Disclaimer: own no Harry Potter characters. Also, as Irish red head stated, Ireland is (in real life) a republic. I should have stated this at the beginning, but I forgot. Ireland does not havethe Chairman thing I say Kyla is. The Chairman thing does not exsit, except in this story and there is no real Irish royalty! I made it up for thesake of the story. it is not real! just thought I state that, incase you thought it was real. If you want some information on Ireland go to http:www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/geos/ei.html. It gives you basic information on Ireland, but it doesn't go into detail. So once again, Ireland does not have a Chairman and they have a republic.
"First Quidditch match this weekend," Ron said excitedly at the breakfast table. Then he asked Harry, "Do you think the new chasers are ready?"
"I know Ginny is," Harry told him. Ginny had taken on Oliver's competitive sprit and was always the first one at practice and the last one to leave. "Nine out of ten times she gets it by you, Ron."
"I know, if we had known how good she was, we defiantly would have invited her in on our summer games," Ron told Harry.
Just then Ginny came bustling down the stairs, and quickly grabbed some toast. She spotted Harry and Ron, and said, "I think the team should get together between classes incase anyone thought up a new game plan."
"Ginny, relax," Ron told her. "The match isn't for a couple days, and it's against Hufflepuff. It's going to be a breeze."
"Ron, that kind of cocky attitude is what causes people to lose," Ginny scolded him. Ron mocked her and Ginny threw her toast in his hair. She then told him, "I don't want to lose because of my idiot brother."
"Fine, fine," Ron told her. Then he said, "I've got a game plan. You shut up and let us eat in piece."
"Ron, if you aren't going to take this serious, then we will find a keeper who will," Ginny told him before she marched off.
That morning they had Transfiguration, and the assignment was to change a maker into a parrot. Ron managed to change his into a crow, Harry changed it into a red and blue jay, and Hermione changed hers into a large, multi colored parrot. When it was Kyla's turn, she changed her maker into a parrot, which was slightly smaller then Hermione's, and it only had two colors that were orange and blue. Hermione got a smug look on her face, but it quickly changed to an astonished look, along with everyone else's, when Kyla's parrot flew around the room signing the school's song. Then it landed itself on Kyla's shoulder. Professor McGonagall was very pleased and awarded Kyla twenty points because that was the first time a student had change anything into a singing parrot. Kyla just smiled thanks, and sunk into her seat.
"That was bloody brilliant, how did you get it to sing?" Dean asked Kyla at lunch.
Kyla just shrugged, she honestly didn't know how she did it either.
"Hey, when we win the Quidditch cup, can you make a parrot that's red and gold, and can it sing some song about being the greatest?" Ron asked excitedly.
"Don't you have to win some Quidditchgames first in order to win the Quidditch cup?" Hermione reminded him.
"I'm just saying if we do," Ron told her.
Later the afternoon, when Ron and Harry were off at Quidditch practice, and Hermione was fulfilling her Prefect duties, Kyla took a quick nap only to be woken up by Neville saying, "Please Trevor, don't move."
Kyla kept her eyes shut, and stayed perfectly still. Then she heard Seamus say, "Don't wake her up, she'll flip."
"Don't make any sudden movements," Neville told them all. "He'll jump."
Kyla couldn't take it anymore, she opened up her eyes to see Neville coming closer to her, Seamus and Dean watching carefully and coaching Neville, and Lavender and Parvati snickering in the corner as they also watched. Kyla sat up straight, and as she moved, she felt something in her hair move also. Her mouth dropped, her eyes widen in horror and she nervously lifted her hands to her head. She found the slimly little toad, and took it off her head and handed it back to Neville, still in complete shock. Neville took his toad and apologized, "Sorry, Trevor got away from me."
Kyla's lip twitched at the sound of the toad's name. Trevor the toad, she thought to her self, fits perfectly. Then she broke out laughing, and Lavender and Parvati's faces dropped in disappointment. That was not the reaction they were expecting. Soon everyone except those two were laughing, and Kyla even petted Trevor.
Hermione came in looking exhausted, and when she spotted Seamus, she found enough strength to lecture him. "Seamus, where were you? We had Prefect duties."
"Oh, right, well you see the thing is…" Seamus hesitated and then finished quickly, "There was a disturbance here that I had to take care of."
"What?" Hermione asked.
"There was a toad loose," Seamus told her, trying very hard to be serious.
"That needed your attention?" Hermione asked. "Trevor gets loose all the time."
"But this time, he was in someone's hair," Dean chimed in.
"How did Trevor get there?" Hermione asked, slightly interested.
"I dunno," Neville told her. "He was with me, but then he disappeared. Then Lavender told me that Trevor was in Kyla's hair."
