A/N: Yay! Finally! After re-writing Part 3 about 7 times, I am ready to type it. I know, you want to ask if I have slept or eaten at all. Well, I will save you the trouble. Very little! I hardly sleep anymore, but I eat a lot...usually in front of my computer. And I still only weigh 120. I love me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. He and all his little friends are owned by Tony Vitale, the head of the Russian Mafia...I mean, J.K Rowling. Yeah, that's who owns them...Shit, I blabbed a Mafia secret. They're gonna come take me away tonight.
Woohoo! More junk before the fic! No, these are my shout-outs.
T.J- I know you are reading this on Doug's computer. I love you so much, boy! You are the coolest brother a girl could ask for. Call me, ok? Much love, bro. Peace.
Sarah- Just so you know, my new obsession is Phish Food (The ice cream, for all you idiots whose world DOESN'T revolve around B&J's ice cream!) and the song Complicated. Love you lots, girl. I miss you, and no, I will not move back to Bloomsburg, damnit! Hehe! I'm only finishing this fic for you. I wrote part of the part where Snape dies. Boohoo! It's so sad. He gets killed by a rolling donut.
Mylaea- No, a rolling donut can't kill Snape. But, I just had three cups of double chocolate swiss mocha, and I'm on a caffeine fueled high. I got the rolling donut from my mom, who told someone she hates to "go take a flying f*** at a rolling donut". Anyway, I love you lots too girl. Finish Broccoli now, or I'm sending the Mafia after you! Anyway, thanks for the idea for this disclaimer...you rock! Much love, girl. Peace.
Slaz- Do you think a rolling donut could kill Snape? I don't. I would tell you how he dies, but that would give away one of the endings, and that would suck, seriously. It sux that your parents grounded you. My parents told me if I dyed my hair red, I could forget about seeing daylight until I'm 18, and I took the hint. My hair is still honey blonde, and it sucks. Ok, I have to get on with the fic, but one more thank you.
Everyone else whom I don't know, or isn't special enough to get mentioned seperately- No!!!!!!! And don't ask me again! No rolling donuts in this fic!!!!!!! But seriously, ya'll rock out loud. (????? I think I got that from Beck while I was in NJ) Keep reviewing. Peace!
Ron and Harry watched Hermione stride angrily toward the door, trying to make a dignified exit, but she fell on the stairs, hurting her leg badly. They both ran over, but Hermione refused help from either of them. They were dismayed. What if she never spoke to them again??? (A/N: Serves them right!)
Hermione pulled herself up and limped through the common room and up the girls staircase. Ron and Harry knew that they had made a BIG mistake. They just didn't know how big. Actually, you would be amazed at how little they knew...like this! Little did they know, it was about to blow up in their face.
They decided to spread the word, because if she already hated them, why not have a little fun?? They told Fred and George about the book. ("No way! She's too...well...smart to do something like that!" "Man, she's...hott...this year...why does she want Snape? She could have any guy in the school!") and Fred and George told everyone else in the school, except the Slytherins. (A/N: Like they aren't gonna find out anyway!!!!)
But, Hermione found out about the damage, and started the damage control. First, she cast a spell on the book to make it invisible to anyone but her. Second, she walked downstairs and punched Harry, then Ron, square in the face. They were angry, but had no time to react. They were gushing blood.
Hermione left the two dingbats and climbed out the portrait hole. She wandered the halls aimlessy for a while, ignoring the icy stares and stinging comments, whispered none too quietly. The waspish instigations made her angry. How could those two have been her best friends a day ago, and now, they are ruining her life? She headed down a flight of stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, she was stopped by Malfoy. (A/N: Duh! Who else????)
"What do you want?" Her voice was rife with anger and pain. Draco looked at her slyly.
"So, you fancy Snape? He'll never like you. You're just a dumb, ignorant, stupid Mudblood!" Her blood boiled at these comments. Ever though he had told her that before, she was more angry than ever. However, her anger was quickly replaced with an unbearable sadness, and before she could stop herself, she sank to the ground and sobbed.
Draco's upper lip curled into an amused sneer. He kicked Hermione's side, and walked away, leaving her on the ground, out of breath and crying. She lay on the ground and cried until Ginny walked past her, did a double-take, and walked back to her best friend, plopping down on the ground next to her and hugging her.
