Hermione in Ravenclaw
Chapter 6 Hospital Visit
The next day, Hermione went to the hospital wing in hopes of talking with Harry. Mandy and Alice were going to talk to Ron and Neville, and Lisa volunteered to look for background information about the two suspect professors.
Hermione knocked a the door of the hospital wing, but Madam Pomfrey refused to let her in.
"Absolutely no visitors allowed, on Professor Dumbledore's orders," she said. "Though I don't blame you for trying. I've had to turn away a dozen people already today. If you want to leave a get-well card, there's a tray out there in the hall. I'll take it in to him in a few minutes."
Hermione found the tray, which was piled with cards and notes. The accident seemed to have won Harry a lot of sympathy. She looked through them quickly to see if there were any clues.
"Take care, mate. I'm sorry for what I said about the points," from Seamus.
"Get well soon, and GET BACK TO QUIDDICH," from Oliver Wood.
"What a klutz! Give up Quiddich before you kill yourself" from Draco Malfoy. Maybe they weren't all sympathy cards after all.
The next card she picked up had no words and no signature, only an odd twirling violet pattern. It made Hermione feel dizzy and nauseus; in an instant she had collapsed to her knees.
Professor Snape came rushing up. Saying, "I'll take care of that," he snatched the card, slammed it shut without looking into it, and tapped it with his wand. It vanished in a puff of blood-red smoke.
He knocked on the door of the hospital wing. When Madam Pomfrey opened the door, he told her, "Have a look at Miss Granger. She was affected by a get-ill card, probably a prank by one of Potter's many ill-wishers."
Hermione was still too dizzy from the effects of the card to ask him any questions.
"Come in and lie down, dear," said Madame Pomfrey, "I'll brew you an herb tea. Camomile, peppermint, and special ingredients to ward off curses."
Once Hermione was left alone in the ward, she looked up and saw Harry three beds down on the other side of the room. She decided she had to seize the chance to talk with him. She went over, even though the room seemed to keeep spinning around her.
"Harry, I'm Hermione Granger. Remember, from the train? How are you?"
Harry opened his eyes and spoke weakly. "N-not too bad. The broken bones they fixed, but it's taking time to fix the nerves in my spine."
Harry was surprised and a bit touched by the visit. He'd never thought of her as a friend.
I've got something important to tell you, and to ask you," she said. "My room-mates saw the game and they think your broom was jinxed by someone."
"What about the game? Was it called off?" Harry asked.
"You won! Somehow you caught the Snitch in your mouth right before you fell," said Hermione.
Harry smiled, "That's something, anyway."
"There's not much time. Madam Pomfrey may be back any second. My friends saw Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape staring at you. Either could have been jinxing your broom."
"It must have been Snape! He hates me. I don't know why, except he hated my father."
"We mustn't jump to conclusions. Professor Snape just saved me from a get-ill card meant for you."
"A get-ill card?" asked Harry.
"I've read about them. They have a curse to make you sicker, especially if you're already sick. It was in a pile of cards meant for you. I picked it up instead and got pretty sick, but Professor Snape grabbed it away and destroyed it," said Hermione.
"Yeah, and maybe he was lurking around waiting to destroy the evidence in case something like that happened," said Harry.
"Possibly," mused Hermione. "Anyway, my friends and I want to help you. We'll look into things while you're laid up."
"NO!" said Harry. "I don't want other people in danger because of me." He was irritated now. Hermione and a bunch of other nosy Ravenclaws just wanted to play detective. He could take care of himself without them.
Hermione wanted to argue with him, but there was no more time. She heard Madam Pomfrey's approaching footsteps and dashed back to her bed a little dizzy and out of breath. She wished she had had more time to ask Harry questions, and now it looked like he wouldn't tell her any more. She hoped Alice and Lisa had done better with Ron and Neville.
Chapter 6 Hospital Visit
The next day, Hermione went to the hospital wing in hopes of talking with Harry. Mandy and Alice were going to talk to Ron and Neville, and Lisa volunteered to look for background information about the two suspect professors.
Hermione knocked a the door of the hospital wing, but Madam Pomfrey refused to let her in.
"Absolutely no visitors allowed, on Professor Dumbledore's orders," she said. "Though I don't blame you for trying. I've had to turn away a dozen people already today. If you want to leave a get-well card, there's a tray out there in the hall. I'll take it in to him in a few minutes."
Hermione found the tray, which was piled with cards and notes. The accident seemed to have won Harry a lot of sympathy. She looked through them quickly to see if there were any clues.
"Take care, mate. I'm sorry for what I said about the points," from Seamus.
"Get well soon, and GET BACK TO QUIDDICH," from Oliver Wood.
"What a klutz! Give up Quiddich before you kill yourself" from Draco Malfoy. Maybe they weren't all sympathy cards after all.
The next card she picked up had no words and no signature, only an odd twirling violet pattern. It made Hermione feel dizzy and nauseus; in an instant she had collapsed to her knees.
Professor Snape came rushing up. Saying, "I'll take care of that," he snatched the card, slammed it shut without looking into it, and tapped it with his wand. It vanished in a puff of blood-red smoke.
He knocked on the door of the hospital wing. When Madam Pomfrey opened the door, he told her, "Have a look at Miss Granger. She was affected by a get-ill card, probably a prank by one of Potter's many ill-wishers."
Hermione was still too dizzy from the effects of the card to ask him any questions.
"Come in and lie down, dear," said Madame Pomfrey, "I'll brew you an herb tea. Camomile, peppermint, and special ingredients to ward off curses."
Once Hermione was left alone in the ward, she looked up and saw Harry three beds down on the other side of the room. She decided she had to seize the chance to talk with him. She went over, even though the room seemed to keeep spinning around her.
"Harry, I'm Hermione Granger. Remember, from the train? How are you?"
Harry opened his eyes and spoke weakly. "N-not too bad. The broken bones they fixed, but it's taking time to fix the nerves in my spine."
Harry was surprised and a bit touched by the visit. He'd never thought of her as a friend.
I've got something important to tell you, and to ask you," she said. "My room-mates saw the game and they think your broom was jinxed by someone."
"What about the game? Was it called off?" Harry asked.
"You won! Somehow you caught the Snitch in your mouth right before you fell," said Hermione.
Harry smiled, "That's something, anyway."
"There's not much time. Madam Pomfrey may be back any second. My friends saw Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape staring at you. Either could have been jinxing your broom."
"It must have been Snape! He hates me. I don't know why, except he hated my father."
"We mustn't jump to conclusions. Professor Snape just saved me from a get-ill card meant for you."
"A get-ill card?" asked Harry.
"I've read about them. They have a curse to make you sicker, especially if you're already sick. It was in a pile of cards meant for you. I picked it up instead and got pretty sick, but Professor Snape grabbed it away and destroyed it," said Hermione.
"Yeah, and maybe he was lurking around waiting to destroy the evidence in case something like that happened," said Harry.
"Possibly," mused Hermione. "Anyway, my friends and I want to help you. We'll look into things while you're laid up."
"NO!" said Harry. "I don't want other people in danger because of me." He was irritated now. Hermione and a bunch of other nosy Ravenclaws just wanted to play detective. He could take care of himself without them.
Hermione wanted to argue with him, but there was no more time. She heard Madam Pomfrey's approaching footsteps and dashed back to her bed a little dizzy and out of breath. She wished she had had more time to ask Harry questions, and now it looked like he wouldn't tell her any more. She hoped Alice and Lisa had done better with Ron and Neville.
