Harry Potter's Last Battle--
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Really long chapter, by my standards anyway.
Chapter 4--
A few days went by and Harry and Hermione never discussed their little argument. But secretly Hermione was suspicious, she couldn't believe Harry would take Nicola's side over hers, especially considering who Nicola was.
Harry and Hermione were decending to the dungeons for their next Potion lesson (Ron wasn't excepted into N.E.W.T. level Potions), they weren't really speaking to each other, Harry was trying to remember how to make a certain healing draught for a test they were going to have today and Hermione didn't want to distract him (she knew how to brew the potion so well she could do it in her sleep.
They stood up against the wall for about five minutes waiting for Snape to open the door to the classroom when Nicola and her friends arrived in the corridor. When Harry saw her, he just looked at his feet and continued to mumble the instructions to the potion under his breath, Hermione, however, glared at Nicola. Much to Hermione's discomfort, Nicola shook off her friends and walked over to her and Harry. "Granger, do you remember what the Arithmancy homework for this evening is? I seem have forgotten..."
Hermione scowled for a moment and then replied rather lazily, "We have to define the qualities of a number eight.....remember?" Then she smiled sarcastically sweet.
"Oh right! Would you mind helping me with that? I've never really understood number charts..." Harry, who never looked up from his feet yet, finally did so and then stared at Hermione as if he was frightened she would say something rude.
"I'd love to." Hermione answered genuinely.
Harry looked taken aback. "Great," Nicola said, "How about this evening, 7 o'clock, in the library?" "Perfect--" Hermione was cut off, Snape opened his door.
"See you later then, Bye Harry." And then Nicola rejoined her friends and filed into the classroom.
Harry and Hermione followed suit and walked over to their favorite table in the back of the room. "This is absolutely perfect," Hermione said gleefully putting her ingredients on the table.
"I thought you didn't like Nicola," Harry said frowning.
"Oh, I don't, but this is the perfect way to spy on her." She said smiling.
"Hermione. Wha--"
Snape then addressed the class, "Today you'll be tested on the Egyptian Healing Draught, I hope some of you will prove to me that I haven't completely been wasting my time teaching you numb-skulls--"
"Well, that wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been," Harry said confidently, joining Ron in the great hall for lunch.
"That's good. Where's Hermione?" Ron asked looking around. Harry looked over his shoulder, he didn't remember her leaving, "Huh, strange... She's probably off some where making a list of questions to interrogate Nicola with tonight."
"Why would she do that?" Ron asked through a mouth of mashed potatos. "Oh, she's helping Nicola with her Arithmancy homework tonight, something about number charts. Pass me some of those, I'm starving." Harry gestered towards the bowl of potatos, "How was herbology?" (Harry dropped this course in his sixth year)
"Same as always. We're studying some plant, I think it's called the Lullaby Weed or something like that. It gives off a scent that intoxicates anything around it--Hermione, where've you been?" Ron said. Hermione was taking a seat next to Ron, she was rather out of breath, "Looking for my book," Hermione took a deep breath, "I must have dropped it somewhere. I just noticed," She took another one, "Coming out of Potions, I just retraced all my steps," And another, "Since breakfast; can't find it. Anyway, what have you two been talking about?" Hermione asked finally catching her breath. "Lullaby Weeds...I'm studing them in Herbology," Ron answered. Hermione was half-mindedly helping herself to a salad, "That's good," she said.
Then Harry and Ron started discussing the quidditch practice they were going to have that night, Hermione, thinking about whether or not she had gotten an 'O' on her Potion, wasn't listening but she caught a few sentences of what they were saying, "Those two are idiots--"
"I know, we're never going to win anything with them knocking all our players off their brooms."
Then Hermione remembered something, "Lullaby Weeds?" She asked, looking up from the table so quickly she slightly pulled something in her neck.
Harry and Ron stopped talking, looking slightly confused, "Uh-huh, why?" Ron asked slowly.
"I've read about those--"
"What else is new?" Ron interupped her rudely. "I've read about those in the book I can't find, what a coincidence."
Nine o'clock that evening Harry and Ron were making their way back up to the castle after just having a particularly grueling Quidditch practice.
"I'm cold," Ron said.
"I'm numb. I don't even remember what being cold feels like," Harry replied miserably.