Hermione was aware that someone put their arms around her, and that her leg hurt worse than ever. She should go have it checked out, but the grief was too much for Hermione, and she started to cry again. She had lost two of her best friends, and had her life ruined in the same day. It was just too much.
Hermione felt Ginny leave for dinner, being forced to leave Hermione there, and was dimly aware of someone walking toward her and stopping. The next thing she knew, she was being carried up many flights of stairs to Gryffindor Tower. The strong arms carried her into the empty girls dorm and set her down on her bed, making a quick exit. Hermione fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.
Hermione was woken up by Ginny shaking her. She opened her eyes groggily, staring around blankly. She looked at Ginny.
"Herm, you missed..." She was cut off by Hermione falling back onto the pillow and falling asleep. "Dinner..." She finished to a sleeping Hermione. She pulled the soft fleece Gryffindor cover over Hermione and walked out of the dorm, shutting off the light and lightly shutting the door. *Let sleeping Hermiones lie,* she thought, smiling a little.
Hermione stirred, and rolled over, kicking the blanket off of her.
"No....don't run away...just let me hold you! I want to hold you!" The fretful cries from the dorm were drowned out by the noise from the common room, and they were enveloped by the other noise before anyone could hear them. Hermione continued to stir fretfully, successfully kicking the blanket off the bed and twisting up her light blue silk sheets.
Hermione suddenly awoke, only to realize that she was clutching her pillow as if it were....well, Snape! She shook her head, trying to clear it of the mist in her brain, and crossed the room for a glass of water. She poured water out of the silver pitcher and looked out the window. The grounds looked peaceful and serene in the dusky twilight, and she couldn't help but feel peaceful also.
She walked back to her bed, grabbed her fluffy blue comforter from under her bed, fixed her sheets and snuggled into the four-poster, reaching up only to pull shut the curtain. She fell asleep easily, her depression acting as a serious sleeping pill. (A/N: Never take a Unisom...it usually takes me at LEAST an hour and a half to fall asleep...half of one knocked me out in about 15 minutes...ask T.J!)
Ginny walked into the dorm, peeked through Hermione's curtains and smiled. Hermione was fast asleep. Ginny walked over to her trunk, changed into a nightgown and snuggled into her bed, watching Hermione's bed for any signs of movement. She soon fell asleep, thinking about the plan for tomorrow.
Ginny woke the next morning to Harry and Ron lightly rapping on the door.
"Come on, Gin! Wake up...let us in!" Harry whispered softly, from underneath the Invisibility Cloak. He was afraid Hermione would wake up. Ginny padded silently across the room and unlatched the door.
"I have to tell you, I almost didn't want to let you guys in!" Ginny was whispering too, as to not wake Hermione. She watched as Harry walked over to Hermione's four-poster and peeked in.
"She is so gorgeous when she sleeps! How come I never thought of her as...as..." Harry couldn't even say it.
"A girl?" Ginny whispered wryly, opening Hermione's trunk. "Get down here and help us look!" Harry walked to the end of the bed and peeked in the trunk.
"Ooh! What's this?" Ron pulled out the journal. "Yes! I rule!" He danced around the room, and was stopped by stirring from Hermione's bed.
"NO! Don't leave me! We can be happy together! Just come back! Please!" She started crying, and Ginny took the journal from Ron and shoved it in her own trunk, silently shutting Hermione's.
"Herm? What's wrong?" No answer. "Hermione?" Still no answer came from the bed. Ginny peeked through the curtains, to find her friend crying in her sleep. Harry and Ron started snickering.
"Wonder what she's crying and screaming about?" Ron looked intrigued.
"Who cares? We got the diary!" Harry looked happy as he snatched the book out of Ginny's trunk and opened it. He read a little, and to Ron and Ginny's surprise, his face fell.
"It's the wrong book." Ron and Ginny looked fairly angry, their freckles disappearing in the redness of their faces.
"How can it be the wrong book? It's identical to the one we had yesterday!!!!!" Ron was beside himself, and could not help but shout. Hermione didn't even bat an eyelash.
"Listen to this!" Harry began to read.
~Today was SUCH a terrible day! I slapped Malfoy, and forgot to go to Charms! I just KNOW Cheering Charms are going to be on the final! What if I fail?~
"She didn't fail, now did she? And what was so terrible about her slapping Malfoy?" Ron inquired, his face still red.
"Here's more!" Harry read on.
