Chapter 16
Harry awoke from a very uneasy sleep. He rolled over, and saw his clock. 4:38AM. Ugh. he thought. Tell me that was all a dream. Hermionie isn't in the hospital wing. She's okay. It was a dream. He convinced himself, and rolled back over and fell asleep again.
He was awoken again, but not by his own worry this time. Sun was filling the dorm, and Harry hadn't closed his curtains all the way. Sitting up slowly, he rubbed his eyes, and checked his clock again. 8:10AM. Pulling back his curtains he suddenly remembered the horrible dream he had. He shivered at the thought. Groggily descending the stairs he expected to see Hermionie sitting near the fire, studying or reading. But when he got there, all he found was Ron.
"Hey." Harry said.
"Morning," Ron said, looking up from the parchment he was reading, "Here, Madam Pomfrey sent this about five minutes ago." Confused Harry took it, and read:
Harry and Ron,
I have searched endlessly for a cure. I have finally found one, but it will take time to brew. I could either send away for it, or make it myself. I am not sure. Please send and owl back with your opinion.
Madam Pomfrey
Puzzled, Harry read it again.
"Cure?" he asked Ron, "For what?"
Ron was surprised. "Hermionie," He said simply.
"You mean, she's actually in the hospital wing, and." He thought back through his 'dream'. "I thought it was all a dream." He fell into the nearest armchair, and placed the letter on the nearest table.
"Sorry to disappoint you." Ron said, "Let's go visit her."
"Yea." Harry said getting up.
Sighing, Harry opened the hospital wing door. They found Fred and George standing by Hermionie's bed, placing some flowers is a vase on her bedside table. Ron and Harry approached.
"Sorry little brother." Fred said, and ruffled his hair. Then they left. Hermionie was as pale as ever, and just as cold. Harry sat in the same chair he was in yesterday, and so did Ron. Harry grabbed Hermionie's hand. Her hand twitched, and Harry jumped.
"What?" Ron said.
"She moved." He said, not taking his eyes of her sickly face, "Hermionie?" He whispered. Nothing. He figured it was just a muscle spasm. Harry sighed again.
The boys stayed in there all day with her. It was Sunday, so it was still the weekend. As they stayed there, several people came in to see her. Ginny was the first person they saw that day. She went over to Ron, and sat down in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Harry heard her crying. Ron just hugged back, and comforted her. "She'll be okay Ginny." He said. Harry noticed there wasn't very much confidence in his voice. Harry was smoothing Hermionie's hair when Ginny left, and Ron spoke.
"Where is Madam Pomfrey?"
"Dunno," Harry answered. "What are we going to do?"
"Whatever is fastest." Ron said.
"Yea," Harry said. He grasped her hand with both hands.
"Boys?" She came into the ward. She moved toward them. "I have started to make the potion for her revival." The nurse said.
"Okay, " Harry said, "How long is that going to take?"
"About 3 weeks." She said, "I'm doing my best. you boys should go get something to eat. Don't hang around here all day." They didn't want to leave but Harry did admit he was hungry. So they set down for the great hall. It was still early, so there weren't many people in the hall for breakfast. Harry sat down, and started to eat, if anything was filling his stomach it was worry.
As people started to file into the great hall, Harry noticed some people giving him sympathetic looks. Did they already know about Hermionie? Harry just kept eating, trying not to worry too much. Then Draco Malfoy came striding into the hall, a smirk placed on his pale evil face. Harry put down his fork, and glared. Malfoy looked over at Harry, and just smiled wickedly. I'm so going to get you. Harry thought. You're dead meat.. Harry glared.
"Um Harry, are you okay?" Ron said. Harry glare was broken.
"Yea fine." Harry went angrily back to his breakfast.
"You were giving Malfoy the death stare." Ron cocked an eyebrow at him.
"He's deserves it." Harry said maliciously, going back to his food again.
"Right." Ron said, also going back to his breakfast.
Then suddenly Dumbledore stood at the teacher's table.
