Ginny was awaken by somebody shaking her. "Hermione?" she said, her vision still foggy. "How did you-?" Hermione looked around. "Draco let me in," Hermione whispered. Ginny glanced at the clock. "It's four in the morning, what's wrong?" Ginny quickly sat up. Harry walked into the room. Hermione sat down on the bed and put her arm around Ginny. "George went to bed yesterday afternoon, and has not woke up. He has slipped into a coma somehow," Hermione said gently. Ginny gave a nervous laugh. "Oh, come on Hermione. You are joking, right?" Ginny looked from Harry to Hermione, not believing it. Harry sadly shook his head. "He was to depressed about Candi and Melanie," Harry explained as he stroked Ginny's hand. "And he went into a coma?!" Ginny shrieked. "We don't know how either, Ginny. We came to take you to your parents' house." Ginny began to cry. Hermione and Harry left her so she could get dressed.
Draco offered his guests some breakfast, but they refused. Malfoy gave a heavy sigh as he sat down at the kitchen table. "How many are there now?" he asked, meaning the killed people. Hermione groaned. "At least thirty families," she said, still shocked. Harry tried to console Hermione. Draco eyed them suspiciously. He thought that they looked cute together. Harry had his head bent near Hermione's, holding her hand in his. Ginny came down the stairs with Jasmine. Ginny's eyes were red and puffy. "We've brought a portkey," Harry informed. They crowded around an old shoe, set upon a table. Ginny took one of Jasmine's fingers and placed it on the shoe. Jasmine cooed with delight, and kept her finger on the portkey without her mother's help. They soon felt the jerk behind their navel's, even Jasmine, who laughed and shrieked.
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"George," Molly wept. "Please, wake up!" George lay in the hospital bed. Hermione, Draco, Ginny, and Harry suddenly appeared next to Mrs. Weasley. Ginny ran to her brother, weaping along with her mother. The whole Weasley family, including Lavender, was crowded into the tiny room. Harry knelt beside the bed, putting his hand on George's shoulder. Hermione joined Harry, staring at George's pale face. Harry was praying, Ginny crying along with her mother, Arthur was staring at the floor, Ron had his face in his hands, Lavender was trying to make Ron feel better, Fred was pacing up and down muttering nonsense things, Percy was staring at his parents who he thought had caused this to happen to George, Bill tried to console his mother along with Charlie, and Hermione was praying with Harry. Draco was quietly talking to Mr. Weasley. Jasmine was quickly handed over to her father, who was not busy crying, concerned as he was. Hermione glanced up from her prayer. "The only thing we can do is hope," she said grimly. Everybody solomnly nodded, wishing and hoping.
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Fudge cried out in distress. "A sleeping spell?" he cried. "A meeting! Raven, call everyone in the meeting room immediatly for an emergancy!" Raven, Fudge's secretary, quickly ran out of the room. Fudge threw down the paper and quickly walked down the hall. Ministry workers were already filling in the room. Fudge walked to the front. He cleared his throat. "It seems," he began, his voice shaking. "That You-Know-Who has planned to put a sleeping charm on some of the most powerful wizards and witches of this time. Including the members of the Order." Cries outbroke from the rather large crowd. "Please!" Fudge yelled. "Please, calm down!" He used the back of his hand to wipe his head. "What I want you to do is to go home to your families and put a spell on your house. Preferely on a room in your house, like Mr. Malfoy has done. I gave him permission to go home to his wife and child. He took my advice, and it was a good thing to, for his house was destroyed. Go home. Quickly!" Fudge waved everybody off, and disappearated to his on home as well.
Draco offered his guests some breakfast, but they refused. Malfoy gave a heavy sigh as he sat down at the kitchen table. "How many are there now?" he asked, meaning the killed people. Hermione groaned. "At least thirty families," she said, still shocked. Harry tried to console Hermione. Draco eyed them suspiciously. He thought that they looked cute together. Harry had his head bent near Hermione's, holding her hand in his. Ginny came down the stairs with Jasmine. Ginny's eyes were red and puffy. "We've brought a portkey," Harry informed. They crowded around an old shoe, set upon a table. Ginny took one of Jasmine's fingers and placed it on the shoe. Jasmine cooed with delight, and kept her finger on the portkey without her mother's help. They soon felt the jerk behind their navel's, even Jasmine, who laughed and shrieked.
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"George," Molly wept. "Please, wake up!" George lay in the hospital bed. Hermione, Draco, Ginny, and Harry suddenly appeared next to Mrs. Weasley. Ginny ran to her brother, weaping along with her mother. The whole Weasley family, including Lavender, was crowded into the tiny room. Harry knelt beside the bed, putting his hand on George's shoulder. Hermione joined Harry, staring at George's pale face. Harry was praying, Ginny crying along with her mother, Arthur was staring at the floor, Ron had his face in his hands, Lavender was trying to make Ron feel better, Fred was pacing up and down muttering nonsense things, Percy was staring at his parents who he thought had caused this to happen to George, Bill tried to console his mother along with Charlie, and Hermione was praying with Harry. Draco was quietly talking to Mr. Weasley. Jasmine was quickly handed over to her father, who was not busy crying, concerned as he was. Hermione glanced up from her prayer. "The only thing we can do is hope," she said grimly. Everybody solomnly nodded, wishing and hoping.
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Fudge cried out in distress. "A sleeping spell?" he cried. "A meeting! Raven, call everyone in the meeting room immediatly for an emergancy!" Raven, Fudge's secretary, quickly ran out of the room. Fudge threw down the paper and quickly walked down the hall. Ministry workers were already filling in the room. Fudge walked to the front. He cleared his throat. "It seems," he began, his voice shaking. "That You-Know-Who has planned to put a sleeping charm on some of the most powerful wizards and witches of this time. Including the members of the Order." Cries outbroke from the rather large crowd. "Please!" Fudge yelled. "Please, calm down!" He used the back of his hand to wipe his head. "What I want you to do is to go home to your families and put a spell on your house. Preferely on a room in your house, like Mr. Malfoy has done. I gave him permission to go home to his wife and child. He took my advice, and it was a good thing to, for his house was destroyed. Go home. Quickly!" Fudge waved everybody off, and disappearated to his on home as well.