Gems in the eyes of the world
Disclaimer: I own none of the original Harry Potter characters that have appeared in any of J.K.Rowling's (or any other authors) books. I do suggest you read the first FIVE before reading this fanfic, by the time the sixth book has been published, this shall still make sense - just ignore the disclaimers and some author notes.
THANK YOU TO THE FOLLOWING:
~Burgundyred ~ YAY FOR WINDOWS XP!! Lol, I've just realised I have too . . . how strange. I am going to try my VERY, VERY hardest to keep the sap in, but I'm apologising in advance in case I do have sap/sop or whatever, I cannot help it and I try my hardest but it just slips out . . . wah. Thanks for being the understanding person you really are . . . hopefully . . .
~ Some12 ~ Lol, okay, I won't think about that question anymore, not even now when I'm writing about it because then I'll get really confused and the world shall be blurred once more . . . (and no, I'm not drunk . . . as far as I know anyway)
~Happigolucki616 ~ Thank you for reviewing! I know it's not funny at all, but it was never meant to be and it never will be cus' I planned it that way! Lol, I think this fic is one of my better-planned ones to be perfectly honest . . .
~Harryforeva ~ Yeah, I know, I always get in soppiness, no matter how hard I try! I'm sorry . . . but I'm hoping that it'll still be a good (or at least okay) fic anyways. Thanks for reviewing!
~ShortStuff10 ~ I know its kind of sad, but I'm afraid that's the way it is, but I'll tell you this, it will have a HAPPY ending as far as I'm concerned! (Unless I give this fic to somebody else to write for me!) Thanks for the review, I really appreciate it!!
Chapter three
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"Oh hi Professor Dumbledore, Ron, what brings you two here at this time of night?"
"Well, Hermione . . ."
Ron's eyes seemed puffy and redder than usual. It looked like he had been crying. Dumbledore's face looked grave and tired. Depression seemed to make both of these men look older, especially for Dumbledore - his wrinkles showed more and his face seemed dull. His normally merry and twinkling eyes were lifeless and grey, more than the usual blue.
She frowned, it seemed like everybody was crying lately - and who could blame them with all the happenings to do with Voldemort going around.
"Ron, what is it? Is it Harry?"
She gasped as Ron nodded. This was her worst nightmare. If Harry was dead then . . . what was the point of the war? There was no point. If Harry was dead then Voldemort had succeeded, in not only killing Harry but also taking over the magical and muggle worlds. Hermione's mind thought to Draco, he was still in her bedroom, probably fast asleep. What could she do with him? He was probably faking it . . . no, he couldn't have faked all that blood, and that cut, could he?
"Miss Granger, do not worry. Mr Potter is not dead . . .yet."
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. Dumbledore smiled, he always seemed to know what was going through her mind. But wait, he had said one fatal word - yet. That meant . . .
"What do you mean yet?? How is Harry?? What's going on???"
"Hermione . . . the poison, it attacked him just an hour ago."
Hermione gasped, she could feel the tears coming . . . the poison on that sword that all the deatheaters were using to try and swipe the people who had tried to save her, she had wondered why they didn't chop off their heads, but instead slashed them slightly in the stomach or legs or arms, but now it was only too obvious.
"BUT he's okay now. Well, he isn't exactly okay . . . but he's stable enough - unconscious though. The healers say that the poison didn't attack his heart directly - like the other day with Padma and . . . so he could be saved. But . . ."
There was always a but. Oh why oh why was there always a but??? Couldn't they just leave it at a good point and leave the but out??? But in the real world, she guessed that that was not possible.
"But what?" Her voice was barely above a whisper - it was more a whimper. 'Keep the tears in Hermione . . .'
"But it may only be a matter of days before . . ."
Ron gulped. He couldn't finish what he had begun to say - it was too hard. He didn't need to finish what he was saying, Hermione knew only too well what he was going to say. She looked to Dumbledore to find some reassurance. His eyes connected with hers for only a few seconds before Dumbledore turned his head to stare at Hermione's bedroom door. 'Could he . . .?' No, how could he know that Draco was in there? But then again, Dumbledore knew a lot of things other people didn't.
"Miss Granger, there is a way to save Mr Potter and cure his poison. And that is why we have come at such a time."
Hermione frowned as Dumbledore turned back towards her. A cure? If there was a cure, then why hadn't they used it to save all the other people including Harry yet?
