PP: I didn't get a lot of reviews, but I'm posting anyway because I want to
write this story.
YPP: 'Atta girl! Finish this one, move to SDMM. Finish that, move to another short story. Pretty soon, you'll only have...*gasp* five left!!!! I'm being Sarcastic!!!
PP: Oh Ha, ha. Well I will finish this one. Then I'll have five that are ACTUALLY running. After this is done, my next project will be The First Vacation, which will have around 10 to 15 more chapters.
YPP: Blah! And where is Scrolls of the Past on your list?
PP: Right after that! I'll still write it, but my priority, until then, will be somewhere else.
PS: By the way, if you haven't noticed yet, Hermione's my favourite Character ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Losing Hermione
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter Three
Lost Hope
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Recap: That is, all but Ron, who continued wishing with all his heart.
~Hermione's Point of View, just after the Death Eaters struck~
I will not let that Dark Wizard take over. I refuse to give in, and I will fight to the death if necessary. Yes, I believe it's necessary. Who am I?
My name is Hermione Granger. I am the Head Girl and a seventh grader at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Known also as know-it-all, bookworm and teacher's pet, I take pride in studying. My best friends are Harry Potter, who is Seeker for the Quidditch Team, Ronald Weasley, who is commentator for the games, and Ginny Weasley, Chaser for the team.
I will not give up. I made a promise to Dumbledore. "Don't you leave him, Hermione Granger." He said. And I don't intend to. I don't intend to. As long as there's an ounce of strength in my bones, I will protect Harry Potter with all that I have. I know Ron will, too. We three are in this together. And if that means sacrificing ourselves in order to give Harry a shot at Voldemort, then so be it.
~Normal~
The light subsided, and the dome vanished. For a while, their eyes could not get used to the absence of the brilliant radiation that had come from Harry while he was at the top of his rage. Ron was the first to push himself up and off the ground, even though he was one of the, if not the most heavily injured wizard on their side. The Death Eaters had no reason to hurry forward. They already knew the outcome.
The Dark Mark had vanished the moment the light flared and engulfed the whole dome.
The remaining Dark Wizards had fled, abandoning their unconscious mates. But no matter. All of them have had their hood off at least once during the ordeal, and they would be tracked down. Dementors were rather quiet, for some reason, and hovered at a small distance. The magical creatures had started carrying some of /their/ casualties back to the castle, with the help of some of the teachers. The giants had started to head back, too, with dozens of unconscious magicians slung over their shoulders.
Ron didn't care for any of that. All he cared about were Hermione and Harry. But Hermione's in the Hospital Wing, and there was nothing he could do for her. It was very likely that it'd be the same case with Harry. But his wish had come through. His and Hermi's friendship with Harry, and the love for him that so many people held sustained him through the worst and defeated the Dark Lord.
Harry was slumped on the ground. He looked as pale as a vampire, and twice as gaunt. There was no blood anywhere on him, but that didn't lift Ron's spirits. He tried to check for vitals, but insufficient knowledge of medics kept him in the dark. He could feel a weak pulse drumming on his friend's wrist, but whether that was enough to keep him alive long enough for a full recovery, he didn't know.
~Hermione's POV, in the Hospital Wing, after the battle~
Ugh...Those voices...So familiar...Why can't I remember where I've heard them before? I can't think...the voices...I have a feeling they used to be reassuring...But now they're beating a sledgehammer tattoo right into my skull...Can't they just all shut up for a moment and leave me alone? Where am I? What happened? ...WHO am I?
Oh that's right. I'm Hermione...
"What happened, Professor?" A female voice. Anxious. Worried. Kind. Madam Pomfrey?
"We're not sure, Poppy, we're not sure. It appears that young Potter, in his rage to avenge Ms. Granger, had a burst of strength, which he drew from his friendship shared with Mr. Weasley and the girl herself, uh, eliminated the, uh, Dark Lord. How's Ms. Granger?" A male voice. Greasy. Sly. Unpleasant. But worried. Snape, I think.
"I...better tell you outside."
Potter...Weasley...Dark Lord...It's all coming back now!!! Oh god, I wish it hadn't...Those scenes...
The battle...Malfoy jumping in to save me...the ambush...Voldemort...Avada Kedavra...The mixed spell wrenching into my heart...Darkness...
