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A/N: Thanks for the review and the advice Matea! I know I went a little fast last chapter, I will try and slow it down and later go back and maybe break it into two and add more detail! Constructive Criticism is welcome all! R/R!
The hospital room was deathly silent. Ron looked helplessly at Hermione as he tried to get his voice to come out.
"Hermione…" Ron began. "I'm so sorry Hermione… I'm sorry I got mad at you… I'm sorry I yelled at you… I'm sorry I didn't apologize sooner… The truth is Hermione… You mean a whole lot to me and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you… I'm sorry I always fight with you and that I didn't tell you that sooner…" A few tears began to stream down his cheeks. "At least when you were petrified, we knew there was a cure… and that you'd be okay in time…" Ron then burst into tears and put his hands over his face, not even trying to stop there flow.
After about ten minutes Ron gained semi control again and the hospital door creaked open. It was Harry.
"You okay Ron?" Harry asked as he pulled a chair up next to him. Ron looked up at him, eyes red with tears.
"Not any more than you are." Ron said seeing Harry's tear stained cheeks. Harry allowed himself to chuckle lightly a second.
"What a bunch of crybabies we've turned out to be…" Harry said as Ron also let out a small laugh accompanied by a tear. "I'm sure she'll be okay Ron… Hermione's a lot stronger than she seems and she never gives up." Harry said as he looked over to Hermione.
At that moment the door again let out a creak as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley entered the room.
"Boys, we should be leaving now…" Mr. Weasley said.
"I'm not leaving." Ron said firmly as he looked up at his father. Mr. Weasley was about to say something when Ron started speaking again. "What if she wakes up and no ones here? She'll be terrified! She needs something familiar here for her… I've already made her feel like she wasn't wanted, I have to make sure that she never has to feel that way again…"
Mr. Weasley looked at him a bit confused, but he could tell that his son was very determined. Harry gave Ron a knowing look and then looked at Mr. Weasley.
"I'm staying too." Harry said and Mr. Weasley gave them both an exasperated look.
"I will talk to the doctors and clear it for you two." Mr. Weasley sighed. "I wish I could stay with you, but I have work first thing in the morning and your mother needs her rest no matter how much she wants to stay with you." Mr. Weasley said looking at Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll be by first thing in the morning with something for you to eat." Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes were wet with tears as well. "You two stay out of the way and don't cause any trouble, be good and stay quiet." Mrs. Weasley said. "Oh Arthur, are you sure they'll be okay here by themselves?"
Mr. Weasley nodded. "This place has very high security, they'll be just fine, see you tomorrow." Mr. Weasley said as they left the room. Minute's later Dr. Branch entered the room with an armful of blankets and pillows.
"Here you are." He said handing Ron and Harry each a blanket and a pillow. "Now you two must remain quiet and don't touch any of the equipment. A nurse will be in and out of here throughout the night so don't be alarmed." Dr. Branch said as he walked out of the room.
Ron and Harry remained seated next to Hermione, unable to get any decent sleep. If ever they did fall asleep it was filled with haunting dreams, but quite unbeknownst to them, Hermione was in a dreamland of her own.
A three-year-old Hermione Granger was sitting in a chair at her grandmother's house. She was reading an ABC book as her grandmother walked in.
"You've been looking at those books for an hour, let's take a break huh?" Hermione's grandmother said as she picked up the small girl.
"Do you want some candy?" her grandmother asked kindly as she smiled at her only grandchild.
"Mum and Dad said I'm not allowed to eat any." Hermione said, she spoke very well for someone her age.
"Well, I won't tell them if you don't." Her grandmother said while tucking a strand of hair that had escaped the girl's bushy ponytail, behind her ear. Hermione had quite a bit of hair for someone her age as well.
"That would be breaking the rules." Hermione said with such a serious look on her face that it made her grandmother laugh.
"Of course not dear. It's a rule that grandmother's have to spoil their grandchildren and give them things their parents won't let them have." Hermione's grandmother retaliated. Hermione seemed to be thinking hard and finally gave in.
When her parents finally arrived at the house Hermione's grandmother was rocking the sleeping Hermione in a rocking chair in the living room. Hermione had chocolate all over her face. It was quite an adorable sight indeed.
"Mother…" Mrs. Granger said, "You know that we do not allow Hermione to eat sweets."
"She is only a child! You shouldn't be so strict with her!" Her grandmother replied causing Hermione to stir and wake up with a yawn.
