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Chapter 3: Paralysis
Days had passed since Sarah had visited. Hermione began to think that she would never return. But one day, she did. It was night - 7:00 pm. She walked in and placed five large books on the edge of Hermione's bed.
"This is all that I was able to find. One is on ancient magic. I looked through it and a bunch of the curses were long forgotten. Be careful not to let anyone see it. Some of the spells can be extremely harmful- many are fatal. I really advise you taking extreme care of all of these books. They were put in the Restricted Section for a reason."
Hermione smiled her first real smile since before the war. "Thank you so much, Sarah. I'm forever grateful. I'd love to chat with you but I have so much reading to do. I'll see you later." Hermione grabbed the book on the top and quickly began reading. By midnight her eyelids were heavy and she had found nothing to help her. She fell asleep with the book in her lap.
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The next day, she woke up later than usual, at 7:00. She quickly hid all the books. The doctor always came to visit around 7:30 and she didn't want him to find them. She reached over and pressed the button for the nurse.
"Hello, Hermione. What can I do for you this morning?" the nurse asked exhaustedly as soon as she walked in. Apparently, Hermione had become the most needy patient within the past two days in all of St. Mungo's.
"I'm so sorry but I was wondering if I could get a copy of the Daily Prophet this morning. I would love something to read. Oh yeah, and I'm extremely hungry. Could you possibly get me something from the cafeteria? Thanks, Simona. You're a doll." Hermione figured that if she was going to have to be here, then she was going to take full advantage of the help provided. Maybe they would get so sick of her eventually that they would kick her out.
The nurse left and came back in a few minutes with a tray. "Here. I got you some eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. Here's a copy of the Daily Prophet. Anything else you need?"
"Well it is quite cool in here. Would you mind getting me a blanket?"
The nurse went to a closet inside the room. "Anything else?" She asked with an annoyed tone.
"No. That will be all. Tell the doctor I'm awake so if he wants to come early, he can feel free to."
"Will do." Simona left and Hermione began to eat. She didn't eat much though. Just the toast and when she was finished she began drinking her coffee. 'Man would I kill for a Dunckachino from Dunkin Donuts right about now.' She thought to herself.
The door swung open and in walked the doctor. "Hello, Miss. Granger. The nurse informed me you were awake. How are you this morning?"
"I'm fine Doctor Rheiner. Thank you very much. And you?"
"I'm doing great for an man of my age." Hermione looked at him for the first time. He looked old. He had bags under his eyes and wrinkles all over his face. He wore glasses and his hair- was non existent. He was going bald. Hermione had never realized how old he was.
"Well that's good to hear." she replied.
"Now... the nurses told me you've been asking to get a wheel chair."
"Yes. I would very much like to try to get around on my own."
"I don't think that's a very good idea."
"May I ask why not?"
"Of course. It's simple Hermione. The curse that was inflicted upon you, well it was ancient and there are none who know what exactly it was that hit you. I believe it was a 'paralism' spell. It paralyzes a person to a certain extent. Death Eaters used to use this spell in order to terrorize their enemies. It would drive them crazy. You are strong enough to endure it, however. The wizarding community applauds you for it. But this curse, it can have other side effects. Have you ever noticed while the nurses are helping you get into the wheelchair in order to get you places that you suddenly feel faint and woozy?" She nodded. "That's the effects of the spell. I am afraid that it gets more severe with the more stress you put on yourself. I have to go now. I have my rounds to make. I'll be back in two weeks. Then we'll discuss further you getting in a wheel chair." He left and Hermione was thankful the second he was gone.
She hated him with every bone in her body. She hated the fact that he could always find someway to hold her back. He intimidated the nurses... they wouldn't let her do anything without checking with him first. And he made up perfectly good reasons why she couldn't get the wheelchair.
She picked up one of her books and began to read. 'I'll do this with or without his help. With or without anyone's help. I'm all alone.' She looked over at Draco and changed her mind about her last thought. 'I'm not ALL alone. I do have Draco.' She continued reading the book on ancient magic until hours later when she found something useful.
PARALISIS
The incantation, Paralism, is used by dark wizards. It is used against foes they find extremely threatening. Once a wizard or a witch is hit with this curse half of their body is paralyzed. There is no cure for this curse. The paralyzed person may in a period of time, long or short depending on the will of the wizard, be able to walk again. It would take much effort and hard work. But for the rest of their lives, when they strain themselves from hard work, they will become nauseous and need rest. It would be very difficult for a wizard to walk again after this curse and there are only two instances in the history of magic when this has happened.
