Chapter 12

A Solution

          Hermione was in shock.  How could the Healers even think about performing an illegal curse on Harry to make him feel better!  It was insane!  Unimaginable!

          "Sorry everyone, but you must leave the room now, you can see Mr. Harry when we're done with him." Said one tall and very thin Healer.

          "Ron, do you think we can leave Mungo's, I don't want to see them do the curse.  Can we go?"  Asked Hermione, her eyes where watery. 

          "Sure.  Mum, Hermione and I are leaving, we'll go to the park or something."

          So Hermione and Ron left Mungo's and walked to the nearby park.  They sat down on the bench in front of the pond.  Hermione's eyes were red. 

          "Mione, are you ok?" Asked Ron.  Concern was in his eyes.

          "I don't know.  I'm just really worried about Harry.  I was in Siberia, having an almost good time while he was in the hospital in a horrible state and you got to visit him.  I didn't.  Before I found out about Victor's girlfriend, I was so happy and I didn't even really think of Harry.  And now I think, that if he doesn't get better, I will hate myself for the rest of my life for being inconsiderate."

          "Mione, you were in Siberia to find the man that you believed you loved.  If I loved someone that was far away, I would go find them too.  It's not your fault and Harry will make it out alive.  He's beaten a lot and he'll beat this."

          For a while, there was a pause and the two good friends just stared out at the pond.  They watched the ducks eat the bread that was being thrown to them.  They watched the people walk by. 

          "Hermione, I think it may be a good time to see how Harry is doing."

          "Ok."

          Ron and Hermione walked back to Mungo's and he found Ginny waiting at the door for them.

          "Ginny, what are you doing here?"

          "Mummy told me to wait here until you too come back.  She says we can see Harry now."

          So now there were three and the three of them walked up the staircases to Harry's room.  Hermione was almost afraid to see him, but when she did he didn't have his yellow eyes and wasn't shaking, although his face was pale and he was heavily breathing. 

          "Did it work?" Hermione asked Mrs. Weasly. 

          "Yes.  But he has to stay in Mungo's for a little longer.  They're moving him into the recovery room."

          "Oh!  That's good!  That's really good!  But now, how are they going to cure the others."

          "Well," said Mr. Weasly, "They figured that each person has a bad moment in there life, or bad memory.  If they can get that person in their state of mind thinking about that moment, they can do something about it.  Harry's worst memory in his life was losing his parents, but since he is so similar to his dad, he would think he would feel the curse, so, while he thought he felt the curse, the Healers would perform the curse.  Now they are working on Cho, because she's in the next stage of the virus, reliving it.  Her worst memory is losing Cedric.  So, they are also performing the Avada Kedevra curse on her, because Cedric died that way."

          "But what about the others?" Asked Hermione, "You know, Dean Thomas, Parvati Patil, and Pansy Parkinson?"

          "They aren't in the next stage yet."

          "Oh.  Well, how will the Healers ask the parents and friends and look into their history."

          "Ok children," said Mrs. Weasly, "let's go, Harry needs his rest and so do you dears.  Hermione, you're welcome to stop by any time."

          "Thank you Mrs. Weasly." 

          The Weasly's and Hermione left Mungo's.  Hermione went home immediately to unpack and spend time with her parents and Ron went to cleaning his messy room.

          "So how is Harry?"  Asked Hermione's mother.

          "He's better.  They cured him, he just needs to recover and get some rest.  Now they are working on the others."

          "You got an owl.  It's on the coffee table."  Said his father, who was reading the paper (he didn't even bother looking up). 

          Hermione walked over and took her letter and read.  It was from Victor.

          It read,

          Hermione, I'm sorry if I hurt you but I would still like to be your friend.  I wouldn't mind making time to write and I hope you can write back too.

                    Victor.

          Hermione took out parchment and a quill and quickly responded,

                    Victor,

                             I'm sorry but I don't think I will be able to write back and I don't think it would be a good idea to be in touch.  Sorry.

                             Hermione.

Sorry, don't think I'll be able to post chapter 13 for awhile 'cause I have computer privileges taken away from me for the summer.  Sucks doesn't it?