I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. In one hit, all the pain returned. It was as though a thousand daggers were stabbing into my chest, tearing it apart like hungry hyenas, anxious to get to the heart. Oh god, what side effects did that blocking spell have combined with Avada Kedavra? Will I ever be able to recover? Why didn't Madam Pomfrey want to talk about it inside the hospital wing?
I clutched my chest and tried to even my ragged breathing, to no avail. The pain intensified after every deep breath, until I finally cried out, unintentionally, startling the two fully trained adults talking just outside the door. My eyes still hadn't gotten used to its surroundings yet. It's as though it's been three days since they've seen daylight...has it?
I couldn't see any of the other beds from where I lay, but there were two chairs pulled up to my bed. A heap of cards, flowers and candy lay at the feet of it, from well wishers. I smiled, but stopped almost immediately. That, too, hurt my chest. Madam Pomfrey arrived at the edge of my bed at that moment, accompanied by Snape, who tried to arrange his features into an indifferent expression. But anxiety leaked through when he tried to snap.
"What do you think you're doing? Exhausting yourself? None of that if I can help it!" The last part alone gave him away. Why would he be worried about me exhausting myself? I laughed inwardly, trying to hear the sound within my mind. It's been so long since I've laughed. Almost not at all for the past month. Ever since Cho Chang's parents were taken by the Dark Lord as a sign of his deep knowledge about The Boy Who Lived. Harry blamed himself for their death, and no amount of reasoning could undo his guilt.
All of a sudden, I felt bitter. Reasoning. That's honestly all I can o. I can't even protect my friends! One little spell, and I'm collapsing. I can't smile, I don't know where my friends are, how the battle went, whether it's still on or not, or whether the Dark Lord's succeeded! I don't even know whether my friends are alive or not, for crying out loud!!! As Madam Pomfrey hurried to get the potion, and as Snape continued to peer at me, I felt like crying.
"Hermi, don't." A voice whispered in my ear. I turned my head. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all there. Harry was the one who whispered, and he was looking at me with such sadness that I wanted to hug him, and tell him it will all be better. But I couldn't. I couldn't even move. "Hermi, you were great. You did everything you could, and in the end, you won the battle against Voldemort." Nobody flinched at that. Everyone, at least in Harry's company, had gotten used to the word. I rolled my eyes.
"Granger, don't do that. Don't be humble. You were brave..." A voice trailed off into silence. I could see my friends staring at the other side of the bed with respect. I knew who it was. Madam Pomfrey came over at that moment and told them I needed rest. Snape led them away, but Malfoy was last to go. I shot him a look which said 'Thanks, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me besides filthy mudblood' I don't know how I poured my sarcasm into that stare, but from the nod and smile he gave me, I knew he understood.
Ginny came to me again later that day. She told me all that had happened...
Dumbledore was hurt, but not overly, so he was able to explain it, albeit with a lot of theories. Actually, my blocking spell was one of the most powerful in existence. But a spell like Avada Kedavra can't be just blocked, even by someone else, so the spell came back to me. I didn't die because the blocking spell fused with the Death Spell, diminishing its power by quite a lot. But apparently I'm really weak. She didn't need to say that. I knew it already. What I really wanted to know was whether I could recover, but she avoided that topic like a piece of hot iron.
Then Harry and Ron, seemingly fuelled by anger, went on a rampage and within the hour, a lot of Death Eaters were gone. Harry had a duel with Voldemort, and was relieved of his wand early on. But he was at the peak of his power, and according to Ron, friendship pulled through for us. I almost smiled at that point, but remembered the ordeal that smiling put me through.
Harry lay unconscious for a day and two nights. The other casualties all recovered within the night. But three ministry wizards were killed. Some, like Sirius and Remus, had scarring wounds, but they weren't too bad. That made me wonder just how long I'd been in this trance. Two days?
"You looked like you were dead...for five whole days." Ginny informed me quietly, tears streaking down her face. "On the sixth you had begun to regain some of the colour in your cheeks. You don't look to be much better off today, the seventh day." Oh god. A whole week it's been since the battle. Oh god, how could I be so weak???
Ginny left after I broke the eye contact. There were tears shining on my face, too. Not only about the weakness. I might never have enough strength to thank my two friends...
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PP: The thanking part is deeper than you think
YPP: Thank god this will be over next chapter. I think we're running out of tissues.
PP: Aw, Yami, I didn't know you cared!
YPP: I don't! My eyes got, uh, teary from, uh, the, uh, stupid things they do. Yeah, that's it!!!
