Chapter 19
Luckily, Hermione had been pulled off Harry in time. All he needed was a few magical
stitches, some bone re-grow potion, and a scar healer. And some medication for
something else that happened to be sore....
But, Harry had never seen Hermione that fierce! Wow! She was a bobcat!
"Whoa," Harry muttered to himself in the desolateness of the hospital wing. He
couldn't let his thoughts take control of him again. Not again. Nope. Harry brought his
mind to another topic. Like, why he didn't attack Hermione back. The answer easily hit
him. He couldn't, because if he was to put one toe out of line, he would be expelled
immediately.
It was near morning, and the first of Hogwarts students were beginning to rise.
Harry wondered if he would be returning to class today. He didn't know if he could
actually walk with his sore part....
But, Harry found out the answer to that question almost immediately.
"Get up!" shouted Madame Pomfrey's loud, arrogant voice. It had startled him.
"Get up!" she repeated. " You slimy weasel! You are not skipping class today, my friend.
Up you go! You deserve the pain you got from that poor Hermione. After what you did to
her, you deserve to suffer! Now get up!" Harry was frightened by Madame Pomfrey's
unusual behavior. But, it was quite unusual that THAT would happen to two girls. Oh
well. Harry quickly sat up. Madame Pomfrey supplied him with his robes, now as clean
as could be, and he dressed. Of course, Madame Pomfrey left the room, but Harry had the
slight feeling of being watched as he changed. As soon as he was done, Madame Pomfrey
appeared once more. Wait, he thought. How did she know I was done? I didn't call for
her or anything. The thought flew out of his mind quickly, though. He didn't have time to
worry of such things. He left the hospital wing, and proceeded to the Gryffindor common
room. He wasn't ready for what awaited him. As he opened the door, the entire
Gryffindor house stared back at him. All eyes were upon him as he crossed the room. AS
he passed them, they cleared out of the way, as if he had some kind of contagious disease.
He made his way up the stairs, ran to his room, grabbed his books and things, and started
back down. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, once more all the eyes on the room
were upon him. He couldn't take it anymore.
"What is with you people!!! I can't take it!!! Hermione turned on me!!!! She was
being seductive!!!! And-" Harry was cut off.
"Shut up, Potter," said a familiar voice. He saw that it was his friend, Seamus.
"Yeah," replied some others.
" You know that when he said 'She turned on me', he means , 'She turned me
on!'"
"Yeah! He's the one who DID IT to Hermione! He's attacking like he was raped
or something!"
"Little itty bitty Potter's been raped! Better call the police!"
A snapping finger silenced them all.
"Silence," muttered a strong, proud voice. There was a movement through the
crowd, and a figure appeared at the front.
"Neville?" Harry asked, almost fainting from surprise.
"Yes. It is I." Wow. Neville had grown 5 inches taller, and now stood around
5'9". His hair was slicked back, and looked very greasy. He was dressed in all black, and
held a wand in his hand.
"Wow," muttered Harry. "You've really....changed." Neville remained
silent. "Well, okay, bye everyone." He quickly made his way to the door, and exited
before anyone could object.
Luckily, Hermione had been pulled off Harry in time. All he needed was a few magical
stitches, some bone re-grow potion, and a scar healer. And some medication for
something else that happened to be sore....
But, Harry had never seen Hermione that fierce! Wow! She was a bobcat!
"Whoa," Harry muttered to himself in the desolateness of the hospital wing. He
couldn't let his thoughts take control of him again. Not again. Nope. Harry brought his
mind to another topic. Like, why he didn't attack Hermione back. The answer easily hit
him. He couldn't, because if he was to put one toe out of line, he would be expelled
immediately.
It was near morning, and the first of Hogwarts students were beginning to rise.
Harry wondered if he would be returning to class today. He didn't know if he could
actually walk with his sore part....
But, Harry found out the answer to that question almost immediately.
"Get up!" shouted Madame Pomfrey's loud, arrogant voice. It had startled him.
"Get up!" she repeated. " You slimy weasel! You are not skipping class today, my friend.
Up you go! You deserve the pain you got from that poor Hermione. After what you did to
her, you deserve to suffer! Now get up!" Harry was frightened by Madame Pomfrey's
unusual behavior. But, it was quite unusual that THAT would happen to two girls. Oh
well. Harry quickly sat up. Madame Pomfrey supplied him with his robes, now as clean
as could be, and he dressed. Of course, Madame Pomfrey left the room, but Harry had the
slight feeling of being watched as he changed. As soon as he was done, Madame Pomfrey
appeared once more. Wait, he thought. How did she know I was done? I didn't call for
her or anything. The thought flew out of his mind quickly, though. He didn't have time to
worry of such things. He left the hospital wing, and proceeded to the Gryffindor common
room. He wasn't ready for what awaited him. As he opened the door, the entire
Gryffindor house stared back at him. All eyes were upon him as he crossed the room. AS
he passed them, they cleared out of the way, as if he had some kind of contagious disease.
He made his way up the stairs, ran to his room, grabbed his books and things, and started
back down. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, once more all the eyes on the room
were upon him. He couldn't take it anymore.
"What is with you people!!! I can't take it!!! Hermione turned on me!!!! She was
being seductive!!!! And-" Harry was cut off.
"Shut up, Potter," said a familiar voice. He saw that it was his friend, Seamus.
"Yeah," replied some others.
" You know that when he said 'She turned on me', he means , 'She turned me
on!'"
"Yeah! He's the one who DID IT to Hermione! He's attacking like he was raped
or something!"
"Little itty bitty Potter's been raped! Better call the police!"
A snapping finger silenced them all.
"Silence," muttered a strong, proud voice. There was a movement through the
crowd, and a figure appeared at the front.
"Neville?" Harry asked, almost fainting from surprise.
"Yes. It is I." Wow. Neville had grown 5 inches taller, and now stood around
5'9". His hair was slicked back, and looked very greasy. He was dressed in all black, and
held a wand in his hand.
"Wow," muttered Harry. "You've really....changed." Neville remained
silent. "Well, okay, bye everyone." He quickly made his way to the door, and exited
before anyone could object.