Hey, it's been what, 3 weeks since I haven't updated. I'm sorry, just had
no imagination. Still, I wrote three chapters today so Here we go.
Chapter 8: Blood, more blood.
"'Mione, 'Mione, come up, you're aloud out" Harry and Ron shouted in excitement, storming in the hospital wing.
"Indeed you are, darling" said the calm Mrs Pomfrey, ignoring the two boys that disturbed the peace of the room.
"You're sure?" Mrs Pomfrey nooded to Hermione.
"I just want you to be very careful though, don't overstress yourself and come to see me if anything goes wrong."
"Sure"Hermione nooded to Pomfrey, dressing at top speed only not thinking she'd want to come back here on purpose.
"Come on guys" she said, taking their arms in hers, Harry to her right, Ron to her left and she lead them out of the room.
"So, how'd'you feel 'Mione"Ron asked.
"Well, besides the fact that I stayed in the hospital wing for more than a week for no apparent reason and that I can't feel my butt anymore because of it, I think I'm not feeling too bad." She said with mock frustration in her voice.
"You know, 'Mione, you're lucky enough that you haven't missed any of today's courses. Isn't that just great!" Harry said, sarcasm evident in his voice.
"Well, Harry, mind you, but I think that's a good thing since I've missed a whole week of school."
"At least that fainting didn't affect your "studious" personality now, did it?!" He said, teasing her.
"Shut up Harry!" she said, grinning widely.
"We've got DADA first 'Mione." Ron said, matter-of-factly.
"Men, I don't like it. That professor Mallow pisses me off. There's something too weird in him. If he were a girl, I swear he'd be somewhat like that Umbrige woman. I don't have a clue why Dumbledore hired him, really."
"Dumbledore's always had his reasons for everything 'Mione, besides, we get to learn useful stuff and use our wands, better than just reading about it off a book if you ask me!"
"You're probably right Harry. Now let's just Hurry up we're gonna be late."
The three of them entered the classroom about a second before the bell rang and ran to their seats in front of the class, excusing themselves to Professor Mallow. From his desk, he looked at them over his huge glasses that covered half his face (the disco years are over men!), standing on his nose, just as big. Prof. Mallow, Marsh of his first name was a short and chubby guy if not to say, totally overweight. His face was covered with scars that said he had a lot of acne when he was younger, although he didn't look too old, somewhere between 35 and 40 years old. His mid-length dirty blond hair were falling on his face, over his glasses, almost hiding his eyes. They were of a brown color that were insignificant but made you freak out when you could notice that sparkle in them that made him look like he were on the edge of insanity. Just like prof. Snape, he was wearing black robes that were grey with the time, with so much dandruff on his shoulders, you could see it from a mile away.
"Well, thanks to the golden trio to honor us of their mighty presence this morning" prof. Mallow said, sarcasm dripping from his high-pitched voice. "Because of that interruption, Miss Granger, you'll come up here for the demonstration of today's class on the power of blood."
"But."
"Five points from Griffindor, now come up here."
"What powers can there be in that mudblood's dirty veins?" Malfoy's voice echoed, although all the answers he got were some giggles from the slytherins and death glares from the gryffindors.
"Miss Granger, I'll retrieve a complete vial of your blood for the demonstration."
Hermione turned white but somehow, she couldn't object, memories racing through her mind as she remembered all the blood she had already lost since she started the year.
When the professor finished, she returned to her seat before she would faint, again. The class went through the use of blood in different potions to find out things about your enemies and Hermione took notes feverishly just to avoid looking at the professor who wore that look of insanity every time he turned to her.
*****
The rest of the day was easily gone through. Hermione had regained colors at lunch time although she had had to bleed in every course. In transfiguration, someone accidentally transformed his pen in a sharp knife ad god knows how, it touched her finger, some blood falling on the floor. In Care of magical creatures, their animal, some sort of weird water snake had bit her hand, retrieving some drops of blood, again. In charms, someone sent a book flying across the room and it hit Hermione, straight in the face knocking her out, some blood dripping from her now wounded eyebrow. After about a minute, she woke up and her eyebrow stopped bleeding so she considered herself healthy enough to attend the last class of the day: Potions.
*****
When the trio entered the dark dungeons, Hermione was surrounded by a draught of cold air but she ignored it, walking to take her seat with Harry and Ron by her sides.
On the blackboard were written the ingredients and instructions of a potion to help you regain your strength if ever you happened to be badly hurt. Prof. Snape was at his desk watching his students getting to work. Each student had to do his own potion because of its healing purpose. So they all gathered their ingredients and started working, adding a strange mix of ginger root, rose petals, black pine essence and a lot of other things, in order and let it boil for 15 minutes. Snape was walking between the rows, watching his students struggling with that potion. When he arrived at Hermione's desk, her potion had just reached the 15 minutes of boiling time and Snape looked at the girl while she added the final ingredient to her personal healing potion: 3 drops of blood. Snape watched Hermione, amazed at what he saw; the potion flashed of a bright green before turning to its appropriate blood red color and Hermione bottled it before bringing it in front of the class. Being the first one to be finished, Snape dismissed her so she wouldn't help Potter and Weasley to do theirs. He looked at her suspiciously and she stared back for a second before leaving the classroom in a swish of her robes.
*****
That night, at the Malfoy Manor, people seemed calm, as usual, until a face appeared in the chimney.
"Lucius, Lucius, Y'a there?!"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"I have been able to collect some of that whore's blood through the day!"
"Come down, that's the matter?"