"Hey Mum! Hey Dad!" Hermione said with a grin, her front teeth were not as large when she was a child. They both gave her a disapproving look and her bottom lip quavered as tears began to stream down her face.
"Shhhhh!" Her grandmother said as she hugged the child close. "You didn't do anything wrong!" eventually Hermione's tears subsided and her grandmother took her to the bathroom to clean her up.
The scenery changed and Hermione was now five. It was her first day of school and she was excited at the prospect of learning, but terribly frightened of all the other children present. They all seemed to be getting along fine and having lots of fun. To afraid to approach anyone she sat down at a table and opened a book.
At lunchtime a girl approached her, "Want some chocolate?" the girl asked holding out a small piece.
"I'm not allowed." Hermione replied looking at the girl.
"Not allowed? You've never eaten chocolate before?" The girl asked. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.
"I have… my grandmother used to give it to me…" Hermione answered looking down at the sugar-free lunch her mother had packed for her. The girl looked at Hermione weirdly for a second before turning back to her own lunch.
The scenery changed again. Hermione was now eight years old. It was recess and she was sitting on a swing reading a book when two children her age walked up to her.
"Hey Hermione, want to play kick ball with us?" One of the two children asked, Hermione looked up at them surprised.
"No, I'm not very good." Hermione said looking back down at her book.
"We'll help you!" the other of the two said. Eventually Hermione gave in and went to play with them. By the end of recess she felt as though she had truly made some friends.
"Oh, Hermione, I accidentally forgot to do that homework for math… you think I could borrow yours?" One of her friends asked her. She thought for a second. They weren't supposed to share homework, it was against the rules, but what were friends for if not to share?
"Of course." Hermione said before heading to her bag to get her homework. The two girls who were now her "friends" smiled mischievously and high- fived each other behind Hermione's back.
Again the scenery changed. Hermione was now ten. It was her last day of fifth grade. She was telling her two friends that she would not be attending the same school as them next year.
"What?!" They both exclaimed.
"How are we ever going to pass?!" One said to the other. Hermione looked at them both confused.
"What...?" Hermione asked. The two girls faced her with sneers on their faces.
"Oh, little miss know-it-all hasn't figured it out yet?" One girl said in a snotty tone. "Look, we couldn't care less if you moved, we were just using you to get good grades!" she said quite bluntly. Hermione backed away from them tears welling up in her eyes and jumped in her father's car as it pulled up just in time.
Hermione had felt almost sad about having to leave her familiar school and friends behind. Now that she found out that she hadn't had any friends to begin with, she couldn't be happier about the move.
The scenery changed once more. Hermione was still ten and she was standing at the front door of her Father's parent's house. Her grandparents came to the door and invited them all inside. Once inside Hermione's parents told her grandparents all about her letter from Hogwarts and how she was a witch.
They took the news badly to say the least.
"You're just going to let her go off to some school to study witchcraft?!" They yelled at Hermione's parents. "If you let her go, I'm going to disown you and her both!" Her grandfather yelled at her father as he pointed at Hermione. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes. She had always gotten along with her grandparents before.
"We all talked about this dad and we have decided that she is going." Her father said.
"Then get out of my house now!" Hermione's grandfather roared.
"Dad, let's talk about this…" Her father said, but her grandfather just marched over to a closet and pulled pistol out pointing it at Hermione. Hermione and her parent's eyes wide with shock and they quickly left the house to have the door slammed behind them.
Her mind continued to race from memory to memory. Racing to all the events at Hogwarts that stood out in her mind, she remembered many things that she had forced into the back of her mind so that she didn't have to think of them. Some things she didn't even know she remembered. Then she remembered what happened just a few days ago, about what Ron had said.
Thoughts of "they never liked me… they were just using me… I've never had any real friends… how could I have been so stupid?" flashed through her mind, and finally, after hours of fighting, after hours of pain, she gave up. She stopped fighting the curse let her mind relax. 'What was the point?' She thought. She had nothing left to live for. Her parents were most likely dead, her Grandfather on her Mum's side died shortly after she was born and her Grandmother died when she was only four, Her Grandparents on her father's side disowned her, she had no uncles, aunts, or cousins and now she had no friends. Unfortunately for her, she had totally missed Ron's previous speech, but to her advantage, Ron is a very stubborn fella and was not about to give up on her yet.
Just as she was about to give in completely to the curse she heard Ron's voice and inwardly pleaded for something to fight for.