"I have an announcement to make." He said, looking around at the tables. Everyone quieted down, and looked curiously at the headmaster. "We have a new student." Harry realized there was a young girl standing next to Dumbledore. She looked about Harry and Ron's age, and she had shoulder length light brown hair, a nice figure, (as far as Harry could see), and beautiful hazel eyes. "This Emma. She transferred from another school. Please make her feel welcome." He said. Emma stood there with a sweet smile on her face, and just looked around at everyone. The smile almost looked forced, she also look partly terrified. Harry didn't blame her, because he knew the feeling well. Dumbledore continued, "She will be sorted like each and everyone of you was sorted in your first year." The sorting hat stood near two of them, on the same old stool. Emma was sorted and she was in Gryffindor. Harry looked over at Ron, to see what he thought, and Ron was watching her intently and she walked over to their table. There was only one place open, and it happened to be on the other side of Ron. She was a little shy.
All the same, she came over and asked politely, "Anyone sitting here?"
"No, go ahead." Ron shoved Harry over to make room for Emma.
"Thank you." She said sweetly. She began to pile food onto her plate.
"Long train ride isn't it?" Harry chuckled, watching her pile more food onto her plate.
She giggled, "Yea." She took a bite of toast, and looked at them both. "I'm Emma Johnson." She said, holding out a hand to Ron.
"Um." Ron paused. Harry elbowed him.
"Ron Weasley," Harry reminded him in a whisper only Ron could hear.
"Oh yea, Ron Weasley." Ron wiped his hand on his pants and shook her hand.
"And you are?" She asked, Harry.
"Harry Potter." Harry said through a mouthful of eggs witch he accidentally spit a little into Ron's lap. "Sorry." Ron just laughed a little and wiped his leg free of egg. Emma just laughed. After a few minutes of talking with her, she got up and said.
"Sorry, I gotta get to the dormitory to get my books. They told me they already put it up there. But." She paused, "This is going to sound stupid. Where is our dorm anyway?" She said, "One of you boys care to show me?"
Ron said, "I'll be glad to." He got up and started to walk away with Emma. Once she'd gotten a few feet ahead of him, Ron backtracked and whispered in Harry's ear, "Dibs." And he was gone.
Harry awoke from a very uneasy sleep. He rolled over, and saw his clock. 4:38AM. Ugh. he thought. Tell me that was all a dream. Hermionie isn't in the hospital wing. She's okay. It was a dream. He convinced himself, and rolled back over and fell asleep again.
He was awoken again, but not by his own worry this time. Sun was filling the dorm, and Harry hadn't closed his curtains all the way. Sitting up slowly, he rubbed his eyes, and checked his clock again. 8:10AM. Pulling back his curtains he suddenly remembered the horrible dream he had. He shivered at the thought. Groggily descending the stairs he expected to see Hermionie sitting near the fire, studying or reading. But when he got there, all he found was Ron.
"Hey." Harry said.
"Morning," Ron said, looking up from the parchment he was reading, "Here, Madam Pomfrey sent this about five minutes ago." Confused Harry took it, and read:
Harry and Ron,
I have searched endlessly for a cure. I have finally found one, but it will take time to brew. I could either send away for it, or make it myself. I am not sure. Please send and owl back with your opinion.
Madam Pomfrey
Puzzled, Harry read it again.
"Cure?" he asked Ron, "For what?"
Ron was surprised. "Hermionie," He said simply.
"You mean, she's actually in the hospital wing, and." He thought back through his 'dream'. "I thought it was all a dream." He fell into the nearest armchair, and placed the letter on the nearest table.
"Sorry to disappoint you." Ron said, "Let's go visit her."
"Yea." Harry said getting up.
Sighing, Harry opened the hospital wing door. They found Fred and George standing by Hermionie's bed, placing some flowers is a vase on her bedside table. Ron and Harry approached.
"Sorry little brother." Fred said, and ruffled his hair. Then they left. Hermionie was as pale as ever, and just as cold. Harry sat in the same chair he was in yesterday, and so did Ron. Harry grabbed Hermionie's hand. Her hand twitched, and Harry jumped.
"What?" Ron said.
"She moved." He said, not taking his eyes of her sickly face, "Hermionie?" He whispered. Nothing. He figured it was just a muscle spasm. Harry sighed again.
