Disclaimer: Don't own characters. Just plot.
A/N: Again, first part is a flashback. For a few people that may ask, let me clarify what polymyositis is. It basically is a disease that attacks the muscles and makes you feel quite tired. Sometimes it will stay with you your whole life, I know someone that does, but others it will either burn out when you enter puberty (Eeek!) or just go. As it said in the first flashback, it is treatable so that you can do sport, but not really curable. I can vouch that it is pretty horrible when people find out, and most of my friends abandoned me.
Only true friends can accept you for what you are, not what you try to be, I've learnt that. I just hope that anyone out there that reads this and has something similar or exactly that can understand how sorry I feel for you, because I know it's rotten and you can be in denial for a long time. Although I must admit, when I was found with it, then only about one in four people actually had it in the world, so I doubt that one of the other people that has it will be on FanFiction (but who knows?)
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For the next few months, Hermione told teachers and principals, who in turn seemed tell students, and they all seemed to reject her. It was a hard life, brainy but with no friends.
She never did sport. The young girl couldn't wait to be at Hogwarts, in a place where disasters weren't treated as 'suspicious'. She would be with people like her, witches and wizards. She couldn't fly or do sport, sure, but she could find people that accepted her for who she was. She couldn't wait.
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Hermione ran all the way up to the common room, up to her dormitory and collapsed onto her bed. She broke down, crying and yelling. Someone opened the door and closed it softly, Hermione just buried her head in her pillow and cried.
"'Mione?" Lavender asked softly. She rubbed Hermione's back that was laying and shaking slightly on the bed. Hermione calmed down a little, well, enough to roll over and look at Hermione. Tears had streamed down her face, creating tiny rivers on her face. The tears had carved her face, where the water had run glistened and Lavender's heart and face was filled with worry and love.
"Hermione, what's the problem? You can tell me darling, it's ok! Is it Harry? Or Draco?" Lavender asked as quietly as her first question.
"Ha.Ha.Harry a-a-asked w-why I d-d-didn't d-do s-s-sport."Hermione stammered. Lavender looked at her.
"So you're crying because he asked you why you didn't do sport? What in Almighty is so bad about that?" she asked. Hermione calmed down before she spoke next.
"Everyone asks, and I don't want anyone knowing the real reason," Hermione replied.
"There's a real reason why you don't do sport? Other than just liking work more?" Lavender asked shocked. Hermione nodded.
"What is it? It can't be.that bad can it? You aren't terminally ill, are you? Like cancer or something, right?" Lavender said scared.
"I'm not terminally ill, but I am ill," Hermione murmured.
"Uh, Hermione?"
"Uh huh?"
"I think you need to tell Harry that," Lavender uttered. Hermione nodded and stood up stiffly. Her eyes were still red rimmed. She shuffled out the door and Lavender hoped she would be ok.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*Hermione walked down to the common room and didn't see Harry there. She glanced out the window and saw two people by the lake, one with orange hair and the other black. Hermione figured it was Harry so she began to wander down to the lake. While walking she wondered what she would say. How would she tell Harry that she had what she had? It was hard to figure out how he would take it. When she opened the doors she immediately spotted Harry and Ginny. But they had move to a more inconspicuous spot, behind a tree. Hermione walked slowly, questioning why they had moved.
As she walked over, she saw Ginny give Harry a hug, and Hermione felt a pang of jealousy. Harry was her boyfriend, not Ginny's.
When she got over to them, Ginny looked up.
"Oh, hi 'Mione."she mumbled.
"It's not what you think!" Harry swore.
"What was I thinking then?"
"That we were together?" Ginny offered softly. Hermione stared at her. She hadn't been thinking about that at all. She just thought that Harry needed someone to talk to, but it seemed logical.
"Actually, I needed to talk to."Hermione began. Harry looked at Ginny and nodded. She rose and ran off to the castle. Harry pulled Hermione down into his lap.
"What?" he asked lightly.
"Well, it was about earlier. When you asked me why I didn't do sport," Hermione told him.
"Oh, don't worry about that! It doesn't matter!" Harry cried.
"No, it does. After five years, well, eight years, you should know, I figure," Hermione countered. No, she can't be ill. She can't have cancer, she can't die! NO!
"I'm ill, Harry," Hermione broke into his thoughts. No, no, no! Please don't say you're going to die!
Please God, no!
"Please don't say you're going to die, 'Mione. If that's the case, I'd prefer to not know," he said.
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A/N: Am I cruel or what?! Of course, you all know what it is, so it's not like a big shock. Obviously next chapter the truth is out. Hope you enjoyed it. If yes, click review. If no, click two reviews!
