BTW: ---is someone's thoughts---
"Whatever happened to her, Poppy?" inquired Dumbledore in hushed tones.
"I don't know. Ron Weasley carried her up, said he found her in her shower about to.." Madame Pomfrey suddenly looked awkward. Dumbledore nodded. The both cast a glance over at the sleeping figure that was Hermione in the bed at the opposite end of the hospital wing. "She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was so exhausted," Madame Pomfrey continued.
* * * * * * * * *
Ron walked slowly down the hall. He felt numb all over. He had walked in on one of the worst things you could walk in on. If he had taken another minute to get there.. he shuddered suddenly, but not from the cold. What would have pushed her to even consider such a thing? He wondered.
* * * * * * * * *
Dear Mr and Mrs Granger, Professor Dumbledore wrote, it is with much sorrow that I inform that your daughter Hermione attempted to commit suicide earlier today. My staff and I have not a clue at how this came about, as Hermione has been her usual cheery self lately. Perhaps you have noticed a difference of personality in her letters to you?
I feel it is best if we send Hermione home, so you, her parents, can give her the emotional support she needs. I am so sorry about this situation; it must be very difficult for you to hear such news. Please keep her at your home for as long as you feel necessary.
I am sending an escort with her on the trip home. Please do not be angry with her or insist that she tells you what happened, allow her to tell you in her own time.
Utmost apologies,
Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
With a weary sigh Professor Dumbledore tied his tragic letter to an owl's leg and sent it on its way.
* * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ron sat on either side of the bed where their best friend lay. Neither said a word, both were far away in their own thoughts. At that moment Dumbledore walked in. Both boys looked up, their eyes asking the unspoken question on everybody's hearts. Why?
Sadly Dumbledore shook his head in resignation. With downcast eyes, they turned back to Hermione, who was still slumbering peacefully. After another minute, Dumbledore murmured, "I've decided to send her home,"
* * * * * * * * *
Hermione stared forlornly out of the window as the landscape sped past. Hagrid sat next to her, taking up four seats. He seemed awkward, he had never seen Hermione like this. "Yeh want me ta get ya anything, Hermione?" he said gruffly, but his eyes were filled with concern. Without looking up, Hermione shook her head and sighed. When Hagrid's eyes had left her, the landscape blurred. ---I'm not worth the trouble---
"Whatever happened to her, Poppy?" inquired Dumbledore in hushed tones.
"I don't know. Ron Weasley carried her up, said he found her in her shower about to.." Madame Pomfrey suddenly looked awkward. Dumbledore nodded. The both cast a glance over at the sleeping figure that was Hermione in the bed at the opposite end of the hospital wing. "She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was so exhausted," Madame Pomfrey continued.
* * * * * * * * *
Ron walked slowly down the hall. He felt numb all over. He had walked in on one of the worst things you could walk in on. If he had taken another minute to get there.. he shuddered suddenly, but not from the cold. What would have pushed her to even consider such a thing? He wondered.
* * * * * * * * *
Dear Mr and Mrs Granger, Professor Dumbledore wrote, it is with much sorrow that I inform that your daughter Hermione attempted to commit suicide earlier today. My staff and I have not a clue at how this came about, as Hermione has been her usual cheery self lately. Perhaps you have noticed a difference of personality in her letters to you?
I feel it is best if we send Hermione home, so you, her parents, can give her the emotional support she needs. I am so sorry about this situation; it must be very difficult for you to hear such news. Please keep her at your home for as long as you feel necessary.
I am sending an escort with her on the trip home. Please do not be angry with her or insist that she tells you what happened, allow her to tell you in her own time.
Utmost apologies,
Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
With a weary sigh Professor Dumbledore tied his tragic letter to an owl's leg and sent it on its way.
* * * * * * * * *
Harry and Ron sat on either side of the bed where their best friend lay. Neither said a word, both were far away in their own thoughts. At that moment Dumbledore walked in. Both boys looked up, their eyes asking the unspoken question on everybody's hearts. Why?
Sadly Dumbledore shook his head in resignation. With downcast eyes, they turned back to Hermione, who was still slumbering peacefully. After another minute, Dumbledore murmured, "I've decided to send her home,"
* * * * * * * * *
Hermione stared forlornly out of the window as the landscape sped past. Hagrid sat next to her, taking up four seats. He seemed awkward, he had never seen Hermione like this. "Yeh want me ta get ya anything, Hermione?" he said gruffly, but his eyes were filled with concern. Without looking up, Hermione shook her head and sighed. When Hagrid's eyes had left her, the landscape blurred. ---I'm not worth the trouble---