Chapter twenty one- Memories
Hermione's PoV
It took me a while to figure out where I was when I woke up. It definitely wasn't the dormitory- the room was far to big. And the bed was different- not as comfortable.
I sat up, squinting through the darkness to try and figure it out, but I couldn't see anything more than three feet away from me. It was then that I realised where I was- the Hospital Wing. And the reason I couldn't see anything (besides it be being almost pitch black) was because there was a screen around my bed.
I settled back down, trying hard to remember what could have happened to end me up in here. I didn't feel at all injured or ill, so it couldn't have been that serious, but I couldn't remember what had happened, and that was scaring me.
I lay perfectly still and racked my brains for any memory. I was in the Hall and, and- memory flooded back. Viktor.
Viktor's lies, Viktor's cheating- I had asked to speak to him, and he had acted like he didn't care. I remembered the look on his face with perfect clarity, and found myself wishing I couldn't. Hang on. Was it Viktor? Did he do something to me..?
Deatheaters.
I don't know why the word just popped into my head, but it did. I shut my eyes tight, and I could hear it again- Ron. Ron's voice, saying Deatheaters.
Ron.
My eyes flew open as I remembered. Ron pushing me out of the way. Ron *saving my life*. We ran down to the Quidditch pitch, to find Harry, and then, then, yes- then there were the Deatheaters. And we were fighting them off, and then there were teachers, and the ministry, and they were flying..
My eyes were drooping, and I rolled over to get more comfortable. I really wanted to sleep.
Pain, there was pain. Lots of pain. And then, then there was Ron, looking down at me...and then, just..
Black.
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Dear Diary, They're all OK, mainly. Alicia had a burnt arm and Fred cut his leg, but apart from that it was only Hermione. Hermione's in the Hospital Wing- Madam Pomfrey insisted that she had to stay there, because although she was healed and everything she still hadn't woken up. I've never seen Ron so worried. Ever. He and Harry, but mainly Ron, started to carry her up to the school themselves before Dumbledore conjured a stretcher and he took her up there. I met them in the entrance hall, and went up to the Hospital Wing- Ron was frantic. But then, well, it was really weird. He suddenly changed, and as soon as Madam Pomfrey said she was going to be OK he left without saying a word, like he didn't care anymore. Harry seemed to know what was going on, but he stayed a bit longer- he was really worried as well, and only left when Madam Pomfrey made him. I know because me and the twins were in the Common Room when he came back up. Merlin, am I tired. Love Ginny xxx
The deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter-
She's OK, she's OK, she's OK, thank God. If she hadn't been, Wormtail wouldn't have been handed over to the Ministry, I can tell you that. I hate him so much. I hope he rots in hell. Ron's pretending to sleep- didn't think he'd still be like this though. He must be feeling worse than I thought.
Hermione's PoV
It took me a while to figure out where I was when I woke up. It definitely wasn't the dormitory- the room was far to big. And the bed was different- not as comfortable.
I sat up, squinting through the darkness to try and figure it out, but I couldn't see anything more than three feet away from me. It was then that I realised where I was- the Hospital Wing. And the reason I couldn't see anything (besides it be being almost pitch black) was because there was a screen around my bed.
I settled back down, trying hard to remember what could have happened to end me up in here. I didn't feel at all injured or ill, so it couldn't have been that serious, but I couldn't remember what had happened, and that was scaring me.
I lay perfectly still and racked my brains for any memory. I was in the Hall and, and- memory flooded back. Viktor.
Viktor's lies, Viktor's cheating- I had asked to speak to him, and he had acted like he didn't care. I remembered the look on his face with perfect clarity, and found myself wishing I couldn't. Hang on. Was it Viktor? Did he do something to me..?
Deatheaters.
I don't know why the word just popped into my head, but it did. I shut my eyes tight, and I could hear it again- Ron. Ron's voice, saying Deatheaters.
Ron.
My eyes flew open as I remembered. Ron pushing me out of the way. Ron *saving my life*. We ran down to the Quidditch pitch, to find Harry, and then, then, yes- then there were the Deatheaters. And we were fighting them off, and then there were teachers, and the ministry, and they were flying..
My eyes were drooping, and I rolled over to get more comfortable. I really wanted to sleep.
Pain, there was pain. Lots of pain. And then, then there was Ron, looking down at me...and then, just..
Black.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Dear Diary, They're all OK, mainly. Alicia had a burnt arm and Fred cut his leg, but apart from that it was only Hermione. Hermione's in the Hospital Wing- Madam Pomfrey insisted that she had to stay there, because although she was healed and everything she still hadn't woken up. I've never seen Ron so worried. Ever. He and Harry, but mainly Ron, started to carry her up to the school themselves before Dumbledore conjured a stretcher and he took her up there. I met them in the entrance hall, and went up to the Hospital Wing- Ron was frantic. But then, well, it was really weird. He suddenly changed, and as soon as Madam Pomfrey said she was going to be OK he left without saying a word, like he didn't care anymore. Harry seemed to know what was going on, but he stayed a bit longer- he was really worried as well, and only left when Madam Pomfrey made him. I know because me and the twins were in the Common Room when he came back up. Merlin, am I tired. Love Ginny xxx
The deep, dark, sometimes-sarcastic thoughts of Harry Potter-
She's OK, she's OK, she's OK, thank God. If she hadn't been, Wormtail wouldn't have been handed over to the Ministry, I can tell you that. I hate him so much. I hope he rots in hell. Ron's pretending to sleep- didn't think he'd still be like this though. He must be feeling worse than I thought.
