A/N Here's the next chapter, you guys! Thanks for you great reviews, very nice getting them. I write for you guys! Also, Kari Lynn, your idea is good. I like it. After I finish with this story, I could make a story to go along with my other one, covering those years. But after I finish this one, and I have no idea when that will be. I don't even see the end. Well, all I have to say for this chapter, except it's going to be medium length. Hope you like it! Cheers! Adrianna
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As they entered the hospital, they all were very excited. Some of them, like Ginny, showed it by grinning madly in the special way that she did, and others, like Hermione, were only excited on the inside. Walking beside Harry, Hermione whispered to him, "I'm so nervous! I feel like I'm full of little bubbles and I'm just going to burst!"
"Don't worry about it," he whispered back, " It'll work. And just think. After this, you can go work for the Ministry and make all sorts of new spells…" Hermione grinned at the thought. Imagine what she could do. Ron took her hand and entwined his fingers in between hers. She looked up at him and he looked at her with a gleam in his eyes.
"You know, you're ruining little kids' lives everywhere. Once the Ministry sees this spell, it'll instantly be put on the Hogwarts exams. All the kids will be forced to memorize this," Ron said teasingly. Hermione glared at him and stuck her nose in the air, just as she used to. Ron snorted and rolled her eyes. She had definitely not changed. He was marrying the girl, the same girl that he had met on the train in first year.
They all filed past the desk clerk and into Mr. Hart's room. It was a tight fit and soon, Ginny proposed a plan.
"I don't think we should all be in here at once… especially not the kids," she said, looking around.
"Hermione should definitely be here, considering it's Mr. Hart, and I think Penelope should be as well. She did a lot of work."
"It was Ron's idea so he should be here, too."
"Yes, but Ginny worked on it. She'll want to see how it turns out."
"Why don't Ron and I go outside with the kids and wait?" Harry said, speaking with a commanding air. Everyone agreed on this and the aforementioned people left the room. Now, only the three women were left looking at each other, not quite sure what to do next.
"Do you- do you think we're allowed to do this?" Hermione asked nervously. "I mean, what if we kill him?"
"We won't kill him, and Penelope works for the Ministry," Ginny said quickly so doubt couldn't enter her thoughts.
"And Percy did let me come work on this. I do have the Minister's approval," Penelope added, smiling a little. They all breathed in at the same time and Hermione raised her wand.
"Well? Should I do it?" she asked, not really wanting an answer. The other two nodded their heads as encouragement. Hermione walked over to the bed and pushed some of his white hair off his face.
"Okay," she muttered to herself, "I'm doing this for him. So he can come to my wedding and look at the house we love so much one last time…" And with those last words, Hermione raised her wand above her head and pointed it straight down at his heart.
"Lacrima Abegere!" she cried, and closed her eyes. A soft yellow glow encircled them, coming from Hermione's wand. It hovered over the old man's body for several seconds, and began to turn various coulours depending on the area of the body. It all of a sudden entered into his body, and for what seemed like hours, but was only seconds, the room was silent. Hermione opened her eyes and took a step back, but kept her wand pointed at his heart. Suddenly a soft whistling, like the wind through the trees filled the room, and a blanket of grey mist escaped from his nose, mouth, eyes and ears, filling the room until they couldn't see. It was like a heavy fog. Hermione's wand started to vibrate and she had to grip it hard to hold it still. Slowly, the mist cleared away, and the room went back to normal. Her wand stopped moving and she dropped her hand to her side. Only the beeping of the machines could be heard. Mr. Hart was positively still. There was silence in the room for the second time, and this time it was eerie. They all seemed to be holding their breaths, and just waiting. Waiting for something to tell them it was over. That something was the sheer laughter that broke the silence as Mr. Hart sat up, and laughed hysterically.
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