Disclaimer: Yes I finally remembered and just because I always (well,
almost always) forget I disclaim this whole damn story, except the plot but
don't think that because I have disclaimed this story that any of you
cheeky fan fictioners can go and borrow my plot, because I didn't disclaim
that. Just the characters which belong to J K Rowling and of course warner
brothers who owns the movie.
Authors Note: Okay Im just pre-warning you this chapter is a little odd, but I was hyperactive when I wrote this and you are all getting desperate for another chapter and unfortunately this is all I have, my exams are all next week so after that the pressure is off and you will definitately be getting more of this story. This isn't going to turn into one of those freaky weird odd blurgy stories with marshmallow bunny rabbits and machine guns, although Im sad to say I must have it in for poor Hermione as all of my story ideas involve her being raped, kidnapped or killed. Its just so sad. Please read and review.
love ya all
Lozza
Chapter 7 - The illusion Hermione open her eyes and looked around her hospital room. Her blurry vision could just barely make out a small table in the corner with two muggle magazines on it and a green chair with a matching green cushion on it.
"How are you feeling?" A woman, no older than 30, smiled at her. She had a sweet face, flushed cheeks and strawberry blonde hair which was tied back into a bun.
"Argh," Hermione could only groan, she was sore all over, like she had fallen from the top of a skyscraper, not that she knew what that felt like, she could only imagine.
"You'll feel a little groggy from the anaesthetic, but you'll be fine. It was quite a nasty way you were found in, do you remember what happened? You lost a lot of blood but there was no wound."
Hermione groaned again, how could she forget what had happened? The pain was so intense, but after a while the throbbing became rhythmic, she became less focused on her arm and began to notice what was happening around her. She was in the shower, goodness know why he put her there, the shower head was dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Excuse me!" the nurse was beginning to raise her voice in annoyance, "which would you prefer?"
"Of what?" Hermione asked, the nurse grunted as she realised Hermione was not listening at all and she would have to repeat herself for the fifth time! "I said, would you like a shower now or would you like to wait until your parent return from their lunch?"
"I think I'll take a shower now thank you."
The water was warm on her body, but not the least bit relaxing. Hermione was of mixed feelings, one half of her was telling her to stay safe in her hospital bed until she was better, but the other half was planning how best to leave unnoticed and rescue Draco. She mentally stamped out any thought of leaving Draco to his father and set her mind to leaving this nauseating place. The nurse soon came back to fetch her from the shower and take her back to her room. Hermione was relieved to find her room empty when she returned, once the nurse was gone she gathered her things and quickly dressed in her jeans and a yellow t-shirt. She darted past the nurses staff room and nodded at the guard before slipping out of the ward and into the corridor.
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The wind was cool on her face and it whipped her hair into tangles behind her. She was still feeling light headed and she sat on a bench every 10 -15 minutes to regain her strength. 'How will I ever manage to help Draco if I cant even last 20 minutes without coming close to fainting.' She was in a terrible situation, but there was nothing to be done about it. Hermione had not any idea where it start looking for Voldemort and no idea who to ask. So, in a desperate attempt at any sort of lead, she headed towards Flinders Cabin. It was busier than before and the noise and commotion was making her head spin. She sat on a bench next to a palm tree and closed her eyes.
"I need some serious help." She whispered to herself.
"Weez are all needin help, sister! What make ya fink yor so special, eh?" The owner of this deep voice was very small, no bigger than one hand span, and plump, not at all what she imagined the owner of such a voice to look like. He was wearing clothes of brown leather and he was smoking an incredibly smelly cigar.
"Who are you? What are you?" Hermione asked this rather odd looking fellow.
"Barney, juz call me Barney." He answered with a wink. "Ya plead ya case. I'm ya judge and ya jury, I decide wot happens to ya. Got it?"
"Yeah, I think so," Hermione had read about the Diastrons, well that is, in fact if that was what Barney was, she couldn't be sure because the Diastrons came in all different shapes, sizes and forms, "I tell you what I need help with and you decide if you think I need it badly enough for you to help."
"Hole in one, sister, yaz one smart cookie." He slapped his knee with his hand.
"I need to save my friends life, I just don't know where he is." Hermione looked desperately at Barney.
"Ya friends life, eh?" Barney said, thinking. "Are ya riskin' your neck ta save hiz?"
"Yes, there is a high possibly I will die, but I love h-" Hermione stopped in mid sentence, completely shocked at what she was just about to say. 'Love Malfoy.Draco Malfoy. Me, love him!?'
"Ya love 'im?" Barney smiled, "well, how could I say no ta that? I'd have to be heartless. I can find ya man for ya, in fact just coz ya love 'im, I can do one better, I can take ya there. Howz that?" Barney was grinning from ear to ear.
