Disclaimer: I own the plot. J.K. Rowling the Awesome Author owns Hogwarts
and everything in it. . .which is a very sad thing indeed.
A/N: This is a nice short chapter. The next one will feature the attack on
Hogwarts, so keep reading! And review please!!!!!
For the next several days, classes dragged on. They visited Harry at least twice a day. Often they were not allowed in because Healers from St. Mungo's were examining him. Dumbledore would not let him be taken from the school, probably for his own safety. No one knew what his condition was. Even Dumbledore's Image Magic theory was just that-a theory. Harry just lay there, cold and motionless. No potion or spell would wake him. Rumors began to spread about why The Boy Who Lived was missing. Many people came up to Ron and Hermione to ask what had happened to him. They told most of them that he was very sick in the Hospital Wing, but they gave Lavendar, Parvati, Dean, Neville, and Seamus the whole story. Draco Malfoy was strangely absent of cruel remarks. He had denied all charges of doing anything to Harry and was keeping his head down. Ron and Hermione could barely stand it. They both missed Harry terribly and were so worried for him that it was difficult, even for Hermione, to study. Even Lavendar and Parvati's giggling was reduced to a minimum. "He wont. . .die, will he, 'Mione?" Parvati asked while they were getting ready for bed in their dormitory, "Professor Trelawney told us about that prophecy she made a long time ago, the one about Harry. What if it is You- Know-Who who's done it to him?" Hermione did not answer. "Sorry," Parvati said quickly, "I shouldn't have said that-" "It's okay," said Hermione, "I just don't really want to think about it, that's all." "I don't either," said Lavendar, shuddering. "I wish I could help him, you know?" Hermione continued, "I've always been able to help him through trouble and now there's nothing-not one single thing I can do. I hate that feeling. I feel. . .helpless." Lavendar and Parvati nodded sympathetically.
The following day Dumbledore announced that Malfoy had been expelled. He had confessed the previous evening to using Drow's Curse on Harry. The Sixth Year Gryffindors looked to one another in shock. He had confessed? "I told you so," Hermione whispered into Ron's ear, but she felt no satisfaction in being correct. It didn't help Harry. "What's Drow's Curse?" Dean asked. It seems that many other people in the Great Hall had the same question. "It's a curse that I thought only existed in story books," said Parvati, looking tense, "I didn't think anyone knew how to do it any more. It curses you into sleep until you die." "But that doesn't make sense," said Hermione, "Only Voldemort-" everyone flinched, "-can kill Harry, unless he kills Voldemort, that is." "You don't understand," said Ron, "It makes you sleep until you die, but it doesn't kill you. And there's no way to undo it." "So that means. . ." Hermione began, but she didn't finish the sentence, it was too depressing to voice out loud: Harry would never wake up.
For the next several days, classes dragged on. They visited Harry at least twice a day. Often they were not allowed in because Healers from St. Mungo's were examining him. Dumbledore would not let him be taken from the school, probably for his own safety. No one knew what his condition was. Even Dumbledore's Image Magic theory was just that-a theory. Harry just lay there, cold and motionless. No potion or spell would wake him. Rumors began to spread about why The Boy Who Lived was missing. Many people came up to Ron and Hermione to ask what had happened to him. They told most of them that he was very sick in the Hospital Wing, but they gave Lavendar, Parvati, Dean, Neville, and Seamus the whole story. Draco Malfoy was strangely absent of cruel remarks. He had denied all charges of doing anything to Harry and was keeping his head down. Ron and Hermione could barely stand it. They both missed Harry terribly and were so worried for him that it was difficult, even for Hermione, to study. Even Lavendar and Parvati's giggling was reduced to a minimum. "He wont. . .die, will he, 'Mione?" Parvati asked while they were getting ready for bed in their dormitory, "Professor Trelawney told us about that prophecy she made a long time ago, the one about Harry. What if it is You- Know-Who who's done it to him?" Hermione did not answer. "Sorry," Parvati said quickly, "I shouldn't have said that-" "It's okay," said Hermione, "I just don't really want to think about it, that's all." "I don't either," said Lavendar, shuddering. "I wish I could help him, you know?" Hermione continued, "I've always been able to help him through trouble and now there's nothing-not one single thing I can do. I hate that feeling. I feel. . .helpless." Lavendar and Parvati nodded sympathetically.
The following day Dumbledore announced that Malfoy had been expelled. He had confessed the previous evening to using Drow's Curse on Harry. The Sixth Year Gryffindors looked to one another in shock. He had confessed? "I told you so," Hermione whispered into Ron's ear, but she felt no satisfaction in being correct. It didn't help Harry. "What's Drow's Curse?" Dean asked. It seems that many other people in the Great Hall had the same question. "It's a curse that I thought only existed in story books," said Parvati, looking tense, "I didn't think anyone knew how to do it any more. It curses you into sleep until you die." "But that doesn't make sense," said Hermione, "Only Voldemort-" everyone flinched, "-can kill Harry, unless he kills Voldemort, that is." "You don't understand," said Ron, "It makes you sleep until you die, but it doesn't kill you. And there's no way to undo it." "So that means. . ." Hermione began, but she didn't finish the sentence, it was too depressing to voice out loud: Harry would never wake up.