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Prologue from the Author's Point of View
School had finally started in Hogwarts and the platform was filled with more students then ever before. Friends greeting each other, parents saying good bye to their children but no one heard the sound of sadness. In Platform 9 ¾ somber would never fit in.
"Did you hear from Hermione this summer?" Asked Harry looking at his red head friend, Ron.
"Hermione? She went to America, didn't she? Her last letter said that she wouldn't be able to write us for the rest of the summer." Ron ran his fingers through his hair. "Ginny, are you feeling alright?" He looked at his sister who looked like she was about to puke.
"She seemed fine awhile ago." Harry put in. It wasn't like Ginny to just stop.
"I'm fine," She said in a barely audible whisper. "She hasn't written any of you since?"
"Nope." Ron shrugged. "I suppose she's just waiting to turn up in Hogwarts as some new American girl."
"I don't think so, Ron. Not our Hermione." Harry gave a hearty laugh. "Besides, she's gone there before and she's come back the same and in one piece." He joked.
"I suppose we're to meet her on the train." Ron assisted his sister onto the train.
"Ron," Ginny shut her eyes. "Could you get me a glass of water."
"Ginny, are you sure you're alright?"
"I feel faint." She breathed. "I think all the excitement is getting a little ahead of me."
Ron knew his sister and he could sense that she knew something about their discussion.
"Gin, you are Hermione's best, uhm," Ron coughed the term, "girlfriend. Did she mention anything to you?"
Ginny's eyes shot open. "I," she breathed. "No of course not."
"Gin, is something the matter?" Harry looked at the girl.
"Nothing, okay? I'm fine. There's nothing wrong." Ginny whispered.
Ron looked at Harry as if asking him if he knew anything about Ginny's strange behavior. Harry shrugged because he honestly had no idea.
"Gin," Ron used a firm voice. "What's wrong?"
Ginny shut her eyes as she sat down. She brought her hand to her mouth and shook her head. "Nothing okay." She began to cry. "There's nothing wrong."
"Ginny, please." Harry pleaded. He was clueless.
"Hermione," Ginny breathed out.
"What?" The two boys looked at her. Their hearts were pumping and blood was rushing through their veins. They longed to know what Ginny was thinking.
"Ginny, what is it?" Ron asked once more in anxiety.
"She's not coming for another week or two." Ginny whispered and shook her head.
"Why?" Ron looked at her. The two boys knew she knew much more than what she had just said.
"She will follow, that is all I can say as of now." Ginny whispered. "I'm sorry."
"Ginny, why can't you tell us?"
"Because!" Ginny yelled. "She made me promise!" With that Ginny stood up and stormed out of the cart.
Ron and Harry just looked at each other. They had no idea about what Ginny was talking about but they could only worry about their friend who definitely was not on the train that day.
~*~*~*~
"Good morning, sweetheart." Steve looked at his daughter who was lying on her bed.
"Good morning dad." She beamed at him.
"Well, I'm glad we did have your hair straightened." He sat on her bed and ran his fingers through her fine hair. "It's lovely."
"I do feel prettier than before." She whispered. "And my eyebrows are definitely not as shabby as they used to be." She laughed.
"Any symptoms today?" Her mother smiled as she walked in with a plate of fresh strawberries."
"I little dizziness but I'll be fine." She smiled. "School started today, you know."
"Now, you know that we must have everything balanced until you are ready to go back." Her father said.
"Is that what you want?" Her mother looked at her.
"Yes." She nodded. "I want to live my life as normal as possible. I'm not going to live forever you know?" She joked but held her tongue back before she realized that the joke would not please anyone.
Her mother looked at her gently holding back the tears and struggling to be strong for her child but her tears she could not control.
"I'm sorry, mum." She replied looking down ashamed of what she had just done. "It was supposed to be a joke."
"We know, sweetheart." Her father kissed her forehead. "We know. Are you done with your wish list yet?"
"Not yet." She looked down. "But I will be I promise."
"Okay, well we must be off." They kissed her forehead.
"The nurse is downstairs."
"Mum, I'm not that sick yet, I think I can do things on my own." The girl smiled at her parents who were not almost half way out the door.
"I love you a thousand gummy bears." Her dad blew her a kiss.