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A/N: Thanks for the review and the advice Matea! I know I went a little fast last chapter, I will try and slow it down and later go back and maybe break it into two and add more detail! Constructive Criticism is welcome all! R/R!
The hospital room was deathly silent. Ron looked helplessly at Hermione as he tried to get his voice to come out.
"Hermione…" Ron began. "I'm so sorry Hermione… I'm sorry I got mad at you… I'm sorry I yelled at you… I'm sorry I didn't apologize sooner… The truth is Hermione… You mean a whole lot to me and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you… I'm sorry I always fight with you and that I didn't tell you that sooner…" A few tears began to stream down his cheeks. "At least when you were petrified, we knew there was a cure… and that you'd be okay in time…" Ron then burst into tears and put his hands over his face, not even trying to stop there flow.
After about ten minutes Ron gained semi control again and the hospital door creaked open. It was Harry.
"You okay Ron?" Harry asked as he pulled a chair up next to him. Ron looked up at him, eyes red with tears.
"Not any more than you are." Ron said seeing Harry's tear stained cheeks. Harry allowed himself to chuckle lightly a second.
"What a bunch of crybabies we've turned out to be…" Harry said as Ron also let out a small laugh accompanied by a tear. "I'm sure she'll be okay Ron… Hermione's a lot stronger than she seems and she never gives up." Harry said as he looked over to Hermione.
At that moment the door again let out a creak as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley entered the room.
"Boys, we should be leaving now…" Mr. Weasley said.
"I'm not leaving." Ron said firmly as he looked up at his father. Mr. Weasley was about to say something when Ron started speaking again. "What if she wakes up and no ones here? She'll be terrified! She needs something familiar here for her… I've already made her feel like she wasn't wanted, I have to make sure that she never has to feel that way again…"
Mr. Weasley looked at him a bit confused, but he could tell that his son was very determined. Harry gave Ron a knowing look and then looked at Mr. Weasley.
"I'm staying too." Harry said and Mr. Weasley gave them both an exasperated look.
"I will talk to the doctors and clear it for you two." Mr. Weasley sighed. "I wish I could stay with you, but I have work first thing in the morning and your mother needs her rest no matter how much she wants to stay with you." Mr. Weasley said looking at Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll be by first thing in the morning with something for you to eat." Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes were wet with tears as well. "You two stay out of the way and don't cause any trouble, be good and stay quiet." Mrs. Weasley said. "Oh Arthur, are you sure they'll be okay here by themselves?"
Mr. Weasley nodded. "This place has very high security, they'll be just fine, see you tomorrow." Mr. Weasley said as they left the room. Minute's later Dr. Branch entered the room with an armful of blankets and pillows.
"Here you are." He said handing Ron and Harry each a blanket and a pillow. "Now you two must remain quiet and don't touch any of the equipment. A nurse will be in and out of here throughout the night so don't be alarmed." Dr. Branch said as he walked out of the room.
Ron and Harry remained seated next to Hermione, unable to get any decent sleep. If ever they did fall asleep it was filled with haunting dreams, but quite unbeknownst to them, Hermione was in a dreamland of her own.
A three-year-old Hermione Granger was sitting in a chair at her grandmother's house. She was reading an ABC book as her grandmother walked in.
"You've been looking at those books for an hour, let's take a break huh?" Hermione's grandmother said as she picked up the small girl.
"Do you want some candy?" her grandmother asked kindly as she smiled at her only grandchild.
"Mum and Dad said I'm not allowed to eat any." Hermione said, she spoke very well for someone her age.
"Well, I won't tell them if you don't." Her grandmother said while tucking a strand of hair that had escaped the girl's bushy ponytail, behind her ear. Hermione had quite a bit of hair for someone her age as well.
"That would be breaking the rules." Hermione said with such a serious look on her face that it made her grandmother laugh.
"Of course not dear. It's a rule that grandmother's have to spoil their grandchildren and give them things their parents won't let them have." Hermione's grandmother retaliated. Hermione seemed to be thinking hard and finally gave in.
When her parents finally arrived at the house Hermione's grandmother was rocking the sleeping Hermione in a rocking chair in the living room. Hermione had chocolate all over her face. It was quite an adorable sight indeed.
"Mother…" Mrs. Granger said, "You know that we do not allow Hermione to eat sweets."
"She is only a child! You shouldn't be so strict with her!" Her grandmother replied causing Hermione to stir and wake up with a yawn.
