked out of there room, yawning. "What's going on?' they asked.
"Hermione's sick," Remus sighed, shepherding them downstairs. Severus came back out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with breakfast.
"I'll get the rest of breakfast on the table after a get Hermione comfortable," he said. Remus shook his head.
"No, me and Sirius can do it," Remus replied. Severus nodded, and went upstairs. Sirius went to finish setting the table, while Remus got breakfast out.
Hermione's condition got a bit better after a few days. She managed to be able to get out of bed for meals, then get back in bed.
Sirius sat in the den, reading a magazine about Quidditch, when Harry walked in, frowning. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing the look Harry gave him.
"I..." he started, as the dull white glow started. Sirius sighed, and pulled him up onto his lap, the trembling boy looking at him with wide eyes.
Remus looked in, seeing the newly 6-year-old kid sitting on Sirius' lap, sighing. "Severus said Hermione would be better in a week," he said.
"Good,' Sirius replied, smiling, "What is today, anyway?"
"Um, July 5, I think," Remus muttered, leaving. Sirius shook his head, and let Harry down. Picking up the magazine again, he smiled.
"Lot's of trouble, I say," he sniggered.
Severus rolled over in bed, frowning. The after affect of Crucio was finally taken its toll on his body, and torturing him. Whimpering, he gulped down a potion to sooth the pain.
A couple rooms away, Remus was lying on his back, listening to Hermione cry in her sleep in her room. He pushed his face into the pillow, knowing he had tried everything for her, and failed.
The next morning, Sirius stretched and yawned, looking at his watch. It was 8 already, and still hadn't gotten dressed! He scrambled around, throwing clothes on.
"Severus! I'll be down for breakfast in a min-" he started. Severus ran out of Hermione's room, and darted into the potions lab. Sirius followed him, Remus joining them
"What's going on? Why are we going in here?" he asked. Sirius shrugged, and turned to Severus, who was pulling multiple items from cabinets.
"Severus, what is up? You ran out of Hermione's room like a werewolf was-" Sirius bit his lip, when Remus glared at him, "er, like a vampire was chasing you!"
"Her-mi-on-e..." Severus replied, "She's sick!"
"Sick? That's it? A COLD?!" Sirius asked, frowning, "Then what's all the panic about?"
"Not a cold. Crucio. It has made her ill, having it performed on her in this state..." the Potions Master said, stirring his potion. He poured it into a glass, and stepped carefully, refusing to let a drop fall.
"So? A potion can fix her right up!" Remus said. Severus shook his head.
"No, it can't. It can reduce her fever, but that's it," he muttered, walking back into Hermione's room. Hermione looked at them, whimpering. She was pale, her eyes half closed.
Severus helped her drink the potion, wincing at her look of displeasure at the taste. "Get some rest. I'll bring you some breakfast in a bit," he assured her, turning off the light, and shutting the door.
"How could a Crucio curse do that?" Remus asked. Severus sighed,
"Her power isn't at it's normal level, so it affects her far worst then me or you," Severus explained, "and when she got hit, it put her system into shock, so..."
He looked at them. Sirius and Remus frowned at Severus. Quietly, he left for the kitchen. Harry and Ron walked out of there room, yawning. "What's going on?' they asked.
"Hermione's sick," Remus sighed, shepherding them downstairs. Severus came back out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with breakfast.
"I'll get the rest of breakfast on the table after a get Hermione comfortable," he said. Remus shook his head.
"No, me and Sirius can do it," Remus replied. Severus nodded, and went upstairs. Sirius went to finish setting the table, while Remus got breakfast out.
Hermione's condition got a bit better after a few days. She managed to be able to get out of bed for meals, then get back in bed.
Sirius sat in the den, reading a magazine about Quidditch, when Harry walked in, frowning. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, seeing the look Harry gave him.
"I..." he started, as the dull white glow started. Sirius sighed, and pulled him up onto his lap, the trembling boy looking at him with wide eyes.
Remus looked in, seeing the newly 6-year-old kid sitting on Sirius' lap, sighing. "Severus said Hermione would be better in a week," he said.
"Good,' Sirius replied, smiling, "What is today, anyway?"
"Um, July 5, I think," Remus muttered, leaving. Sirius shook his head, and let Harry down. Picking up the magazine again, he smiled.
"Lot's of trouble, I say," he sniggered.