"I love you a thousand football games with David Beckham." She blew a kiss back and sighed.
"Remember, doctors appointment at twelve, Marcus will take you."
"Mum, you didn't have to hire a driver and nanny you know?" She smiled softly.
"Only when you're home." She said. "I sent Madame Pom," She paused to remember her name.
"Pomfrey, mother." She laughed.
"Yes, I sent her the things you will be needing so you take your medication in the clinic with supervision."
"Yes, mum. I don't leave for another week, remember? Go!" She pointed to the door and finally her parent's left.
The girl stood up and walked to her dresser. She studied herself carefully. She traced her finger over lips, her eyes, and every part of her face as if trying to memorize herself for the last time.
"Wow, I look stunning." She whispered. "Too bad, it won't be this way for long." She touched her hair and looked away from the mirror.
~*~*~*~
Draco looked over the table during potions. There seemed to be more students this year, definitely. A lot of them had transferred from Beauxbatons after Voldemort had decided to make his way around Harry Potter rather than going straight to the point to get him killed.
"Potter." Draco spat as he thought about the boy who just wanted to fit in but stood out like a mud stain on a white wall.
"Draco?" A girly voice took a seat beside him.
"What do you want Pansy?" He looked over his shoulder at the girl. She was no Giselle Bundchen but there was definitely something attractive about her.
"Nothing." She rolled her green eyes and leaned into the chair. "You know, to think that I grew up with you and still after all these years. I don't get you Draco Malfoy."
"It's not like were friends." Draco mumbled to himself but Pansy heard him.
"Oh," She said in exasperation. "That's it. I'm sick and tired of trying to be friends with you much less because I have to marry you but damn it Draco for one minute, could you at least be human." She snapped her finger at Millicent who looked at her alertly. "You sit here, I can't stay beside a rock forever."
Millicent beamed. Almost every girl in the school would kill just to be acknowledged by Draco Malfoy. Pansy picked up her things and purposely hit Draco on the head with her books as she passed behind him.
"Ow." He winced.
"Glad you actually have a nervous system since your cardiovascular system doesn't seem to be in tact." She rolled her eyes and took a seat beside Seamus Finnigan.
"Bitch." He held onto the spot she hit.
"Bastard." She mumbled under her breath as she opened her book and looked at Snape awaiting his lesson.
Draco and Pansy were arranged to be wed at the end of the summer and although Pansy tried in vain to get a long with him it didn't work. Although he had the looks of a god, he was definitely not the type of guy Pansy would want to marry. Neither of them wanted to marry each other, since the two had grown up with each other they had seen each other in many fazes and they definitely did not want to spend the rest of their lives attached to each other.
"You know what I never did believe that there was a person that didn't have a heart." She sneered into his ear.
"Yeah, well." He grunted.
~*~*~*~
Chapter One
Hermione's Point of View
'Finally,' I thought to myself as I glanced at the parking space of Kings Cross. I was finally going to be back in school living as normal a life as possible.
"Now, sweetie." My mom held onto my hand as we walked and I couldn't help but feel like a ten-year-old again.
"Mom, I can handle this." I looked down. "I feel like you think I'm going to die already, I've got a long way to go mom."
"'ermione." Hagrid's voice came from the opposite end.
"Hagrid!" I smiled. It had been so long since I had seen anyone from Hogwarts.
"Hermione." My dad hugged me. "You have your wish list?"
"Yeah." I handed them an envelope and they studied it for a moment. "Don't open it first." I bit my lip. "I'll visit soon." I smiled. I was required to visit the doctor every three weeks for check-up.
"Chemo?" Mom looked at me.
"Here." I showed her the machine attached to my pants. I had learned a spell to keep me from losing hair to look as normal as possible. "I love you guys, okay? I'll see you in twenty-one days."
"Bye, sweetie." Mom hugged me tight.
"Mom I think I'm going to suffocate and then it'll be you who killed me." I kidded and again I realized that my parents didn't appreciate my cancer jokes.
I looked at them one last time before I headed for Hagrid. It was a thrill to think how different my life is going to be now. But I can't help but worry about how my parent's will react to my requests.
'Come on, Hermione,' I thought to myself. 'It's just one request.'
"'ow are you feeling today, half pint?" Hagrid smiled at me.