"The reason why it has not been used on the other patients before is because this cure will only work once in a century, and once in a century, means only one person can be saved every century. This century it is needed to be used early to save Mr Potter's life - but I tell you, it shall not be easy."
"What is it?"
Hermione was eager to find out what this cure could be. If something could cure Harry and save him, then it would be worth risking her own life for it, no matter what.
"The cure is a legend Miss Granger. A legend of five gemstones found in the person that it suits best. It is said that if all five gemstones can be united and laid on a gold plate by the side of whomever you wish to heal, it shall even bring those who are on the brink of death, back into their old healthy state. But, it will not have any effect once the chosen as died. No magic can bring a person back from the dead."
"Hermione, either me, or you have to find these stones otherwise Harry is . . . Harry is . . ."
Ron's lip wobbled as if he was about to cry (which he probably was). This was all so sudden, he had been fine a while ago . . . but then again, it didn't take long for poison to work its wonders.
"Ron, I'll go. You don't look too good."
Ron had obviously been there to see Harry suffer and he honestly looked like he might faint if anything else happened. Also, she still felt that it was her fault that Harry was in hospital anyway - I mean, wasn't it?? It was her kidnap that had caused all these people dying, all these things happening . . .she needed to help them all, and even saving one person's life would be enough for her. She would be grateful if one person survived - even more grateful if that person could be Harry.
Of course she wanted all the other people to live, but she couldn't save them . . .and there was nothing she could do about that fact. Most of her rescuers had died already, about three quarters of the 24-people-army that Harry had took with him to save Hermione. He didn't bring everyone in case something like what had actually happened, did happen.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore took a letter out of his sleeve and handed it over to Hermione, who took it - her hands shaking. "Read this letter and it shall explain more of what I have already said. Only read it if you think you are ready to, it contains more than you think." Dumbledore paused and inspected Hermione through his half-moon spectacles, "I think it would be correct to say, Miss Granger, that the fate of the world, both magical and muggle, rests on your shoulders."
Ron nodded, and smiled a shaky smile directed at Hermione before disapparating. Hermione expected Dumbledore to follow but there was one more thing that he wanted to say -
"Miss Granger, remember - no pressure," He winked, "And, you may take whomever you have to." He smiled as Hermione frowned, and disapparated with a poof and a crack.
She walked slowly towards her bedroom thinking about what he had said. Who was she supposed to take? And where was she supposed to find these gems inside of PEOPLE???? How was she going to get them out of people??? Ugh, what had she gotten herself into???
'You're doing this for Harry, you're doing this for Harry, you're doing this for Harry . . .' She sat on the edge of her bed as she thought this thought over and over again. She thought she was pretty much ready for whatever Dumbledore had written to her, so, with a shaky hand, she opened the envelope.
Inside were two pieces of parchment. She took out the first and saw Dumbledore's swirly writing on it in blue ink. It read:
'To Miss Granger,
This is the note that Mr Potter wrote for you in case anything happened. Mr Weasley persuaded me to give it to you, even if Mr Potter may survive, he said that you might want to read it anyway. Make sure you are ready before you decide to read this Miss Granger -
Yours,
Albus Dumbledore.'
A letter from Harry?? She gulped, and unfolded the parchment - her hands shaking badly. What could he possibly want to tell her?? -
'Dear Hermione,
So, I guess if you're reading this then something must have happened to me. I want to tell you that it WAS NOT AND STILL IS NOT YOUR FAULT THAT I DIED. It isn't anybody's fault, if it was, it was Voldemort's fault. He was the one that caused all the misery and all the fear, all the pain and suffering, the deaths. I know it's hard, I used to blame myself for the death of my parents, but I soon realised that it wasn't anything to do with me. I couldn't help what happened and neither could you. I know you didn't really register what I said to you the other day at the hospital. I know you too well Hermione.
I want you to know that I've decided Hedwig is going to be yours, I mean, she always got along with Crookshanks and I know how much you'd like to have an owl to keep in contact with everyone!!!
. . . . Now that I'm gone Hermione, I'd like to say that I don't want ANY of you to mourn for me. Why? Because I'm not really gone at all, I still am by you every step of the way, in everything you do, no matter what you choose.