A/N: Again, first part is a flashback. For a few people that may ask, let me clarify what polymyositis is. It basically is a disease that attacks the muscles and makes you feel quite tired. Sometimes it will stay with you your whole life, I know someone that does, but others it will either burn out when you enter puberty (Eeek!) or just go. As it said in the first flashback, it is treatable so that you can do sport, but not really curable. I can vouch that it is pretty horrible when people find out, and most of my friends abandoned me.
Only true friends can accept you for what you are, not what you try to be, I've learnt that. I just hope that anyone out there that reads this and has something similar or exactly that can understand how sorry I feel for you, because I know it's rotten and you can be in denial for a long time. Although I must admit, when I was found with it, then only about one in four people actually had it in the world, so I doubt that one of the other people that has it will be on FanFiction (but who knows?)
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For the next few months, Hermione told teachers and principals, who in turn seemed tell students, and they all seemed to reject her. It was a hard life, brainy but with no friends.
She never did sport. The young girl couldn't wait to be at Hogwarts, in a place where disasters weren't treated as 'suspicious'. She would be with people like her, witches and wizards. She couldn't fly or do sport, sure, but she could find people that accepted her for who she was. She couldn't wait.
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Hermione ran all the way up to the common room, up to her dormitory and collapsed onto her bed. She broke down, crying and yelling. Someone opened the door and closed it softly, Hermione just buried her head in her pillow and cried.
"'Mione?" Lavender asked softly. She rubbed Hermione's back that was laying and shaking slightly on the bed. Hermione calmed down a little, well, enough to roll over and look at Hermione. Tears had streamed down her face, creating tiny rivers on her face. The tears had carved her face, where the water had run glistened and Lavender's heart and face was filled with worry and love.
"Hermione, what's the problem? You can tell me darling, it's ok! Is it Harry? Or Draco?" Lavender asked as quietly as her first question.
"Ha.Ha.Harry a-a-asked w-why I d-d-didn't d-do s-s-sport."Hermione stammered. Lavender looked at her.
"So you're crying because he asked you why you didn't do sport? What in Almighty is so bad about that?" she asked. Hermione calmed down before she spoke next.
"Everyone asks, and I don't want anyone knowing the real reason," Hermione replied.
"There's a real reason why you don't do sport? Other than just liking work more?" Lavender asked shocked. Hermione nodded.
"What is it? It can't be.that bad can it? You aren't terminally ill, are you? Like cancer or something, right?" Lavender said scared.
"I'm not terminally ill, but I am ill," Hermione murmured.
"Uh, Hermione?"
"Uh huh?"
"I think you need to tell Harry that," Lavender uttered. Hermione nodded and stood up stiffly. Her eyes were still red rimmed. She shuffled out the door and Lavender hoped she would be ok.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*Hermione walked down to the common room and didn't see Harry there. She glanced out the window and saw two people by the lake, one with orange hair and the other black. Hermione figured it was Harry so she began to wander down to the lake. While walking she wondered what she would say. How would she tell Harry that she had what she had? It was hard to figure out how he would take it. When she opened the doors she immediately spotted Harry and Ginny. But they had move to a more inconspicuous spot, behind a tree. Hermione walked slowly, questioning why they had moved.
As she walked over, she saw Ginny give Harry a hug, and Hermione felt a pang of jealousy. Harry was her boyfriend, not Ginny's.
When she got over to them, Ginny looked up.
"Oh, hi 'Mione."she mumbled.
"It's not what you think!" Harry swore.
"What was I thinking then?"
"That we were together?" Ginny offered softly. Hermione stared at her. She hadn't been thinking about that at all. She just thought that Harry needed someone to talk to, but it seemed logical.
"Actually, I needed to talk to."Hermione began. Harry looked at Ginny and nodded. She rose and ran off to the castle. Harry pulled Hermione down into his lap.
"What?" he asked lightly.
"Well, it was about earlier. When you asked me why I didn't do sport," Hermione told him.
"Oh, don't worry about that! It doesn't matter!" Harry cried.
"No, it does. After five years, well, eight years, you should know, I figure," Hermione countered. No, she can't be ill. She can't have cancer, she can't die! NO!
"I'm ill, Harry," Hermione broke into his thoughts. No, no, no! Please don't say you're going to die!
Please God, no!
"Please don't say you're going to die, 'Mione. If that's the case, I'd prefer to not know," he said.
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A/N: Am I cruel or what?! Of course, you all know what it is, so it's not like a big shock. Obviously next chapter the truth is out. Hope you enjoyed it. If yes, click review. If no, click two reviews!