My heart warmed when he called me that. It was a nickname that he made that stuck to me, because he said I was so much smaller than the two boys I hung out with.
"Great, actually." I smiled.
This morning I wasn't exactly feeling great since I had woken up with a major headache, as usual. And puking was nothing new to me lately. I was still adjusting a little to the chemo. I've had it for a month now and my doctor said that I would get used to it after awhile but honestly I think that I will never get used to it. I guess I've gotten used to the idea of being sick all the time and there was nothing I would be able to do about it because that's just the way life is.
"That's good, come on." He took my luggage with his hands making them look tiny. "You've grown a lot."
"Thanks." I walked beside him. For some strange reason I had grown over the summer and I couldn't help but wonder why it had only happened now. I mean, I blossomed a little late for someone who's already seventeen. I looked at my watch. "I guess we won't be in Hogwarts until late tonight."
"We'll be there for dinner." Hagrid replied as we walked through the crowd. "This is what I have port keys but we have to pass by somewhere really quick." He looked at me.
"Okay." I shrugged but remained silent.
"So why 'ave you been gone for so long?" Hagrid looked at me.
Knives shot through my heart and I just felt like I couldn't walk anymore. "Hagrid would you mind if you dropped my off at Hogwarts first?"
"Are you okay?" He looked at me.
"I'm fine. I guess I was too excited." I shrugged.
"Well then let's go to Hogwarts first and then I'll do what I have to do." He pulled me through the wall. He then took out a little book from his pocket.
"That's cool." I whispered.
"It'll take us straight to the painting of the fat lady." He smiled smugly.
I held onto him as they were sent into the warp zone.
"Whoo!" I held on tighter as they stopped. I was surrounded by bright colors and something told me to be scared about it.
"I just need to type this in." He began to do something and finally they got through it.
"What happened?" I panted.
"Well you do know that you can't get into Hogwarts just by teleport."
"Yeah so?"
"I had to punch in a code." He replied.
"Oh." I tried to take in the scene that was before.
"This is were you get off 'ermione." He handed me the things.
"Thank you Hagrid. I'm sorry if I got in between your schedule." I put my arms around his big body.
"You take care now." He mumbled. "I can see a lot of boys lining up just to get a glimpse of what a beauty you've become. Past the glasses of course."
"Thanks." I smiled softly as he finally mentioned my glasses. I had gotten them because of my cancer. It would help me see things clearer since the cancer was actually blocking some part of my right eye.
"And oh yes, password is." He bent down to whisper it into my ear. "Missing 'Mione."
I beamed at what he had said and I couldn't get myself to say anything else. But I had a goal that I wanted to get through right now. "M-m-missing 'Mione." I looked at the portrait.
The fat lady studied me and finally opened the doors. I had realized that automatically my bags were no longer by my side. Those house elves still took it upon themselves to pamper me even if I've told them time and again that I can handle things on my own.
I unpacked most of my things and decided to relax.
After about thirty minutes of relaxing I remembered that I had to go to Madame Pomfrey.
I walked through the hallways and couldn't help buy feel the eyes on me. I knew why they were looking. I seemed like an outsider, I was still in my jeans and tee shirt.
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger." Madame Pomfrey greeted me as I stepped into the clinic. She began to explain things that I've heard and read a million times.
"Okay," I nodded. "Thanks. Excuse me."
Depression was taking over me like never before and it just hurt so much to know how sick I was. I looked at the students around me and it was like my world was spinning and the laughter was just unbearable. How could people be so happy when I was this sick?
I had to get away from this. I know. . . the library. With all the strength I could muster up and ran as fast as I could to the library. I didn't realize until I got there that I had broken in to tears. I went to my most favorite spot, right in front of the biggest window in the place. I got medicinal books to see how I could fix this problem, their just had to be an answer. A cure.
Minutes turned to hours and before I knew it the moon was already shining over. Gosh, it was beautiful. It made me wonder who was looking at it at the same moment.
I probably missed supper already but no surprise once again I'm not hungry. I walked back to Madame Pomfrey and got my shots for the night, chemo is complicated. I don't even bother to study it, it just depresses me.
As I walked back to Gryffindor I begin to cry.
"Watch it!" A voice growled after I bumped into him.
