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Note: This story is dedicate to my Grandmother, who passed away on 22-1-2005

Note 2 : Sorry for the long delay! I'm really busy in my film school and rehearsals for my stage performance… Hope that the next chapter will come sooner! By the way, I have made an on-line Harry and Hermione photo album website! The link is in my profile. Feel free to see the pictures that I made and give your comments about it through your reviews!

Sakura-sweeti, Mystical Angel5: Can't kill him right now, sorry!

iEnA-gHeRL: Neville's transformation has nothing to do with the future.

Dande: Err….

Fire Gazer: Can't tell you, sorry!

benjakridge: Well, Harry and Hermione are like superstars. Harry is famous, and Hermione is the wife of a famous Quidditch player. They want privacy and if their current relationship (which to the Daily Prophet, Witch Weekly etc., it means that Harry is committing adultery with the wife of Viktor Krum) has been discovered by the press, their reputations will be ruined and they will probably be pestered by reporters everyday. They certainly don't want that to happen.

ha ha: That's pathetic. Everyone, read what this idiot has written.

Irelandkicks-ass03: 1) I'm starting to do Microsoft Word spelling and grammar checks now. But since I'm writing in British English, so you might notice a "u" in favourite, colour and so on. 2) They are really dead.

Chapter 22: Letters Part 2 and 2nd of April 2003

Ron looked at the letters before reading them. All three of them were very short and the handwriting looked weak, as if Hermione had no strength to write them.

My dear Harry,

It has been days since you last wrote to me. Where have you been? What has happened to you? I haven't been slept and eat well for days, Darling, because I'm so worried about you that I couldn't nourish myself.

Viktor came to me yesterday and he, he tried to rape me, right in front of your house! He didn't get what he wanted in the end, Neville saved me from him. I'm glad that we have friends like him and Ginny.

Where are you? Please reply to this letter if you still can. So that I could relax.

Love,
Hermione
24th March 2003

My dear Harry,

You still didn't write back to me! What happened? Is your hand injured? Or is it something worse than that? I'm so afraid to think of the worst.

Ginny came to visit me yesterday and she said that I looked dreadful. She threatened to hex me if I didn't eat something. So I practically had to force myself to eat a few pieces of chocolates, Cauldron cakes, pumpkin tarts and juice that she had brought along. Although I had food going down my throat, I felt that I had eaten nothing at all.

I'm getting weaker as the days go by, Harry. I don't know if I'll be still alive by the time you get back to England.

Harry, please write back.

Love,
Hermione
28th March 2003

The last one was the shortest letter that Ron had ever seen. It said:

Dearest Harry,

Please write back. I'm dying.

Hermione
30th March 2003

That was the last letter. Ron flipped through the diary, trying to look for more, but there was none.

"What happened after March?" asked Lavender anxiously.

"I don't know…." said Ron and he looked at the date of the last letter and the date of the next entry that the gang had not read. "Maybe this entry will tell us…. Wait, this entry is dated 4th of April."

"4th April?" asked Fred and thought for a while. "Oh yeah! I remember! Hermione fainted on George's and my birthday! But she said that she fainted because she hit her head while she was trying to get something from her shelf…."

"Couldn't she lie?" asked Angelina, looking at Fred.

'Go ahead and read it, Ron!" demanded George when Fred was about to speak.

"All right, here goes nothing." said Ron and started to read.

"4th of April, 2003…."

Dear Diary,

Guess where I am now? I'm at a hospital!

…. Oh well, I guess it isn't very surprising to you. After all, I'm very weak for the past few days.

But how do I end up in here, you ask? Well, let me tell you.

On April Fools day, I woke up and the first thing I did was to check near the window whether there's any new letters.

None.

Harry didn't write back to me.

Sighing, I sat down on the floor and stared at the sky outside the window.

It was a long time before I heard someone calling me from the living room.

I slowly got up, and dragged myself across the room and went downstairs. I felt very tired, as if I hadn't slept for one bit. By the time I reached the first floor, I was exhausted.

"Hermione!" someone called.

"Yeah." I said quietly. Raising my voice was too tiring.

"It's Ginny!" called Ginny from the fireplace.

I went to the fireplace and kneeled down in front of her. "Yes?"

