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Chapter 7: New
Hermione looked out of the window of the Medical Tower. The school doctor, Professor Charles Maze, was very adamant about very little contact to Harry. He said that Harry had been hit with a very powerful curse, and would be lucky if he lived through it without any trauma. Oliver Wood had been kicking himself ever since the woman he had been talking to blasted him, then turned and blasted Harry, before disappearing in a crash of black smoke. The team had won 250 points to 50, but it was a somber victory. Oliver Wood had sent Harry back immediately, and the other team was on pins and needles about finding out anything concerning Harry's condition.
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Sirius making his way into the room.
He was very much back to a good state of health, and was definitely in a bad mood. "What happened?"
"Sir, you must either keep your voice down or I will have to make you leave. Who are you?" Professor Maze asked. He was barely shorter than Sirius, but he had more muscle, and he had an attitude to go with it. His brown hair looked crisp compared to his fair complexion, and his eyes were a constant brown gaze.
Sirius calmed himself down. "My name is Sirius Black, and I'm Harry's godfather. Now, I would like to know what happened to Harry."
"He was hit by a curse, I'm not sure exactly which one, but nonetheless it was powerful. Coach Wood was only hit with a simple Disarming Charm so is in perfect health right now, but I don't know what hit him. All I can deduce from Miss Granger here is that it was powerful enough to knock him all the way off the broom for a few feet, and that it caused a great amount of light. Beyond that I have very little to go off of."
"Hermione! I'm sorry, I didn't even see you. My, you've grown up."
"Thanks Sirius; and it's good to see you too."
"You saw what happened right?"
"I'm the only one on the team who could give the best description as everyone else was busy playing. He was flying to try to be ready in case the Quaffle was intercepted, and sent back his way, when everything just happened at once. He was blasted, Jean caught the Snitch, and Draco scored all at the same moment; it was just incredible. Wood can't remember very much about what the woman did, but he gave a description of her that made her out to be of German decent, slightly shorter than him, black hair, light blue eyes, a good build, and a very soothing voice."
All the blood drained from Sirius' face when Hermione finished this description. Neither Professor Maze or Hermione missed this, and the former asked, "Do you know this woman?"
"I might. Did Wood mention anything of a name, or what she was wearing?"
"Yes, I think he said she was wearing black robes with silver streaks, and that her name was Jasmine Medjai."
"Oh my god. Professor Maze, you need to check him for a parasite, or see if he was blasted by a curse known as the Venomo Curse."
"Whoa! You think he was hit by something that unknown? Wait, how do you know about it?"
"I was in Azkaban prison for a crime I didn't commit for over eleven years, and you hear about stuff that would scare most wizards into a coma. It's one of the worst curses you could be hit with, and live through."
"Okay, what does it do?" Hermione asked. "You two kind of left me out of the loop right there."
"I know we did, but it's best you don't know what it does right now. I'll tell you in a week, and I promise I will." Sirius' face was set, and anger burned once again behind the face that bore so much love for Harry.
"Okay. But I'm going to hold you to it, and I am going to find out one way or another."
"I need to go. Owl me with anything you find please Professor Maze."
"Of course."
Sirius left in a hurry, and shortly after Professor Maze told her to go and eat, because he didn't need another patient on his hands just from anorexia. Hermione got to the Rookie table, and Headmaster Zelgrave was talking in a whisper to Sirius. They both quickly left, and shortly after the doors had shut, the entire team bombarded Hermione with questions.
Hermione was able to answer questions surprisingly well, even while trying to eat her dinner, and they soon ran out of pestering questions. Ron had sidled up next to her, and whispered, "We need to talk after dinner."
N/A: I need to end it here, so I can have more chapters. I would like to announce that I am starting another story titled "The Lost Ones." You have to know the story "Harry Potter and Destiny's Servant" to understand the background, but I hope it will turn out good. (Wink, wink)