"I'm sorry." I tried to compose myself. "Here let me help." I picked up the flask but I was so weak I could barely hold onto it, I nearly dropped it.
"Don't help." The voice said in a frustrated tone.
"Shit, I can't do anything right." I wiped my forehead. "I'm sorry." I didn't even bother to look at the guy I bumped into as I cried once again. And I claim sanctuary in the library once again.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice came from behind me. I had books about cancer all over the table. I was silently crying and reading all this material by myself.
"Hi," He sighed. "What's the one thing you would never expect me to tell you?"
"That you've found a cure for cancer." I buried my face into my arms as I sobbed uncontrollably.
"Hermione?" Harry sat on the seat next to me. "What's wrong? I don't see you at the platform on the first day and two weeks later I find you crying in the library and you don't even mention that you're finally here. What's going on Hermione?"
"Everything is screwed up." I somehow forced myself into his arms.
"Herm," The tone in Harry's voice was evident. "What's wrong?"
"This is." I sniffled and showed him the encyclopedia.
"I don't understand."
"Don't be dense, Harry. This is what is happening inside my head, in my body." I cried. "And this is what I am soon going to be." Is showed him a picture of a corpse.
Harry looked at me confused.
"Harry, I'm dying." I sobbed. This was the first time I've ever said that. "I'm dying." My voice was barely a whisper.
"Please, tell me your kidding." Harry shook.
"I wish I was. Please don't make me talk, just let me know you're here." I shut my eyes and felt Harry hold me close. "Don't let me go, please, don't ever let me go."
We sat like that for hours. It surprised me how long we stayed like that. And Harry knew exactly what to do and being with him right there just seemed to make things easier for me.
My world was falling apart and here was Harry trying to keep it together for me and suddenly the feelings I hadn't felt in three years had come back. Was it because he was the only guy who genuinely loved and cared for me? Maybe it was the attention he was giving me that made me feel special, maybe that's all I've ever wanted . . . To feel special.
~*~*~*~
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Prologue from the Author's Point of View
School had finally started in Hogwarts and the platform was filled with more students then ever before. Friends greeting each other, parents saying good bye to their children but no one heard the sound of sadness. In Platform 9 ¾ somber would never fit in.
"Did you hear from Hermione this summer?" Asked Harry looking at his red head friend, Ron.
"Hermione? She went to America, didn't she? Her last letter said that she wouldn't be able to write us for the rest of the summer." Ron ran his fingers through his hair. "Ginny, are you feeling alright?" He looked at his sister who looked like she was about to puke.
"She seemed fine awhile ago." Harry put in. It wasn't like Ginny to just stop.
"I'm fine," She said in a barely audible whisper. "She hasn't written any of you since?"
"Nope." Ron shrugged. "I suppose she's just waiting to turn up in Hogwarts as some new American girl."
"I don't think so, Ron. Not our Hermione." Harry gave a hearty laugh. "Besides, she's gone there before and she's come back the same and in one piece." He joked.
"I suppose we're to meet her on the train." Ron assisted his sister onto the train.
"Ron," Ginny shut her eyes. "Could you get me a glass of water."
"Ginny, are you sure you're alright?"
"I feel faint." She breathed. "I think all the excitement is getting a little ahead of me."
Ron knew his sister and he could sense that she knew something about their discussion.
"Gin, you are Hermione's best, uhm," Ron coughed the term, "girlfriend. Did she mention anything to you?"
Ginny's eyes shot open. "I," she breathed. "No of course not."
"Gin, is something the matter?" Harry looked at the girl.
"Nothing, okay? I'm fine. There's nothing wrong." Ginny whispered.
Ron looked at Harry as if asking him if he knew anything about Ginny's strange behavior. Harry shrugged because he honestly had no idea.
"Gin," Ron used a firm voice. "What's wrong?"
Ginny shut her eyes as she sat down. She brought her hand to her mouth and shook her head. "Nothing okay." She began to cry. "There's nothing wrong."
"Ginny, please." Harry pleaded. He was clueless.
"Hermione," Ginny breathed out.
"What?" The two boys looked at her. Their hearts were pumping and blood was rushing through their veins. They longed to know what Ginny was thinking.
"Ginny, what is it?" Ron asked once more in anxiety.