Ron moaned, "Aren't you lucky?"
"Oh, shut up both of you," Ginny said, annoyed, walking up behind them, "The idiot beater wacked me with his club, I fell fifty feet into two feet of snow and then it started to rain but do you hear me complaining?"
Harry and Ron exchanged sideways glances, "Yes," Ron answered her, smiling.
"Oh, shut up," she said, pushing her way between Ron and Harry, walking up to the castle very quickly. "You said that already," Ron called out to her, she was already twenty feet ahead of them. It seemed as though Ginny said nothing but a few seconds later a distant echo could be heard, "Men are such babies."
"What's up with her," Ron asked bewildered.
"Didn't you hear? 'The idiot beater wacked her with his club, she fell fifity feet into two feet of snow and then it started to rain,'" Harry said grinning.
Ron grinned back then said sarcastically, "Wow, the resemblance between you two is uncanny."
"It is true though, somebody needs to do something about those beaters..."
Entering the Gryffindor common room twenty minutes later, they found Ginny sitting in a chair by the fireplace. When she saw Harry and Ron come in, she immediately ran over to them looking very distressed, her frostiness seemed to have melted, "Hermione's in the hospital wing!"
"What!" Harry and Ron said at the exact same time. "Why?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, Madam Pomfry wouldn't tell me. I saw her levitating Hermione to the hospital...she was unconscious."
"We have to go see her," Harry said promptly, turning to go right back out the Gryffindor portriat.
"No," Ginny replied firmly, grabbing Harry's hand to keep him from leaving, "Madam Pomfry would just tell us to leave, let's wait a little while; until she goes to sleep. Come and sit down, you two look exhausted."
Reluctantly Harry and Ron followed her over to the fire.
"Hermione didn't look....dead, did she?" Ron asked slowly.
Ginny looked slightly uneasy, "No, no. I'm sure someone would have told us if she was--"
Just that moment, Proffesor McGonagall entered the common room, she looked very grave. "Harry, Ron, Ginny. Hermione's in the hospital wing--"
"We know. Is she OK?" Harry asked.
"Is she dead?" Ron asked.
"What happened to her?" Ginny asked.
"Calm down! One question at a time. I understand you three are worried but the nurse said she should be fine. If she's fine, she can't very well be dead, can she Ron? And Ginny, I don't know what happened. You'll have to ask her--"
"Well, can we go see her?" Ginny asked.
Proffesor McGonagall looked slightly affronted at being cut off while speaking but when she answered she sounded sympathetic all the same, "I suppose you may, but I don't see the point, she's still unconscious. Madam Pomfry should be able to revive her soon, she just needs to get some of that Egyptian Healing Draught from Snape. Hermione will awake on her own in the morning, I advise you see her then." "Oh alright" Ginny said looking somewhat crestfallen.
"So, nobody knows what she was hit with?" Ron asked.
"Madam Pomfry seems to think it was the candleholder," Proffesor McGonagall said frowning. "What? It wasn't a spell?" Harry asked bewildered.
"No, it wasn't a spell," Proffesor McGonagall cleared her throught slightly, "A bloody candleholder was found next to her body in the library." There was silence. Then Ron's anger overtook him and he yelled, "Hermione was in the library with Nicola. She must have done it!"
"Mr. Weasley please control yourself and research your theories before you make accusations." Proffesor McGonagall warned.
"What are you talking about, who else could it have been?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, but Nicola was attacked also. She isn't doing as well as Hermione, we don't know if even the Draught will help her," Professor McGonagall said grimly.
"You mean...she could...die?" Harry asked.
"We really don't know."
Next morning Harry, Ron, Ginny and unexpectedly, Neville went to visit Hermione in the infirmary, "She's my friend too," Neville had said when they asked him why he was going.
Harry felt terrible, not just for Hermione but for Nicola as well. He was just starting to think she wasn't that bad and now she could die.
Entering the hospital, Harry noticed that all the beds were individually divided from the rest of the room, so he couldn't see who was in what bed. He walked over to the first one on the right, while Ron, Ginny and Neville walked around searching for Hermione in the other beds. Harry found nobody in the first three beds he searched but in the forth...he found Nicola. She looked very peaceful. A strand of hair was blocking her left eye, Harry found that he was compelled to brush it away, he did...her eye was black. He suddenly felt a surge of hatred that he couldn't explain but he didn't have very long to ponder it because Neville called out that he had found Hermione. Harry walked over to the fifth bed on the opposite side of the room, "She's sleeping," Neville continued.
