Disclaimer: I don't own a thing! Maybe part of the plot but it's definitely
been done before, so I digress.
Summary: Hermione's last good-bye is saved for someone special.
A/N: Hey! I finally updated, sorry it took so long! My computer died and then I couldn't think of where to go with this. I'm going to go back and forth between the present and past (being the summer of their 6th year at Hogwarts). This chapter's short but next will be longer, please enjoy...
Chapter 1: What?
Hermione floated in nothingness. It was like being underwater but there were no feelings, no coldness, and no dampness, just her thoughts. 'I must be dead,' she thought. She'd been preparing for this day even since you found out about her condition but now that it had come she didn't want to leave. She still needed to help Ron with his homework, she still wanted to help Harry destroy Voldemort and she still had to teach Draco how to love.
She remembered the day she found out about her sickness. It was just after 6th year, she'd come home for the summer but was plagued by headaches and several blackouts. Her family doctor found nothing wrong, so she ignored them, until she started having weird magical surges and dots in front of her eyes. Her parents took her to a clinic on Diagon Alley. Where they finally figured out what was wrong...
"What?" Hermione jumped at the sound of her father's voice. She turned and wrapped her arms around him for comfort. They had been staring at a magical display of Hermione's brain.
Her mother's eyes misted, "What....exactly is happening to her?"
The Mediwitch sighed, "It would seem Hermione has a serious virus, called Mugizidicopia."
The parents stared at her blankly. Hermione's eyes went wide, she knew something was wrong when she started to have blackouts and strange magic surges, but never this.
Hermione's father's face darkened, " What kind of magic...thing is THIS?"
The Mediwitch struggled for a way to explain in "muggle terms".
Hermione had read about the virus and gathered the courage to speak, "It's a rare kind of virus...that attacks muggle-borns, like me,...it's like a tumor in the brain...except more serious." Her voice wavered and cracked.
Her mother pulled her closer and tears formed at the edge of her eyes.
The mediwitch took over, "For most muggle-borns there's no problem, but with certain blood types, combined with certain genes and magical ability, can create tumors in the brain. When Hermione hit puberty and started using a larger portion of her brain to do magic the bad cells started to multiply to the point where they disrupted the normal functions of the brain. It only seems to occur in muggle-borns who were not born into magic and have damaged cells that grow faster upon the use of magic."
Hermione's father stood up and started to pace the room, "How did this go unnoticed?"
"Well, Hermione was away at school and usually we don't check for these kind of things at a regular check-ups, plus most muggle machinery can't pick it up. We only noticed that there must be something wrong because Hermione was having eye trouble connected to problems with the optic nerve in her brain. Brains have no pain receptors so there seemed to be no problem until the "tumor" grew on her optic nerve. When you told me of her symptoms I decided a brain scan was in order," the mediwitch continued in a professional tone.
Hermione searched her memory again for something, some piece of information that could help her, from all the books she'd read on muggle- borns and wizards. She knew surgery wouldn't work, the Mediwitch had shown them the scan and the tumor had branched out, it could not be removed without damaging her nervous system or leaving her brain dead. She searched her mind for successful recoveries she'd read about, nothing came to mind.
Hermione's mother finally asked the feared question, "What can we do to fix it?"
Hermione saw the mediwitch hesitate. Hermione understood, she turned away from her parents and looked at the floor, " Nothing, mommy." Tears traced their way down her face, "I'm going to die."
A/N: THANKS FOR READING! And thank you for all my reviews! Sorry there was no Draco in this chapter but there will be in next! I'd also like to point out I do no biology, so if my explanation seems weird don't mind it, it's a made up disease! Please tell me what you think. Next chapter Draco carrying Hermione to the hospital wing! -Sapphire
A/N: Hey! I finally updated, sorry it took so long! My computer died and then I couldn't think of where to go with this. I'm going to go back and forth between the present and past (being the summer of their 6th year at Hogwarts). This chapter's short but next will be longer, please enjoy...
Chapter 1: What?
Hermione floated in nothingness. It was like being underwater but there were no feelings, no coldness, and no dampness, just her thoughts. 'I must be dead,' she thought. She'd been preparing for this day even since you found out about her condition but now that it had come she didn't want to leave. She still needed to help Ron with his homework, she still wanted to help Harry destroy Voldemort and she still had to teach Draco how to love.
She remembered the day she found out about her sickness. It was just after 6th year, she'd come home for the summer but was plagued by headaches and several blackouts. Her family doctor found nothing wrong, so she ignored them, until she started having weird magical surges and dots in front of her eyes. Her parents took her to a clinic on Diagon Alley. Where they finally figured out what was wrong...
"What?" Hermione jumped at the sound of her father's voice. She turned and wrapped her arms around him for comfort. They had been staring at a magical display of Hermione's brain.
Her mother's eyes misted, "What....exactly is happening to her?"
The Mediwitch sighed, "It would seem Hermione has a serious virus, called Mugizidicopia."
The parents stared at her blankly. Hermione's eyes went wide, she knew something was wrong when she started to have blackouts and strange magic surges, but never this.
Hermione's father's face darkened, " What kind of magic...thing is THIS?"
The Mediwitch struggled for a way to explain in "muggle terms".
Hermione had read about the virus and gathered the courage to speak, "It's a rare kind of virus...that attacks muggle-borns, like me,...it's like a tumor in the brain...except more serious." Her voice wavered and cracked.
Her mother pulled her closer and tears formed at the edge of her eyes.
The mediwitch took over, "For most muggle-borns there's no problem, but with certain blood types, combined with certain genes and magical ability, can create tumors in the brain. When Hermione hit puberty and started using a larger portion of her brain to do magic the bad cells started to multiply to the point where they disrupted the normal functions of the brain. It only seems to occur in muggle-borns who were not born into magic and have damaged cells that grow faster upon the use of magic."
Hermione's father stood up and started to pace the room, "How did this go unnoticed?"
"Well, Hermione was away at school and usually we don't check for these kind of things at a regular check-ups, plus most muggle machinery can't pick it up. We only noticed that there must be something wrong because Hermione was having eye trouble connected to problems with the optic nerve in her brain. Brains have no pain receptors so there seemed to be no problem until the "tumor" grew on her optic nerve. When you told me of her symptoms I decided a brain scan was in order," the mediwitch continued in a professional tone.
Hermione searched her memory again for something, some piece of information that could help her, from all the books she'd read on muggle- borns and wizards. She knew surgery wouldn't work, the Mediwitch had shown them the scan and the tumor had branched out, it could not be removed without damaging her nervous system or leaving her brain dead. She searched her mind for successful recoveries she'd read about, nothing came to mind.
Hermione's mother finally asked the feared question, "What can we do to fix it?"
Hermione saw the mediwitch hesitate. Hermione understood, she turned away from her parents and looked at the floor, " Nothing, mommy." Tears traced their way down her face, "I'm going to die."
A/N: THANKS FOR READING! And thank you for all my reviews! Sorry there was no Draco in this chapter but there will be in next! I'd also like to point out I do no biology, so if my explanation seems weird don't mind it, it's a made up disease! Please tell me what you think. Next chapter Draco carrying Hermione to the hospital wing! -Sapphire