"She's not coming for another week or two." Ginny whispered and shook her head.
"Why?" Ron looked at her. The two boys knew she knew much more than what she had just said.
"She will follow, that is all I can say as of now." Ginny whispered. "I'm sorry."
"Ginny, why can't you tell us?"
"Because!" Ginny yelled. "She made me promise!" With that Ginny stood up and stormed out of the cart.
Ron and Harry just looked at each other. They had no idea about what Ginny was talking about but they could only worry about their friend who definitely was not on the train that day.
~*~*~*~
"Good morning, sweetheart." Steve looked at his daughter who was lying on her bed.
"Good morning dad." She beamed at him.
"Well, I'm glad we did have your hair straightened." He sat on her bed and ran his fingers through her fine hair. "It's lovely."
"I do feel prettier than before." She whispered. "And my eyebrows are definitely not as shabby as they used to be." She laughed.
"Any symptoms today?" Her mother smiled as she walked in with a plate of fresh strawberries."
"I little dizziness but I'll be fine." She smiled. "School started today, you know."
"Now, you know that we must have everything balanced until you are ready to go back." Her father said.
"Is that what you want?" Her mother looked at her.
"Yes." She nodded. "I want to live my life as normal as possible. I'm not going to live forever you know?" She joked but held her tongue back before she realized that the joke would not please anyone.
Her mother looked at her gently holding back the tears and struggling to be strong for her child but her tears she could not control.
"I'm sorry, mum." She replied looking down ashamed of what she had just done. "It was supposed to be a joke."
"We know, sweetheart." Her father kissed her forehead. "We know. Are you done with your wish list yet?"
"Not yet." She looked down. "But I will be I promise."
"Okay, well we must be off." They kissed her forehead.
"The nurse is downstairs."
"Mum, I'm not that sick yet, I think I can do things on my own." The girl smiled at her parents who were not almost half way out the door.
"I love you a thousand gummy bears." Her dad blew her a kiss.
"I love you a thousand football games with David Beckham." She blew a kiss back and sighed.
"Remember, doctors appointment at twelve, Marcus will take you."
"Mum, you didn't have to hire a driver and nanny you know?" She smiled softly.
"Only when you're home." She said. "I sent Madame Pom," She paused to remember her name.
"Pomfrey, mother." She laughed.
"Yes, I sent her the things you will be needing so you take your medication in the clinic with supervision."
"Yes, mum. I don't leave for another week, remember? Go!" She pointed to the door and finally her parent's left.
The girl stood up and walked to her dresser. She studied herself carefully. She traced her finger over lips, her eyes, and every part of her face as if trying to memorize herself for the last time.
"Wow, I look stunning." She whispered. "Too bad, it won't be this way for long." She touched her hair and looked away from the mirror.
~*~*~*~
Draco looked over the table during potions. There seemed to be more students this year, definitely. A lot of them had transferred from Beauxbatons after Voldemort had decided to make his way around Harry Potter rather than going straight to the point to get him killed.
"Potter." Draco spat as he thought about the boy who just wanted to fit in but stood out like a mud stain on a white wall.
"Draco?" A girly voice took a seat beside him.
"What do you want Pansy?" He looked over his shoulder at the girl. She was no Giselle Bundchen but there was definitely something attractive about her.
"Nothing." She rolled her green eyes and leaned into the chair. "You know, to think that I grew up with you and still after all these years. I don't get you Draco Malfoy."
"It's not like were friends." Draco mumbled to himself but Pansy heard him.
"Oh," She said in exasperation. "That's it. I'm sick and tired of trying to be friends with you much less because I have to marry you but damn it Draco for one minute, could you at least be human." She snapped her finger at Millicent who looked at her alertly. "You sit here, I can't stay beside a rock forever."
Millicent beamed. Almost every girl in the school would kill just to be acknowledged by Draco Malfoy. Pansy picked up her things and purposely hit Draco on the head with her books as she passed behind him.
"Ow." He winced.
"Glad you actually have a nervous system since your cardiovascular system doesn't seem to be in tact." She rolled her eyes and took a seat beside Seamus Finnigan.
"Bitch." He held onto the spot she hit.
"Bastard." She mumbled under her breath as she opened her book and looked at Snape awaiting his lesson.