"Should we wake her up?" Ginny asked.
"No, she should wake up soon, let's just wait a little while," Ron said.
Harry went and pulled up a few chairs around Hermione's bed so that they all could sit down. Neville used this time to ask questions about what happened, "All we know was that someone attacked her and Nicola in the library with a candleholder." Ron explained.
"Nicola...Lestrange?" Neville asked, even though Harry was sure Neville already knew what Nicola they were talking about.
"Of course Nicola Lestrange, what other Nicola would we be talking ab--ouch! Ginny, what the bloody hell was that for?" Ron asked angrily, messaging his foot; Ginny just kicked it. Ginny looked startled that he didn't understand, "Absolutely nothing," she said sarcastically. Then Ron and Ginny started arguing rather loudly, Hermione stirred. "Ron?" Harry asked, Ron didn't hear him. "Ginny?" Harry asked, she didn't hear him. "Do you think you could be a little quieter?" They still didn't hear him, "WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP!"
Ron and Ginny stopped yelling, "Honestly, Harry, you're going to wake Hermione," Ginny said grinning. She was right, Hermione was waking up.
They all stared at her, Hermione rubbed her eyes a few times, she looked around the room and then sat up.
"Hermione?" Ron asked. Hermione didn't answer.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked. She then did something strange, Hermione looked behind herself, as if to see if she was the one he was talking to. When she saw that nobody was behind her, she answered, "Fine."
"You were found in the library, do you remember who attacked you?" Ron asked.
It took a while for her to answer, "No, I don't remember." Harry, Ginny, Ron and Neville looked slightly disappointed, then Hermione spoke again, "I'm sorry, but, where am I? And...who are you?"
They all looked at each other terrified; Hermione couldn't remember them, she couldn't remember anything.
If I don't get anymore reviews I'm not going to continue this story. So, if you like it just take two minutes to tell me you do. Please, please review!!
Really long chapter, by my standards anyway.
Chapter 4--
A few days went by and Harry and Hermione never discussed their little argument. But secretly Hermione was suspicious, she couldn't believe Harry would take Nicola's side over hers, especially considering who Nicola was.
Harry and Hermione were decending to the dungeons for their next Potion lesson (Ron wasn't excepted into N.E.W.T. level Potions), they weren't really speaking to each other, Harry was trying to remember how to make a certain healing draught for a test they were going to have today and Hermione didn't want to distract him (she knew how to brew the potion so well she could do it in her sleep.
They stood up against the wall for about five minutes waiting for Snape to open the door to the classroom when Nicola and her friends arrived in the corridor. When Harry saw her, he just looked at his feet and continued to mumble the instructions to the potion under his breath, Hermione, however, glared at Nicola. Much to Hermione's discomfort, Nicola shook off her friends and walked over to her and Harry. "Granger, do you remember what the Arithmancy homework for this evening is? I seem have forgotten..."
Hermione scowled for a moment and then replied rather lazily, "We have to define the qualities of a number eight.....remember?" Then she smiled sarcastically sweet.
"Oh right! Would you mind helping me with that? I've never really understood number charts..." Harry, who never looked up from his feet yet, finally did so and then stared at Hermione as if he was frightened she would say something rude.
"I'd love to." Hermione answered genuinely.
Harry looked taken aback. "Great," Nicola said, "How about this evening, 7 o'clock, in the library?" "Perfect--" Hermione was cut off, Snape opened his door.
"See you later then, Bye Harry." And then Nicola rejoined her friends and filed into the classroom.
Harry and Hermione followed suit and walked over to their favorite table in the back of the room. "This is absolutely perfect," Hermione said gleefully putting her ingredients on the table.
"I thought you didn't like Nicola," Harry said frowning.
"Oh, I don't, but this is the perfect way to spy on her." She said smiling.
