I hope this part is decent. :)
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Opening her eyes slowly Herminie looked around, her heart sinking as she realized where she was. The hospital wing. How had she got here? There's no way anyone knew where she had gone. Maybe Filch or Mrs. Norris had found her. And how long had she been here? The soft light that filtered through the high windows told her that it was at least past midday, but what day exactly was it. Hermione frowned, pursing her lips in concentration as she tried to remember what day it had been on her last visit to the mirror. Was it a Monday… no she had potions it couldn't be a Monday. Or wait Maybe it was Defense against the Dark Arts that wasn't on Monday?
Dismissing these thoughts Hermione let out a sigh of frustration, the soft whooshing sound unnaturally loud punctuating the eerie silence of the room. It was so quiet in here. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Breathing. A frown crinkled Hermione's brow as she shifted uncomfortably in the bed, taking a few deep measured breaths. She can't stop thinking about it now. The whole activity is becoming tiresome.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Now stop…. Can't she just stop for a while? No. That just makes her more uncomfortable, a rising feeling in the back of her throat as the air in her lungs clamors to escape. Shaking her head Hermione let out the gust of air with a loud sigh, her eyes now frantically searching the room for a distraction. A lamp. The lamps at Hogwarts are lit by fire, creating a soft glow. A barn down the road burnt down during the summer holidays. Hermione could remember waking up to the sight of flames and smoke billowing from a location far away. It must have been hard to breathe with all that smoke… breathing… Damn! Back to the beginning.
"Miss Granger you're awake"
Ah, another distraction. Good.
Instinctively Hermione cleared her throat, only just realizing how try and parched it felt. "Yes" she said hoarsely, as she stared up at Madame Pomfrey, her eyes watching the older woman's movements. Wasn't that nursing outfit uncomfortable? She could just see it through the billows of the woman's robes. Wait wasn't she hot? She should be. Hermione knew what it was like to be hot. This winter had been unnaturally warm, and every day had been like torture for Hermione, who was condemned to hide her arms and legs under thick layers of clothing, which we're further constricted by the suffocating weight of her robes. Not even cooling charms had seemed to work. She felt cool now though.
Looking down again Hermione realized she was just wearing a light nightgown, its short sleeves revealing the mass of cuts and scars on her arms, that we're covered in some kind of light blue dust. A wizard healing potion she guessed.
"Hermione?"
Hermione automatically recoiled as she felt a hand smooth over her hair, drawing her back to reality. How long had she been daydreaming?
"How are you feeling Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey repeated patiently, her words deliberately drawn out.
"I'm thirsty" Hermione said, imitating Madam Pomfrey's slow speech. She did not want to be patronized.
"Alright I'll go get you something to drink" Madam Pomfrey said as she straightened up slowly before bustling away.
Closing her eyes again Hermione let out a worried sigh. What was going to happen next? Did the school have a procedure for this type of thing? Hermione didn't think so. She had never heard of a case like this, not even in 'Hogwarts, a history.' Maybe she would be accused of practicing the dark arts? Would they really throw a girl her age into Azkaban? They probably would. An accidental death would go unnoticed in there. Hopefully.
"Miss Granger"
Opening her eyes again Hermione looked up to see Professor McGonagall. What was she doing here? Glancing over to the small table beside her she noticed a glass of pumpkin juice. It had been sitting there for a while. The pulp had drifted to the bottom, creating an unpleasant looking thick layer, covered by the remaining murky thin liquid. Glancing back up at Professor McGonagall Hermione bit her lip, fighting back tears as she saw the look of caring concern on her teachers face.
"Miss Granger we have informed your parents about… what happened and I will be escorting you home tomorrow"
"What?" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes widening. She didn't want to be at home. "No I can't I have assignments to do" Hermione began to babble as she sat up, moving to climb out of bed. "I'm fine I just had an accident"
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed as she placed her hand against Hermione's shoulder, trying to push her back down, her other hand whisking out her wand.
"I'm fine let go!" Hermione growled as she began to wrestle with the teacher, seemingly oblivious to the fresh lines of blood beginning to well up along her arms, soft droplets splaying out across her pale flesh.
"Immobulous!" Professor McGonagall cried suddenly, a thin ray of light shooting out of her wand and hitting Hermione full on.
"Wha…?" Hermione managed to get out before she suddenly went limp, her body slumping down onto the bed. "Nnn" she whimpered, a feeling of panic sweeping over her as she struggled against what felt like an invisible weight that pressed against her body, making any movement impossible.
"I'm sorry Hermione" Professor McGonagall whispered before raising her wand again, whispering a spell before standing up, hesitating for a moment before walking away.
What was that? Hermione managed to think before she was engulfed in what felt like a thick fog, which plunged her world into darkness.