PP: You're a terrible liar
YPP: I know = (
YPP: 'Atta girl! Finish this one, move to SDMM. Finish that, move to another short story. Pretty soon, you'll only have...*gasp* five left!!!! I'm being Sarcastic!!!
PP: Oh Ha, ha. Well I will finish this one. Then I'll have five that are ACTUALLY running. After this is done, my next project will be The First Vacation, which will have around 10 to 15 more chapters.
YPP: Blah! And where is Scrolls of the Past on your list?
PP: Right after that! I'll still write it, but my priority, until then, will be somewhere else.
PS: By the way, if you haven't noticed yet, Hermione's my favourite Character ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Losing Hermione
By Phire Phoenix
Chapter Three
Lost Hope
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Recap: That is, all but Ron, who continued wishing with all his heart.
~Hermione's Point of View, just after the Death Eaters struck~
I will not let that Dark Wizard take over. I refuse to give in, and I will fight to the death if necessary. Yes, I believe it's necessary. Who am I?
My name is Hermione Granger. I am the Head Girl and a seventh grader at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Known also as know-it-all, bookworm and teacher's pet, I take pride in studying. My best friends are Harry Potter, who is Seeker for the Quidditch Team, Ronald Weasley, who is commentator for the games, and Ginny Weasley, Chaser for the team.
I will not give up. I made a promise to Dumbledore. "Don't you leave him, Hermione Granger." He said. And I don't intend to. I don't intend to. As long as there's an ounce of strength in my bones, I will protect Harry Potter with all that I have. I know Ron will, too. We three are in this together. And if that means sacrificing ourselves in order to give Harry a shot at Voldemort, then so be it.
~Normal~
The light subsided, and the dome vanished. For a while, their eyes could not get used to the absence of the brilliant radiation that had come from Harry while he was at the top of his rage. Ron was the first to push himself up and off the ground, even though he was one of the, if not the most heavily injured wizard on their side. The Death Eaters had no reason to hurry forward. They already knew the outcome.
The Dark Mark had vanished the moment the light flared and engulfed the whole dome.
The remaining Dark Wizards had fled, abandoning their unconscious mates. But no matter. All of them have had their hood off at least once during the ordeal, and they would be tracked down. Dementors were rather quiet, for some reason, and hovered at a small distance. The magical creatures had started carrying some of /their/ casualties back to the castle, with the help of some of the teachers. The giants had started to head back, too, with dozens of unconscious magicians slung over their shoulders.
Ron didn't care for any of that. All he cared about were Hermione and Harry. But Hermione's in the Hospital Wing, and there was nothing he could do for her. It was very likely that it'd be the same case with Harry. But his wish had come through. His and Hermi's friendship with Harry, and the love for him that so many people held sustained him through the worst and defeated the Dark Lord.
Harry was slumped on the ground. He looked as pale as a vampire, and twice as gaunt. There was no blood anywhere on him, but that didn't lift Ron's spirits. He tried to check for vitals, but insufficient knowledge of medics kept him in the dark. He could feel a weak pulse drumming on his friend's wrist, but whether that was enough to keep him alive long enough for a full recovery, he didn't know.
~Hermione's POV, in the Hospital Wing, after the battle~
Ugh...Those voices...So familiar...Why can't I remember where I've heard them before? I can't think...the voices...I have a feeling they used to be reassuring...But now they're beating a sledgehammer tattoo right into my skull...Can't they just all shut up for a moment and leave me alone? Where am I? What happened? ...WHO am I?
Oh that's right. I'm Hermione...
"What happened, Professor?" A female voice. Anxious. Worried. Kind. Madam Pomfrey?
"We're not sure, Poppy, we're not sure. It appears that young Potter, in his rage to avenge Ms. Granger, had a burst of strength, which he drew from his friendship shared with Mr. Weasley and the girl herself, uh, eliminated the, uh, Dark Lord. How's Ms. Granger?" A male voice. Greasy. Sly. Unpleasant. But worried. Snape, I think.
"I...better tell you outside."
Potter...Weasley...Dark Lord...It's all coming back now!!! Oh god, I wish it hadn't...Those scenes...
The battle...Malfoy jumping in to save me...the ambush...Voldemort...Avada Kedavra...The mixed spell wrenching into my heart...Darkness...
I opened my eyes and tried to sit up. In one hit, all the pain returned. It was as though a thousand daggers were stabbing into my chest, tearing it apart like hungry hyenas, anxious to get to the heart. Oh god, what side effects did that blocking spell have combined with Avada Kedavra? Will I ever be able to recover? Why didn't Madam Pomfrey want to talk about it inside the hospital wing?
