Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; just the garden gnomes on my lawn.

Chapter 10: Dreaming

"Miss Granger!" yelled Professor Calvro.

Hermione snapped back to attention. She had been worrying about Harry. He had been incapacitated for nearly two weeks now, with no real change in his condition. "Yes Professor?" she asked.

"Are you with us on song spells or not?" Professor Calvro asked. Hermione was in the front row of the classroom, and Rachel had noticed her not paying attention.

"I'm sorry; I'm here."

"It's all right dear. Now, many diverse cultures, more particularly those that have religious wizards called monks, use song spells more than regular spoken incantations. Who can name me some of these?"

Hands shot up everywhere. "Yes Mr. Malfoy?"

"Buddhist."

"Very good. Who else?"

Hermione weakly rose her hand. "Yes, Miss Granger?"

"The Gaelic culture in Ireland and England."

"They are the most prominent. And I'm glad you brought them up. They are the focus for my lesson today. Now, many of these song spells were used to heal people that were wounded with a very powerful curse."

"Such as the Venomo Curse Professor?" Hermione asked.

"Yes Miss Granger; for powerful curses like that. It is even rumored that there is a song spell powerful enough to block the effects of Advara Kedavra, and to bring people back from the dead."

"Wow," Draco gapped.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy, wow," Professor Calvro said with a smirk. "I am going to teach you one in a week or so, depending on how well you pick up on the dialects."

Hermione didn't hear the rest of the lecture, as she was too busy looking for a song spell to reverse the effects of the Venomo Curse in the dorm library. She had found the book titled "Powerful Song Spells of Our Age", but was getting nowhere with it. She kept turning pages and finding nothing: A spell on how to grow hair, a spell on how to talk to trees, a powerful shield charm, and then there it was. In order to reverse the effects of a Venomo Curse, two females must chant separate lines of verse. "Il nu le ven tir e', Il nu le ven tir e'," was to be chanted by one woman, and the other must chant: "Suan yi ta valasco, Uk te vi lestoha. Queloth ba jiha, se gi tu resto." And the rest just blew away Hermione's imagination with the exactness required for the magic to truly work. The first woman, chanting only "Il nu le ven tir e'" had to chant while holding a sea bell in one hand, and have a holly wreath on her head. The other woman must have her hand on the cursed one's head, and be holding an empty jar in the other hand with the mouth of the jar covered facing the sky; and that wasn't even counting the clothing they had to wear.

Hermione yelled, "Eureka!" Jean, who had her left to find Hermione, and later get the notes from Cheyenne, came in and couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny?" Hermione asked.

"What's not to be funny? You run out of class, come back here, and when I finally find you, the only thing you have to say is 'Eureka'? What do you expect me to do?" Jean asked.

"I expect you to follow me now and do what I say without question."

"And why would I do that?" Jean asked. She was wondering what was up Hermione, and even now she still couldn't tell what her problem was.

"I said follow me without questions!" Hermione yelled, as she pulled Jean toward the Hospital Tower with the book in her other arm.

"Hermione please tell me what we're doing. And stop pulling before my arm comes out of socket!"

"Sorry. We're gonna go save Harry," Hermione half laughed and half yelled.

"How?" Jean asked skeptically. "Even Professor Maze can't get him out of the coma. What makes you think two rookie witches at a college of magic will be able to wake him up?"

"Because we've got me!" Hermione yelled before starting to run back down the hallway. Jean sighed and started after her.

N/A: Will Hermione be successful? Please review. :)

I do not own Harry Potter; just the garden gnomes on my lawn.