Disclaimer: Look in previous chapter.
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He woke up.
Where was he?
The bright light streamed through the blinds on the window; morning.
It pained to just sit up, but when he did, a horrific sight was what he
saw.
Rows and rows of hurt people - students and teachers - lying there,
sleeping, or, or ...
Don't think that way!!
Next to him was no other than Harry Potter - famous boy wizard - and
Hermione Granger, smarter than your average witch.
They both had several cuts and bruises, both looked sleeping.
Ron Weasley was across the room, next to Virginia Weasley, Ginny.
A skinny woman walked up, looking pale.
"Thank god you're awake. Terrible, 'twas a week ago when it happened. Had
to call in several specialists to help everyone - practically the whole
school!"
She put her palm on his head,
"Thought you were dead, most of them were (Madam Pomfrey sniffed),
horrible. Those poor kids, not knowing that their lives would end right
then -"
She stopped talking and sniffed, again.
"Well. You should recover in a few days. Just don't hurt yourself too much,
okay? Headmaster Dumbledore will be waiting for you in his office, you'll
know how to get there."
She help him out of the bed, making sure nothing will happen.
"The school is a bit mixed up at the moment, no classes until everything
has been put back into the way it was. If you are hungry, just go to the
kitchen. Don't even THINK of going out the school grounds, one step and
you'll be in trouble. Hagrid will be taking guard."
He tried to catch every word Pomfrey had said, he couldn't believe it.
"Okay, okay. I'll be alright,"
He limped his way out of the room, bodies were sprawled out everywhere on
beds.
He felt terrible for what had happened.
But was it really all his fault?
He ran - tried to run - to Dumbledore's office.
He needed answers.
When he'd reached the statue outside Dumbledore's office, he saw all the
teachers looking terrible coming out.
"Oh, you're awake. Dumbledore wants to see you."
Professor McGonagall moved out o the way for him to climb the stairs, he
felt dizzy already.
He saw Dumbledore sitting, looking very pale,
"Sir, you, you wanted to see me?"
He took a stepcloser, Dumbledore looked up, eyes red.
"Ah yes, come, sit."
He sat down on a velvet chair, the paintings of the previous headmasters
and mistress's were either crying or gabbling about last weeks surprising
event.
"Why?"
Dumbledore, finally said, after about what seemed like 5 minutes of pure
silence.
Dumbledore looked as if he were about to break up, to cry or yell at him.
"I - i - i, sir, i'm so, so - sorry. I didn't mean to. I never knew, it was
just one mistake! I honestly -"
"Stop. That's all i need. Please, go back to your dorms and have a rest, or
go to the ones who've awakened. I've work to do."
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He rushed out of Dumbledore's office.
That was it?
Honestly, was that all?
Pathetic.
He ran to the great hall, only about 16 students occupied the area.
He saw that each of them were looking just as terrible as he was; and
worse.
He wanted privacy.
The library was a good place, surely no one would be there at this time?
The library seemed empty.
Even the librarian wasn't there.
He went looking through all the areas, when he stopped at the area he
needed.
It has to be here, somewhere ...
He'd seen the book not so long ago, a few months.
No!
Not here.
He sat down, what to do now?
He stood up to go back when he saw a figure on the floor.
He went closer, it was -
Hermione Granger!
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He woke up.
Where was he?
The bright light streamed through the blinds on the window; morning.
It pained to just sit up, but when he did, a horrific sight was what he
saw.
Rows and rows of hurt people - students and teachers - lying there,
sleeping, or, or ...
Don't think that way!!
Next to him was no other than Harry Potter - famous boy wizard - and
Hermione Granger, smarter than your average witch.
They both had several cuts and bruises, both looked sleeping.
Ron Weasley was across the room, next to Virginia Weasley, Ginny.
A skinny woman walked up, looking pale.
"Thank god you're awake. Terrible, 'twas a week ago when it happened. Had
to call in several specialists to help everyone - practically the whole
school!"
She put her palm on his head,
"Thought you were dead, most of them were (Madam Pomfrey sniffed),
horrible. Those poor kids, not knowing that their lives would end right
then -"
She stopped talking and sniffed, again.
"Well. You should recover in a few days. Just don't hurt yourself too much,
okay? Headmaster Dumbledore will be waiting for you in his office, you'll
know how to get there."
She help him out of the bed, making sure nothing will happen.
"The school is a bit mixed up at the moment, no classes until everything
has been put back into the way it was. If you are hungry, just go to the
kitchen. Don't even THINK of going out the school grounds, one step and
you'll be in trouble. Hagrid will be taking guard."
He tried to catch every word Pomfrey had said, he couldn't believe it.
"Okay, okay. I'll be alright,"
He limped his way out of the room, bodies were sprawled out everywhere on
beds.
He felt terrible for what had happened.
But was it really all his fault?
He ran - tried to run - to Dumbledore's office.
He needed answers.
When he'd reached the statue outside Dumbledore's office, he saw all the
teachers looking terrible coming out.
"Oh, you're awake. Dumbledore wants to see you."
Professor McGonagall moved out o the way for him to climb the stairs, he
felt dizzy already.
He saw Dumbledore sitting, looking very pale,
"Sir, you, you wanted to see me?"
He took a stepcloser, Dumbledore looked up, eyes red.
"Ah yes, come, sit."
He sat down on a velvet chair, the paintings of the previous headmasters
and mistress's were either crying or gabbling about last weeks surprising
event.
"Why?"
Dumbledore, finally said, after about what seemed like 5 minutes of pure
silence.
Dumbledore looked as if he were about to break up, to cry or yell at him.
"I - i - i, sir, i'm so, so - sorry. I didn't mean to. I never knew, it was
just one mistake! I honestly -"
"Stop. That's all i need. Please, go back to your dorms and have a rest, or
go to the ones who've awakened. I've work to do."
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He rushed out of Dumbledore's office.
That was it?
Honestly, was that all?
Pathetic.
He ran to the great hall, only about 16 students occupied the area.
He saw that each of them were looking just as terrible as he was; and
worse.
He wanted privacy.
The library was a good place, surely no one would be there at this time?
The library seemed empty.
Even the librarian wasn't there.
He went looking through all the areas, when he stopped at the area he
needed.
It has to be here, somewhere ...
He'd seen the book not so long ago, a few months.
No!
Not here.
He sat down, what to do now?
He stood up to go back when he saw a figure on the floor.
He went closer, it was -
Hermione Granger!