"Thank you," Hermione said. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear away her thoughts and concentrate on Barney's instructions.
"Gimme ya hand," Barney stretched out his hand to her and she took it. "close ya eyes, and fink of exactly wot you want."
She did as she was told, picturing Draco that night they when for a walk together. She heard Barney wish her luck before she fell into a seemingly never ending black hole. She fell down and down and down. Hermione was instantly reminded of Alice in wonderland, falling down the rabbit hole.
Thump! She had landed on a soft bed, she glanced around her, the bed looked as though it were made for a king, and inside the bed, what looked like a prince, though she could not see his face, he looked as though he were asleep. Dead. Unconscious. She didn't know. She reached over and pulled the covers down, enough to see his face properly, she gasped. He had no face, well, when I say 'no face' I mean he did have a face once, but the mangled bloody mess could hardly be called a face, it could only be call just that, a mess. The flaming red hair upon the body's head could only belong to a Weasley, Ron Weasley. She was only able to tear her eyes from him when the urge to throw up drowned her like a river, she succumbed to her urge in the toilet of the connecting bathroom. Though she dreaded to do so she needed to find Draco and the only way to do that was to go back into that room.
She stepped out of the bathroom only to find the bed and Ron's body gone, replacing it was a doll house and a small child brushing the hair of one of the many dolls surrounding her. The girl looked no more than three years of age, she was wearing a frilly pink dress, overdone with lace and ribbons from top to bottom, the girl looked at Hermione and smiled. Hermione frowned as she recognised the girl, as though she'd seen her somewhere before, but where? The girl stood and made her way towards Hermione, she took her hand and lead her back to the doll house, Hermione sat with the girl and watched her play. As she watched her the realisation hit her and her jaw dropped in utter disbelief, the girl was her! Hermione Granger at age three. Hermione recognised everything, the dress, her mother made her wear it to Aunt Libby's wedding as flower girl. The doll, Melanie, Hermione had stuck to that doll like glue until one day she left it on the school bus and she never found it again. Hermione shrieked and jumped away, moving backwards more and more, but never taking her eyes off the girl.
"What do you want? Leave me alone." Hermione asked desperately, her voice was shaking.
'Hermione!' The cry was distant, muffled. Hermione was scared out of her wits and this cry almost made her pass out.
"Go away." She pleaded. She was still walking backwards, from the girl, when she bumped into something solid, she spun around she found herself face to face with Cedric Diggory. It was all too much and she collapsed on the floor in a sobbing heap, much like Narcissa Malfoy. What on earth was going on?
Hermione jumped when she felt someone stroking her hair, she looked up and saw the most fabulous person in the world. Harry Potter. He wiped away her tears and helped her up, before sweeping her into a glorious hug.
'Hermione,' it was the voice again, the muffled creepy one.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so scared," she whimpered into his shoulder, "take me home, take me away from here."
"Do you love him, Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.
"Love who?" She asked, confused at his question.
"Have you forgotten why you are here already, my love?" He asked, his voice edged with annoyance.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, stupid girl, Malfoy!" Harry pushed her away roughly and she fell to the floor hard.
"Ow! Harry! What's gotten into you?"
Harry reached down and ripped at her hair, "I said, do you love him?" he asked harshly.
"Ow! Ow! Harry let go! What are you doing?" Hermione was panicking, surely this was not her Harry.
"Wrong! Answer my question!" Harry slapped her in the face and she fell to the floor again. "Do you love him? Do you love him? Do you love him?" he was yelling at her now.
"Harry?" She said softly, "why does it matter?"
Harry knelt down behind her, he pulled her hair back revealing her ear and whispered, "Because I want him to watch you die knowing how you feel about him. Love is the best kind of torture."
Tears streamed down her face, "Who are you?" she asked quietly.
"I'm Harry, of course," She could hear his soft laughter in her hear, then a sharp pressure on her throat. It was a knife.
"Now, Hermione, dear, I suggest you say something, he's watching you know." The pressure increased and warm blood oozed down her neck, she knew she didn't have much longer.
"Your not worthless, Draco! Your special and don't you ever forget that!" Hermione shouted this to him, where ever he may be, with all of her heart and soul.
"What no messages of undying love? Oh well too late now. Goodb-"
But Harry never finished his sentence because he was already dead.
"Oh no, what now? Aliens, snakes spiders or -" The room evaporated into nothing, and Hermione was left staring into the eyes of-
"- Draco?"
"Hermione what are you doing here?"
"I came to rescue you, but you seem to be doing okay on your own." She said, noticing him free and relatively unharmed.
Despite the danger they were in Draco laughed. "You dolt! Come on lets get out of here."
"What happened in there?"
"I'll tell you later, just keep a look out, okay? There are a lot of people in here who wish that I was dead right now, and none of them would have any problem in killing us both."
