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A/N~ Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Ittybittytreefrog: Aww thanks! Lol! I will try slowing it down. Thanks so much for the review!
Chapter Fifteen
"It's okay, Harry," Hermione whispered as she gently stroked his forehead with her fingers.
She cradled his head in her lap. She didn't bother waking him up though, maybe he just needed some rest.
"The bus will be here soon," she said. Hermione knew that Harry could not hear her, but she kept talking anyways.
"You are going to be fine. Everything will be okay. . ."
She stopped talking because she could see the buss off in the distance. Hermione took out her wand and transfigured Harry into a suitcase, because she didn't want anyone to see him and start asking questions.
'I'll change him back once we get on the bus,' Hermione told herself, 'they have beds there, so Harry can be comfortable when he wakes up.'
As the bus drew closer Hermione realized something. She had no money. As quickly as she could she gathered a small pile of fallen leaves and transformed them into galleons.
She felt very dishonest about it. It is of course, impossible to transfigure anything into real wizard money, due to various charms and spells. The galleons that Hermione was now scooping up and putting into her pockets were obviously counterfeit. She could only hope that nobody on the bus would notice right away. . .
The bus finally reached Hermione so she picked up Harry-her suitcase and waited to enter the bus.
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Ginny glanced worriedly at Cho. She had been crying non-stop for the past hour. At first Ginny tried to cheer her up.
"I'm sorry Ginny," Cho explained tearfully, "but don't worry about me. Just take care of Ron. I just need a minute to myself."
Her minute stretched to an hour. Ron, who had seemed like he was about to wake up, lost consciousness again.
Ginny could tell, just by looking at his facial expressions that he was suffering. But there was nothing he could do to help him. There was nothing she could do to help Cho. There was nothing she could do to help. . . there wasn't even anything she could do to help herself.
A/N~ Thanks to all of my reviewers!
Ittybittytreefrog: Aww thanks! Lol! I will try slowing it down. Thanks so much for the review!
Chapter Fifteen
"It's okay, Harry," Hermione whispered as she gently stroked his forehead with her fingers.
She cradled his head in her lap. She didn't bother waking him up though, maybe he just needed some rest.
"The bus will be here soon," she said. Hermione knew that Harry could not hear her, but she kept talking anyways.
"You are going to be fine. Everything will be okay. . ."
She stopped talking because she could see the buss off in the distance. Hermione took out her wand and transfigured Harry into a suitcase, because she didn't want anyone to see him and start asking questions.
'I'll change him back once we get on the bus,' Hermione told herself, 'they have beds there, so Harry can be comfortable when he wakes up.'
As the bus drew closer Hermione realized something. She had no money. As quickly as she could she gathered a small pile of fallen leaves and transformed them into galleons.
She felt very dishonest about it. It is of course, impossible to transfigure anything into real wizard money, due to various charms and spells. The galleons that Hermione was now scooping up and putting into her pockets were obviously counterfeit. She could only hope that nobody on the bus would notice right away. . .
The bus finally reached Hermione so she picked up Harry-her suitcase and waited to enter the bus.
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Ginny glanced worriedly at Cho. She had been crying non-stop for the past hour. At first Ginny tried to cheer her up.
"I'm sorry Ginny," Cho explained tearfully, "but don't worry about me. Just take care of Ron. I just need a minute to myself."
Her minute stretched to an hour. Ron, who had seemed like he was about to wake up, lost consciousness again.
Ginny could tell, just by looking at his facial expressions that he was suffering. But there was nothing he could do to help him. There was nothing she could do to help Cho. There was nothing she could do to help. . . there wasn't even anything she could do to help herself.
