Hermione gasped. "Nikole?"
Nikole looked at this surprised girl. "Who is Nikole?"
Hermione said nothing as Madam Pomfry and Ron came in.
"Hello, Miss Piper," began Madam Pomfry. "How was your sleep?"
"She doesn't remember who she is," Hermione answered.
"Oh God," Ron exclaimed.
Madam Pomfry looked at them both. "What are you so sad for? We have exactly the thing for memory restoration." She stood up and walked over to a cabinet. She filed through it for a while before coming back to Nikole's bed with a bottle in her hand.
"What is that?" Hermione asked, standing to make room for Madam Pomfry.
"Kinkerbelle," Madam Pomfry replied.
"Of course!" Hermione exclaimed. "Kinkerbelle! It's the sap from the Nimpher Tree. And when Silacomb is added, it results in one of the best memory restoration spells in the world!"
"Hermione," Ron grumbled. "Now is not the time to be blabbering about Potions or whatever."
"Sorry," Hermione muttered.
"Just relax," Madam Pomfry soothed Nikole. "Just drink this."
*
Nikole stepped out of the girls' dorms dressed in ultra-low-rise jeans and a blue T-shirt. "I feel fat," she groaned as she plopped onto the couch.
"Well, you certainly don't look it," Hermione commented.
"Gee, I hope not," Nikole replied.
Ron was sitting there on the other couch just watching and listening to their conversation. He didn't have a smile on his face. At that moment, Dumbledore stepped into the Gryffindor common room with Snape and McGonagol following.
"Miss Piper," Dumbledore bellowed. "Do you have an idea of where you sent Mr. Potter?"
"Yes. I sent him to the most powerful wizard. Don't you have him?" Nikole said.
"No," Dumbledore said slowly.
"Voldemort has him," Snape said.
"What?" everyone gasped.
"Oh no," said Nikole.
"Gee, ya think?" Ron exclaimed.
"Mr. Weasely," McGonagol said sternly.
"But, if Voldemort has him then...that must mean..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
Nikole looked up. Her face showed no fear. "He has risen."
Nikole looked at this surprised girl. "Who is Nikole?"
Hermione said nothing as Madam Pomfry and Ron came in.
"Hello, Miss Piper," began Madam Pomfry. "How was your sleep?"
"She doesn't remember who she is," Hermione answered.
"Oh God," Ron exclaimed.
Madam Pomfry looked at them both. "What are you so sad for? We have exactly the thing for memory restoration." She stood up and walked over to a cabinet. She filed through it for a while before coming back to Nikole's bed with a bottle in her hand.
"What is that?" Hermione asked, standing to make room for Madam Pomfry.
"Kinkerbelle," Madam Pomfry replied.
"Of course!" Hermione exclaimed. "Kinkerbelle! It's the sap from the Nimpher Tree. And when Silacomb is added, it results in one of the best memory restoration spells in the world!"
"Hermione," Ron grumbled. "Now is not the time to be blabbering about Potions or whatever."
"Sorry," Hermione muttered.
"Just relax," Madam Pomfry soothed Nikole. "Just drink this."
*
Nikole stepped out of the girls' dorms dressed in ultra-low-rise jeans and a blue T-shirt. "I feel fat," she groaned as she plopped onto the couch.
"Well, you certainly don't look it," Hermione commented.
"Gee, I hope not," Nikole replied.
Ron was sitting there on the other couch just watching and listening to their conversation. He didn't have a smile on his face. At that moment, Dumbledore stepped into the Gryffindor common room with Snape and McGonagol following.
"Miss Piper," Dumbledore bellowed. "Do you have an idea of where you sent Mr. Potter?"
"Yes. I sent him to the most powerful wizard. Don't you have him?" Nikole said.
"No," Dumbledore said slowly.
"Voldemort has him," Snape said.
"What?" everyone gasped.
"Oh no," said Nikole.
"Gee, ya think?" Ron exclaimed.
"Mr. Weasely," McGonagol said sternly.
"But, if Voldemort has him then...that must mean..." Hermione's voice trailed off.
Nikole looked up. Her face showed no fear. "He has risen."