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AN – some short notes before I start I'm sorry this took so long but I've been applying to colleges, I've been swamped in dance auditions, I graduate next week, and I have a play on in three weeks. Sorry I'm a bit preoccupied. Well if anyone actually reads these things, enjoy. Oh and although my beta has this she hasn't sent it back so I just wanted to get it out I'll put the nice polished one up later, Thank you Carolyn.
Chapter 3 – Death or something like that
Everything was dark and swirling. It seemed to go on forever. It was a world of exile and pain was there was no pain there was nothing at all.
"Is she Okay?" yelled Lavender.
"What happened?" called another.
Suddenly over the confused mob in Gryffindor tower a calm slow voice was heard.
"Do you know when she'll wake up?" Harry asked.
"No I'm sorry but there is no way of knowing," McGonagall said sadly, "She lost a lot of blood and she is suffering from a severe concussion." Professor McGonagall replied.
"Oh," was the only response from the Gryffindors.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you more but nobody can know for sure what happened before she wakes up. I'll tell you immediately if there is any change."
With that McGonagall turned and walked quickly out of the room before she broke into tears.
This must be what dying feels like. I must be dying, but why? What happened? Where is that light coming from I thought when you died...
"Who told you she was responding to people again?" Ron asked breathlessly as he and Harry ran down the halls to the Infirmary.
"Snape, but does it really matter? She's going to come back soon."
"Why would Snape care what happened to her anyways?"
"Don't you know?" asked Harry "He found her and brought her back."
"Oh"
Harry and Ron had reached the infirmary and knocked carefully on the door before entering. They moved quietly toward Hermione's bed.
"She looks just the same as...." Ron broke off as Harry nudged him hard in the ribs.
"It doesn't matter what she looks like she's getting better."
"How did Snape know she was responding to people, she doesn't respond to us."
The light is coming back it's flooding in...it's like I'm being cursed all over again...I shouldn't scream just ask him to...he will stop? He's human? ...I suppose...
Just then a strangled voice came from the bed "Where is it? Why am I here? Stop, please stop." It mewled.
"Hermione, Hermione are you there, is that you?" asked Ron.
"Go away, leave me alone, don't come near me!" Hermione said as her voice rose.
"What is going on here?" demanded Madame Pomprey as she whipped through the crisp white curtains to see Harry and Ron standing over a wild Hermione.
Hermione's head was thrown back and her eyes were closed and curses were flowing out of her mouth.
"Bastard! Stop oh please stop! You filthy son of a bitch! ..."
"What on earth is going on in here?" A deep voice bellowed from the doorway.
Hermione's screaming and curses stopped abruptly. She sat straight up in her bed and her eyes snapped open looking directly at Severus and no one else. As she sat up her sheets fell away to reveal her hospital robes, now torn to shreds from her thrashing.
"Oh hullo Professor nice day isn't it?" said Hermione perfectly calm.
Then almost immediately she slumped over and fell off her bed unconscious.
"What the Hell!?!" yelled an extremely confused Ron.
"Mr. Weasley please watch your mouth or I will be forced to remove you from the hospital wing."
"Sorry Madame Pomphrey," grumbled a dejected Ron.
"Come on Ron we have to go to class," mumbled Harry.
"Okay, let's get on with it then." Ron stalked out of the hospital wing throwing a cold glare at the Potions Master just before he walked out of the door.
Thank you to all of the reviewers, I will respond personally later. But Riz-chan sorry this took so long errm yeah ducks and hides
And a really big super huge thanks to my Beta Carolyn, you are fabulous!!
AN – some short notes before I start I'm sorry this took so long but I've been applying to colleges, I've been swamped in dance auditions, I graduate next week, and I have a play on in three weeks. Sorry I'm a bit preoccupied. Well if anyone actually reads these things, enjoy. Oh and although my beta has this she hasn't sent it back so I just wanted to get it out I'll put the nice polished one up later, Thank you Carolyn.
Chapter 3 – Death or something like that
Everything was dark and swirling. It seemed to go on forever. It was a world of exile and pain was there was no pain there was nothing at all.
"Is she Okay?" yelled Lavender.
"What happened?" called another.
Suddenly over the confused mob in Gryffindor tower a calm slow voice was heard.
"Do you know when she'll wake up?" Harry asked.
"No I'm sorry but there is no way of knowing," McGonagall said sadly, "She lost a lot of blood and she is suffering from a severe concussion." Professor McGonagall replied.
"Oh," was the only response from the Gryffindors.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you more but nobody can know for sure what happened before she wakes up. I'll tell you immediately if there is any change."
With that McGonagall turned and walked quickly out of the room before she broke into tears.
This must be what dying feels like. I must be dying, but why? What happened? Where is that light coming from I thought when you died...
"Who told you she was responding to people again?" Ron asked breathlessly as he and Harry ran down the halls to the Infirmary.
"Snape, but does it really matter? She's going to come back soon."
"Why would Snape care what happened to her anyways?"
"Don't you know?" asked Harry "He found her and brought her back."
"Oh"
Harry and Ron had reached the infirmary and knocked carefully on the door before entering. They moved quietly toward Hermione's bed.
"She looks just the same as...." Ron broke off as Harry nudged him hard in the ribs.
"It doesn't matter what she looks like she's getting better."
"How did Snape know she was responding to people, she doesn't respond to us."
The light is coming back it's flooding in...it's like I'm being cursed all over again...I shouldn't scream just ask him to...he will stop? He's human? ...I suppose...
Just then a strangled voice came from the bed "Where is it? Why am I here? Stop, please stop." It mewled.
"Hermione, Hermione are you there, is that you?" asked Ron.
"Go away, leave me alone, don't come near me!" Hermione said as her voice rose.
"What is going on here?" demanded Madame Pomprey as she whipped through the crisp white curtains to see Harry and Ron standing over a wild Hermione.
Hermione's head was thrown back and her eyes were closed and curses were flowing out of her mouth.
"Bastard! Stop oh please stop! You filthy son of a bitch! ..."
"What on earth is going on in here?" A deep voice bellowed from the doorway.
Hermione's screaming and curses stopped abruptly. She sat straight up in her bed and her eyes snapped open looking directly at Severus and no one else. As she sat up her sheets fell away to reveal her hospital robes, now torn to shreds from her thrashing.
"Oh hullo Professor nice day isn't it?" said Hermione perfectly calm.
Then almost immediately she slumped over and fell off her bed unconscious.
"What the Hell!?!" yelled an extremely confused Ron.
"Mr. Weasley please watch your mouth or I will be forced to remove you from the hospital wing."
"Sorry Madame Pomphrey," grumbled a dejected Ron.
"Come on Ron we have to go to class," mumbled Harry.
"Okay, let's get on with it then." Ron stalked out of the hospital wing throwing a cold glare at the Potions Master just before he walked out of the door.
Thank you to all of the reviewers, I will respond personally later. But Riz-chan sorry this took so long errm yeah ducks and hides
And a really big super huge thanks to my Beta Carolyn, you are fabulous!!