~I just know what we did was wrong, but we had to do it! Sirius couldn't just get...get...that THING done to him! He's innocent! Oh, why is life so shitty? Why can't Harry have a real home? He deserves it! His life with the Dursleys is so harsh for such a sweet, brave person.~
Harry felt a pang of guilt, but shook it off.
"Harry, you think we were imagining everything? You think that there is no diary?" Ron looked apprehensive.
"NO! There is a diary, and I will find it!!!!!" Harry was on a quest to not look like an idiot, which was hard for him. He HAD to find that diary! He, Ron and Ginny left the room and headed for breakfast, leaving Hermione asleep in the safety and comfort of her four-poster.
Hermione woke about an hour later to an empty common room. There was a Quidditch game, but she didn't feel like going, even though it was Gryffindor versus Slytherin. She wandered around the common room, then clambered out of the portrait hole and headed for the library.
Once in the library, Hermione sought the refuge of a large book titled "The Peak of Voldemort's Rule: The Full Story". She came upon something that looked interesting, and began to read it.
*During Voldemort's peak of power, a sinister stone was created, using crystallized unicorn's blood and other ingredients, but none as important as the blood. The stone was called the Dark Crystal, and as long as Voldemort has control of it, he can not be fully killed, only robbed of power. Only a select group of Death Eaters know how to handle the powerful crystal, and with it, they can destroy Voldemort and end his terror once and for all.*
Hermione slammed the book shut, causing dust to billow into her face. If only people had read this book, Voldemort could have been destroyed, and Harry would still have parents! Her mind raced as she took out the book and headed for Dumbledore's chambers.
Carrying the heavy book in the slightly packed halls, she raced to see Dumbledore. Noticing that the Slytherins looked slightly dejected, she deducted that Gryffindor had won, and she didn't want to go back to the common room. It would be happy, and she was sad.
She reached the gargoyle and quickly whispered the password. (Fizzing Whizbees) The passage opened and she hurried up the stairs. She knocked on the door, her depression being slightly overpowered by her excitement.
"Come in!" Dumbledore called from inside his office. She entered, peeking her head in first.
"Hi, Hermione." Dumbledore was cheerful, no doubt over the Quidditch match.
"Professor, I found it!" Hermione jumped up and down with the book still in her arms.
"Calm down, Hermione! What have you found?" He looked at the excited girl over his half-moon spectacles.
"The only sure way to stop fighting, and destroy, Voldemort!" She stopped jumping and started pacing. Dumbledore opened to the same passage and started to read.
"Well, we will see what we can do. Thank you, Hermione." That was her cue to leave, but she insisted on staying.
"Please, let me stay! I want to talk to everyone." She begged him, and he gave in.
"Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, please come to my office. Miss Granger and I need a word." The professors appeared one after the other in the fireplace, and climbed out, brushing soot off of their robes.
"Hello, Miss Granger...Dumbledore." Snape's face was impassive.
"Hello, Dumbledore. Good evening, Miss Granger." McGonagall smiled at Hermione and sat down. Snape took a seat next to Hermione, and she smelled his cologne.
*Damn, he smells good!* Just thinking about him made her crazy, but she had to focus.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore pulled her out of her reverie, and she shook her head and looked at him.
"Yes, Professor?" She sat up and looked around.
"Would you care to tell us what you were doing reading this book when you stumbled upon this amazing discovery?" Dumbledore looked amused, and she knew that he knew.
"Ummm...I..I was...well, as you all know, Harry and Ron are...well...spreading rumors about me, and I was too depressed to go to the um....Quidditch game, so I...um...went to the library instead, and...I...pulled out the biggest book I saw. This was it." She was very flustered around Snape, and acted like a bumbling fool.
"That will be all, Miss Granger." He quickly dismissed her, and she took the hint. As she stood up to leave, she looked at Dumbledore again, and his amused blue eyes twinkled back. She shook her head and headed back to the common room. As she wandered the halls, thinking about nothing in particular, she didn't notice that the staircases were changing.
She walked right off the end of the floor where a staircase should be, and grabbed onto the side when she realized that she was falling. She held on like that for quite a while, with no help on the way. Then, she heard voices and called out.
"Help! Please help me!" She sounded distressed and angry. The voices came nearer, and when they saw her, they started to run.
