Chapter Nine
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Hermione leaned back into the wide tub. It was too deep to lie on the bottom, so she was suspended in the water, at just the right depth, by some form of floatation devices. Her potion was beginning to work, but before she had totally succumbed the news had a chance to sink in to her mind. Her mother was gone. She would never see her again. Never hear her again. 'Dad. Oh there's going to be a funeral!' She thought before letting go of all thoughts.
After relaxing she was propelled out of the tub with a burst of joy. Optimism was still flowing through her when she left the room. She quickly sobered up, realizing her situation and having to restrain herself from breaking down. A difficult task it was, but she managed, still slightly under the affects of the potion-bath.
She found Professor McGonagall in her sitting room, holding fresh clothes for Hermione.
"We have arranged for you to go home now. Mi-Hermione, I apologize for the way I told you. It's just that-you understand don't you? Sometimes it's easiest just to say it. I'm sorry."
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Harry paced Hermione's sitting room, not knowing if he should go look for her, or stay there. He had obviously chosen correctly when Hermione came into her rooms. Harry immediately rushed forwards to hug her.
"Oh 'Mione I'm so sorry. Really, is there anything I can do for you? I'll do anything you want." Harry said, his face showing clearly how much her pain was hurting him. Hermione couldn't forget the past few months, but to see him like that, she realized her really did care about her. She had nobody else.
"Harry. This is a big thing, but please, come with me. I can't see my father alone." Hermione looked at Harry, expecting him to say no.
"Of course Hermione. Really, they couldn't stop me." Harry gave a weak grin at this, knowing that to miss school for someone else's loss wasn't common, though he would make them accept this.
"Thanks Harry. I need to pack, but stay with me okay? After I'll go with you to talk to.Dumbledore and McGonagall."
"Of course, Hermione, of course," Harry said, and rubbed her back between her shoulder blade before letting her go. "I love you Hermione, and I promise, I'll be with you through this."
"Thank you. Thank you."
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It meant so much to Hermione to have Harry with her. She really did still love him, after all of this. She was so happy he was finally paying attention to her, and he loved her. She knew he loved her, she could tell. He was the only one who loved her; the only one she had left. She looked over at him, and saw him looking back at her. They smiled at each other, weakly.
"It'll get better 'Mione. You know it will." Harry said, ending his sentence as a half question.
"I know. Sooner or later it will." *
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A.N. Hi. So this is another indecently short update, but there's just something about length and I. Maybe it' my craving for outside gratification. I need your reviews!! Thank you so much for reviewing, come on, keep reviewing, I live for them.
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Hermione leaned back into the wide tub. It was too deep to lie on the bottom, so she was suspended in the water, at just the right depth, by some form of floatation devices. Her potion was beginning to work, but before she had totally succumbed the news had a chance to sink in to her mind. Her mother was gone. She would never see her again. Never hear her again. 'Dad. Oh there's going to be a funeral!' She thought before letting go of all thoughts.
After relaxing she was propelled out of the tub with a burst of joy. Optimism was still flowing through her when she left the room. She quickly sobered up, realizing her situation and having to restrain herself from breaking down. A difficult task it was, but she managed, still slightly under the affects of the potion-bath.
She found Professor McGonagall in her sitting room, holding fresh clothes for Hermione.
"We have arranged for you to go home now. Mi-Hermione, I apologize for the way I told you. It's just that-you understand don't you? Sometimes it's easiest just to say it. I'm sorry."
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Harry paced Hermione's sitting room, not knowing if he should go look for her, or stay there. He had obviously chosen correctly when Hermione came into her rooms. Harry immediately rushed forwards to hug her.
"Oh 'Mione I'm so sorry. Really, is there anything I can do for you? I'll do anything you want." Harry said, his face showing clearly how much her pain was hurting him. Hermione couldn't forget the past few months, but to see him like that, she realized her really did care about her. She had nobody else.
"Harry. This is a big thing, but please, come with me. I can't see my father alone." Hermione looked at Harry, expecting him to say no.
"Of course Hermione. Really, they couldn't stop me." Harry gave a weak grin at this, knowing that to miss school for someone else's loss wasn't common, though he would make them accept this.
"Thanks Harry. I need to pack, but stay with me okay? After I'll go with you to talk to.Dumbledore and McGonagall."
"Of course, Hermione, of course," Harry said, and rubbed her back between her shoulder blade before letting her go. "I love you Hermione, and I promise, I'll be with you through this."
"Thank you. Thank you."
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It meant so much to Hermione to have Harry with her. She really did still love him, after all of this. She was so happy he was finally paying attention to her, and he loved her. She knew he loved her, she could tell. He was the only one who loved her; the only one she had left. She looked over at him, and saw him looking back at her. They smiled at each other, weakly.
"It'll get better 'Mione. You know it will." Harry said, ending his sentence as a half question.
"I know. Sooner or later it will." *
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A.N. Hi. So this is another indecently short update, but there's just something about length and I. Maybe it' my craving for outside gratification. I need your reviews!! Thank you so much for reviewing, come on, keep reviewing, I live for them.