Kyla shot Lavender and Parvati a glance, and they looked innocently up at the ceiling. Then they started chatting and went up to the dormitories. Kyla sighed, but said nothing. Kyla turned her attention to Hermione who was holding back laughter at the thought of Trevor in Kyla's hair. Kyla got up and took a shower, avoiding everyone.
Ron and Harry came in, also exhausted, and greeted Hermione. After a while, Kyla came down to grab her forgotten book. She greeted them with a smile, and went to get her book. Crookshanks came up and jumped on the couch near Kyla. Kyla reached her hand out to pet him, but stopped and looked at Hermione. Kyla dropped her hand and turned to go up the stairs when Ron asked, "Kyla, are you coming to the Quidditch match tomorrow?"
Kyla glanced at him uncertain, and Ron said, "You have to come, you haven't seen Quidditch till you've seen the Gryffindor team in action."
Ron looked at her with a pleading smile.She caved in and nodded. Hermione glared.
That night, Kyla fell into a restless sleep. She was sitting in a large room, with a large bed that had flower sheets on it. She heard a moan, and noticed a younger version of herself. The younger version was pale, sweating furiously, and was shaking. Then the door to Kyla's room opened, and a woman with brown, blonde hair peeked in. She sighed as she saw Kyla still in bed. She walked in and made sure the door was closed behind her before she started talking. "Kyla, why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Because looking at that dress is making me want vomit," the younger Kyla said.
"Nonsense," Kyla's mother told her, and pulled out a horrid big, fluffy pink dress. Kyla's mother looked it over and said, "I think you look adorable in it."
"I look like a Glinda reject," Kyla told her.
"Glinda?" Kyla's mother asked.
"Um, she is from the muggle movie, 'Wizard of Oz'," Kyla explained.
"I don't like you knowing more about the muggle world then the wizarding world," Kyla's mother said. "They are just a bunch of buggers."
"Don't call them that," Kyla said, glaring at her mother.
"Fine, now get dressed," Kyla's mother demanded.
"Ma, I don't feel well," Kyla told her. "My stomach aches, I'm cold but I'm sweating."
"You can not get out of this," her mother told her.
Kyla opened her mouth to say something, but she closed it and quickly brought her hands to her mouth. Then she ran into her bathroom. Kyla's mother sighed and waited for Kyla to come back out. Bigger Kyla glared at her mother and said, "Right, just sit there Helen. You don't care I'm in there throwing up my guts, just as long as you are happy."
The younger version of Kyla came out of the bathroom and laid down on her bed. Helen cleared her throat and said, "Come down for the appetizers, do a couple dances with Jonathan and then you can come back here."
"But," Kyla started.
"You're fourteen, you should know your duty," Helen scolded her. "This is not up for discussion." Helen head for the door. As she placed her hand on the doorknob she asked, in a kinder voice, "You know why I'm doing this, right?"
Kyla nodded, but older Kyla screamed out, "No, no I don't understand. I don't understand any of this."
Kyla reached out to stop her mother, but found she could pass through her mother. Kyla's mother was unaffected by it, and she left. The younger Kyla snarled after her mother and said, "I hate her."
"Don't say that," Kyla said, running over and grabbing younger Kyla's shoulder and shaking her. "Don't let that be the last thing you say to her be an argument."
The younger Kyla looked scared at an unseen force shaking her. She laid back in her bed and took a couple deep breaths before getting up to get dressed in the horrid dress.
"No, don't leave," Kyla screamed. Then she woke up with a jolt. She had started to sweat during that dream and now her shirt was soaked. She took deep breaths and stared at the ceiling. She was shaking vigorously, and she refused to close her eyes. She knew what happened after she got dressed, and she didn't want to be reminded. However, it played before her open eyes anyway.
Kyla dressed in that horrid dress came into the ballroom. It had a high ceiling with five crystal chandlers and a big dance floor. Kyla come up to the table that her parents were at, and sat down next to her father. Her father smiled at her and asked, "What no kiss for your da?"
"I will most likely throw up on," Kyla told him.
"Oh, ok," her father said and didn't ask for a kiss again.
Just then a boy around Kyla's age, who had brown hair that was full of volume and bounce, came up to her and asked, "Kyla, can I have this dance?"
Kyla looked at him, unemotionally and said, "I don't think so, I'm feeling kind of sick." Kyla's mother coughed and Kyla said, "Ok Jonathan, but don't spin me or I'll throw up."
"As you wish," he told her flashing a smile. He led her out on the dance floor and began to dance with her. As they were dancing he said, "I've seen you look better Kyla, but pink isn't too bad of a color on you."
"Shut up," Kyla told him. Kyla noticed her parents smiling at each other and her father leading her mother on the dance floor.
After a couple songs, there was a big group of people huddle around a pair of dancer. At the end of the song, Jonathan stopped dancing and asked, "Want to go check it out?"
