Chapter 15
Harry and Ron stepped through the door; not knowing what this was all about. Lupin followed them in. What they saw shocked them. Madam Pomfrey was bending over a still figure lying on a bed near the end of the ward.
"Over there." Lupin pointed to where the nurse was standing. They slowly stepped forward, as Madam Pomfrey spotted them, and hurried away.
"Hermionie!" Harry yelled, he rushed over to her. He grabbed her hand, and she was as limp as a rag doll. She was also extremely pale, cold, and looked very helpless. "Hermionie." He whispered again. Madam Pomfrey had obviously known they were coming, two chairs stood on either side of her bed. Harry sat down in one, and scooted closer to the bed. He looked back, wondering were Ron was. He was standing a few feet away, and looked extremely pale. "Ron?" Harry said. He just stood there stiffly. Harry turned away from him, and squeezed Hermione's hand. He placed his head, on the edge of the bed. Ron finally came and sat across from Harry. Harry's head snapped up. "What happened?" Lupin just looked at him.
"I found her like this. I think she was on her way to breakfast." Lupin explained. "Madam Pomfrey doesn't know the cure for this curse, and she's trying her best Harry."
"Who did this?" Ron spoke.
"I don't know." Lupin said sadly. "Do you two have any idea?"
"No-" But Harry thought twice. He looked directly at Ron, "Malfoy!"
"Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey said, coming back to check over Hermionie again.
"Yes." Harry said.
"Why would Draco do such a thing?" Lupin asked. Ron and Harry just looked at each other. They didn't want to tell Madam Pomfrey, but they trusted Lupin.
"Erm." Harry said simply. The nurse was now taking Hermionie pulse.
"Oh dear." She said, letting go of her wrist.
"What?" Ron said, concern flooding his tone.
"Her heart beat, it isn't normal." She explained, she was also going pale, "This curse is very complicated. It does things to the heart, and mind. It knocks the victim out for.a long time. Then it started to speed up the heart, then slow it down, and it does this repeatedly until she's cured. If we wait too long, she might." she sniffed, and hurried away. Harry could hear her sob. A sudden anger filled him. It was a different anger. It was a deadly anger. Kill-mode. He was filled to the rim with Malfoy's antics. That's the last straw. Harry said. He squeezed Hermionie hand harder, and placed his head back down on the mattress. Lupin came over and patted his back.
"Why would Mr. Malfoy do this?" Lupin asked again. Harry and Ron explained everything, from the first time Hermionie was found in the library by Ron, and the second time, when Harry placed all those hexes on him. Lupin wasn't surprised he did that.
"You should've gone to Dumbledore first thing." Lupin advised, "He can be expelled for that." Harry and Ron didn't want to give Luscious Malfoy another reason to hate him, and be after him, like Voldemort. Harry explained this, and Lupin again understood, but still told him it was wrong. "I've got a report to write on this incident. See you. Don't be in here too late." And he was gone.
"What are we going to do?" Ron asked Harry. Ron was still as pale as the sheets Hermionie was laying on.
"Nothing." Harry growled. He just looked at his hand in Hermionie's. The anger flooded him again.
"But-" Ron protested.
"Nothing!" Harry growled again. He didn't mean to snap at Ron, "Sorry Ron, I'm just-"
"I understand Harry, it's okay." Ron said, looking at Hermionie. After a few minutes of silence, Madam Pomfrey came back, her tears dried.
"I don't know, boys" She said as they watched her apprehensively, "I didn't think any student would manage a spell of that level." She looked sympathetically at them both. "I think you two should head off for now, I'll let you know if anything new comes up." Harry didn't want to leave her; he couldn't risk her leaving him when he wasn't there. "It's okay Harry dear, I'll take care of her." Madam Pomfrey informed him, seeing the worry linger in his eyes.
"Alright." Harry sighed, and got up. He still held her hand. He kissed her gently on her forehead, and gave her hand one last squeeze before he left with Ron. They were happy that it was their day off, because they didn't think they could concentrate anyway. They both sat in the common room all day, playing games, waiting for a word from the nurse. Harry's worry was more lingering than the sudden surges of anger. If Ron was feeling anything, he didn't show it. He stayed to himself, and didn't seem to like talking about it. Harry didn't pursue the conversation, because he liked the way their friendship was repairing, and he didn't want to give Ron a reason not to be around him. The thing he need most right now was Sirius. He hadn't heard from him in quite sometime. When it got late, and dark outside, Harry and Ron decided they'd head up to bed. When Ron had closed his curtains in silence, Harry pulled out his parchment and ink, and wrote everything to Sirius: from the beginning, to the middle, to the fears that were swirling in his head at that moment. It was a very long letter and felt relived after he got it all out of his system. He sent Hedwig off into the night was a whisper of encouragement and hurry. He climbed into bed, and lay there for a few minutes before he drifted into sleep.