Hermione, please help us all win this battle, for me, for the world. I know you've always wanted a normal peaceful life, and I hope you find the right person who can provide you with a good life, it's everything you deserve Hermione but you deserve so much more as well, maybe you and Ron can even get back together, now that I'm not in the way . . .
I love you Hermione, you've always been like the sister (or even mother) I've never had, always there for me when I need you, I hope I've always been there for you when you need me too. Just remember this one thing - wherever you go, whatever you do, I'll be right here standing by you.
So, I guess this is it isn't it? Well, farewell Hermione, have a good life without me - I'll always be blessing you from heaven above ~
Harry.'
A tear splattered onto the piece of parchment as it shook in her hand. Harry . . . one of her best friends . . . she felt like she was lost, like she had no one to understand her - Ron was too busy noticing Harry's condition to listen to her, her parents were too clueless to know much about the whole situation, and she couldn't trust anyone else.
"Granger?"
She turned as another tear rolled down her cheek. She had forgotten that Draco had been there, had he been watching her read that letter all along??
He was staring at her, his face once again expressionless. He frowned as another tear slid down her red face. He didn't like it when people cried around him, he never knew what to do with himself - he felt uncomfortable. Hermione sniffed. Why did Malfoy have to be here?? Of all the times he chose to be rescued by her, it had to be now, the time when she wanted to just sink her head into her pillow and cry her sorrows away.
"Erm . . . Granger, what was -
He stopped as his eyes met with Hermione's. Hermione's eyes were filling with tears and he felt like he shouldn't really say anything and just move so that she could cry in peace (he wasn't THAT mean) but the problem was that he COULDN'T move due to . . . he didn't even want to remember what had happened that night.
He looked over at Hermione again. Her fists were clenched and her bushy hair covering her face so that it was hidden from Draco's view - he couldn't stand the silence anymore.
"Look, Granger -
But before he could say anymore, Hermione had already moved from her spot. But, not to where Draco would have preferred her to go, for she had flung herself onto him and was now crying into his chest.
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I like this fic, do you? I do enjoy writing this fic . . . even if you don't particularly enjoy reading it. It's nice to have something depressing to write when you feel like that mood ya know??
Love, peace, pigs and fanfics,
~ILUVRONWEASLEY ^@^
PS. Please review
Disclaimer: I own none of the original Harry Potter characters that have appeared in any of J.K.Rowling's (or any other authors) books. I do suggest you read the first FIVE before reading this fanfic, by the time the sixth book has been published, this shall still make sense - just ignore the disclaimers and some author notes.
THANK YOU TO THE FOLLOWING:
~Burgundyred ~ YAY FOR WINDOWS XP!! Lol, I've just realised I have too . . . how strange. I am going to try my VERY, VERY hardest to keep the sap in, but I'm apologising in advance in case I do have sap/sop or whatever, I cannot help it and I try my hardest but it just slips out . . . wah. Thanks for being the understanding person you really are . . . hopefully . . .
~ Some12 ~ Lol, okay, I won't think about that question anymore, not even now when I'm writing about it because then I'll get really confused and the world shall be blurred once more . . . (and no, I'm not drunk . . . as far as I know anyway)
~Happigolucki616 ~ Thank you for reviewing! I know it's not funny at all, but it was never meant to be and it never will be cus' I planned it that way! Lol, I think this fic is one of my better-planned ones to be perfectly honest . . .
~Harryforeva ~ Yeah, I know, I always get in soppiness, no matter how hard I try! I'm sorry . . . but I'm hoping that it'll still be a good (or at least okay) fic anyways. Thanks for reviewing!
~ShortStuff10 ~ I know its kind of sad, but I'm afraid that's the way it is, but I'll tell you this, it will have a HAPPY ending as far as I'm concerned! (Unless I give this fic to somebody else to write for me!) Thanks for the review, I really appreciate it!!
Chapter three
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"Oh hi Professor Dumbledore, Ron, what brings you two here at this time of night?"
"Well, Hermione . . ."
Ron's eyes seemed puffy and redder than usual. It looked like he had been crying. Dumbledore's face looked grave and tired. Depression seemed to make both of these men look older, especially for Dumbledore - his wrinkles showed more and his face seemed dull. His normally merry and twinkling eyes were lifeless and grey, more than the usual blue.
She frowned, it seemed like everybody was crying lately - and who could blame them with all the happenings to do with Voldemort going around.
"Ron, what is it? Is it Harry?"
