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I'm sorry for how slow this story is going. I keep typing and typing and i dont seem to be getting anywhere. I will try to get to the romance as fast as i can.
Chapter 4 (The letter)
The next few days went by, so quickly, it was almost time for Harry to leave the hospital and go back to school. He was still having some difficulty getting used to the wheelchair he had to use, but was happy all the same. Harry was never left alone. Ron and Hermione took turns staying with him during the night, and they both stayed with him during the day. They were filling him in on anything, and everything they could think of that had to do with him. From first year and the troll incident, to the last year with Sirius' death. Harry was remembering stuff right, left, and center. Everyone was pleased with his miraculous recovery. He was remembering names of people, standard spells he learned in his early years at school, and he even remembered how much he hated his potions teacher, Professor Snape. Though some stuff he still could not remember. He couldn't remember what had happened the night of the crash, if only he could remember what happened, then maybe he wouldn't be paralyzed and he would get all his memory back.
It was his last night in the muggle hospital, and it was Hermione's turn to stay with him. It was late into the night and Harry and Hermione were fast asleep. Harry started to toss and turn, thus making the bed creak and waking Hermione up. She put her and on his shoulder and tried to wake him up, but it didn't work. It was like someone was trying to keep him that way, and there was nothing she could do.
'Harry was sitting in his Uncle's car, driving along the highway. Suddenly the car stopped, for no reason. He saw his Uncle, Aunt and cousin, take off their seatbelts and ran out of the car. No one looked back. Harry reached for his seatbelt, but it wasn't coming off. He kept trying and trying, but it didn't budge. He took one last look out the window, into the blinding light, not knowing if he would ever see the light of day again.
Then Harry was in a dark room, he didn't recognize it at all. A hooded figure stepped out into the light and started shooting spells at Harry. Harry didn't know what was happening. He just fell to the ground, yelling and screaming in pain. Then it all went dark.'
Harry was shaking uncontrollably and by now, Hermione was not alone. Ron and Dumbledore had showed up, mere seconds after Harry had gone into this unconscious state. Harry was sweating like crazy and yelling out for help every few minutes. Hermione and Ron were now terrified hugging on to each other for their lives. Dumbledore walked slowly up to Harry's bed, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder, he stopped shaking, but he was muttering things like "Help me, I don't want to die" and "Run, go save yourselves."
Thirty minutes later Harry stopped talking out loud, and lay there motionless. Dumbledore walked up to him and said "Harry, wake up. I need to talk to you." While doing this Dumbledore grabbed a hold of his shoulders and started shaking him until he started to stir. He opened his eyes to three very concerned people. "Harry we need to know what you saw" Dumbledore said. Harry shuddered at the thought of reliving it again, but he knew the Headmaster was right, they needed to know.
"I—I remember. It was like someone wanted me to relive it so I can remember. I was in my uncle's car. We were driving along the highway and then the car just stopped, out of nowhere. My uncle, aunt and cousins got out of the car and ran as far away as they could. I tried to take my seatbelt off, but it wouldn't come off. I started to panic, and I didn't have my wand with me, my uncle made me leave it at home, but I put it in my bag. I looked up and saw a bright light. Then all of a sudden I was in a dark room, and a person started hitting me with spells. Then I woke up" Harry began to cry softly and say, "Why couldn't I get out of the car?" Dumbledore looked up at him, no twinkle in his eyes, and said, "I think I have a hunch, but I'm not sure. I think it was Lord Voldemort; well anyways we should get going, once we are back at school I will see if Madame Pomfrey can make up some sort of concoction, to heal your spine. Maybe you will be able to walk again." Dumbledore left the room, where a very confused Ron and Hermione were, staring at Harry.
Harry was so happy, even Ron could tell how happy he was. His emerald green eyes were glowing with hope, he hated not being able to walk and now he might be able to play quidditch again.
The Weasley's took Harry and Hermione back to the Dursley's house to get Harry's school stuff. When Vernon opened the door he was in complete shock. He was looking down at Harry, in his wheelchair, and glancing up at everyone who was with him. "Sorry to bother you Uncle Vernon, but if it is no trouble I would like to gather my belongings, the Weasley's said I can live with them now. So I won't ever need to come back here again." "Very well, go get your stuff and then get you and your freak friends out of my house." After a few minutes gathering his stuff and putting it all in his trunk, him and his friends were out of the house and on their way to the Burrow.
