Hi guys, I am so sorry it's taken me so long to write this chappie.
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Hermione had a horrible decision to make. No fifteen year old should have to make a decision like the one she has to. It was always in the back of her mind. When the room was quiet and there was no one or nothing to distract her, it would hit her like a punch in the stomach. Sometimes she would just be overwhelmed and would fall into such a state of misery that she would want to die.
Then one day, her decision was made for her. She had to get a drink in the middle of the night, so she got up. She turned on the light. There was blood on her sheets. She jumped up and felt something trickling down her legs. She staggered, in a daze; it felt like she was in a dream. She fell against Madam Pomfrey's bedroom door and crumpled to the floor. She began pounding on the wood. She felt dizzy. Madam Pomfrey flung the door open, clinging to a broom, her hair in curlers. Hermione looked at her with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Madam Pomfrey's eyes darted across the trail of blood and enlarged. She stared at Hermione, for a moment losing her poise. Then she swept the trembling girl into her arms and gave her a heartfelt hug.
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The next three days Hermione did nothing but sit in her hospital bed and stare out the window with a forlorn look on her face. Her hair became oily and limp; she didn't even shower. At night she cried herself to sleep. Harry and Ron visited her every chance they got. They sat there and said nothing. It didn't seem Hermione even noticed they were there. Until one day, she spoke. "The hardest part." She began, her voice hoarse and cracking. She swallowed and moistened her lips. "I feel so bad.." She choked, and her eyes slowly filled with tears. She closed her eyes and the tears streamed down her face. She cleared her throat. "I feel so horrible.. Because I feel kind of..." she, for once, struggled for words, but Harry and Ron sat in attentive silence. ".kind of..." her voice broke and the tears flowed faster, "..relieved." Now the floodgates broke and Hermione began to sob. Harry and Ron exchanged awkward glances before moving forward and hugging their friend.
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"Thankyou for coming on such short notice Mr and Mrs. Granger." Madam Pomfrey whispered as she ushered Hermione's parents into the Hospital Wing. Hermione's back was to the door. "Sweetie?" Hermione's mum said softly. Hermione turned slowly, and blinked when she saw her mum and dad, as if not sure if they were there or not. Then her eyes widened. "Mum? Dad?" her voice broke. She jumped out of bed and hugged her parents. She felt better already. When she looked up, she saw Harry and Ron hovering at the entrance of the Hospital Wing. When she smiled for the first time in days, Harry and Ron beamed, and stepped in, nodding welcomes to Hermione's parents. Hermione surveyed the group around her. These were the people she loved most. The pain would never go completely away. But she knew these people would always be there for her, and would help her through it. At that moment, Hermione felt like she could overcome anything.
THE END.
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Hermione had a horrible decision to make. No fifteen year old should have to make a decision like the one she has to. It was always in the back of her mind. When the room was quiet and there was no one or nothing to distract her, it would hit her like a punch in the stomach. Sometimes she would just be overwhelmed and would fall into such a state of misery that she would want to die.
Then one day, her decision was made for her. She had to get a drink in the middle of the night, so she got up. She turned on the light. There was blood on her sheets. She jumped up and felt something trickling down her legs. She staggered, in a daze; it felt like she was in a dream. She fell against Madam Pomfrey's bedroom door and crumpled to the floor. She began pounding on the wood. She felt dizzy. Madam Pomfrey flung the door open, clinging to a broom, her hair in curlers. Hermione looked at her with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights. Madam Pomfrey's eyes darted across the trail of blood and enlarged. She stared at Hermione, for a moment losing her poise. Then she swept the trembling girl into her arms and gave her a heartfelt hug.
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The next three days Hermione did nothing but sit in her hospital bed and stare out the window with a forlorn look on her face. Her hair became oily and limp; she didn't even shower. At night she cried herself to sleep. Harry and Ron visited her every chance they got. They sat there and said nothing. It didn't seem Hermione even noticed they were there. Until one day, she spoke. "The hardest part." She began, her voice hoarse and cracking. She swallowed and moistened her lips. "I feel so bad.." She choked, and her eyes slowly filled with tears. She closed her eyes and the tears streamed down her face. She cleared her throat. "I feel so horrible.. Because I feel kind of..." she, for once, struggled for words, but Harry and Ron sat in attentive silence. ".kind of..." her voice broke and the tears flowed faster, "..relieved." Now the floodgates broke and Hermione began to sob. Harry and Ron exchanged awkward glances before moving forward and hugging their friend.
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"Thankyou for coming on such short notice Mr and Mrs. Granger." Madam Pomfrey whispered as she ushered Hermione's parents into the Hospital Wing. Hermione's back was to the door. "Sweetie?" Hermione's mum said softly. Hermione turned slowly, and blinked when she saw her mum and dad, as if not sure if they were there or not. Then her eyes widened. "Mum? Dad?" her voice broke. She jumped out of bed and hugged her parents. She felt better already. When she looked up, she saw Harry and Ron hovering at the entrance of the Hospital Wing. When she smiled for the first time in days, Harry and Ron beamed, and stepped in, nodding welcomes to Hermione's parents. Hermione surveyed the group around her. These were the people she loved most. The pain would never go completely away. But she knew these people would always be there for her, and would help her through it. At that moment, Hermione felt like she could overcome anything.
THE END.