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know the rest.
A/N: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT A MARY SUE IS!! Some reviewers are comparing my work to Mary Sue and I have no idea what it is. If someone could please explain to me what it is I would be much obliged. I just want to say that I need to know that you guys are still reading so I know that I should write. Reviews also make writing easier and I know if I'm doing well. (But please don't remind me about the Sirius thing) So if you could please tell me that you like it, or even if you don't (just don't be brutal) I would like that as well. Now on to the chappy!!
Ch. 7 Now What?
Kendra sat at Ron's bedside and watched the young redhead breath. All the memories she didn't want to think about were coming right back to her.
*FLASHBACK*
They hurried the body onto the hospital bed. Hermione was holding his hand the entire time.
"What happened?" A groggy Madam Pomfrey walked in.
"Voldemort, Poppy." Dumbledore said quietly.
"Good lord." She looked around at the cut up faces. "Everyone get it a bed." Hermione didn't move. "Miss Granger! You need tending to! Now get in bed!"
"Hermione. . ." Ron said weakly, " . . . Do it for me . . ." Hermione nodded, but reluctantly left for a bed.
"And who are you?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Kendra.
"I . . . well . . . I'm-" Kendra stuttered
"She's under my care Poppy. Just help her." Dumbledore said.
"Well alright." Madam Pomfrey moved from person to person healing them. Once Hermione was healed, she jumped up and ran to Ron's side. He was unconscious, "He might experience some memory loss. But other than that, he'll be fine."
"Memory loss? How bad?" Hermione looked terrified. Kendra knew why. (A/N: Do you know why?)
"Only since he was hit with the curse. Not much has happened since then." Madam Pomfrey said arrogantly.
Oh how little you know Kendra thought as Madam Pomfrey looked her over. "Well you seem fine . . . How did you get away?"
"I . . . They couldn't see me." Kendra explained.
"How-" But she was cut off.
"Can Harry come with me now?" Dumbledore asked.
"Why yes of coarse Headmaster." She said startled. Harry got up to follow him, and to Kendra's surprise, so did she. She wanted to know what they were talking about, but at the same time, she needed to rest. It was all she could do but follow. They reached the staircase and entered. Kendra marveled at his room and all the pictures.
"Harry I- what are you doing here?" Dumbledore looked at Kendra surprised.
"I just couldn't stay away . . ." Kendra said. She would have been laughing but under the circumstances it just wasn't the time.
"Well it doesn't matter. This has to do with you too." He said. He sat behind his desk and gestured for them to sit in the seats in front. They sat. "Harry there's something that I need to tell you." He took a deep breath and continued, "Do you remember when you asked me why Voldemort wanted to kill you?"
"Yes." Harry looked withdrawn, like he didn't know where he was. His face had no color what so ever. He was thinking about Sirius, Kendra could tell.
"Well that's what the prophecy was talking about. Give it to me" Dumbledore reached for the egg shaped orb. Harry gave it to him. Dumbledore opened it.
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROCHES . . . BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE TRHICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES . . . AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT . . . AND EITHER BUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NIETHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES . . . THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES . . ."
Harry's mouth dropped open. Suddenly Kendra didn't want to be there. "Why didn't you tell me!" Harry was on his feet now towering over them.
"Harry it was never the right time-" Dumbledore calmly tried to explain.
"And now's a good time! I'm trying to get over Sirius and you're telling me I'll have to murder or be murdered!! No Dumbledore I can't take that!" Harry yelled.
"Believe me Harry, I would have told you sooner but I-" But Harry cut him off.
"Why? Something this important had to wait till now?" Harry looked near tears. Kendra was so confused. This part in the book was completely filled with rage. But Harry was falling apart. For some reason Kendra had a hard time holding her tears back.