One wizard, very strong, was attacked by none other than Salazar Slytherin with this curse. This wizard was Godric Gryffindor. It took him six months to walk again. The other instance was a weaker wizard, however stronger than many. His name was Shane Smith. It took him five years to recover. Both are now dead but it was not from the curse. There is no record of any deaths from this curse. None have died from it.
Hermione stopped reading. So she COULD recover. She thought to herself for a few moments and then decided. She would begin her efforts tonight, when the nurses weren't paying attention. 'YES! SOON I WILL BE HEALED!' She thought.
That night, Hermione pulled off her covers and began working hard. You could see it in her face. She was using all of her strength to just move her toes. 'Come on... just move. Wiggle your big toe, Hermione.' nothing. 'Come on.' She sat in strain for about forty five minutes. Nothing except a major headache and some vomiting. Luckily she had a garbage can right next to her bed.
It was half past 10 and Hermione was fatigued from all of the stress. 'Maybe I'll rest now and begin again tomorrow.' She pressed the button and a nurse came in.
"Yes, Miss. Granger?"
"I need to brush my teeth. Could you bring me my toothbrush, toothpaste, and a cup of water please? Oh and please take the garbage away. I kind of ... lost my dinner."
The nurse left with the garbage and returned a few minutes later with the things Hermione asked for and without the garbage. "Thank you very much." Hermione quickly brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth with the water, and dismissed the nurse. "thank you very much. I won't be needing anything else." The nurse left and Hermione thought silently to herself. 'Wonder why I've never seen her here before. Oh well. Now, I'll go to sleep and tomorrow, I will begin again. I know that if I can just wiggle my toes, the rest will follow.'
She went to sleep that night, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, they were comforting.
--Dream--
Hermione is walking towards a house. Yes, she's is walking. The house is large and it feels like home. It was green on the outside. Dark green with black shudders. She opened the door and called out, "I'm home."
She heard a child running quickly shouting, "Mummy! Daddy, mummy's home!" The little girl rounded the corner and ran straight into Hermione's eyes. "Mummy! We've missed you so much!" the little girl exclaimed.
"I've missed you to Delia. How are you? Did daddy take care of you?"
"I'll have you know that I am a very good father, that you very much." a voice drawled with fake hurt in his voice.
"Sweetheart, you know I was only kidding. So how did you two do on your own? I hope not too poorly?"
The man came over to her and embraced her in a loving hug. "Baby, when are you going to learn that you are not the key to keeping us healthy and safe." He said with a smile.
"But Daddy, I had to go to the hospital and get five stitches!" Delia said with confusion. "When Mummy is not here, I always hurt myself."
Hermione laughed, knowing that her daughter was just accident prone and her husband did as fine of a job as she could have done. "It's all right. As long as everyone is alive and well. Now, let's get some dinner on the table."
"No need. Hibby is working on it." Hibby was the house elf.
"Well then, Delia why don't you go and wash up while Daddy and I go unpack my suitcase."
"okay!" She ran off quickly and as soon as she was gone, Hermione kissed him.
"I've missed you so much, sweetheart. You have no idea."
"I think I do. I could hardly sleep without you right beside me. I wish you hadn't gone away for so long. I missed you with all my heart." He kissed her once more.
"Draco, I love you." she whispered. "But we have to wait until after dinner. Until Delia is asleep." She said with sadness.
"I agree. Let's go unpack you're stuff. I'm never letting you leave again! Mwahahahaha..."
--End Dream--
She sat up in bed. 6:27 a.m. Damnit. It was a good dream. Why couldn't she finish it? She pulled off her covers and quickly began working on what she had begun the night before. 'Wiggle your big toe. Come on girl. Wiggle your big toe.'
Hours passed and Hermione had thrown up twice. Three times the nurse had come in, and three times Hermione had begged for privacy. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, something happened. Her big toes ... they actually wiggled. If she hadn't been paralyzed, Hermione would have jumped for joy. She was now encouraged to continue her task and move the rest of her toes. That would take some more work.
But it would be well worth it.
A/N... Soo... how did you like it? I hope you do. Maybe this will answer some of your questions about charming the wheelchair. I'll try and update soon. I had written a fourth chapter already (once where Malfoy makes his first real appearance) and started the fifth chapter, but it was erased from my computer so I have to start over. I'll try and get it out soon. Thanks to all my reviewers and please, review for this chapter too. I would love to know what you think. You guys are the greatest.