"Hermione. Wha--"
Snape then addressed the class, "Today you'll be tested on the Egyptian Healing Draught, I hope some of you will prove to me that I haven't completely been wasting my time teaching you numb-skulls--"
"Well, that wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been," Harry said confidently, joining Ron in the great hall for lunch.
"That's good. Where's Hermione?" Ron asked looking around. Harry looked over his shoulder, he didn't remember her leaving, "Huh, strange... She's probably off some where making a list of questions to interrogate Nicola with tonight."
"Why would she do that?" Ron asked through a mouth of mashed potatos. "Oh, she's helping Nicola with her Arithmancy homework tonight, something about number charts. Pass me some of those, I'm starving." Harry gestered towards the bowl of potatos, "How was herbology?" (Harry dropped this course in his sixth year)
"Same as always. We're studying some plant, I think it's called the Lullaby Weed or something like that. It gives off a scent that intoxicates anything around it--Hermione, where've you been?" Ron said. Hermione was taking a seat next to Ron, she was rather out of breath, "Looking for my book," Hermione took a deep breath, "I must have dropped it somewhere. I just noticed," She took another one, "Coming out of Potions, I just retraced all my steps," And another, "Since breakfast; can't find it. Anyway, what have you two been talking about?" Hermione asked finally catching her breath. "Lullaby Weeds...I'm studing them in Herbology," Ron answered. Hermione was half-mindedly helping herself to a salad, "That's good," she said.
Then Harry and Ron started discussing the quidditch practice they were going to have that night, Hermione, thinking about whether or not she had gotten an 'O' on her Potion, wasn't listening but she caught a few sentences of what they were saying, "Those two are idiots--"
"I know, we're never going to win anything with them knocking all our players off their brooms."
Then Hermione remembered something, "Lullaby Weeds?" She asked, looking up from the table so quickly she slightly pulled something in her neck.
Harry and Ron stopped talking, looking slightly confused, "Uh-huh, why?" Ron asked slowly.
"I've read about those--"
"What else is new?" Ron interupped her rudely. "I've read about those in the book I can't find, what a coincidence."
Nine o'clock that evening Harry and Ron were making their way back up to the castle after just having a particularly grueling Quidditch practice.
"I'm cold," Ron said.
"I'm numb. I don't even remember what being cold feels like," Harry replied miserably.
Ron moaned, "Aren't you lucky?"
"Oh, shut up both of you," Ginny said, annoyed, walking up behind them, "The idiot beater wacked me with his club, I fell fifty feet into two feet of snow and then it started to rain but do you hear me complaining?"
Harry and Ron exchanged sideways glances, "Yes," Ron answered her, smiling.
"Oh, shut up," she said, pushing her way between Ron and Harry, walking up to the castle very quickly. "You said that already," Ron called out to her, she was already twenty feet ahead of them. It seemed as though Ginny said nothing but a few seconds later a distant echo could be heard, "Men are such babies."
"What's up with her," Ron asked bewildered.
"Didn't you hear? 'The idiot beater wacked her with his club, she fell fifity feet into two feet of snow and then it started to rain,'" Harry said grinning.
Ron grinned back then said sarcastically, "Wow, the resemblance between you two is uncanny."
"It is true though, somebody needs to do something about those beaters..."
Entering the Gryffindor common room twenty minutes later, they found Ginny sitting in a chair by the fireplace. When she saw Harry and Ron come in, she immediately ran over to them looking very distressed, her frostiness seemed to have melted, "Hermione's in the hospital wing!"
"What!" Harry and Ron said at the exact same time. "Why?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, Madam Pomfry wouldn't tell me. I saw her levitating Hermione to the hospital...she was unconscious."
"We have to go see her," Harry said promptly, turning to go right back out the Gryffindor portriat.
"No," Ginny replied firmly, grabbing Harry's hand to keep him from leaving, "Madam Pomfry would just tell us to leave, let's wait a little while; until she goes to sleep. Come and sit down, you two look exhausted."
Reluctantly Harry and Ron followed her over to the fire.
"Hermione didn't look....dead, did she?" Ron asked slowly.
Ginny looked slightly uneasy, "No, no. I'm sure someone would have told us if she was--"
Just that moment, Proffesor McGonagall entered the common room, she looked very grave. "Harry, Ron, Ginny. Hermione's in the hospital wing--"
"We know. Is she OK?" Harry asked.