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Opening her eyes slowly Herminie looked around, her heart sinking as she realized where she was. The hospital wing. How had she got here? There's no way anyone knew where she had gone. Maybe Filch or Mrs. Norris had found her. And how long had she been here? The soft light that filtered through the high windows told her that it was at least past midday, but what day exactly was it. Hermione frowned, pursing her lips in concentration as she tried to remember what day it had been on her last visit to the mirror. Was it a Monday… no she had potions it couldn't be a Monday. Or wait Maybe it was Defense against the Dark Arts that wasn't on Monday?
Dismissing these thoughts Hermione let out a sigh of frustration, the soft whooshing sound unnaturally loud punctuating the eerie silence of the room. It was so quiet in here. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Breathing. A frown crinkled Hermione's brow as she shifted uncomfortably in the bed, taking a few deep measured breaths. She can't stop thinking about it now. The whole activity is becoming tiresome.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Now stop…. Can't she just stop for a while? No. That just makes her more uncomfortable, a rising feeling in the back of her throat as the air in her lungs clamors to escape. Shaking her head Hermione let out the gust of air with a loud sigh, her eyes now frantically searching the room for a distraction. A lamp. The lamps at Hogwarts are lit by fire, creating a soft glow. A barn down the road burnt down during the summer holidays. Hermione could remember waking up to the sight of flames and smoke billowing from a location far away. It must have been hard to breathe with all that smoke… breathing… Damn! Back to the beginning.
"Miss Granger you're awake"
Ah, another distraction. Good.
Instinctively Hermione cleared her throat, only just realizing how try and parched it felt. "Yes" she said hoarsely, as she stared up at Madame Pomfrey, her eyes watching the older woman's movements. Wasn't that nursing outfit uncomfortable? She could just see it through the billows of the woman's robes. Wait wasn't she hot? She should be. Hermione knew what it was like to be hot. This winter had been unnaturally warm, and every day had been like torture for Hermione, who was condemned to hide her arms and legs under thick layers of clothing, which we're further constricted by the suffocating weight of her robes. Not even cooling charms had seemed to work. She felt cool now though.
Looking down again Hermione realized she was just wearing a light nightgown, its short sleeves revealing the mass of cuts and scars on her arms, that we're covered in some kind of light blue dust. A wizard healing potion she guessed.
"Hermione?"
Hermione automatically recoiled as she felt a hand smooth over her hair, drawing her back to reality. How long had she been daydreaming?
"How are you feeling Miss Granger?" Madam Pomfrey repeated patiently, her words deliberately drawn out.
"I'm thirsty" Hermione said, imitating Madam Pomfrey's slow speech. She did not want to be patronized.
"Alright I'll go get you something to drink" Madam Pomfrey said as she straightened up slowly before bustling away.
Closing her eyes again Hermione let out a worried sigh. What was going to happen next? Did the school have a procedure for this type of thing? Hermione didn't think so. She had never heard of a case like this, not even in 'Hogwarts, a history.' Maybe she would be accused of practicing the dark arts? Would they really throw a girl her age into Azkaban? They probably would. An accidental death would go unnoticed in there. Hopefully.
"Miss Granger"
Opening her eyes again Hermione looked up to see Professor McGonagall. What was she doing here? Glancing over to the small table beside her she noticed a glass of pumpkin juice. It had been sitting there for a while. The pulp had drifted to the bottom, creating an unpleasant looking thick layer, covered by the remaining murky thin liquid. Glancing back up at Professor McGonagall Hermione bit her lip, fighting back tears as she saw the look of caring concern on her teachers face.
"Miss Granger we have informed your parents about… what happened and I will be escorting you home tomorrow"
"What?" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes widening. She didn't want to be at home. "No I can't I have assignments to do" Hermione began to babble as she sat up, moving to climb out of bed. "I'm fine I just had an accident"
"Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed as she placed her hand against Hermione's shoulder, trying to push her back down, her other hand whisking out her wand.
"I'm fine let go!" Hermione growled as she began to wrestle with the teacher, seemingly oblivious to the fresh lines of blood beginning to well up along her arms, soft droplets splaying out across her pale flesh.
"Immobulous!" Professor McGonagall cried suddenly, a thin ray of light shooting out of her wand and hitting Hermione full on.
"Wha…?" Hermione managed to get out before she suddenly went limp, her body slumping down onto the bed. "Nnn" she whimpered, a feeling of panic sweeping over her as she struggled against what felt like an invisible weight that pressed against her body, making any movement impossible.
"I'm sorry Hermione" Professor McGonagall whispered before raising her wand again, whispering a spell before standing up, hesitating for a moment before walking away.
What was that? Hermione managed to think before she was engulfed in what felt like a thick fog, which plunged her world into darkness.