Once they got there, they helped Harry up the stairs, and into Ron's bedroom. He didn't want to cause any more trouble so he told them he would stay upstairs until he was needed downstairs to eat. Ron and Hermione stayed with him and talked about the upcoming school year. A couple hours later, they heard Mrs. Weasley yelling at them to come down for supper. They walked downstairs, with Ron and Hermione on either side of Harry, helping him down. 'Don't drop him, steady, you can do it Hermione, just don't drop him, if you do, you could hurt him, or worse kill him.' Ron was thinking the same thing. Anything that could hurt Harry, could be deadly.
After dinner was over, Harry picked up his dishes and rolled over to the sink. He couldn't reach the sink, and was trying as hard as he could to reach the counter top, so he could go back up to his room. Ron saw this, and quickly finished eating and took his plate to the sink, when he got there he took Harry's out of his hands and put them in the sink too. "Thanks" Ron looked down at his friend and said "Don't mention it, whenever you need help at school, don't hesitate to ask." "Mrs. Weasley." "Yes Harry dear, is everything okay?" "Yes, I was just wondering when are we going to get our school supplies?" "Oh don't worry about that. It's already been taken care of." "Okay, thanks."
Harry went to bed before anyone else. He of course still needed the help of his friends to get him there, but they didn't stay. The next morning Ron awoke to the noise of books being thrown around and clothes being tossed in his face. He sat up in his bed and saw Harry, looking as desperate as ever trying to find something. "Mate, slow down, what'cha looking for?" "This letter. I can't find it anymore. I need to find it before anyone reads it." "Who's it to?" "No one" "No one? Come on I know you better than that. I think it's for Hermione. Am I right?" Harry sighed in deeply and said "Yah. Now can you help me find it before she reads it." "Yah, but may I ask what's so important that you wrote in it that she can't read? Did you tell her how you feel about her?" "Yes, now can you help me?" "Of course. You don't have to ask twice?"
They spent hours looking for it, but no such luck. They decided to go down to breakfast. Ron was having a very difficult time carrying Harry down in his wheelchair, so Harry got out of it and helped Ron by leaning onto the railing. It took them 15 minutes to get down the stairs and then Ron had to go back up to get his wheelchair.
During breakfast Harry noticed Hermione had a piece of parchment hanging out of one of her pockets. He recognized it within seconds. He immediately dropped his fork, and began breathing rather loud. He was getting dizzy, and everything started to blur. Mrs. Weasley ran over to him, just in time to make sure he didn't flip backwards in his wheelchair. He woke up seconds later, still in shock. He just kept rambling on and on "No-- she couldn't have-- I had it --why did I—dumb—smart move there" No one could understand a thing he was saying. After a few minutes he calmed down and asked Ron to take him upstairs, Ron groaned at this but took him anyways. Harry told Ron about the letter he saw in Hermione's pocket, and knew that's why he freaked out. "Don't worry mate, we'll just talk to her on the train." This calmed Harry down.
A few hours later, they were on the train, waving good-bye to everyone. They found an empty compartment and Harry, with all his strength, tried to get out of his wheelchair and onto one of the seats. He failed yet again and landed on the floor. Hermione ran to him and tried to help him up. But he wouldn't let her. "I can do this." Harry spent half the train ride trying to get up onto the seat, but he couldn't. So he decided to stay on the floor for the rest of the way.
They were almost there, when three people stepped in. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle. "Potter!" Malfoy said with pure hatred. "Having trouble. Why don't you let your mudblood girlfriend over there help you up. She'd be more than happy to." Right before they left, Harry heard him mutter something under his breath, but took no notice to it. "Hermione, I think I need to talk to you." "What about." "About that letter you have. I know you have it, I saw it at breakfast." "Oh, you did. Well I saw it in your pocket in the hospital, and I saw my name on it, so I read it. I'm so sorry." Her eyes started to become watery. "It's okay. I just wish that it wasn't when I was in the hospital. So do you feel the same way then?" Ron was watching this conversation with open ears, not wanting to miss any of it. "Of course I do Harry. I have for a long time now." Harry began smiling like there was no tomorrow. Hermione walked over towards him and sat on the floor with him for the remainder of the ride.
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