"Hey Mum! Hey Dad!" Hermione said with a grin, her front teeth were not as large when she was a child. They both gave her a disapproving look and her bottom lip quavered as tears began to stream down her face.
"Shhhhh!" Her grandmother said as she hugged the child close. "You didn't do anything wrong!" eventually Hermione's tears subsided and her grandmother took her to the bathroom to clean her up.
The scenery changed and Hermione was now five. It was her first day of school and she was excited at the prospect of learning, but terribly frightened of all the other children present. They all seemed to be getting along fine and having lots of fun. To afraid to approach anyone she sat down at a table and opened a book.
At lunchtime a girl approached her, "Want some chocolate?" the girl asked holding out a small piece.
"I'm not allowed." Hermione replied looking at the girl.
"Not allowed? You've never eaten chocolate before?" The girl asked. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.
"I have… my grandmother used to give it to me…" Hermione answered looking down at the sugar-free lunch her mother had packed for her. The girl looked at Hermione weirdly for a second before turning back to her own lunch.
The scenery changed again. Hermione was now eight years old. It was recess and she was sitting on a swing reading a book when two children her age walked up to her.
"Hey Hermione, want to play kick ball with us?" One of the two children asked, Hermione looked up at them surprised.
"No, I'm not very good." Hermione said looking back down at her book.
"We'll help you!" the other of the two said. Eventually Hermione gave in and went to play with them. By the end of recess she felt as though she had truly made some friends.
"Oh, Hermione, I accidentally forgot to do that homework for math… you think I could borrow yours?" One of her friends asked her. She thought for a second. They weren't supposed to share homework, it was against the rules, but what were friends for if not to share?
"Of course." Hermione said before heading to her bag to get her homework. The two girls who were now her "friends" smiled mischievously and high- fived each other behind Hermione's back.
Again the scenery changed. Hermione was now ten. It was her last day of fifth grade. She was telling her two friends that she would not be attending the same school as them next year.
"What?!" They both exclaimed.
"How are we ever going to pass?!" One said to the other. Hermione looked at them both confused.
"What...?" Hermione asked. The two girls faced her with sneers on their faces.
"Oh, little miss know-it-all hasn't figured it out yet?" One girl said in a snotty tone. "Look, we couldn't care less if you moved, we were just using you to get good grades!" she said quite bluntly. Hermione backed away from them tears welling up in her eyes and jumped in her father's car as it pulled up just in time.
Hermione had felt almost sad about having to leave her familiar school and friends behind. Now that she found out that she hadn't had any friends to begin with, she couldn't be happier about the move.
The scenery changed once more. Hermione was still ten and she was standing at the front door of her Father's parent's house. Her grandparents came to the door and invited them all inside. Once inside Hermione's parents told her grandparents all about her letter from Hogwarts and how she was a witch.
They took the news badly to say the least.
"You're just going to let her go off to some school to study witchcraft?!" They yelled at Hermione's parents. "If you let her go, I'm going to disown you and her both!" Her grandfather yelled at her father as he pointed at Hermione. Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes. She had always gotten along with her grandparents before.
"We all talked about this dad and we have decided that she is going." Her father said.
"Then get out of my house now!" Hermione's grandfather roared.
"Dad, let's talk about this…" Her father said, but her grandfather just marched over to a closet and pulled pistol out pointing it at Hermione. Hermione and her parent's eyes wide with shock and they quickly left the house to have the door slammed behind them.
Her mind continued to race from memory to memory. Racing to all the events at Hogwarts that stood out in her mind, she remembered many things that she had forced into the back of her mind so that she didn't have to think of them. Some things she didn't even know she remembered. Then she remembered what happened just a few days ago, about what Ron had said.
Thoughts of "they never liked me… they were just using me… I've never had any real friends… how could I have been so stupid?" flashed through her mind, and finally, after hours of fighting, after hours of pain, she gave up. She stopped fighting the curse let her mind relax. 'What was the point?' She thought. She had nothing left to live for. Her parents were most likely dead, her Grandfather on her Mum's side died shortly after she was born and her Grandmother died when she was only four, Her Grandparents on her father's side disowned her, she had no uncles, aunts, or cousins and now she had no friends. Unfortunately for her, she had totally missed Ron's previous speech, but to her advantage, Ron is a very stubborn fella and was not about to give up on her yet.
Just as she was about to give in completely to the curse she heard Ron's voice and inwardly pleaded for something to fight for.
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