Chapter 3: Paralysis
Days had passed since Sarah had visited. Hermione began to think that she would never return. But one day, she did. It was night - 7:00 pm. She walked in and placed five large books on the edge of Hermione's bed.
"This is all that I was able to find. One is on ancient magic. I looked through it and a bunch of the curses were long forgotten. Be careful not to let anyone see it. Some of the spells can be extremely harmful- many are fatal. I really advise you taking extreme care of all of these books. They were put in the Restricted Section for a reason."
Hermione smiled her first real smile since before the war. "Thank you so much, Sarah. I'm forever grateful. I'd love to chat with you but I have so much reading to do. I'll see you later." Hermione grabbed the book on the top and quickly began reading. By midnight her eyelids were heavy and she had found nothing to help her. She fell asleep with the book in her lap.
---
The next day, she woke up later than usual, at 7:00. She quickly hid all the books. The doctor always came to visit around 7:30 and she didn't want him to find them. She reached over and pressed the button for the nurse.
"Hello, Hermione. What can I do for you this morning?" the nurse asked exhaustedly as soon as she walked in. Apparently, Hermione had become the most needy patient within the past two days in all of St. Mungo's.
"I'm so sorry but I was wondering if I could get a copy of the Daily Prophet this morning. I would love something to read. Oh yeah, and I'm extremely hungry. Could you possibly get me something from the cafeteria? Thanks, Simona. You're a doll." Hermione figured that if she was going to have to be here, then she was going to take full advantage of the help provided. Maybe they would get so sick of her eventually that they would kick her out.
The nurse left and came back in a few minutes with a tray. "Here. I got you some eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. Here's a copy of the Daily Prophet. Anything else you need?"
"Well it is quite cool in here. Would you mind getting me a blanket?"
The nurse went to a closet inside the room. "Anything else?" She asked with an annoyed tone.
"No. That will be all. Tell the doctor I'm awake so if he wants to come early, he can feel free to."
"Will do." Simona left and Hermione began to eat. She didn't eat much though. Just the toast and when she was finished she began drinking her coffee. 'Man would I kill for a Dunckachino from Dunkin Donuts right about now.' She thought to herself.
The door swung open and in walked the doctor. "Hello, Miss. Granger. The nurse informed me you were awake. How are you this morning?"
"I'm fine Doctor Rheiner. Thank you very much. And you?"
"I'm doing great for an man of my age." Hermione looked at him for the first time. He looked old. He had bags under his eyes and wrinkles all over his face. He wore glasses and his hair- was non existent. He was going bald. Hermione had never realized how old he was.
"Well that's good to hear." she replied.
"Now... the nurses told me you've been asking to get a wheel chair."
"Yes. I would very much like to try to get around on my own."
"I don't think that's a very good idea."
"May I ask why not?"
"Of course. It's simple Hermione. The curse that was inflicted upon you, well it was ancient and there are none who know what exactly it was that hit you. I believe it was a 'paralism' spell. It paralyzes a person to a certain extent. Death Eaters used to use this spell in order to terrorize their enemies. It would drive them crazy. You are strong enough to endure it, however. The wizarding community applauds you for it. But this curse, it can have other side effects. Have you ever noticed while the nurses are helping you get into the wheelchair in order to get you places that you suddenly feel faint and woozy?" She nodded. "That's the effects of the spell. I am afraid that it gets more severe with the more stress you put on yourself. I have to go now. I have my rounds to make. I'll be back in two weeks. Then we'll discuss further you getting in a wheel chair." He left and Hermione was thankful the second he was gone.
She hated him with every bone in her body. She hated the fact that he could always find someway to hold her back. He intimidated the nurses... they wouldn't let her do anything without checking with him first. And he made up perfectly good reasons why she couldn't get the wheelchair.
She picked up one of her books and began to read. 'I'll do this with or without his help. With or without anyone's help. I'm all alone.' She looked over at Draco and changed her mind about her last thought. 'I'm not ALL alone. I do have Draco.' She continued reading the book on ancient magic until hours later when she found something useful.
PARALISIS
The incantation, Paralism, is used by dark wizards. It is used against foes they find extremely threatening. Once a wizard or a witch is hit with this curse half of their body is paralyzed. There is no cure for this curse. The paralyzed person may in a period of time, long or short depending on the will of the wizard, be able to walk again. It would take much effort and hard work. But for the rest of their lives, when they strain themselves from hard work, they will become nauseous and need rest. It would be very difficult for a wizard to walk again after this curse and there are only two instances in the history of magic when this has happened.