I clutched my chest and tried to even my ragged breathing, to no avail. The pain intensified after every deep breath, until I finally cried out, unintentionally, startling the two fully trained adults talking just outside the door. My eyes still hadn't gotten used to its surroundings yet. It's as though it's been three days since they've seen daylight...has it?
I couldn't see any of the other beds from where I lay, but there were two chairs pulled up to my bed. A heap of cards, flowers and candy lay at the feet of it, from well wishers. I smiled, but stopped almost immediately. That, too, hurt my chest. Madam Pomfrey arrived at the edge of my bed at that moment, accompanied by Snape, who tried to arrange his features into an indifferent expression. But anxiety leaked through when he tried to snap.
"What do you think you're doing? Exhausting yourself? None of that if I can help it!" The last part alone gave him away. Why would he be worried about me exhausting myself? I laughed inwardly, trying to hear the sound within my mind. It's been so long since I've laughed. Almost not at all for the past month. Ever since Cho Chang's parents were taken by the Dark Lord as a sign of his deep knowledge about The Boy Who Lived. Harry blamed himself for their death, and no amount of reasoning could undo his guilt.
All of a sudden, I felt bitter. Reasoning. That's honestly all I can o. I can't even protect my friends! One little spell, and I'm collapsing. I can't smile, I don't know where my friends are, how the battle went, whether it's still on or not, or whether the Dark Lord's succeeded! I don't even know whether my friends are alive or not, for crying out loud!!! As Madam Pomfrey hurried to get the potion, and as Snape continued to peer at me, I felt like crying.
"Hermi, don't." A voice whispered in my ear. I turned my head. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all there. Harry was the one who whispered, and he was looking at me with such sadness that I wanted to hug him, and tell him it will all be better. But I couldn't. I couldn't even move. "Hermi, you were great. You did everything you could, and in the end, you won the battle against Voldemort." Nobody flinched at that. Everyone, at least in Harry's company, had gotten used to the word. I rolled my eyes.
"Granger, don't do that. Don't be humble. You were brave..." A voice trailed off into silence. I could see my friends staring at the other side of the bed with respect. I knew who it was. Madam Pomfrey came over at that moment and told them I needed rest. Snape led them away, but Malfoy was last to go. I shot him a look which said 'Thanks, that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me besides filthy mudblood' I don't know how I poured my sarcasm into that stare, but from the nod and smile he gave me, I knew he understood.
Ginny came to me again later that day. She told me all that had happened...
Dumbledore was hurt, but not overly, so he was able to explain it, albeit with a lot of theories. Actually, my blocking spell was one of the most powerful in existence. But a spell like Avada Kedavra can't be just blocked, even by someone else, so the spell came back to me. I didn't die because the blocking spell fused with the Death Spell, diminishing its power by quite a lot. But apparently I'm really weak. She didn't need to say that. I knew it already. What I really wanted to know was whether I could recover, but she avoided that topic like a piece of hot iron.
Then Harry and Ron, seemingly fuelled by anger, went on a rampage and within the hour, a lot of Death Eaters were gone. Harry had a duel with Voldemort, and was relieved of his wand early on. But he was at the peak of his power, and according to Ron, friendship pulled through for us. I almost smiled at that point, but remembered the ordeal that smiling put me through.
Harry lay unconscious for a day and two nights. The other casualties all recovered within the night. But three ministry wizards were killed. Some, like Sirius and Remus, had scarring wounds, but they weren't too bad. That made me wonder just how long I'd been in this trance. Two days?
"You looked like you were dead...for five whole days." Ginny informed me quietly, tears streaking down her face. "On the sixth you had begun to regain some of the colour in your cheeks. You don't look to be much better off today, the seventh day." Oh god. A whole week it's been since the battle. Oh god, how could I be so weak???
Ginny left after I broke the eye contact. There were tears shining on my face, too. Not only about the weakness. I might never have enough strength to thank my two friends...
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PP: The thanking part is deeper than you think
YPP: Thank god this will be over next chapter. I think we're running out of tissues.
PP: Aw, Yami, I didn't know you cared!
YPP: I don't! My eyes got, uh, teary from, uh, the, uh, stupid things they do. Yeah, that's it!!!
PP: You're a terrible liar
YPP: I know = (