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At the same time McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore. "I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, Albus, but I've just received an owl from my sister, she is very ill. I have to go to her, but that means you will find a substitute for me and my duties.", She was obviously stressed, her hair, usually worn in a tight bun, was hanging loose.
Dumbledore, still wearing a long blue night-shirt with stars on it smiled comforting to her. "Just relax Minerva, I will teach transfiguration myself, and I think Lupin can see to your duties as head of Gryffindor. Will you be gone for long?"
"I don't know, " she said, "I'll send you an owl when I know. I'll be leaving first thing in the morning." Dumbledore nodded, "Say hello to your sister from me." "I will", she said, and left.
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For two weeks everything seemed to be normal. Hermione spend most of her time reading, alone in the library, but that was nothing unusual about that.
The potions master snapped and sneered to everyone, there was nothing unusual about that either.
But during the third week Hermione started to change. She was restless, she tried to read, but had obviously trouble concentrating. She snapped at everyone trying to be friendly and have a conversation with her, and went off walking long hours alone in the grounds.
At the end of the week she started to calm a bit, and if anyone had bothered to take a closer look, they would have discovered a trace of resignation on her face. Again she started to spend hours in the library; reading to her eyes went sore. She was trying to force her mind away from what her thoughts always stopped on.
"It can't be true!" She said to herself. "I'm just a little late!", she stated to herself, ignoring the fact that she never was late, and that her breast were swollen, and that it seemed as her bladder had shrunk, causing her to use the bathroom all the time..
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Hermione was dreaming. She was out in a small boat, on great surfs, waving up and down, making her seasick. She woke up just in time to run into the bathroom before she threw up. Leaning her for head to the cold porcelain she sighed heavily. "Not just late, definitely not just late."
"Now what?" she asked herself. Should she run and tell him? "Oh Professor, I know we agreed on not bothering each other, but there have been a small change of plans." No, she could bare herself to do that.
Not yet. Maybe never.
Maybe she could find something in the restricted area of the library, how to get rid of it?
Would she be able to go through with that? She didn't know. She had to find out if there was a possibility first. She looked at her watch; she would have to speed up to get to breakfast at time. Breakfast, she felt her stomach twist at the very thought. "Well, if nobody are to know, you have to pretend everything is normal" She told herself.
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Lupin was watching the headgirl of Gryffindor, pretending to eat her breakfast, but her eggs and sausages was untouched on her plate. She was very pale, and to his knowledge she had been actin like this for more than a week now. There was obviously something wrong, he would have to talk to her after their lesson afterwards.
After their lesson in DADA, he called her back: "Miss Granger, may I have a word with You?" She nodded and stepped aside to let her classmate pass her.
"Are you ill or something?" her teacher asked her. She didn't meet his gaze, and answered shortly, "No!"
"Are you sure?" Lupin asked, looking at her, trying to make her look into his eyes. "I've noticed that you've been skipping breakfast more than a week, and you are very pale."
"I'm okay" she said quickly, "I'm just dieting, may I go?"
The werewolf sighed, "Yes Miss Granger, you may go, just remember, with McGonagall to see her sister, I'm the head of your house, you may come and see me any time, OK?"
"OK!" she muttered, and fled.
Lupin looked after her with a thoughtful expression on his face. There was something wrong, he could tell, but he didn't know what. Of course he could ask Dumbledore for help, but given the responsibility as head of Gryffindor, he wanted to at least try to solve this on his own.
"Snape!" he thought. Not that they were best friends, but Snape had been head of Slytherin for ages, maybe he knew how to get teenage girls to tell their secret problems.
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At the same time McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore. "I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, Albus, but I've just received an owl from my sister, she is very ill. I have to go to her, but that means you will find a substitute for me and my duties.", She was obviously stressed, her hair, usually worn in a tight bun, was hanging loose.
Dumbledore, still wearing a long blue night-shirt with stars on it smiled comforting to her. "Just relax Minerva, I will teach transfiguration myself, and I think Lupin can see to your duties as head of Gryffindor. Will you be gone for long?"
"I don't know, " she said, "I'll send you an owl when I know. I'll be leaving first thing in the morning." Dumbledore nodded, "Say hello to your sister from me." "I will", she said, and left.
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For two weeks everything seemed to be normal. Hermione spend most of her time reading, alone in the library, but that was nothing unusual about that.
The potions master snapped and sneered to everyone, there was nothing unusual about that either.
But during the third week Hermione started to change. She was restless, she tried to read, but had obviously trouble concentrating. She snapped at everyone trying to be friendly and have a conversation with her, and went off walking long hours alone in the grounds.
At the end of the week she started to calm a bit, and if anyone had bothered to take a closer look, they would have discovered a trace of resignation on her face. Again she started to spend hours in the library; reading to her eyes went sore. She was trying to force her mind away from what her thoughts always stopped on.
"It can't be true!" She said to herself. "I'm just a little late!", she stated to herself, ignoring the fact that she never was late, and that her breast were swollen, and that it seemed as her bladder had shrunk, causing her to use the bathroom all the time..
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Hermione was dreaming. She was out in a small boat, on great surfs, waving up and down, making her seasick. She woke up just in time to run into the bathroom before she threw up. Leaning her for head to the cold porcelain she sighed heavily. "Not just late, definitely not just late."
"Now what?" she asked herself. Should she run and tell him? "Oh Professor, I know we agreed on not bothering each other, but there have been a small change of plans." No, she could bare herself to do that.
Not yet. Maybe never.
Maybe she could find something in the restricted area of the library, how to get rid of it?
Would she be able to go through with that? She didn't know. She had to find out if there was a possibility first. She looked at her watch; she would have to speed up to get to breakfast at time. Breakfast, she felt her stomach twist at the very thought. "Well, if nobody are to know, you have to pretend everything is normal" She told herself.
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Lupin was watching the headgirl of Gryffindor, pretending to eat her breakfast, but her eggs and sausages was untouched on her plate. She was very pale, and to his knowledge she had been actin like this for more than a week now. There was obviously something wrong, he would have to talk to her after their lesson afterwards.
After their lesson in DADA, he called her back: "Miss Granger, may I have a word with You?" She nodded and stepped aside to let her classmate pass her.
"Are you ill or something?" her teacher asked her. She didn't meet his gaze, and answered shortly, "No!"
"Are you sure?" Lupin asked, looking at her, trying to make her look into his eyes. "I've noticed that you've been skipping breakfast more than a week, and you are very pale."
"I'm okay" she said quickly, "I'm just dieting, may I go?"
The werewolf sighed, "Yes Miss Granger, you may go, just remember, with McGonagall to see her sister, I'm the head of your house, you may come and see me any time, OK?"
"OK!" she muttered, and fled.
Lupin looked after her with a thoughtful expression on his face. There was something wrong, he could tell, but he didn't know what. Of course he could ask Dumbledore for help, but given the responsibility as head of Gryffindor, he wanted to at least try to solve this on his own.
"Snape!" he thought. Not that they were best friends, but Snape had been head of Slytherin for ages, maybe he knew how to get teenage girls to tell their secret problems.