"Hermione? HERMIONE!" Ginny was running toward her, screaming. Harry and Ron followed close behind. When they reached her, she was ready to say that she would rather fall than get help from those two. Ron started running and reached her first, grabbing her wrists and yanking her up. Sadly, all the action was making his palms sweaty, and Hermione slipped before anyone else could help her.
She woke up the next day in the hospital wing, to the grim news that 7 of her disks had slipped in the fall, and that both of her wrists were sore. To add to the terrible news, not only was her left shoulder dislocated in the fall, there was no way to reset the disks without surgery. If they used magic, they couldn't get them back in the right place, and they might slip again.
Hermione made it a mental note to yell at Ron in three weeks, because that's how long she was staying in the hospital wing. They were bringing in a team of Muggle doctors to operate. They would have their memories wiped later, of course. She tried to reach for a glass of water and gasped. The pain was excruciating.
Madam Pomfrey bustled up to Hermione, and seeing her helpless attempt to get the water, she handed her the glass.
"You are in bad shape...not good at all! I thought a fall from that height would have killed you." Hermione ignored Madam Pomfrey's annoying voice and laid back on the pillows. Before long, Dumbledore and Snape had come to visit, their arms full of gifts from her friends to her.
"Madam Pomfrey won't let anyone see you, for fear that you might try to move, and injure yourself more." Dumbledore looked amused at this. "So, I enlisted the help of Professor Snape and gathered all the gifts your friends got for you." He and Professor Snape dumped their loads on the large table.
Hermione looked surprised. There were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Jelly Slugs, and just about every other delicious wizarding candy ever imagined. Professor Dumbledore helped himself to a Chocolate Frog, and Professor Snape sat down.
"I am highly surprised that you are not dead, Miss Granger." Professor Snape looked at her, and she smiled. "However, you are in very bad shape. Perhaps we shall wait for a month to start your apprenticeship? Oh, and before I forget, you have detention with me the night you get out of the hospital wing." Snape stood up, his robes swishing around him, and exited the hospital wing.
"Well, I better be going also. Dinner should be ready soon, for us as well as for you. Take it easy, Hermione." Dumbledore also left the room, his silvery cloak billowing around his thin frame as he walked. Hermione was left alone, with the exception of a Ravenclaw 7th year who had large purple flowers sprouting all over him, and was waiting on Madam Pomfrey to help him.
But, Hermione didn't feel much like talking. She relaxed her body slowly, for fear of hurting herself more, and fell into a restless sleep. She was aware that she was slipping, and falling into an endless void with three faces looming over her. Harry, Ron and Ginny were calling her name.
She woke with a start, looking around at the nicely lit hospital wing. It had only been a dream. But it had seemed so real. The students passing outside the wing were clearly visible through the front glass wall. The Gryffindors looked at Hermione with pity, their expressions saying "Sorry we can't come visit you" and "You poor thing". She didn't want their pity.
"Madam Pomfrey! Can you shut my curtain?" Madam Pomfrey came out and pulled the curtain around the bed shut. Hermione settled her head into her pillows and sighed. What a day. First, she's about to help defeat Voldemort, next, she's in the hospital wing awaiting surgery! What a screwy day.
Meanwhile, in the halls, word was running rampant. Hermione was in love with Snape! Hermione wanted to marry Snape! The rumors flew around on little slips of paper behind hands during classes, in the halls, in common rooms, the topic was Hermione and her obsession, not to mention her untimely injury.
In Potions class, despite warnings and points being deducted, rumors flew. Little slips of paper were dropped and forgotten about. People snickered silently at Hermione, while Harry and Ron just quietly did their schoolwork. What had they done? After Potions, people rushed out saying "Hermione this" and "Hermione that". Harry and Ron just walked past them, ignoring their names being called for further info.
Severus Snape, glad to be done with classes for the day, picked up a slip of paper off of the ground and read it. When he was done reading it, his face twisted into disbelief. He let the little piece of paper flutter out of his hand and onto the ground, and whirled around to walk into his office.
A/N: Yay! It's finished! After three nights of typing until 3 in the morning, it is done! Anyway, here's an extra special thank-you to Sarah.
Hey, girl! Thanks for reminding me that Hermione had detention. I totally forgot...maybe you should reread the first two parts and tell me everything I am missing. I'll call you girl! Much love, girl. Peace.
