Chapter 2: Hermione's Hair and a very bad disease!
Harry woke to the sound of several doctors standing next to his bed. They were talking about his condition, and he picked up words like deadly, and, disease. Harry didn't like the sound of that, another thing to add to Sirius, harry thought. Harry didn't particularly care for his condition at the moment though. What he really cared about was that he and Ron both got a hold of victor and beat the shit out of him!
Just then though, harry realized that something was grazing his side. It was Hermione. She had fallen asleep, half in the chair and half on Harry's bed. Harry started to run his fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky strands of heaven running through his fingertips. This had to be the happiest he'd been since the death of his father.
The doctors then turned around, but harry put a finger to his lips to silence them before they shrieked in surprise.
"She's asleep! Keep it down!" Harry whispered, still running his fingers through his best friend's hair. It was just then though, that harry realized that these were wizard doctors. He was in saint mungos! But the most important question was how had he and Hermione got here?
"Don't worry Mr. Potter, well keep it down" They said in an undertone, looking at him running his fingers through Hermione's hair and smiling knowingly. Harry however, didn't catch it, he was too pre occupied with Hermione's hair. "Perhaps will simply leave," they said, closing the door behind them. Harry however, didn't notice, for the second time that day.
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Hermione had a vague recollection of what had happened earlier in the muggle hospital. They were gathered around Harry and were talking in hushed voices. She caught words like incurable, deadly, and disease. These certainly wouldn't help Harry's depression! After that, she believed they had pulled out a portkey, but she wasn't sure. They had put a drowsiness charm on her. She still managed to find harry through saint Mungos to sit by him though. How she did it, she didn't know, but what matters is that she was next to him.
Just then though, she fell asleep for the second time. Half on her chair, and half on Harry's bed. She later woke to Harry's whispering. She heard words like, quiet, and she's asleep.
'That's so sweet' She thought. But just then, she remembered about the disease, and Harry's depression. Hermione was running out of ideas here, she didn't know what else to do! But she soon started to relax, because Harry had started running his fingers through her hair. This little trick had helped her sleep ever since she a little kid.
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Both Harry and Hermione woke at the same time later that day, for one of the patients in the containment wards had started screaming like she was being tortured by the cruciartus curse.
"Good morning" Harry said blankly. That scream had reminded him horribly of Sirius. Harry was about to crack, he had to talk to someone, but who's left to talk to when the one you lost is the one you talk to?
"Or should you say, Good Night" She said, pointing to the window. It was pitch black. She felt the tension and she wanted to talk to Harry, whether he liked it or not. "Harry, will you please talk to me?" she said tentatively.
"On what?" Harry asked, fearing the word he knew would come next out of Hermione's mouth.
"Sirius" She said, hoping that he would explode. Harry thought about it for a bit. Perhaps, if she talked about victor, it could be even, and not just himself ranting away.
"If. you talk about. Victor" Harry replied. Neither of them wanted to talk, but they needed to. "Let's get Ron here as well," Harry added.
"Good idea" She said, muttering a spell and suddenly, Ron's head appeared. "Hey Ron, you need to join us here, were going to talk about Sirius.
Ron looked over at Harry, he didn't look very happy, and he looked on the verge of tears! Ron couldn't bring himself to stay and watch him, because he had never been real good at talking to Harry about Sirius. How Hermione had done it was a mystery to him though.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse, because I've never been very good at this" He replied. " I don't believe you'd want me to be around if your going to cry eh harry?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Its ok" Harry replied, a bit disappointed, and then, Ron's head disappeared.
"Well. Who goes first?" Hermione asked, prepared for anything.
A/N: Well I hope you liked that! No reviews! I'm not THAT bad am I?
Harry woke to the sound of several doctors standing next to his bed. They were talking about his condition, and he picked up words like deadly, and, disease. Harry didn't like the sound of that, another thing to add to Sirius, harry thought. Harry didn't particularly care for his condition at the moment though. What he really cared about was that he and Ron both got a hold of victor and beat the shit out of him!
Just then though, harry realized that something was grazing his side. It was Hermione. She had fallen asleep, half in the chair and half on Harry's bed. Harry started to run his fingers through her hair, enjoying the silky strands of heaven running through his fingertips. This had to be the happiest he'd been since the death of his father.
The doctors then turned around, but harry put a finger to his lips to silence them before they shrieked in surprise.
"She's asleep! Keep it down!" Harry whispered, still running his fingers through his best friend's hair. It was just then though, that harry realized that these were wizard doctors. He was in saint mungos! But the most important question was how had he and Hermione got here?
"Don't worry Mr. Potter, well keep it down" They said in an undertone, looking at him running his fingers through Hermione's hair and smiling knowingly. Harry however, didn't catch it, he was too pre occupied with Hermione's hair. "Perhaps will simply leave," they said, closing the door behind them. Harry however, didn't notice, for the second time that day.
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Hermione had a vague recollection of what had happened earlier in the muggle hospital. They were gathered around Harry and were talking in hushed voices. She caught words like incurable, deadly, and disease. These certainly wouldn't help Harry's depression! After that, she believed they had pulled out a portkey, but she wasn't sure. They had put a drowsiness charm on her. She still managed to find harry through saint Mungos to sit by him though. How she did it, she didn't know, but what matters is that she was next to him.
Just then though, she fell asleep for the second time. Half on her chair, and half on Harry's bed. She later woke to Harry's whispering. She heard words like, quiet, and she's asleep.
'That's so sweet' She thought. But just then, she remembered about the disease, and Harry's depression. Hermione was running out of ideas here, she didn't know what else to do! But she soon started to relax, because Harry had started running his fingers through her hair. This little trick had helped her sleep ever since she a little kid.
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Both Harry and Hermione woke at the same time later that day, for one of the patients in the containment wards had started screaming like she was being tortured by the cruciartus curse.
"Good morning" Harry said blankly. That scream had reminded him horribly of Sirius. Harry was about to crack, he had to talk to someone, but who's left to talk to when the one you lost is the one you talk to?
"Or should you say, Good Night" She said, pointing to the window. It was pitch black. She felt the tension and she wanted to talk to Harry, whether he liked it or not. "Harry, will you please talk to me?" she said tentatively.
"On what?" Harry asked, fearing the word he knew would come next out of Hermione's mouth.
"Sirius" She said, hoping that he would explode. Harry thought about it for a bit. Perhaps, if she talked about victor, it could be even, and not just himself ranting away.
"If. you talk about. Victor" Harry replied. Neither of them wanted to talk, but they needed to. "Let's get Ron here as well," Harry added.
"Good idea" She said, muttering a spell and suddenly, Ron's head appeared. "Hey Ron, you need to join us here, were going to talk about Sirius.
Ron looked over at Harry, he didn't look very happy, and he looked on the verge of tears! Ron couldn't bring himself to stay and watch him, because he had never been real good at talking to Harry about Sirius. How Hermione had done it was a mystery to him though.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to refuse, because I've never been very good at this" He replied. " I don't believe you'd want me to be around if your going to cry eh harry?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Its ok" Harry replied, a bit disappointed, and then, Ron's head disappeared.
"Well. Who goes first?" Hermione asked, prepared for anything.
A/N: Well I hope you liked that! No reviews! I'm not THAT bad am I?