Two Sides
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Author: Can't get enough of me huh? Back for more twisted tales from the mind of yours truly?? Well here ya go, fresh off my computer, the new chapter of Two Sides, more is to come to our characters, but what is yet to be discovered… (Please excuse the dorkiness, I'm bored with a laptop, what can you expect?) Also, if you haven't already noticed, Hermione is the main character.
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"Are you feeling okay Hermione?" Harry asked.
The three were sitting in the common room looking over their Transfiguration books for their first homework assignment, their professor thought it necessary to start the new year off "right".
"Yea, I could use some headache potion or something." She said, her words quiet and unsure.
"Hermione not knowing the name of a potion? Especially a potion I know the name of?! She must be sick!" Ron exclaimed, only partially sarcastic.
"Maybe we should take you to the hospital wing." Harry said, looking into her glazed eyes surrounded by dark lines on a flushed, pale face.
"I don't need to-" She started, but passed out, falling off the couch she previously was sitting on.
Harry and Ron exchanged panicked glances, picked her up and dashed to the hospital wing with her dangling in their arms. As they ran around a corner, they crashed into someone, knocking them flat onto their posterior while they both dropped Hermione and fell to the ground as well. The person they ran into turned out to be none other than Professor McGonagall and she didn't look pleased.
"What, may I ask, are you two doing running around the castle at this time?! You are all supposed to be in your common rooms!" She puffed.
"It's-it's Hermione." Ron stuttered in his worry.
"Hermio- Oh my goodness!" She exclaimed at the sight of the unconscious Hermione on the floor behind the boys. "We must get her to the Hospital Wing at once!"
McGonagall levitated Hermione and walked swiftly down the hallway, the boys running behind to catch up.
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"You may see her now boys." McGonagall informed the anxious boys in the Hospital Wing waiting room.
"Are you okay?" "Why did you pass out?" "Are you sick?" "What's wrong?" Hermione was attacked with questions when her two friends entered the room.
"I'm fine, Madam Pomfrey says it was probably just a dizzy spell, I'm not sick." Was her answer to the many questions.
"Dizzy spell? Someone cast a spell on you to make you faint?!" Ron said angered.
"No, it just means I became dizzy and passed out, not an actual spell." She corrected.
"Sounds like our Hermione's back." Harry said, smiling.
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"Quiddich season! I can't wait!" Ron exclaimed after reading the newest bulletin in the common room.
Maybe this year the slow git will make the team a small voice whispered in Hermione's head. Ron is a good player, he will definitely make the team! She mentally argued with herself. Ronald Weasley play Quiddich? Ha! He is a disgrace to his own name! It countered. There was a pause, then, Who are you and what are you doing in my head? Hermione asked the unknown voice, a bit worried. Why Hermione, don't you recognize me? I'm you.
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Author: Don't hate me for my love of cliffhangers! This is the second chapter in a day so be happy with what you're getting (do I get a special prize for using the word posterior? Haha, Pineapple!). Besides, all good authors have to leave you wanting more…