She shrugged and they made there way through the crowd. Kyla gasped as she saw her mother and father collapsed on the floor. She ran towards them, but someone held her back. Some checked the vital signs of her parents and shook their heads. Kyla felt Jonathan tug on her arm and whisper, "Come on Kyla, let's get out of here."
Kyla stared at her parents, while Jonathan led here away. Jonathan sat her down on a chair. Kyla started breathing heavily and was staring at the crowed. Jonathan knelt down next to her and started talking. Kyla didn't hear a word he was saying until he motioned for someone to come over, and said, "Trevor, watch after her."
Trevor, a boy Kyla and Jonathan's age with fair skin and a profusion of freckles, came over and sat down next to Kyla. His touch was soft and his sent sweet. His voice was calm and when he asked, "Kyla, do you want some water?" Kyla felt reassured and at ease.
Kyla finally broke from her trance and looked into Trevor's face. His soft, pale, blue eyes looked into hers lovingly. His pale blond hair tousled and wild but tamed and combed. Kyla blinked a couple times and asked, "What happen Trevor?"
"My lady," Trevor began.
"Don't start with that Trevor, tell me what happened," Kyla demanded of him.
"They started to dance and then they got sick," he told her. "Your ma complained of the heat and your da complained of the cold." Kyla shivered as she listened to this. She felt so cold, yet as Trevor told her this she was sweating as though she was in a desert. Then Trevor told her, "They collapsed and the doctors are checking on them."
Kyla nodded and put her head in her hands, scared out of her mind. Trevor noticed her shaking and said, "Let's get you to your room, you don't look so well either."
Kyla couldn't say anything in defense or against this. As Trevor helped her up, Kyla felt weak and didn't think her legs could hold her. She managed to cross the room before breathing became a struggle and she felt lightheaded. Her knees gave out on her and she fell to the floor. She sat on the floor struggling to breathe and she heard a high pitch buzzing sound.
Kyla was on the cold, wet, muddy ground and she heard something from the darkness growl. Lighten struck, revealing for a quick second, a pair of pale blue eyes looking into hers.
Kyla screamed out. She broke out of her trance and realized that she was still in the Gryffindor Tower. She looked around and saw everyone was gone except Hermione who was turning over in her sleep. Kyla sighed and realized that she was now completely soaked, and was very warm. Kyla pulled back the covers and tried to get up. Kyla stood up, but quickly found her self back on the bed, struggling to breathe. She felt a chill and picked up a blanket. She took some deep breaths and tried to stand again. As she walked towards the bedroom, she felt her knees buckle and then she fell on the floor, waking up Hermione.
Hermione groaned and said, "Keep it down." Then Hermione looked around and then looked at her clock. "Oh no, the Quidditch match. It starts in five minutes. Ron is going to kill me if I miss it." Then she shot daggers at Kyla, blaming her for Hermione's tardiness and said, "The one night you don't wake up from a nightmare."
She noticed Kyla was on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, sweating and appeared as though she was going to faint. Hermione looked at Kyla, and then Hermione went into the bathroom.
Kyla vision kept becoming blurred and she felt herself stop breathing for moments. She managed to climb on her bed and lay there, wide eyed, feeling chilled and then warm every other minute.
Hermione came rushing out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. As she was walking out of the dormitory, she paused and looked at Kyla. As Hermione saw Kyla was really sick, she cursed her concern, and sat down on Kyla's bed. Hermione touched her hand to Kyla's forehead, but pulled her hand back quickly saying, "You're burning up."
Kyla tried to mumble something but nothing came out. Hermione sighed and asked, "Where do you hurt?" Kyla looked gratefully at Hermione, but grabbed a piece of paper and wrote, I'm fine. Go to the game.
Hermione looked at the piece of paper and frown. She cleared her throat and asked, "Are you sure you are ok?"
Kyla nodded, and Hermione said, "Hold on a second."
Then Hermione raced down the stairs looking at an empty common room. She frowned and called out, "Anybody here?"
As if in response to her question, she heard a roar of cheers from the Quidditch field and she knew everyone was there. She was alone with a sick Kyla. The longer she had to wait with Kyla, the later Hermione was to the game. Hermione sighed, unsure what to do.
Hermione heard a distance moan and she rapidly ran back up the stairs. She saw Kyla lying on the bathroom floor, clutching her stomach. Hermione ran to her and asked, "Are you ok?"
Kyla sat up and nodded. However, Hermione didn't believe her. For one thing, Kyla was shaking from her effort to sit up and she was also sweating furiously. Another thing, Kyla would always be gasping for breath, and her eyes would shut and her head would hung low, but right before she passed out she would wake herself up.
"Come on," Hermione told Kyla after a long period of silence. "Let's get you into bed."
