CHAPTER 5
"What?" Asked Hermione in a frightened voice. Professor Dumbledore patted her hand and proceeded to tell her what Schlechtes Traumland was.
"Hermione, what happened to you seems to be a curse that expels you from this plane to the Dream world. Most cases of this do not bring any harm to the person entering the dreamland unless they were forced into it. The person that helped you, or forced you, into the dreamland can sometimes get the same dream of the person they helped into the dream world. If Mr. Potter was to help you into the dream world he would be able to see into your dreams. So my question to you is: Do you remember anything about the past hour or two?"
Hermione glanced from her hands, which were intertwined together, to Dumbledore's eyes. "Professor, I have no idea. All I remember is waking up in a hallway and lying in my own blood. I have a question for you, Professor. When I woke up, I noticed I had lost a lot of blood, but I still was able to run to the Gryffindor tower without much problem, and I lost a lot of blood on the way there and here..." Madam Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore and back to Hermione with the strangest look on her face. Dumbledore looked back at her then turned to Hermione when she coughed as if to say, okay, you can tell me now.
"Well, I think it has to do with the fact that someone pushed you into the dream world. It might have been a side-effect. They might have cast a spell upon you for you to feel pain but not die."
"But I don't feel any pain." [Editor's note: a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now. *breaks into Eponine's dying song.*]
Dumbledore looked at Hermione sadly and said, "I don't know. We'll have to look into that, but for now you need your rest." He then turned to Madam Pomfrey.
"Will you check her for any signs of a mark they might have left?" She nodded and he walked out of the hospital.
Dumbledore walked to the Gryffindor common room to talk to Hermione's friends. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George looked up from the books when Dumbledore walked in.
"Professor, we were looking for any curses or spells that might have made those marks." Ron and Fred nodded while Harry stared at Dumbledore.
"We know what made those marks, but we don't know who. I need you boys to watch Hermione and see if there is anything odd about the person talking to her or if someone is trying to hurt her. Mainly I need you all to watch her to make sure she doesn't get hurt."
Harry nodded and Ron glanced around the room grimly as if to find someone hiding in the corners listening to their conversation.
"What was it that did that to her?" Harry asked. Dumbledore proceeded to tell them about Schlechtes Traumland. Harry's eyes flashed and his hands fisted at his sides. Ron stood up quickly and started to pace the room.
"When will we get to go see her?" Said Harry quietly.
"In a little while, she needs her rest now. Oh yes, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, will you look up memory charms for me? It might help Hermione get her memory back." Ron nodded furiously. Dumbledore paced out of the room.
Harry and Ron ambled out of the Gryffindor common room toward the library. As they strode in silence, they saw a shadow walking in the direction of the dungeons. Harry pointed silently at the shadow. He and Ron took out their wands and followed it. When they turned the corner they saw the chance. They raced toward the figure as they bent down to pick something up.
"You there, stop!" shouted Harry as they got to the figure.
When Ron picked the person up and said, "What do you think you're doing walking around?" Ron and Harry gasped when they saw that the person standing there was none other than Hermione Granger looking good as new.
Author's Note: What do you think? You guys know I have to leave cliffhangers so you have to read more. Hehe. Sorry I took so long but you know I had school and all. YAY! Morgan read my story! Review! I'll give you a shinny nickel. *Passes out cookie to all who are reading this* thank you for reading my story and I hope to get the next chapter up soon. Bye! *Waves furiously*
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"What?" Asked Hermione in a frightened voice. Professor Dumbledore patted her hand and proceeded to tell her what Schlechtes Traumland was.
"Hermione, what happened to you seems to be a curse that expels you from this plane to the Dream world. Most cases of this do not bring any harm to the person entering the dreamland unless they were forced into it. The person that helped you, or forced you, into the dreamland can sometimes get the same dream of the person they helped into the dream world. If Mr. Potter was to help you into the dream world he would be able to see into your dreams. So my question to you is: Do you remember anything about the past hour or two?"
Hermione glanced from her hands, which were intertwined together, to Dumbledore's eyes. "Professor, I have no idea. All I remember is waking up in a hallway and lying in my own blood. I have a question for you, Professor. When I woke up, I noticed I had lost a lot of blood, but I still was able to run to the Gryffindor tower without much problem, and I lost a lot of blood on the way there and here..." Madam Pomfrey looked at Dumbledore and back to Hermione with the strangest look on her face. Dumbledore looked back at her then turned to Hermione when she coughed as if to say, okay, you can tell me now.
"Well, I think it has to do with the fact that someone pushed you into the dream world. It might have been a side-effect. They might have cast a spell upon you for you to feel pain but not die."
"But I don't feel any pain." [Editor's note: a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now. *breaks into Eponine's dying song.*]
Dumbledore looked at Hermione sadly and said, "I don't know. We'll have to look into that, but for now you need your rest." He then turned to Madam Pomfrey.
"Will you check her for any signs of a mark they might have left?" She nodded and he walked out of the hospital.
Dumbledore walked to the Gryffindor common room to talk to Hermione's friends. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George looked up from the books when Dumbledore walked in.
"Professor, we were looking for any curses or spells that might have made those marks." Ron and Fred nodded while Harry stared at Dumbledore.
"We know what made those marks, but we don't know who. I need you boys to watch Hermione and see if there is anything odd about the person talking to her or if someone is trying to hurt her. Mainly I need you all to watch her to make sure she doesn't get hurt."
Harry nodded and Ron glanced around the room grimly as if to find someone hiding in the corners listening to their conversation.
"What was it that did that to her?" Harry asked. Dumbledore proceeded to tell them about Schlechtes Traumland. Harry's eyes flashed and his hands fisted at his sides. Ron stood up quickly and started to pace the room.
"When will we get to go see her?" Said Harry quietly.
"In a little while, she needs her rest now. Oh yes, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, will you look up memory charms for me? It might help Hermione get her memory back." Ron nodded furiously. Dumbledore paced out of the room.
Harry and Ron ambled out of the Gryffindor common room toward the library. As they strode in silence, they saw a shadow walking in the direction of the dungeons. Harry pointed silently at the shadow. He and Ron took out their wands and followed it. When they turned the corner they saw the chance. They raced toward the figure as they bent down to pick something up.
"You there, stop!" shouted Harry as they got to the figure.
When Ron picked the person up and said, "What do you think you're doing walking around?" Ron and Harry gasped when they saw that the person standing there was none other than Hermione Granger looking good as new.
Author's Note: What do you think? You guys know I have to leave cliffhangers so you have to read more. Hehe. Sorry I took so long but you know I had school and all. YAY! Morgan read my story! Review! I'll give you a shinny nickel. *Passes out cookie to all who are reading this* thank you for reading my story and I hope to get the next chapter up soon. Bye! *Waves furiously*
Editor's Note: Your lovely author's internet is screwey, so thank me for posting for her. I said thank me! NOW, SLAVES! *cracks whip* .ahem. *grin* have a nice day. -Brooky. Is. STONED.