Anyway, just so you remember, Harry Potter and all his little friends are NOT owned by Tony Vitale...they are owned by J.K Rowling. Just clearing that up. *laughs nervously*
Anyway, chao! Adios! Um....bye!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. He and all his little friends are owned by Tony Vitale, the head of the Russian Mafia...I mean, J.K Rowling. Yeah, that's who owns them...Shit, I blabbed a Mafia secret. They're gonna come take me away tonight.
Woohoo! More junk before the fic! No, these are my shout-outs.
T.J- I know you are reading this on Doug's computer. I love you so much, boy! You are the coolest brother a girl could ask for. Call me, ok? Much love, bro. Peace.
Sarah- Just so you know, my new obsession is Phish Food (The ice cream, for all you idiots whose world DOESN'T revolve around B&J's ice cream!) and the song Complicated. Love you lots, girl. I miss you, and no, I will not move back to Bloomsburg, damnit! Hehe! I'm only finishing this fic for you. I wrote part of the part where Snape dies. Boohoo! It's so sad. He gets killed by a rolling donut.
Mylaea- No, a rolling donut can't kill Snape. But, I just had three cups of double chocolate swiss mocha, and I'm on a caffeine fueled high. I got the rolling donut from my mom, who told someone she hates to "go take a flying f*** at a rolling donut". Anyway, I love you lots too girl. Finish Broccoli now, or I'm sending the Mafia after you! Anyway, thanks for the idea for this disclaimer...you rock! Much love, girl. Peace.
Slaz- Do you think a rolling donut could kill Snape? I don't. I would tell you how he dies, but that would give away one of the endings, and that would suck, seriously. It sux that your parents grounded you. My parents told me if I dyed my hair red, I could forget about seeing daylight until I'm 18, and I took the hint. My hair is still honey blonde, and it sucks. Ok, I have to get on with the fic, but one more thank you.
Everyone else whom I don't know, or isn't special enough to get mentioned seperately- No!!!!!!! And don't ask me again! No rolling donuts in this fic!!!!!!! But seriously, ya'll rock out loud. (????? I think I got that from Beck while I was in NJ) Keep reviewing. Peace!
Ron and Harry watched Hermione stride angrily toward the door, trying to make a dignified exit, but she fell on the stairs, hurting her leg badly. They both ran over, but Hermione refused help from either of them. They were dismayed. What if she never spoke to them again??? (A/N: Serves them right!)
Hermione pulled herself up and limped through the common room and up the girls staircase. Ron and Harry knew that they had made a BIG mistake. They just didn't know how big. Actually, you would be amazed at how little they knew...like this! Little did they know, it was about to blow up in their face.
They decided to spread the word, because if she already hated them, why not have a little fun?? They told Fred and George about the book. ("No way! She's too...well...smart to do something like that!" "Man, she's...hott...this year...why does she want Snape? She could have any guy in the school!") and Fred and George told everyone else in the school, except the Slytherins. (A/N: Like they aren't gonna find out anyway!!!!)
But, Hermione found out about the damage, and started the damage control. First, she cast a spell on the book to make it invisible to anyone but her. Second, she walked downstairs and punched Harry, then Ron, square in the face. They were angry, but had no time to react. They were gushing blood.
Hermione left the two dingbats and climbed out the portrait hole. She wandered the halls aimlessy for a while, ignoring the icy stares and stinging comments, whispered none too quietly. The waspish instigations made her angry. How could those two have been her best friends a day ago, and now, they are ruining her life? She headed down a flight of stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, she was stopped by Malfoy. (A/N: Duh! Who else????)
"What do you want?" Her voice was rife with anger and pain. Draco looked at her slyly.
"So, you fancy Snape? He'll never like you. You're just a dumb, ignorant, stupid Mudblood!" Her blood boiled at these comments. Ever though he had told her that before, she was more angry than ever. However, her anger was quickly replaced with an unbearable sadness, and before she could stop herself, she sank to the ground and sobbed.
Draco's upper lip curled into an amused sneer. He kicked Hermione's side, and walked away, leaving her on the ground, out of breath and crying. She lay on the ground and cried until Ginny walked past her, did a double-take, and walked back to her best friend, plopping down on the ground next to her and hugging her.
Hermione was aware that someone put their arms around her, and that her leg hurt worse than ever. She should go have it checked out, but the grief was too much for Hermione, and she started to cry again. She had lost two of her best friends, and had her life ruined in the same day. It was just too much.