The boys stayed in there all day with her. It was Sunday, so it was still the weekend. As they stayed there, several people came in to see her. Ginny was the first person they saw that day. She went over to Ron, and sat down in his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Harry heard her crying. Ron just hugged back, and comforted her. "She'll be okay Ginny." He said. Harry noticed there wasn't very much confidence in his voice. Harry was smoothing Hermionie's hair when Ginny left, and Ron spoke.
"Where is Madam Pomfrey?"
"Dunno," Harry answered. "What are we going to do?"
"Whatever is fastest." Ron said.
"Yea," Harry said. He grasped her hand with both hands.
"Boys?" She came into the ward. She moved toward them. "I have started to make the potion for her revival." The nurse said.
"Okay, " Harry said, "How long is that going to take?"
"About 3 weeks." She said, "I'm doing my best. you boys should go get something to eat. Don't hang around here all day." They didn't want to leave but Harry did admit he was hungry. So they set down for the great hall. It was still early, so there weren't many people in the hall for breakfast. Harry sat down, and started to eat, if anything was filling his stomach it was worry.
As people started to file into the great hall, Harry noticed some people giving him sympathetic looks. Did they already know about Hermionie? Harry just kept eating, trying not to worry too much. Then Draco Malfoy came striding into the hall, a smirk placed on his pale evil face. Harry put down his fork, and glared. Malfoy looked over at Harry, and just smiled wickedly. I'm so going to get you. Harry thought. You're dead meat.. Harry glared.
"Um Harry, are you okay?" Ron said. Harry glare was broken.
"Yea fine." Harry went angrily back to his breakfast.
"You were giving Malfoy the death stare." Ron cocked an eyebrow at him.
"He's deserves it." Harry said maliciously, going back to his food again.
"Right." Ron said, also going back to his breakfast.
Then suddenly Dumbledore stood at the teacher's table.
"I have an announcement to make." He said, looking around at the tables. Everyone quieted down, and looked curiously at the headmaster. "We have a new student." Harry realized there was a young girl standing next to Dumbledore. She looked about Harry and Ron's age, and she had shoulder length light brown hair, a nice figure, (as far as Harry could see), and beautiful hazel eyes. "This Emma. She transferred from another school. Please make her feel welcome." He said. Emma stood there with a sweet smile on her face, and just looked around at everyone. The smile almost looked forced, she also look partly terrified. Harry didn't blame her, because he knew the feeling well. Dumbledore continued, "She will be sorted like each and everyone of you was sorted in your first year." The sorting hat stood near two of them, on the same old stool. Emma was sorted and she was in Gryffindor. Harry looked over at Ron, to see what he thought, and Ron was watching her intently and she walked over to their table. There was only one place open, and it happened to be on the other side of Ron. She was a little shy.
All the same, she came over and asked politely, "Anyone sitting here?"
"No, go ahead." Ron shoved Harry over to make room for Emma.
"Thank you." She said sweetly. She began to pile food onto her plate.
"Long train ride isn't it?" Harry chuckled, watching her pile more food onto her plate.
She giggled, "Yea." She took a bite of toast, and looked at them both. "I'm Emma Johnson." She said, holding out a hand to Ron.
"Um." Ron paused. Harry elbowed him.
"Ron Weasley," Harry reminded him in a whisper only Ron could hear.
"Oh yea, Ron Weasley." Ron wiped his hand on his pants and shook her hand.
"And you are?" She asked, Harry.
"Harry Potter." Harry said through a mouthful of eggs witch he accidentally spit a little into Ron's lap. "Sorry." Ron just laughed a little and wiped his leg free of egg. Emma just laughed. After a few minutes of talking with her, she got up and said.
"Sorry, I gotta get to the dormitory to get my books. They told me they already put it up there. But." She paused, "This is going to sound stupid. Where is our dorm anyway?" She said, "One of you boys care to show me?"
Ron said, "I'll be glad to." He got up and started to walk away with Emma. Once she'd gotten a few feet ahead of him, Ron backtracked and whispered in Harry's ear, "Dibs." And he was gone.