Harry and Ron stepped through the door; not knowing what this was all about. Lupin followed them in. What they saw shocked them. Madam Pomfrey was bending over a still figure lying on a bed near the end of the ward.
"Over there." Lupin pointed to where the nurse was standing. They slowly stepped forward, as Madam Pomfrey spotted them, and hurried away.
"Hermionie!" Harry yelled, he rushed over to her. He grabbed her hand, and she was as limp as a rag doll. She was also extremely pale, cold, and looked very helpless. "Hermionie." He whispered again. Madam Pomfrey had obviously known they were coming, two chairs stood on either side of her bed. Harry sat down in one, and scooted closer to the bed. He looked back, wondering were Ron was. He was standing a few feet away, and looked extremely pale. "Ron?" Harry said. He just stood there stiffly. Harry turned away from him, and squeezed Hermione's hand. He placed his head, on the edge of the bed. Ron finally came and sat across from Harry. Harry's head snapped up. "What happened?" Lupin just looked at him.
"I found her like this. I think she was on her way to breakfast." Lupin explained. "Madam Pomfrey doesn't know the cure for this curse, and she's trying her best Harry."
"Who did this?" Ron spoke.
"I don't know." Lupin said sadly. "Do you two have any idea?"
"No-" But Harry thought twice. He looked directly at Ron, "Malfoy!"
"Mr. Malfoy?" Madam Pomfrey said, coming back to check over Hermionie again.
"Yes." Harry said.
"Why would Draco do such a thing?" Lupin asked. Ron and Harry just looked at each other. They didn't want to tell Madam Pomfrey, but they trusted Lupin.
"Erm." Harry said simply. The nurse was now taking Hermionie pulse.
"Oh dear." She said, letting go of her wrist.
"What?" Ron said, concern flooding his tone.
"Her heart beat, it isn't normal." She explained, she was also going pale, "This curse is very complicated. It does things to the heart, and mind. It knocks the victim out for.a long time. Then it started to speed up the heart, then slow it down, and it does this repeatedly until she's cured. If we wait too long, she might." she sniffed, and hurried away. Harry could hear her sob. A sudden anger filled him. It was a different anger. It was a deadly anger. Kill-mode. He was filled to the rim with Malfoy's antics. That's the last straw. Harry said. He squeezed Hermionie hand harder, and placed his head back down on the mattress. Lupin came over and patted his back.
"Why would Mr. Malfoy do this?" Lupin asked again. Harry and Ron explained everything, from the first time Hermionie was found in the library by Ron, and the second time, when Harry placed all those hexes on him. Lupin wasn't surprised he did that.
"You should've gone to Dumbledore first thing." Lupin advised, "He can be expelled for that." Harry and Ron didn't want to give Luscious Malfoy another reason to hate him, and be after him, like Voldemort. Harry explained this, and Lupin again understood, but still told him it was wrong. "I've got a report to write on this incident. See you. Don't be in here too late." And he was gone.
"What are we going to do?" Ron asked Harry. Ron was still as pale as the sheets Hermionie was laying on.
"Nothing." Harry growled. He just looked at his hand in Hermionie's. The anger flooded him again.
"But-" Ron protested.
"Nothing!" Harry growled again. He didn't mean to snap at Ron, "Sorry Ron, I'm just-"
"I understand Harry, it's okay." Ron said, looking at Hermionie. After a few minutes of silence, Madam Pomfrey came back, her tears dried.
"I don't know, boys" She said as they watched her apprehensively, "I didn't think any student would manage a spell of that level." She looked sympathetically at them both. "I think you two should head off for now, I'll let you know if anything new comes up." Harry didn't want to leave her; he couldn't risk her leaving him when he wasn't there. "It's okay Harry dear, I'll take care of her." Madam Pomfrey informed him, seeing the worry linger in his eyes.
"Alright." Harry sighed, and got up. He still held her hand. He kissed her gently on her forehead, and gave her hand one last squeeze before he left with Ron. They were happy that it was their day off, because they didn't think they could concentrate anyway. They both sat in the common room all day, playing games, waiting for a word from the nurse. Harry's worry was more lingering than the sudden surges of anger. If Ron was feeling anything, he didn't show it. He stayed to himself, and didn't seem to like talking about it. Harry didn't pursue the conversation, because he liked the way their friendship was repairing, and he didn't want to give Ron a reason not to be around him. The thing he need most right now was Sirius. He hadn't heard from him in quite sometime. When it got late, and dark outside, Harry and Ron decided they'd head up to bed. When Ron had closed his curtains in silence, Harry pulled out his parchment and ink, and wrote everything to Sirius: from the beginning, to the middle, to the fears that were swirling in his head at that moment. It was a very long letter and felt relived after he got it all out of his system. He sent Hedwig off into the night was a whisper of encouragement and hurry. He climbed into bed, and lay there for a few minutes before he drifted into sleep.