"Harry I had intended to tell you when you first entered this castle, but it was never the right time. I thought that eleven was so young and you had just battled your mortal enemy. Then at twelve you went through a tough year with everyone hating you and still I thought you were too young. Thirteen and I knew you were not young anymore, but you had just known Sirius and I didn't want to end your happiness." He took a deep breath and continued, "Then you were fourteen, and I knew I had to tell you. But after what you had been through, with Voldemort and all that, I couldn't do it to you." Dumbledore looked up at Harry, "Forgive an old man for his mistake . . ."
Kendra looked to see Harry's reaction. It was then that she saw his rage. "How could you do this to me Dumbledore! I trusted you! I thought you had your reasons but this? I can't take it!!"
"Harry, please understand, I wanted to tell you before." Dumbledore was still amazingly calm.
"NO! I DON'T WANT ANYMORE PROBLEMS!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" Harry yelled and moved to turn over a table. Kendra had to drop to the floor to dodge anything on the table. She started to cry. She couldn't help it. Harry was right in a way. He had so many problems.
"Kendra, maybe you could tell us." Dumbledore made Kendra jump and Harry stop suddenly.
"What?" Kendra and Harry said in unison.
"Kendra I know that you're not from this world. Something about being in a book?" Dumbledore asked.
Kendra sighed and began telling them exactly what happened; perhaps too much. She told them all about having to go to summer school and about her friends and the annoying boys. She told them about her mom being late and about falling in. She even told them how she felt about the book, "It takes me away. The characters are so real when you read them. I felt like I knew all of you before I met you. The author is amazing."
"Who is this author? What is her name?" Dumbledore asked.
"Huh? Oh umm J. K. Rowling." Kendra said. (A/N: Interesting huh?)
"Thank you Kendra." Kendra left thinking about all that had happened that very day. She also thought about what Harry and Dumbledore were talking about.
*END FLASHBACK*
Kendra was brought back to the present from the sound of footsteps entering the infirmary. Kendra looked up to see Hermione. She didn't know what she should expect from Hermione. She never liked Kendra. Kendra had always thought that when she met Hermione they would hit it off, but it didn't turn out that way.
"Hey Kendra," Hermione greeted her in almost a whisper.
"Hi. I'll leave. Madam Pomfrey said Ron will wake up soon, and I know you want to be there when he does. There's a lot you two need to talk about."
"Actually I wanted to talk to you." She said.
"Really? What about?" Kendra dreaded the answer. She thought it would be some kind of criticism. Now she knew how Harry and Ron felt.
"I wanted to say . . . that I'm sorry, for everything I said to you." Hermione looked down and Kendra's jaw dropped.
"But you don't need to do that. I mean I made a lot of mistakes and Ron, look what I did to him."
"But at least you tried. At least you didn't give up then and you can't give up now. You can make a difference." Hermione looked her in the eye when she said this. Kendra smiled at her and stood up. They were standing close to each other looking awkward when Hermione just hugged her. Kendra hugged her back and there was suddenly a lump in her throat that she couldn't control. She started to cry on Hermione's shoulder. It was so weird. She didn't even know why she was crying in the first place. But Hermione let her with no questions or interruptions. Kendra drew away and wiped away her tears.
"Thanks." Kendra said.
"Anytime." Hermione replied. Kendra knew she was being serious. (A/N: Does anyone else have a hard time spelling serious now? 'Cause I keep spelling it Sirius.)
They sat in a filled silence when Ron stirred. They looked down at him. "Hermione?"
"How are you feeling?" Hermione said gently.
"I feel fine, but I can't remember what happened . . ." Ron said.
There was sadness in Hermione's eyes, but she smiled at him and said, "I'm glad you're ok." She patted his hand. He blushed as he held it.
"Thanks Hermione," He said and let go.
A/N: Well that's chapter seven. Hope you liked it. I just wanted to make clear that Ron was not dead when Hermione kissed him. He was just near death. And I had to change the rating to PG 'cause of the kiss. I forgot to last time. The next chapter is gonna be a bit fluffy. Please R/R!