Draco and Pansy were arranged to be wed at the end of the summer and although Pansy tried in vain to get a long with him it didn't work. Although he had the looks of a god, he was definitely not the type of guy Pansy would want to marry. Neither of them wanted to marry each other, since the two had grown up with each other they had seen each other in many fazes and they definitely did not want to spend the rest of their lives attached to each other.
"You know what I never did believe that there was a person that didn't have a heart." She sneered into his ear.
"Yeah, well." He grunted.
~*~*~*~
Chapter One
Hermione's Point of View
'Finally,' I thought to myself as I glanced at the parking space of Kings Cross. I was finally going to be back in school living as normal a life as possible.
"Now, sweetie." My mom held onto my hand as we walked and I couldn't help but feel like a ten-year-old again.
"Mom, I can handle this." I looked down. "I feel like you think I'm going to die already, I've got a long way to go mom."
"'ermione." Hagrid's voice came from the opposite end.
"Hagrid!" I smiled. It had been so long since I had seen anyone from Hogwarts.
"Hermione." My dad hugged me. "You have your wish list?"
"Yeah." I handed them an envelope and they studied it for a moment. "Don't open it first." I bit my lip. "I'll visit soon." I smiled. I was required to visit the doctor every three weeks for check-up.
"Chemo?" Mom looked at me.
"Here." I showed her the machine attached to my pants. I had learned a spell to keep me from losing hair to look as normal as possible. "I love you guys, okay? I'll see you in twenty-one days."
"Bye, sweetie." Mom hugged me tight.
"Mom I think I'm going to suffocate and then it'll be you who killed me." I kidded and again I realized that my parents didn't appreciate my cancer jokes.
I looked at them one last time before I headed for Hagrid. It was a thrill to think how different my life is going to be now. But I can't help but worry about how my parent's will react to my requests.
'Come on, Hermione,' I thought to myself. 'It's just one request.'
"'ow are you feeling today, half pint?" Hagrid smiled at me.
My heart warmed when he called me that. It was a nickname that he made that stuck to me, because he said I was so much smaller than the two boys I hung out with.
"Great, actually." I smiled.
This morning I wasn't exactly feeling great since I had woken up with a major headache, as usual. And puking was nothing new to me lately. I was still adjusting a little to the chemo. I've had it for a month now and my doctor said that I would get used to it after awhile but honestly I think that I will never get used to it. I guess I've gotten used to the idea of being sick all the time and there was nothing I would be able to do about it because that's just the way life is.
"That's good, come on." He took my luggage with his hands making them look tiny. "You've grown a lot."
"Thanks." I walked beside him. For some strange reason I had grown over the summer and I couldn't help but wonder why it had only happened now. I mean, I blossomed a little late for someone who's already seventeen. I looked at my watch. "I guess we won't be in Hogwarts until late tonight."
"We'll be there for dinner." Hagrid replied as we walked through the crowd. "This is what I have port keys but we have to pass by somewhere really quick." He looked at me.
"Okay." I shrugged but remained silent.
"So why 'ave you been gone for so long?" Hagrid looked at me.
Knives shot through my heart and I just felt like I couldn't walk anymore. "Hagrid would you mind if you dropped my off at Hogwarts first?"
"Are you okay?" He looked at me.
"I'm fine. I guess I was too excited." I shrugged.
"Well then let's go to Hogwarts first and then I'll do what I have to do." He pulled me through the wall. He then took out a little book from his pocket.
"That's cool." I whispered.
"It'll take us straight to the painting of the fat lady." He smiled smugly.
I held onto him as they were sent into the warp zone.
"Whoo!" I held on tighter as they stopped. I was surrounded by bright colors and something told me to be scared about it.
"I just need to type this in." He began to do something and finally they got through it.
"What happened?" I panted.
"Well you do know that you can't get into Hogwarts just by teleport."
"Yeah so?"
"I had to punch in a code." He replied.
"Oh." I tried to take in the scene that was before.
"This is were you get off 'ermione." He handed me the things.
"Thank you Hagrid. I'm sorry if I got in between your schedule." I put my arms around his big body.
"You take care now." He mumbled. "I can see a lot of boys lining up just to get a glimpse of what a beauty you've become. Past the glasses of course."