One wizard, very strong, was attacked by none other than Salazar Slytherin with this curse. This wizard was Godric Gryffindor. It took him six months to walk again. The other instance was a weaker wizard, however stronger than many. His name was Shane Smith. It took him five years to recover. Both are now dead but it was not from the curse. There is no record of any deaths from this curse. None have died from it.
Hermione stopped reading. So she COULD recover. She thought to herself for a few moments and then decided. She would begin her efforts tonight, when the nurses weren't paying attention. 'YES! SOON I WILL BE HEALED!' She thought.
That night, Hermione pulled off her covers and began working hard. You could see it in her face. She was using all of her strength to just move her toes. 'Come on... just move. Wiggle your big toe, Hermione.' nothing. 'Come on.' She sat in strain for about forty five minutes. Nothing except a major headache and some vomiting. Luckily she had a garbage can right next to her bed.
It was half past 10 and Hermione was fatigued from all of the stress. 'Maybe I'll rest now and begin again tomorrow.' She pressed the button and a nurse came in.
"Yes, Miss. Granger?"
"I need to brush my teeth. Could you bring me my toothbrush, toothpaste, and a cup of water please? Oh and please take the garbage away. I kind of ... lost my dinner."
The nurse left with the garbage and returned a few minutes later with the things Hermione asked for and without the garbage. "Thank you very much." Hermione quickly brushed her teeth, rinsed her mouth with the water, and dismissed the nurse. "thank you very much. I won't be needing anything else." The nurse left and Hermione thought silently to herself. 'Wonder why I've never seen her here before. Oh well. Now, I'll go to sleep and tomorrow, I will begin again. I know that if I can just wiggle my toes, the rest will follow.'
She went to sleep that night, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, they were comforting.
--Dream--
Hermione is walking towards a house. Yes, she's is walking. The house is large and it feels like home. It was green on the outside. Dark green with black shudders. She opened the door and called out, "I'm home."
She heard a child running quickly shouting, "Mummy! Daddy, mummy's home!" The little girl rounded the corner and ran straight into Hermione's eyes. "Mummy! We've missed you so much!" the little girl exclaimed.
"I've missed you to Delia. How are you? Did daddy take care of you?"
"I'll have you know that I am a very good father, that you very much." a voice drawled with fake hurt in his voice.
"Sweetheart, you know I was only kidding. So how did you two do on your own? I hope not too poorly?"
The man came over to her and embraced her in a loving hug. "Baby, when are you going to learn that you are not the key to keeping us healthy and safe." He said with a smile.
"But Daddy, I had to go to the hospital and get five stitches!" Delia said with confusion. "When Mummy is not here, I always hurt myself."
Hermione laughed, knowing that her daughter was just accident prone and her husband did as fine of a job as she could have done. "It's all right. As long as everyone is alive and well. Now, let's get some dinner on the table."
"No need. Hibby is working on it." Hibby was the house elf.
"Well then, Delia why don't you go and wash up while Daddy and I go unpack my suitcase."
"okay!" She ran off quickly and as soon as she was gone, Hermione kissed him.
"I've missed you so much, sweetheart. You have no idea."
"I think I do. I could hardly sleep without you right beside me. I wish you hadn't gone away for so long. I missed you with all my heart." He kissed her once more.
"Draco, I love you." she whispered. "But we have to wait until after dinner. Until Delia is asleep." She said with sadness.
"I agree. Let's go unpack you're stuff. I'm never letting you leave again! Mwahahahaha..."
--End Dream--
She sat up in bed. 6:27 a.m. Damnit. It was a good dream. Why couldn't she finish it? She pulled off her covers and quickly began working on what she had begun the night before. 'Wiggle your big toe. Come on girl. Wiggle your big toe.'
Hours passed and Hermione had thrown up twice. Three times the nurse had come in, and three times Hermione had begged for privacy. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, something happened. Her big toes ... they actually wiggled. If she hadn't been paralyzed, Hermione would have jumped for joy. She was now encouraged to continue her task and move the rest of her toes. That would take some more work.
But it would be well worth it.
A/N... Soo... how did you like it? I hope you do. Maybe this will answer some of your questions about charming the wheelchair. I'll try and update soon. I had written a fourth chapter already (once where Malfoy makes his first real appearance) and started the fifth chapter, but it was erased from my computer so I have to start over. I'll try and get it out soon. Thanks to all my reviewers and please, review for this chapter too. I would love to know what you think. You guys are the greatest.