Hermione felt Ginny leave for dinner, being forced to leave Hermione there, and was dimly aware of someone walking toward her and stopping. The next thing she knew, she was being carried up many flights of stairs to Gryffindor Tower. The strong arms carried her into the empty girls dorm and set her down on her bed, making a quick exit. Hermione fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.
Hermione was woken up by Ginny shaking her. She opened her eyes groggily, staring around blankly. She looked at Ginny.
"Herm, you missed..." She was cut off by Hermione falling back onto the pillow and falling asleep. "Dinner..." She finished to a sleeping Hermione. She pulled the soft fleece Gryffindor cover over Hermione and walked out of the dorm, shutting off the light and lightly shutting the door. *Let sleeping Hermiones lie,* she thought, smiling a little.
Hermione stirred, and rolled over, kicking the blanket off of her.
"No....don't run away...just let me hold you! I want to hold you!" The fretful cries from the dorm were drowned out by the noise from the common room, and they were enveloped by the other noise before anyone could hear them. Hermione continued to stir fretfully, successfully kicking the blanket off the bed and twisting up her light blue silk sheets.
Hermione suddenly awoke, only to realize that she was clutching her pillow as if it were....well, Snape! She shook her head, trying to clear it of the mist in her brain, and crossed the room for a glass of water. She poured water out of the silver pitcher and looked out the window. The grounds looked peaceful and serene in the dusky twilight, and she couldn't help but feel peaceful also.
She walked back to her bed, grabbed her fluffy blue comforter from under her bed, fixed her sheets and snuggled into the four-poster, reaching up only to pull shut the curtain. She fell asleep easily, her depression acting as a serious sleeping pill. (A/N: Never take a Unisom...it usually takes me at LEAST an hour and a half to fall asleep...half of one knocked me out in about 15 minutes...ask T.J!)
Ginny walked into the dorm, peeked through Hermione's curtains and smiled. Hermione was fast asleep. Ginny walked over to her trunk, changed into a nightgown and snuggled into her bed, watching Hermione's bed for any signs of movement. She soon fell asleep, thinking about the plan for tomorrow.
Ginny woke the next morning to Harry and Ron lightly rapping on the door.
"Come on, Gin! Wake up...let us in!" Harry whispered softly, from underneath the Invisibility Cloak. He was afraid Hermione would wake up. Ginny padded silently across the room and unlatched the door.
"I have to tell you, I almost didn't want to let you guys in!" Ginny was whispering too, as to not wake Hermione. She watched as Harry walked over to Hermione's four-poster and peeked in.
"She is so gorgeous when she sleeps! How come I never thought of her as...as..." Harry couldn't even say it.
"A girl?" Ginny whispered wryly, opening Hermione's trunk. "Get down here and help us look!" Harry walked to the end of the bed and peeked in the trunk.
"Ooh! What's this?" Ron pulled out the journal. "Yes! I rule!" He danced around the room, and was stopped by stirring from Hermione's bed.
"NO! Don't leave me! We can be happy together! Just come back! Please!" She started crying, and Ginny took the journal from Ron and shoved it in her own trunk, silently shutting Hermione's.
"Herm? What's wrong?" No answer. "Hermione?" Still no answer came from the bed. Ginny peeked through the curtains, to find her friend crying in her sleep. Harry and Ron started snickering.
"Wonder what she's crying and screaming about?" Ron looked intrigued.
"Who cares? We got the diary!" Harry looked happy as he snatched the book out of Ginny's trunk and opened it. He read a little, and to Ron and Ginny's surprise, his face fell.
"It's the wrong book." Ron and Ginny looked fairly angry, their freckles disappearing in the redness of their faces.
"How can it be the wrong book? It's identical to the one we had yesterday!!!!!" Ron was beside himself, and could not help but shout. Hermione didn't even bat an eyelash.
"Listen to this!" Harry began to read.
~Today was SUCH a terrible day! I slapped Malfoy, and forgot to go to Charms! I just KNOW Cheering Charms are going to be on the final! What if I fail?~
"She didn't fail, now did she? And what was so terrible about her slapping Malfoy?" Ron inquired, his face still red.
"Here's more!" Harry read on.
~I just know what we did was wrong, but we had to do it! Sirius couldn't just get...get...that THING done to him! He's innocent! Oh, why is life so shitty? Why can't Harry have a real home? He deserves it! His life with the Dursleys is so harsh for such a sweet, brave person.~
Harry felt a pang of guilt, but shook it off.