"Thanks." I smiled softly as he finally mentioned my glasses. I had gotten them because of my cancer. It would help me see things clearer since the cancer was actually blocking some part of my right eye.
"And oh yes, password is." He bent down to whisper it into my ear. "Missing 'Mione."
I beamed at what he had said and I couldn't get myself to say anything else. But I had a goal that I wanted to get through right now. "M-m-missing 'Mione." I looked at the portrait.
The fat lady studied me and finally opened the doors. I had realized that automatically my bags were no longer by my side. Those house elves still took it upon themselves to pamper me even if I've told them time and again that I can handle things on my own.
I unpacked most of my things and decided to relax.
After about thirty minutes of relaxing I remembered that I had to go to Madame Pomfrey.
I walked through the hallways and couldn't help buy feel the eyes on me. I knew why they were looking. I seemed like an outsider, I was still in my jeans and tee shirt.
"Good afternoon, Miss Granger." Madame Pomfrey greeted me as I stepped into the clinic. She began to explain things that I've heard and read a million times.
"Okay," I nodded. "Thanks. Excuse me."
Depression was taking over me like never before and it just hurt so much to know how sick I was. I looked at the students around me and it was like my world was spinning and the laughter was just unbearable. How could people be so happy when I was this sick?
I had to get away from this. I know. . . the library. With all the strength I could muster up and ran as fast as I could to the library. I didn't realize until I got there that I had broken in to tears. I went to my most favorite spot, right in front of the biggest window in the place. I got medicinal books to see how I could fix this problem, their just had to be an answer. A cure.
Minutes turned to hours and before I knew it the moon was already shining over. Gosh, it was beautiful. It made me wonder who was looking at it at the same moment.
I probably missed supper already but no surprise once again I'm not hungry. I walked back to Madame Pomfrey and got my shots for the night, chemo is complicated. I don't even bother to study it, it just depresses me.
As I walked back to Gryffindor I begin to cry.
"Watch it!" A voice growled after I bumped into him.
"I'm sorry." I tried to compose myself. "Here let me help." I picked up the flask but I was so weak I could barely hold onto it, I nearly dropped it.
"Don't help." The voice said in a frustrated tone.
"Shit, I can't do anything right." I wiped my forehead. "I'm sorry." I didn't even bother to look at the guy I bumped into as I cried once again. And I claim sanctuary in the library once again.
"Hermione?" Harry's voice came from behind me. I had books about cancer all over the table. I was silently crying and reading all this material by myself.
"Hi," He sighed. "What's the one thing you would never expect me to tell you?"
"That you've found a cure for cancer." I buried my face into my arms as I sobbed uncontrollably.
"Hermione?" Harry sat on the seat next to me. "What's wrong? I don't see you at the platform on the first day and two weeks later I find you crying in the library and you don't even mention that you're finally here. What's going on Hermione?"
"Everything is screwed up." I somehow forced myself into his arms.
"Herm," The tone in Harry's voice was evident. "What's wrong?"
"This is." I sniffled and showed him the encyclopedia.
"I don't understand."
"Don't be dense, Harry. This is what is happening inside my head, in my body." I cried. "And this is what I am soon going to be." Is showed him a picture of a corpse.
Harry looked at me confused.
"Harry, I'm dying." I sobbed. This was the first time I've ever said that. "I'm dying." My voice was barely a whisper.
"Please, tell me your kidding." Harry shook.
"I wish I was. Please don't make me talk, just let me know you're here." I shut my eyes and felt Harry hold me close. "Don't let me go, please, don't ever let me go."
We sat like that for hours. It surprised me how long we stayed like that. And Harry knew exactly what to do and being with him right there just seemed to make things easier for me.
My world was falling apart and here was Harry trying to keep it together for me and suddenly the feelings I hadn't felt in three years had come back. Was it because he was the only guy who genuinely loved and cared for me? Maybe it was the attention he was giving me that made me feel special, maybe that's all I've ever wanted . . . To feel special.
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By the way, if you liked this story I'd like to invite you to read Made for the Movies by Bballgurl17. It's my favorite story but it's not yet done. The author told me that she was getting disheartened because she lost her touch. She also wrote All Coming Back. Hope you read her stories!
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