"Is she dead?" Ron asked.
"What happened to her?" Ginny asked.
"Calm down! One question at a time. I understand you three are worried but the nurse said she should be fine. If she's fine, she can't very well be dead, can she Ron? And Ginny, I don't know what happened. You'll have to ask her--"
"Well, can we go see her?" Ginny asked.
Proffesor McGonagall looked slightly affronted at being cut off while speaking but when she answered she sounded sympathetic all the same, "I suppose you may, but I don't see the point, she's still unconscious. Madam Pomfry should be able to revive her soon, she just needs to get some of that Egyptian Healing Draught from Snape. Hermione will awake on her own in the morning, I advise you see her then." "Oh alright" Ginny said looking somewhat crestfallen.
"So, nobody knows what she was hit with?" Ron asked.
"Madam Pomfry seems to think it was the candleholder," Proffesor McGonagall said frowning. "What? It wasn't a spell?" Harry asked bewildered.
"No, it wasn't a spell," Proffesor McGonagall cleared her throught slightly, "A bloody candleholder was found next to her body in the library." There was silence. Then Ron's anger overtook him and he yelled, "Hermione was in the library with Nicola. She must have done it!"
"Mr. Weasley please control yourself and research your theories before you make accusations." Proffesor McGonagall warned.
"What are you talking about, who else could it have been?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, but Nicola was attacked also. She isn't doing as well as Hermione, we don't know if even the Draught will help her," Professor McGonagall said grimly.
"You mean...she could...die?" Harry asked.
"We really don't know."
Next morning Harry, Ron, Ginny and unexpectedly, Neville went to visit Hermione in the infirmary, "She's my friend too," Neville had said when they asked him why he was going.
Harry felt terrible, not just for Hermione but for Nicola as well. He was just starting to think she wasn't that bad and now she could die.
Entering the hospital, Harry noticed that all the beds were individually divided from the rest of the room, so he couldn't see who was in what bed. He walked over to the first one on the right, while Ron, Ginny and Neville walked around searching for Hermione in the other beds. Harry found nobody in the first three beds he searched but in the forth...he found Nicola. She looked very peaceful. A strand of hair was blocking her left eye, Harry found that he was compelled to brush it away, he did...her eye was black. He suddenly felt a surge of hatred that he couldn't explain but he didn't have very long to ponder it because Neville called out that he had found Hermione. Harry walked over to the fifth bed on the opposite side of the room, "She's sleeping," Neville continued.
"Should we wake her up?" Ginny asked.
"No, she should wake up soon, let's just wait a little while," Ron said.
Harry went and pulled up a few chairs around Hermione's bed so that they all could sit down. Neville used this time to ask questions about what happened, "All we know was that someone attacked her and Nicola in the library with a candleholder." Ron explained.
"Nicola...Lestrange?" Neville asked, even though Harry was sure Neville already knew what Nicola they were talking about.
"Of course Nicola Lestrange, what other Nicola would we be talking ab--ouch! Ginny, what the bloody hell was that for?" Ron asked angrily, messaging his foot; Ginny just kicked it. Ginny looked startled that he didn't understand, "Absolutely nothing," she said sarcastically. Then Ron and Ginny started arguing rather loudly, Hermione stirred. "Ron?" Harry asked, Ron didn't hear him. "Ginny?" Harry asked, she didn't hear him. "Do you think you could be a little quieter?" They still didn't hear him, "WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP!"
Ron and Ginny stopped yelling, "Honestly, Harry, you're going to wake Hermione," Ginny said grinning. She was right, Hermione was waking up.
They all stared at her, Hermione rubbed her eyes a few times, she looked around the room and then sat up.
"Hermione?" Ron asked. Hermione didn't answer.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked. She then did something strange, Hermione looked behind herself, as if to see if she was the one he was talking to. When she saw that nobody was behind her, she answered, "Fine."
"You were found in the library, do you remember who attacked you?" Ron asked.
It took a while for her to answer, "No, I don't remember." Harry, Ginny, Ron and Neville looked slightly disappointed, then Hermione spoke again, "I'm sorry, but, where am I? And...who are you?"
They all looked at each other terrified; Hermione couldn't remember them, she couldn't remember anything.