"Harry, you think we were imagining everything? You think that there is no diary?" Ron looked apprehensive.
"NO! There is a diary, and I will find it!!!!!" Harry was on a quest to not look like an idiot, which was hard for him. He HAD to find that diary! He, Ron and Ginny left the room and headed for breakfast, leaving Hermione asleep in the safety and comfort of her four-poster.
Hermione woke about an hour later to an empty common room. There was a Quidditch game, but she didn't feel like going, even though it was Gryffindor versus Slytherin. She wandered around the common room, then clambered out of the portrait hole and headed for the library.
Once in the library, Hermione sought the refuge of a large book titled "The Peak of Voldemort's Rule: The Full Story". She came upon something that looked interesting, and began to read it.
*During Voldemort's peak of power, a sinister stone was created, using crystallized unicorn's blood and other ingredients, but none as important as the blood. The stone was called the Dark Crystal, and as long as Voldemort has control of it, he can not be fully killed, only robbed of power. Only a select group of Death Eaters know how to handle the powerful crystal, and with it, they can destroy Voldemort and end his terror once and for all.*
Hermione slammed the book shut, causing dust to billow into her face. If only people had read this book, Voldemort could have been destroyed, and Harry would still have parents! Her mind raced as she took out the book and headed for Dumbledore's chambers.
Carrying the heavy book in the slightly packed halls, she raced to see Dumbledore. Noticing that the Slytherins looked slightly dejected, she deducted that Gryffindor had won, and she didn't want to go back to the common room. It would be happy, and she was sad.
She reached the gargoyle and quickly whispered the password. (Fizzing Whizbees) The passage opened and she hurried up the stairs. She knocked on the door, her depression being slightly overpowered by her excitement.
"Come in!" Dumbledore called from inside his office. She entered, peeking her head in first.
"Hi, Hermione." Dumbledore was cheerful, no doubt over the Quidditch match.
"Professor, I found it!" Hermione jumped up and down with the book still in her arms.
"Calm down, Hermione! What have you found?" He looked at the excited girl over his half-moon spectacles.
"The only sure way to stop fighting, and destroy, Voldemort!" She stopped jumping and started pacing. Dumbledore opened to the same passage and started to read.
"Well, we will see what we can do. Thank you, Hermione." That was her cue to leave, but she insisted on staying.
"Please, let me stay! I want to talk to everyone." She begged him, and he gave in.
"Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, please come to my office. Miss Granger and I need a word." The professors appeared one after the other in the fireplace, and climbed out, brushing soot off of their robes.
"Hello, Miss Granger...Dumbledore." Snape's face was impassive.
"Hello, Dumbledore. Good evening, Miss Granger." McGonagall smiled at Hermione and sat down. Snape took a seat next to Hermione, and she smelled his cologne.
*Damn, he smells good!* Just thinking about him made her crazy, but she had to focus.
"Hermione?" Dumbledore pulled her out of her reverie, and she shook her head and looked at him.
"Yes, Professor?" She sat up and looked around.
"Would you care to tell us what you were doing reading this book when you stumbled upon this amazing discovery?" Dumbledore looked amused, and she knew that he knew.
"Ummm...I..I was...well, as you all know, Harry and Ron are...well...spreading rumors about me, and I was too depressed to go to the um....Quidditch game, so I...um...went to the library instead, and...I...pulled out the biggest book I saw. This was it." She was very flustered around Snape, and acted like a bumbling fool.
"That will be all, Miss Granger." He quickly dismissed her, and she took the hint. As she stood up to leave, she looked at Dumbledore again, and his amused blue eyes twinkled back. She shook her head and headed back to the common room. As she wandered the halls, thinking about nothing in particular, she didn't notice that the staircases were changing.
She walked right off the end of the floor where a staircase should be, and grabbed onto the side when she realized that she was falling. She held on like that for quite a while, with no help on the way. Then, she heard voices and called out.
"Help! Please help me!" She sounded distressed and angry. The voices came nearer, and when they saw her, they started to run.
"Hermione? HERMIONE!" Ginny was running toward her, screaming. Harry and Ron followed close behind. When they reached her, she was ready to say that she would rather fall than get help from those two. Ron started running and reached her first, grabbing her wrists and yanking her up. Sadly, all the action was making his palms sweaty, and Hermione slipped before anyone else could help her.