"You know, you could've just said there were death eaters looking for us."
"Well, yeah, that too. Come on and keep down."
Authors Note: Okay Im just pre-warning you this chapter is a little odd, but I was hyperactive when I wrote this and you are all getting desperate for another chapter and unfortunately this is all I have, my exams are all next week so after that the pressure is off and you will definitately be getting more of this story. This isn't going to turn into one of those freaky weird odd blurgy stories with marshmallow bunny rabbits and machine guns, although Im sad to say I must have it in for poor Hermione as all of my story ideas involve her being raped, kidnapped or killed. Its just so sad. Please read and review.
love ya all
Lozza
Chapter 7 - The illusion Hermione open her eyes and looked around her hospital room. Her blurry vision could just barely make out a small table in the corner with two muggle magazines on it and a green chair with a matching green cushion on it.
"How are you feeling?" A woman, no older than 30, smiled at her. She had a sweet face, flushed cheeks and strawberry blonde hair which was tied back into a bun.
"Argh," Hermione could only groan, she was sore all over, like she had fallen from the top of a skyscraper, not that she knew what that felt like, she could only imagine.
"You'll feel a little groggy from the anaesthetic, but you'll be fine. It was quite a nasty way you were found in, do you remember what happened? You lost a lot of blood but there was no wound."
Hermione groaned again, how could she forget what had happened? The pain was so intense, but after a while the throbbing became rhythmic, she became less focused on her arm and began to notice what was happening around her. She was in the shower, goodness know why he put her there, the shower head was dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Excuse me!" the nurse was beginning to raise her voice in annoyance, "which would you prefer?"
"Of what?" Hermione asked, the nurse grunted as she realised Hermione was not listening at all and she would have to repeat herself for the fifth time! "I said, would you like a shower now or would you like to wait until your parent return from their lunch?"
"I think I'll take a shower now thank you."
The water was warm on her body, but not the least bit relaxing. Hermione was of mixed feelings, one half of her was telling her to stay safe in her hospital bed until she was better, but the other half was planning how best to leave unnoticed and rescue Draco. She mentally stamped out any thought of leaving Draco to his father and set her mind to leaving this nauseating place. The nurse soon came back to fetch her from the shower and take her back to her room. Hermione was relieved to find her room empty when she returned, once the nurse was gone she gathered her things and quickly dressed in her jeans and a yellow t-shirt. She darted past the nurses staff room and nodded at the guard before slipping out of the ward and into the corridor.
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The wind was cool on her face and it whipped her hair into tangles behind her. She was still feeling light headed and she sat on a bench every 10 -15 minutes to regain her strength. 'How will I ever manage to help Draco if I cant even last 20 minutes without coming close to fainting.' She was in a terrible situation, but there was nothing to be done about it. Hermione had not any idea where it start looking for Voldemort and no idea who to ask. So, in a desperate attempt at any sort of lead, she headed towards Flinders Cabin. It was busier than before and the noise and commotion was making her head spin. She sat on a bench next to a palm tree and closed her eyes.
"I need some serious help." She whispered to herself.
"Weez are all needin help, sister! What make ya fink yor so special, eh?" The owner of this deep voice was very small, no bigger than one hand span, and plump, not at all what she imagined the owner of such a voice to look like. He was wearing clothes of brown leather and he was smoking an incredibly smelly cigar.
"Who are you? What are you?" Hermione asked this rather odd looking fellow.
"Barney, juz call me Barney." He answered with a wink. "Ya plead ya case. I'm ya judge and ya jury, I decide wot happens to ya. Got it?"
"Yeah, I think so," Hermione had read about the Diastrons, well that is, in fact if that was what Barney was, she couldn't be sure because the Diastrons came in all different shapes, sizes and forms, "I tell you what I need help with and you decide if you think I need it badly enough for you to help."
"Hole in one, sister, yaz one smart cookie." He slapped his knee with his hand.
"I need to save my friends life, I just don't know where he is." Hermione looked desperately at Barney.
"Ya friends life, eh?" Barney said, thinking. "Are ya riskin' your neck ta save hiz?"
"Yes, there is a high possibly I will die, but I love h-" Hermione stopped in mid sentence, completely shocked at what she was just about to say. 'Love Malfoy.Draco Malfoy. Me, love him!?'
"Ya love 'im?" Barney smiled, "well, how could I say no ta that? I'd have to be heartless. I can find ya man for ya, in fact just coz ya love 'im, I can do one better, I can take ya there. Howz that?" Barney was grinning from ear to ear.
"Thank you," Hermione said. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear away her thoughts and concentrate on Barney's instructions.
"Gimme ya hand," Barney stretched out his hand to her and she took it. "close ya eyes, and fink of exactly wot you want."