A/N: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT A MARY SUE IS!! Some reviewers are comparing my work to Mary Sue and I have no idea what it is. If someone could please explain to me what it is I would be much obliged. I just want to say that I need to know that you guys are still reading so I know that I should write. Reviews also make writing easier and I know if I'm doing well. (But please don't remind me about the Sirius thing) So if you could please tell me that you like it, or even if you don't (just don't be brutal) I would like that as well. Now on to the chappy!!
Ch. 7 Now What?
Kendra sat at Ron's bedside and watched the young redhead breath. All the memories she didn't want to think about were coming right back to her.
*FLASHBACK*
They hurried the body onto the hospital bed. Hermione was holding his hand the entire time.
"What happened?" A groggy Madam Pomfrey walked in.
"Voldemort, Poppy." Dumbledore said quietly.
"Good lord." She looked around at the cut up faces. "Everyone get it a bed." Hermione didn't move. "Miss Granger! You need tending to! Now get in bed!"
"Hermione. . ." Ron said weakly, " . . . Do it for me . . ." Hermione nodded, but reluctantly left for a bed.
"And who are you?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Kendra.
"I . . . well . . . I'm-" Kendra stuttered
"She's under my care Poppy. Just help her." Dumbledore said.
"Well alright." Madam Pomfrey moved from person to person healing them. Once Hermione was healed, she jumped up and ran to Ron's side. He was unconscious, "He might experience some memory loss. But other than that, he'll be fine."
"Memory loss? How bad?" Hermione looked terrified. Kendra knew why. (A/N: Do you know why?)
"Only since he was hit with the curse. Not much has happened since then." Madam Pomfrey said arrogantly.
Oh how little you know Kendra thought as Madam Pomfrey looked her over. "Well you seem fine . . . How did you get away?"
"I . . . They couldn't see me." Kendra explained.
"How-" But she was cut off.
"Can Harry come with me now?" Dumbledore asked.
"Why yes of coarse Headmaster." She said startled. Harry got up to follow him, and to Kendra's surprise, so did she. She wanted to know what they were talking about, but at the same time, she needed to rest. It was all she could do but follow. They reached the staircase and entered. Kendra marveled at his room and all the pictures.
"Harry I- what are you doing here?" Dumbledore looked at Kendra surprised.
"I just couldn't stay away . . ." Kendra said. She would have been laughing but under the circumstances it just wasn't the time.
"Well it doesn't matter. This has to do with you too." He said. He sat behind his desk and gestured for them to sit in the seats in front. They sat. "Harry there's something that I need to tell you." He took a deep breath and continued, "Do you remember when you asked me why Voldemort wanted to kill you?"
"Yes." Harry looked withdrawn, like he didn't know where he was. His face had no color what so ever. He was thinking about Sirius, Kendra could tell.
"Well that's what the prophecy was talking about. Give it to me" Dumbledore reached for the egg shaped orb. Harry gave it to him. Dumbledore opened it.
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROCHES . . . BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE TRHICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES . . . AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT . . . AND EITHER BUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NIETHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES . . . THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES . . ."
Harry's mouth dropped open. Suddenly Kendra didn't want to be there. "Why didn't you tell me!" Harry was on his feet now towering over them.
"Harry it was never the right time-" Dumbledore calmly tried to explain.
"And now's a good time! I'm trying to get over Sirius and you're telling me I'll have to murder or be murdered!! No Dumbledore I can't take that!" Harry yelled.
"Believe me Harry, I would have told you sooner but I-" But Harry cut him off.
"Why? Something this important had to wait till now?" Harry looked near tears. Kendra was so confused. This part in the book was completely filled with rage. But Harry was falling apart. For some reason Kendra had a hard time holding her tears back.