She woke up the next day in the hospital wing, to the grim news that 7 of her disks had slipped in the fall, and that both of her wrists were sore. To add to the terrible news, not only was her left shoulder dislocated in the fall, there was no way to reset the disks without surgery. If they used magic, they couldn't get them back in the right place, and they might slip again.
Hermione made it a mental note to yell at Ron in three weeks, because that's how long she was staying in the hospital wing. They were bringing in a team of Muggle doctors to operate. They would have their memories wiped later, of course. She tried to reach for a glass of water and gasped. The pain was excruciating.
Madam Pomfrey bustled up to Hermione, and seeing her helpless attempt to get the water, she handed her the glass.
"You are in bad shape...not good at all! I thought a fall from that height would have killed you." Hermione ignored Madam Pomfrey's annoying voice and laid back on the pillows. Before long, Dumbledore and Snape had come to visit, their arms full of gifts from her friends to her.
"Madam Pomfrey won't let anyone see you, for fear that you might try to move, and injure yourself more." Dumbledore looked amused at this. "So, I enlisted the help of Professor Snape and gathered all the gifts your friends got for you." He and Professor Snape dumped their loads on the large table.
Hermione looked surprised. There were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Jelly Slugs, and just about every other delicious wizarding candy ever imagined. Professor Dumbledore helped himself to a Chocolate Frog, and Professor Snape sat down.
"I am highly surprised that you are not dead, Miss Granger." Professor Snape looked at her, and she smiled. "However, you are in very bad shape. Perhaps we shall wait for a month to start your apprenticeship? Oh, and before I forget, you have detention with me the night you get out of the hospital wing." Snape stood up, his robes swishing around him, and exited the hospital wing.
"Well, I better be going also. Dinner should be ready soon, for us as well as for you. Take it easy, Hermione." Dumbledore also left the room, his silvery cloak billowing around his thin frame as he walked. Hermione was left alone, with the exception of a Ravenclaw 7th year who had large purple flowers sprouting all over him, and was waiting on Madam Pomfrey to help him.
But, Hermione didn't feel much like talking. She relaxed her body slowly, for fear of hurting herself more, and fell into a restless sleep. She was aware that she was slipping, and falling into an endless void with three faces looming over her. Harry, Ron and Ginny were calling her name.
She woke with a start, looking around at the nicely lit hospital wing. It had only been a dream. But it had seemed so real. The students passing outside the wing were clearly visible through the front glass wall. The Gryffindors looked at Hermione with pity, their expressions saying "Sorry we can't come visit you" and "You poor thing". She didn't want their pity.
"Madam Pomfrey! Can you shut my curtain?" Madam Pomfrey came out and pulled the curtain around the bed shut. Hermione settled her head into her pillows and sighed. What a day. First, she's about to help defeat Voldemort, next, she's in the hospital wing awaiting surgery! What a screwy day.
Meanwhile, in the halls, word was running rampant. Hermione was in love with Snape! Hermione wanted to marry Snape! The rumors flew around on little slips of paper behind hands during classes, in the halls, in common rooms, the topic was Hermione and her obsession, not to mention her untimely injury.
In Potions class, despite warnings and points being deducted, rumors flew. Little slips of paper were dropped and forgotten about. People snickered silently at Hermione, while Harry and Ron just quietly did their schoolwork. What had they done? After Potions, people rushed out saying "Hermione this" and "Hermione that". Harry and Ron just walked past them, ignoring their names being called for further info.
Severus Snape, glad to be done with classes for the day, picked up a slip of paper off of the ground and read it. When he was done reading it, his face twisted into disbelief. He let the little piece of paper flutter out of his hand and onto the ground, and whirled around to walk into his office.
A/N: Yay! It's finished! After three nights of typing until 3 in the morning, it is done! Anyway, here's an extra special thank-you to Sarah.
Hey, girl! Thanks for reminding me that Hermione had detention. I totally forgot...maybe you should reread the first two parts and tell me everything I am missing. I'll call you girl! Much love, girl. Peace.
Anyway, just so you remember, Harry Potter and all his little friends are NOT owned by Tony Vitale...they are owned by J.K Rowling. Just clearing that up. *laughs nervously*
Anyway, chao! Adios! Um....bye!
