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hermionegranger's challenge
To Find Love
Chapter 7
(Pettigrew)
"…The spell was to-" and I was cut off by Lucius who came back into the room. Lucius kneeled and asked pardon of master. I glared at him knowing that I wouldn't be able to say what I wanted to say. I excused myself and turn to leave.
I heard the words Crucio ring out. I dropped to my knees and screamed. After for what felt like an eternity the pain stopped. He hissed, "Never leave without me telling you to." I cringe and he let me go.
To think that I betrayed my friends for this thing I call a master. To think that I could at least been friends with Lily, my crush. To think that I let them take Sirius to Azkaban. And I live my life regretting and hating myself for it all. How I wish everything could be better…but it's not.
(Harry)
Hmmm. I smell chicken soup. How do I know? I am a cook; I am supposed to know.
It's aroma smells divine, especially since it's not hospital food. I wish it were mine. That kid better enjoy because I'd have begged to just a sip. Jess comes up with a bowl and I stare longingly at it.
I can see her mouth twitch and she stopped. Realization dawned on me that it was my soup. I yell out with joy and some people stare at me. I eagerly climb out of bed and helped her set it down.
I started wolfing it all down because of the hunger of refusing to eat any hospital food. I tell you it's worse than cafeteria food. "Thanks Jess. That was great. Did you make it?" She smiled and nodded.
"I'd thought you'd like a taste of the famous Norwins Soup. You weren't really enthusiastic with the food here so I took it upon myself to cook something. You really need to eat."
I blush. I hated it when she brought it up. It was then that I knew I was eating nothing. I think that I may have finished it and kept shoving the spoon into my mouth thinking there was more. Jessica started laughing, but stopped at the look on my face.
I blushed harder. We may have become friends, but this isn't funny. She smiled and said she had more. I mumbled a 'thanks' and she left. I'd wish I had a whole vault full of the 'famous Norwins Soup' right next to me. I think I had a dreamy sort of face on.
Oh well.
(Jessica Norwins)
I might as well kill myself. I am 23 and I have a crush on a 15 year-old patient. That's very bad because according to the law he's still a minor. But his eyes make me feel vulnerable like they're searching your soul.
Aargh. This really sucks.
(Normal POV)
At Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Dumbledore sat in his chair thinking. 'What to do?' his mind was boggled and had no answer. This whole situation with Harry and Voldemort was becoming upsetting again. He knew Voldemort was Harry's father, he was the only one told of this problem. The question was who else had been told that he wasn't informed of?
He remembered a memory that upset and amused him at the same time. Could it be possible? Did Pettigrew know? Did he learn of it now?
Flashback"Lily… What were you thinking?" Professor Dumbledore turned his blue eyes on that of Lily Potter. "Albus, I just had a feeling. I know it was wrong and I'm really sorry, but you have to trust me on this. Besides Pettigrew deserves what I have in store for him."
Quiet. Then a sigh came from the wizard. "I'm getting too old for this. All right Lily. I hope you know what you're doing." "I do sir. I'll get Peter back for what is to come." Such vengeful words coming from someone with such a big heart.
End of Flashback
All he knew was that she had a task for Pettigrew and that he needed to perform it when Harry was 15. He had a distinct feeling that it had something to do with Voldemort being the father of Harry. He hope something good would come out of this…but that was all it was. Hope.
Harry sat back and listened to the sounds inside the hospital. Jessica had delivered the soup a few minutes ago and he had just finished. He was tired, but couldn't sleep. So much to deal with and he hated it. He just couldn't handle the stress.
Too much stress. Right now Voldemort will have to deal with being 2nd in Harry's 'Kill List'. The only problem is how to kill stress. He needed to do something to occupy his mind and to help him relax. 'MUST. ASK. JESSICA.'
'I'll go insane with boredom.'
He hobbled over to his desk. His homework in a neat pile all finish, (A/n: Huh?!* Gasp*) he smacked himself on the forehead. He shouldn't have left it there; Jess might have looked over it. He shoved it into his trunk and went to pet Hedwig.
The Dursley's excluding Vernon again came to visit. They had brought his stuff and Harry had asked them to leave not wanting to deal with them now. He didn't want to play this game anymore. He just wanted to yell and scream at them. They were a waste of life needed to be exterminated.
He backed away from his precious (A/n: preciousss**cough**) bird and started to look for Jess. He had no idea where that thought came from. And he really didn't want to know. Something was going wrong and he had a feeling that he'll be apart of this. Whether he liked it or not.
(Jessica Norwins)
I'm glad he liked the soup. I'm real tired now. I just can't wait till my shift is off. Must have sleep.
(Harry Potter)
I find her at the nurses' desk. "Jessica, I'm bored. What can I do?" She smiled and had a thoughtful look on her face. Then her smile grew. "I'll tell you when we get home."
Home. I was supposed to move in with her. The hospital was filling up with patients because of a new disease. The disease was awful.
It distorted the mind. Made you see things. I can make a list of the concerns of the disease.
1. Mind distortion
2. Paranoia
3. Pain attacks of the head
4. A feeling that everything is so cold
5. Lost of Senses
6. No longer has the will to live
7. Death
All in that order. It scares me to know of the disease when most don't. To see the patients as they twist and turn, cries of anguish at the lost of their eyesight, and to see their last breath when their families don't… even if they don't have one. I was there for them even if I am alone.
Now that I have to leave who will be there for them? I'll still come back and that's the only answer I have. It won't be the same; I might miss someone and they die alone. That is what I'm afraid of: to die alone and to be surrounded by loneliness.
I wish on a broken star for which it comes for someone to save me.
(Peter Pettigrew)
Ever wish on night or day for a miracle? I have. Have you ever seen a collision? I will.
For when the time comes for the collision course of my master and Harry, be warned; pray for a miracle.
(Harry Potter)
We leave and head to her car. She has a midnight blue BMW which looks hella cool with its glistening exterior. Inside interior has leather seats and leather this and that, but what I like is the cd/tape/radio player. All it needs is a few odds and other gadgets. With that we start to her house.
A/n: Right! I haven't done much updating now have I? Well, I'm back and there's no telling of what is to come! I had an inspiration and came up with a new story! Isn't that great? If you're a DBZ fan then you might like it. It's called A Ticket Out of HFIL. Now on to the reviewers!
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