"Harry I had intended to tell you when you first entered this castle, but it was never the right time. I thought that eleven was so young and you had just battled your mortal enemy. Then at twelve you went through a tough year with everyone hating you and still I thought you were too young. Thirteen and I knew you were not young anymore, but you had just known Sirius and I didn't want to end your happiness." He took a deep breath and continued, "Then you were fourteen, and I knew I had to tell you. But after what you had been through, with Voldemort and all that, I couldn't do it to you." Dumbledore looked up at Harry, "Forgive an old man for his mistake . . ."
Kendra looked to see Harry's reaction. It was then that she saw his rage. "How could you do this to me Dumbledore! I trusted you! I thought you had your reasons but this? I can't take it!!"
"Harry, please understand, I wanted to tell you before." Dumbledore was still amazingly calm.
"NO! I DON'T WANT ANYMORE PROBLEMS!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" Harry yelled and moved to turn over a table. Kendra had to drop to the floor to dodge anything on the table. She started to cry. She couldn't help it. Harry was right in a way. He had so many problems.
"Kendra, maybe you could tell us." Dumbledore made Kendra jump and Harry stop suddenly.
"What?" Kendra and Harry said in unison.
"Kendra I know that you're not from this world. Something about being in a book?" Dumbledore asked.
Kendra sighed and began telling them exactly what happened; perhaps too much. She told them all about having to go to summer school and about her friends and the annoying boys. She told them about her mom being late and about falling in. She even told them how she felt about the book, "It takes me away. The characters are so real when you read them. I felt like I knew all of you before I met you. The author is amazing."
"Who is this author? What is her name?" Dumbledore asked.
"Huh? Oh umm J. K. Rowling." Kendra said. (A/N: Interesting huh?)
"Thank you Kendra." Kendra left thinking about all that had happened that very day. She also thought about what Harry and Dumbledore were talking about.
*END FLASHBACK*
Kendra was brought back to the present from the sound of footsteps entering the infirmary. Kendra looked up to see Hermione. She didn't know what she should expect from Hermione. She never liked Kendra. Kendra had always thought that when she met Hermione they would hit it off, but it didn't turn out that way.
"Hey Kendra," Hermione greeted her in almost a whisper.
"Hi. I'll leave. Madam Pomfrey said Ron will wake up soon, and I know you want to be there when he does. There's a lot you two need to talk about."
"Actually I wanted to talk to you." She said.
"Really? What about?" Kendra dreaded the answer. She thought it would be some kind of criticism. Now she knew how Harry and Ron felt.
"I wanted to say . . . that I'm sorry, for everything I said to you." Hermione looked down and Kendra's jaw dropped.
"But you don't need to do that. I mean I made a lot of mistakes and Ron, look what I did to him."
"But at least you tried. At least you didn't give up then and you can't give up now. You can make a difference." Hermione looked her in the eye when she said this. Kendra smiled at her and stood up. They were standing close to each other looking awkward when Hermione just hugged her. Kendra hugged her back and there was suddenly a lump in her throat that she couldn't control. She started to cry on Hermione's shoulder. It was so weird. She didn't even know why she was crying in the first place. But Hermione let her with no questions or interruptions. Kendra drew away and wiped away her tears.
"Thanks." Kendra said.
"Anytime." Hermione replied. Kendra knew she was being serious. (A/N: Does anyone else have a hard time spelling serious now? 'Cause I keep spelling it Sirius.)
They sat in a filled silence when Ron stirred. They looked down at him. "Hermione?"
"How are you feeling?" Hermione said gently.
"I feel fine, but I can't remember what happened . . ." Ron said.
There was sadness in Hermione's eyes, but she smiled at him and said, "I'm glad you're ok." She patted his hand. He blushed as he held it.
"Thanks Hermione," He said and let go.
A/N: Well that's chapter seven. Hope you liked it. I just wanted to make clear that Ron was not dead when Hermione kissed him. He was just near death. And I had to change the rating to PG 'cause of the kiss. I forgot to last time. The next chapter is gonna be a bit fluffy. Please R/R!