She did as she was told, picturing Draco that night they when for a walk together. She heard Barney wish her luck before she fell into a seemingly never ending black hole. She fell down and down and down. Hermione was instantly reminded of Alice in wonderland, falling down the rabbit hole.
Thump! She had landed on a soft bed, she glanced around her, the bed looked as though it were made for a king, and inside the bed, what looked like a prince, though she could not see his face, he looked as though he were asleep. Dead. Unconscious. She didn't know. She reached over and pulled the covers down, enough to see his face properly, she gasped. He had no face, well, when I say 'no face' I mean he did have a face once, but the mangled bloody mess could hardly be called a face, it could only be call just that, a mess. The flaming red hair upon the body's head could only belong to a Weasley, Ron Weasley. She was only able to tear her eyes from him when the urge to throw up drowned her like a river, she succumbed to her urge in the toilet of the connecting bathroom. Though she dreaded to do so she needed to find Draco and the only way to do that was to go back into that room.
She stepped out of the bathroom only to find the bed and Ron's body gone, replacing it was a doll house and a small child brushing the hair of one of the many dolls surrounding her. The girl looked no more than three years of age, she was wearing a frilly pink dress, overdone with lace and ribbons from top to bottom, the girl looked at Hermione and smiled. Hermione frowned as she recognised the girl, as though she'd seen her somewhere before, but where? The girl stood and made her way towards Hermione, she took her hand and lead her back to the doll house, Hermione sat with the girl and watched her play. As she watched her the realisation hit her and her jaw dropped in utter disbelief, the girl was her! Hermione Granger at age three. Hermione recognised everything, the dress, her mother made her wear it to Aunt Libby's wedding as flower girl. The doll, Melanie, Hermione had stuck to that doll like glue until one day she left it on the school bus and she never found it again. Hermione shrieked and jumped away, moving backwards more and more, but never taking her eyes off the girl.
"What do you want? Leave me alone." Hermione asked desperately, her voice was shaking.
'Hermione!' The cry was distant, muffled. Hermione was scared out of her wits and this cry almost made her pass out.
"Go away." She pleaded. She was still walking backwards, from the girl, when she bumped into something solid, she spun around she found herself face to face with Cedric Diggory. It was all too much and she collapsed on the floor in a sobbing heap, much like Narcissa Malfoy. What on earth was going on?
Hermione jumped when she felt someone stroking her hair, she looked up and saw the most fabulous person in the world. Harry Potter. He wiped away her tears and helped her up, before sweeping her into a glorious hug.
'Hermione,' it was the voice again, the muffled creepy one.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so scared," she whimpered into his shoulder, "take me home, take me away from here."
"Do you love him, Hermione?" Harry asked quietly.
"Love who?" She asked, confused at his question.
"Have you forgotten why you are here already, my love?" He asked, his voice edged with annoyance.
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, stupid girl, Malfoy!" Harry pushed her away roughly and she fell to the floor hard.
"Ow! Harry! What's gotten into you?"
Harry reached down and ripped at her hair, "I said, do you love him?" he asked harshly.
"Ow! Ow! Harry let go! What are you doing?" Hermione was panicking, surely this was not her Harry.
"Wrong! Answer my question!" Harry slapped her in the face and she fell to the floor again. "Do you love him? Do you love him? Do you love him?" he was yelling at her now.
"Harry?" She said softly, "why does it matter?"
Harry knelt down behind her, he pulled her hair back revealing her ear and whispered, "Because I want him to watch you die knowing how you feel about him. Love is the best kind of torture."
Tears streamed down her face, "Who are you?" she asked quietly.
"I'm Harry, of course," She could hear his soft laughter in her hear, then a sharp pressure on her throat. It was a knife.
"Now, Hermione, dear, I suggest you say something, he's watching you know." The pressure increased and warm blood oozed down her neck, she knew she didn't have much longer.
"Your not worthless, Draco! Your special and don't you ever forget that!" Hermione shouted this to him, where ever he may be, with all of her heart and soul.
"What no messages of undying love? Oh well too late now. Goodb-"
But Harry never finished his sentence because he was already dead.
"Oh no, what now? Aliens, snakes spiders or -" The room evaporated into nothing, and Hermione was left staring into the eyes of-
"- Draco?"
"Hermione what are you doing here?"
"I came to rescue you, but you seem to be doing okay on your own." She said, noticing him free and relatively unharmed.
Despite the danger they were in Draco laughed. "You dolt! Come on lets get out of here."
"What happened in there?"
"I'll tell you later, just keep a look out, okay? There are a lot of people in here who wish that I was dead right now, and none of them would have any problem in killing us both."
"You know, you could've just said there were death eaters looking for us."
"Well, yeah, that too. Come on and keep down."