She gasped as Ron nodded. This was her worst nightmare. If Harry was dead then . . . what was the point of the war? There was no point. If Harry was dead then Voldemort had succeeded, in not only killing Harry but also taking over the magical and muggle worlds. Hermione's mind thought to Draco, he was still in her bedroom, probably fast asleep. What could she do with him? He was probably faking it . . . no, he couldn't have faked all that blood, and that cut, could he?
"Miss Granger, do not worry. Mr Potter is not dead . . .yet."
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. Dumbledore smiled, he always seemed to know what was going through her mind. But wait, he had said one fatal word - yet. That meant . . .
"What do you mean yet?? How is Harry?? What's going on???"
"Hermione . . . the poison, it attacked him just an hour ago."
Hermione gasped, she could feel the tears coming . . . the poison on that sword that all the deatheaters were using to try and swipe the people who had tried to save her, she had wondered why they didn't chop off their heads, but instead slashed them slightly in the stomach or legs or arms, but now it was only too obvious.
"BUT he's okay now. Well, he isn't exactly okay . . . but he's stable enough - unconscious though. The healers say that the poison didn't attack his heart directly - like the other day with Padma and . . . so he could be saved. But . . ."
There was always a but. Oh why oh why was there always a but??? Couldn't they just leave it at a good point and leave the but out??? But in the real world, she guessed that that was not possible.
"But what?" Her voice was barely above a whisper - it was more a whimper. 'Keep the tears in Hermione . . .'
"But it may only be a matter of days before . . ."
Ron gulped. He couldn't finish what he had begun to say - it was too hard. He didn't need to finish what he was saying, Hermione knew only too well what he was going to say. She looked to Dumbledore to find some reassurance. His eyes connected with hers for only a few seconds before Dumbledore turned his head to stare at Hermione's bedroom door. 'Could he . . .?' No, how could he know that Draco was in there? But then again, Dumbledore knew a lot of things other people didn't.
"Miss Granger, there is a way to save Mr Potter and cure his poison. And that is why we have come at such a time."
Hermione frowned as Dumbledore turned back towards her. A cure? If there was a cure, then why hadn't they used it to save all the other people including Harry yet?
"The reason why it has not been used on the other patients before is because this cure will only work once in a century, and once in a century, means only one person can be saved every century. This century it is needed to be used early to save Mr Potter's life - but I tell you, it shall not be easy."
"What is it?"
Hermione was eager to find out what this cure could be. If something could cure Harry and save him, then it would be worth risking her own life for it, no matter what.
"The cure is a legend Miss Granger. A legend of five gemstones found in the person that it suits best. It is said that if all five gemstones can be united and laid on a gold plate by the side of whomever you wish to heal, it shall even bring those who are on the brink of death, back into their old healthy state. But, it will not have any effect once the chosen as died. No magic can bring a person back from the dead."
"Hermione, either me, or you have to find these stones otherwise Harry is . . . Harry is . . ."
Ron's lip wobbled as if he was about to cry (which he probably was). This was all so sudden, he had been fine a while ago . . . but then again, it didn't take long for poison to work its wonders.
"Ron, I'll go. You don't look too good."
Ron had obviously been there to see Harry suffer and he honestly looked like he might faint if anything else happened. Also, she still felt that it was her fault that Harry was in hospital anyway - I mean, wasn't it?? It was her kidnap that had caused all these people dying, all these things happening . . .she needed to help them all, and even saving one person's life would be enough for her. She would be grateful if one person survived - even more grateful if that person could be Harry.
Of course she wanted all the other people to live, but she couldn't save them . . .and there was nothing she could do about that fact. Most of her rescuers had died already, about three quarters of the 24-people-army that Harry had took with him to save Hermione. He didn't bring everyone in case something like what had actually happened, did happen.
"Miss Granger," Dumbledore took a letter out of his sleeve and handed it over to Hermione, who took it - her hands shaking. "Read this letter and it shall explain more of what I have already said. Only read it if you think you are ready to, it contains more than you think." Dumbledore paused and inspected Hermione through his half-moon spectacles, "I think it would be correct to say, Miss Granger, that the fate of the world, both magical and muggle, rests on your shoulders."
