Chapter 5 (A mouthful)
Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a second and during
that second their eyes locked, they both saw the look of fear and
despair in both their eyes. Tears were beginning to fall down
Hermione's rosy colored cheeks while her and Ron started running
towards the dark figure standing above Harry. The figure turned
around and saw the two kids running towards him. He quickly floated
away into the Dark Forest. Ron and Hermione began running as fast
as they could towards Harry's limp body. As soon as they got there
they noticed that Harry had various wounds all over his body. His
face was cut up, his glasses were cracked, his robes were ripped and
his hands were torn into shreds.
Hermione broke down at the sight of this. "Hermione you can't
do this right here right now, we have to get him inside." "You're
right, I can't do this now, but just look at him, he's been beaten up,
again!" "Wingardium Leviosa" Ron said with his wand pointed
directly at Harry. Harry's body started to float up into the air. His
limp figure was all over the place, he had no control over his body.
They quickly ran into the castle and ran all the way to the hospital
wing. They propped him down on one of the white beds and just as
his body touched the white covers, Madame Pomfrey came storming
in. "What happened to him? Why didn't you bring him in sooner?
Dear GOD this better not have been from Quidditch or I will make
sure of it he won't be playing anymore!" Hermione and Ron looked at
her with confused expressions, its not like they knew all the answers.
"We don't know what happened to him, we just found him outside."
Ron looked at Hermione and she knew what he was thinking, she
gestured towards him that they shouldn't tell her about the black
figure that they found standing over him. Hermione knew they would
have to tell someone, but that someone would be Dumbledore. "Well
we better get Dumbledore in here to make sure he's alright seeing as
he knows everything" Madame Pomfrey said in and annoyed
expression.
A couple minutes later Dumbledore stormed in through the doorwith a bothered look on his face. "May I please speak to the two kids
alone for a minute?" "Ohhh sure why not!" Madame Pomfrey then
left the room and slammed the door. "Well let's get down to business
right away then. Do you know what happened to him?" "No we're
sorry we don't. We just found him lying there out by the Quidditch
pitch. But there was a tall dark figure that was standing over top of
him. We don't know who it was, but when it saw us coming it just
started to uhhh...float away." "I was scared of this" Dumbledore said.
"Why? You have to tell us now that you brought it up." Hermione
said in a 'you better tell us now or else' tone. "Okay I will but you
mustn't treat Harry any differently, he doesn't like that, and you
should know that by now. Well you know that black figure you saw,
well it was most definitely Lord Voldemort, I am actually most
certain it was." Hermione grasped her mouth as she opened in shock.
"This was no coincidence that he just happened to find him there, he
went into his dreams, and then you guys had a fight and he ran off.
Am I right?" "Yah" Ron said shyly. "Well this year is going to be a
tough year for Harry. This year Voldemort got his hands on
something so powerful I can't even speak of it, he is most definitely
going to come after Harry, maybe not in person like today, but in his
thoughts. He is going to be so powerful I'm not so sure that Harry is
going to be able to defeat him. Alone that is." And with that thought
in mind, Dumbledore left the hospital wing for Hermione and Ron to
think and comprehend what he just said.
A couple days later Harry was glad to go back to all his classes.
He had spent four days in the boring hospital wing. He did like his
daily visits with his girlfriend and best friend but he hated missing
Quidditch and just hanging around with his friends. As he walked into
the common room he saw Ron sitting on the couch playing wizards
chess by himself (he usually played with Harry) and Hermione was
deep in thought doing her homework. Harry slowly crept up behind
Hermione, when Ron saw this Harry motioned him not to say
anything. "You are beautiful today!" Hermione jumped and lightly
punched him on the arm. Ron spoke up "hey do you think you're up
for Quidditch tomorrow night?" "I hope so. I can't believe I missed
tryouts. Do you think they'll still let me on the team?" "Sure they
will, no one else tried out for seeker. I think your position is safe."
"That's good, I don't think I could live without playing that once in a
while." Hermione gave him a menacing glare and Harry quickly fixed
his mistake "I meant I don't think I could live with out YOU or
Quidditch" "That's more like it" Harry was glad that he was just
having a nice conversation with his friends not one with a million
questions all at once. But he knew that was soon to come. "I think
I'm going to go to bed now." "It's only 9o'clock. Are you sure you're
okay?" "I'm fine. I just need to get some rest." Ron and Hermione
shared looks of concern as Harry walked upstairs to the boy's dorms.
As they were doing this they didn't notice Harry grab his forehead in
pain as he walked up the stairs to his dorm.