"Lucius, we're doomed, the mudblood bitch, she's."
Chapter 8: Blood, more blood.
"'Mione, 'Mione, come up, you're aloud out" Harry and Ron shouted in excitement, storming in the hospital wing.
"Indeed you are, darling" said the calm Mrs Pomfrey, ignoring the two boys that disturbed the peace of the room.
"You're sure?" Mrs Pomfrey nooded to Hermione.
"I just want you to be very careful though, don't overstress yourself and come to see me if anything goes wrong."
"Sure"Hermione nooded to Pomfrey, dressing at top speed only not thinking she'd want to come back here on purpose.
"Come on guys" she said, taking their arms in hers, Harry to her right, Ron to her left and she lead them out of the room.
"So, how'd'you feel 'Mione"Ron asked.
"Well, besides the fact that I stayed in the hospital wing for more than a week for no apparent reason and that I can't feel my butt anymore because of it, I think I'm not feeling too bad." She said with mock frustration in her voice.
"You know, 'Mione, you're lucky enough that you haven't missed any of today's courses. Isn't that just great!" Harry said, sarcasm evident in his voice.
"Well, Harry, mind you, but I think that's a good thing since I've missed a whole week of school."
"At least that fainting didn't affect your "studious" personality now, did it?!" He said, teasing her.
"Shut up Harry!" she said, grinning widely.
"We've got DADA first 'Mione." Ron said, matter-of-factly.
"Men, I don't like it. That professor Mallow pisses me off. There's something too weird in him. If he were a girl, I swear he'd be somewhat like that Umbrige woman. I don't have a clue why Dumbledore hired him, really."
"Dumbledore's always had his reasons for everything 'Mione, besides, we get to learn useful stuff and use our wands, better than just reading about it off a book if you ask me!"
"You're probably right Harry. Now let's just Hurry up we're gonna be late."
The three of them entered the classroom about a second before the bell rang and ran to their seats in front of the class, excusing themselves to Professor Mallow. From his desk, he looked at them over his huge glasses that covered half his face (the disco years are over men!), standing on his nose, just as big. Prof. Mallow, Marsh of his first name was a short and chubby guy if not to say, totally overweight. His face was covered with scars that said he had a lot of acne when he was younger, although he didn't look too old, somewhere between 35 and 40 years old. His mid-length dirty blond hair were falling on his face, over his glasses, almost hiding his eyes. They were of a brown color that were insignificant but made you freak out when you could notice that sparkle in them that made him look like he were on the edge of insanity. Just like prof. Snape, he was wearing black robes that were grey with the time, with so much dandruff on his shoulders, you could see it from a mile away.
"Well, thanks to the golden trio to honor us of their mighty presence this morning" prof. Mallow said, sarcasm dripping from his high-pitched voice. "Because of that interruption, Miss Granger, you'll come up here for the demonstration of today's class on the power of blood."
"But."
"Five points from Griffindor, now come up here."
"What powers can there be in that mudblood's dirty veins?" Malfoy's voice echoed, although all the answers he got were some giggles from the slytherins and death glares from the gryffindors.
"Miss Granger, I'll retrieve a complete vial of your blood for the demonstration."
Hermione turned white but somehow, she couldn't object, memories racing through her mind as she remembered all the blood she had already lost since she started the year.
When the professor finished, she returned to her seat before she would faint, again. The class went through the use of blood in different potions to find out things about your enemies and Hermione took notes feverishly just to avoid looking at the professor who wore that look of insanity every time he turned to her.
*****
The rest of the day was easily gone through. Hermione had regained colors at lunch time although she had had to bleed in every course. In transfiguration, someone accidentally transformed his pen in a sharp knife ad god knows how, it touched her finger, some blood falling on the floor. In Care of magical creatures, their animal, some sort of weird water snake had bit her hand, retrieving some drops of blood, again. In charms, someone sent a book flying across the room and it hit Hermione, straight in the face knocking her out, some blood dripping from her now wounded eyebrow. After about a minute, she woke up and her eyebrow stopped bleeding so she considered herself healthy enough to attend the last class of the day: Potions.
*****
When the trio entered the dark dungeons, Hermione was surrounded by a draught of cold air but she ignored it, walking to take her seat with Harry and Ron by her sides.
On the blackboard were written the ingredients and instructions of a potion to help you regain your strength if ever you happened to be badly hurt. Prof. Snape was at his desk watching his students getting to work. Each student had to do his own potion because of its healing purpose. So they all gathered their ingredients and started working, adding a strange mix of ginger root, rose petals, black pine essence and a lot of other things, in order and let it boil for 15 minutes. Snape was walking between the rows, watching his students struggling with that potion. When he arrived at Hermione's desk, her potion had just reached the 15 minutes of boiling time and Snape looked at the girl while she added the final ingredient to her personal healing potion: 3 drops of blood. Snape watched Hermione, amazed at what he saw; the potion flashed of a bright green before turning to its appropriate blood red color and Hermione bottled it before bringing it in front of the class. Being the first one to be finished, Snape dismissed her so she wouldn't help Potter and Weasley to do theirs. He looked at her suspiciously and she stared back for a second before leaving the classroom in a swish of her robes.
*****
That night, at the Malfoy Manor, people seemed calm, as usual, until a face appeared in the chimney.
"Lucius, Lucius, Y'a there?!"
"Yes, what's the matter?"
"I have been able to collect some of that whore's blood through the day!"
"Come down, that's the matter?"
"Lucius, we're doomed, the mudblood bitch, she's."