Ron nodded, and smiled a shaky smile directed at Hermione before disapparating. Hermione expected Dumbledore to follow but there was one more thing that he wanted to say -
"Miss Granger, remember - no pressure," He winked, "And, you may take whomever you have to." He smiled as Hermione frowned, and disapparated with a poof and a crack.
She walked slowly towards her bedroom thinking about what he had said. Who was she supposed to take? And where was she supposed to find these gems inside of PEOPLE???? How was she going to get them out of people??? Ugh, what had she gotten herself into???
'You're doing this for Harry, you're doing this for Harry, you're doing this for Harry . . .' She sat on the edge of her bed as she thought this thought over and over again. She thought she was pretty much ready for whatever Dumbledore had written to her, so, with a shaky hand, she opened the envelope.
Inside were two pieces of parchment. She took out the first and saw Dumbledore's swirly writing on it in blue ink. It read:
'To Miss Granger,
This is the note that Mr Potter wrote for you in case anything happened. Mr Weasley persuaded me to give it to you, even if Mr Potter may survive, he said that you might want to read it anyway. Make sure you are ready before you decide to read this Miss Granger -
Yours,
Albus Dumbledore.'
A letter from Harry?? She gulped, and unfolded the parchment - her hands shaking badly. What could he possibly want to tell her?? -
'Dear Hermione,
So, I guess if you're reading this then something must have happened to me. I want to tell you that it WAS NOT AND STILL IS NOT YOUR FAULT THAT I DIED. It isn't anybody's fault, if it was, it was Voldemort's fault. He was the one that caused all the misery and all the fear, all the pain and suffering, the deaths. I know it's hard, I used to blame myself for the death of my parents, but I soon realised that it wasn't anything to do with me. I couldn't help what happened and neither could you. I know you didn't really register what I said to you the other day at the hospital. I know you too well Hermione.
I want you to know that I've decided Hedwig is going to be yours, I mean, she always got along with Crookshanks and I know how much you'd like to have an owl to keep in contact with everyone!!!
. . . . Now that I'm gone Hermione, I'd like to say that I don't want ANY of you to mourn for me. Why? Because I'm not really gone at all, I still am by you every step of the way, in everything you do, no matter what you choose.
Hermione, please help us all win this battle, for me, for the world. I know you've always wanted a normal peaceful life, and I hope you find the right person who can provide you with a good life, it's everything you deserve Hermione but you deserve so much more as well, maybe you and Ron can even get back together, now that I'm not in the way . . .
I love you Hermione, you've always been like the sister (or even mother) I've never had, always there for me when I need you, I hope I've always been there for you when you need me too. Just remember this one thing - wherever you go, whatever you do, I'll be right here standing by you.
So, I guess this is it isn't it? Well, farewell Hermione, have a good life without me - I'll always be blessing you from heaven above ~
Harry.'
A tear splattered onto the piece of parchment as it shook in her hand. Harry . . . one of her best friends . . . she felt like she was lost, like she had no one to understand her - Ron was too busy noticing Harry's condition to listen to her, her parents were too clueless to know much about the whole situation, and she couldn't trust anyone else.
"Granger?"
She turned as another tear rolled down her cheek. She had forgotten that Draco had been there, had he been watching her read that letter all along??
He was staring at her, his face once again expressionless. He frowned as another tear slid down her red face. He didn't like it when people cried around him, he never knew what to do with himself - he felt uncomfortable. Hermione sniffed. Why did Malfoy have to be here?? Of all the times he chose to be rescued by her, it had to be now, the time when she wanted to just sink her head into her pillow and cry her sorrows away.
"Erm . . . Granger, what was -
He stopped as his eyes met with Hermione's. Hermione's eyes were filling with tears and he felt like he shouldn't really say anything and just move so that she could cry in peace (he wasn't THAT mean) but the problem was that he COULDN'T move due to . . . he didn't even want to remember what had happened that night.
He looked over at Hermione again. Her fists were clenched and her bushy hair covering her face so that it was hidden from Draco's view - he couldn't stand the silence anymore.
"Look, Granger -
But before he could say anymore, Hermione had already moved from her spot. But, not to where Draco would have preferred her to go, for she had flung herself onto him and was now crying into his chest.
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I like this fic, do you? I do enjoy writing this fic . . . even if you don't particularly enjoy reading it. It's nice to have something depressing to write when you feel like that mood ya know??
Love, peace, pigs and fanfics,
~ILUVRONWEASLEY ^@^
PS. Please review