Hermione took Kyla's elbow and helped her walk over to her bed. When they reached her bed, Hermione noticed that Kyla's pajamas were soaked with her sweat. Hermione figured it would be best if she got Kyla in some dry cloths, so she asked, "Do you have any other pajamas?" When Kyla shook her head, Hermione told her, "I have some extra ones you can borrow."
Hermione helped Kyla into clean pajamas, and Hermione noticed that Kyla started muttering the name, "Trevor," over and over again. As Hermione laid Kyla down she couldn't help but ask, "What about Trevor?"
"El me traicionó," Kyla answered her.
Hermione frowned at the answer and became afraid that Kyla was hallucinating from her fever. Hermione grabbed a couple of hand towels and soaked them in cold water, in the bathroom sink. She took the towel and placed it on Kyla's forehead, remembering a time when Hermione's own mother did that to her. Kyla at first shivered as the towel connected with her own skin, but quickly relaxed and drifted off.
Hermione looked out the window and heard the crowd cheering. Hermione sighed and a small part of her wished she had left Kyla on the bathroom floor. Hermione was struck with horror when she realized she had just thought that. What kind of monster was she turning into she wondered. She was willing to turn the entire Gryffindor girls against Kyla, and she was willing to hand over another fellow Gryffindor to a Slytherin. The thought made her shiver with disgust.
Kyla's eyes opened from her little nap. As Kyla opened her eyes she saw Hermione sitting with her. Kyla couldn't believe Hermione was taking care of her. Hermione of all people. Kyla didn't want Hermione to see her like this; she already thought Kyla was a coward and Kyla didn't want Hermione to think she was weak either. Yet, Hermione had lent Kyla some of her won pajamas, and Hermione was making sure Kyla was never too cold. When Hermione saw Kyla was up, she asked, "How are you feeling, any better?"
Kyla nodded, and grabbed a piece of parchment. Then she wrote, Thanks, but I'm fine. Go to the game.
Hermione read what she wrote and asked rhetorically, "Do you really think I would leave you like this?"
Kyla heard a distance roar, and then she wrote, Who do you think is winning?
Hermione thought about it and said, "Hufflepuff probably is winning by maybe ten or twenty points, but Harry is probably going to catch the snitch and win it for us."
Kyla nodded and then drifted back asleep.
After while Hermione started to hear people down in the common room. Hermione quickly scribbled Kyla a note, just incase she woke up, and then Hermione ran down to the common room. She spotted Lavender and Parvati first and ran over to them.
"Hermione, have you been here the entire time?" Lavender asked.
"You missed such a good game," Parvati told her.
"Can you two go get Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione asked them. "Tell her that a Gryffindor is sick."
"Are you sick?" Parvati asked, looking at Hermione concerned.
"No, someone else is," Hermione told them.
"Who?" Lavender asked.
"Can you two just go!" Hermione pleaded with them.
"Ok," Lavender said, and then they left.
Hermione went back up stairs to find Kyla was still sleeping, but was shaking vigorously. Hermione picked up the damp hand towel and rinsed it under cold water. Hermione then wiped away the sweat from Kyla's face. Hermione heard Kyla mutter the name Trevor again, but this time she also heard the name Jonathan stuck somewhere in the middle of Trevors.
Harry, Ron and Ginny walked in the common room to see a crowd huddled around the stairs leading up to the girl's dormitories. They walked over and Harry asked, "What's going on?"
"Someone's dead," a second year told them.
"What?" Ginny asked.
"No one's dead," Dean told the three. "Madame Pomfrey is up their checking on someone."
"Who?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Dean told him.
As they all waited for some hint to figure out what was going on for sure, they heard millions of rumors. "She was poisoned." "The other girl killed her because she stole the first girl's boyfriend." "It was a pillow fight gone bad."
Finally Madame Pomfrey came down with a sick looking Kyla, wrapped tightly in a blanket. Everyone started whispering to one another. As Madame Pomfrey and Kyla were about to leave, Ron came up to them and asked Kyla, "What happen, are you ok?"
"Just a small fever," Madame Pomfrey told him. "She'll be fine, I'm just bring her up to the hospital wing so she has a quiet place to rest for the rest of the day."
As Kyla was trying to exit the portrait, she felt all her energy being used up and she would have collapsed if Ron hadn't caught her. He put her arm around his shoulder and said, "Here, lean on me for support."
As everyone was distracted by what was going on, Hermione quietly slipped down the stairs, and after Kyla and Ron left, Hermione also left, unnoticed, for the library.
A/N: ok, I had to show that Hermione still had some of a soul left. yeah, everyone is saying how they are now disliking Hermione, so I wrote that she is actually nice for once! hoped you enjoyed.
Also, sorry if I ever said Katherine instead of Kyla, slip of the fingers! and good job for Snape's gurl for chatching it, you get a piece of cake, chocolate cake!