Ginny's smile disappeared immediately when she saw my face. "You look worse than the last time I saw you. Are you all right?"

I should have put on some makeup before I came down back then.

"Yeah, it's just that I just woke up." I said.

Ginny looked at me as if she wasn't convinced.

"Really." I insisted.

"Okay, fine, if you insist. By the way, you better get prepared."

"For what?" I asked blankly.

"For what?" echoed Ginny and she slapped her forehead. "Oh Great Wizards! Did George forget to send the invitation to you?"

I looked confused and I thought for a while whether I received any invitation-like letter. But I couldn't recall whether there was any.

"Wait until I get him later," said Ginny. "Anyway, today is Fred's and George's 25th birthday. They are holding this huge party at The Burrow. All of us are invited." Ginny counted her fingers. "Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati... all of our old friends!"

"Really?" I asked flatly. Sure, I loved to see my old friends but Harry wasn't around and I couldn't concentrate on the party without him.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, so you better come for the party."

"Let me think about it." I said quietly.

"Hermione!" said Ginny sternly. "Starving and locking yourself up in this house would not bring Harry back. Sooner, I mean." She quickly added.

"I know." I said weakly. "But I just couldn't take a bite."

Ginny frowned and said, "That's it. Neville and I are coming over to Godric's Hollow and bring you to our house. We are going to keep you strong and healthy until Harry gets back."

With that, she withdrew her head from her fireplace.

Oh great.

I got up and went upstairs. Then I went to the rose that Harry had given during Valentine's Day. I gazed at it before I picked up the bottle of aspirin and removed an aspirin from it. I gently dropped it into the water.

"An aspirin a day, while he's away." I whispered and watched as the aspirin dissolved.

I straighten up myself and turned around. I took a few steps before I felt my head spinning. I rubbed my temples and shook my head clear. When the room seemed to stop spinning, I continued to walk until I was out of the room. I reached the stairs and was about to hold on to the railing when the world started to spin again. Weakly, I held onto the railing. Suddenly, my knees bended, my ankles refused to support my weight and I fell to the floor.

The last thing I heard was the sound of the doorbell.

Then everything went black.

I didn't know what happened next, Diary. All I knew was that when I woke up, the first thing I saw a pale white ceiling and a smell of medical potions.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" someone asked.

With difficulty, I turned my head and saw Ginny, Neville, Fred and George… all of the Weasleys were in the room.

Ignoring the question, I looked around the room. I was lying on a white bed and my hand was connected to a muggle-like drip, just that the water in it was green.

"I'm in St Mungo's?" I asked to no one in particular.

"Nope." said George. "Just a small hospital in Godric's Hollow."

Ginny came to me, she looked so worried and tired. "Oh, I was so worried, Hermione. When Neville and I came over to your house a few days ago, we thought you were dead…."

"…When Ginny told us, we thought it was an April Fool's joke." said Fred.

"A few days?" I asked. "What date is it?"

"4th of April." said Ron.

"What?" I asked and struggled to sit up. Angelina came over and helped me with the pillows.

"You were unconscious for days. The Healer says that you have to stay here for a few days until your health gets better." said Mrs Weasley.

"Here?" I asked. "But I'm waiting for…."

"Don't worry. I will go and check for the letter everyday." said Ginny. "Sorry but Neville knocked the door down when you didn't answer it since we didn't have our wands with us and we haven't fixed it yet."

What a good friend Ginny is, she reads my mind like a book.

"What letter?" asked Ron.

Ginny ignored him.

"Anyway, you just stay here and rest." said Ginny. "In the mean time, that drip will continue to stick to you for a day."

"What's in it?" I asked.

"It's some kind of food, I think." Ginny leaned forward and whispered, "Take a rest, Hermione; I'm sure that Harry is all right."

She straightened up herself and I smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Where's Krum, by the way? I thought he will come and see you." asked Lavender.

I looked at Ginny and she just looked back. How could I tell the rest that Viktor and I are not living together anymore?

"He's…. aboard." I lied.

"Want me to owl him?" asked Ron.

"No!" I said immediately.

Ron looked confused.

"I don't want to let him to be worried over me." I said.

Ginny and Neville looked uncomfortable.

"Oh. Okay, then." said Ron.

Phew, that was close.

"By the way, here's your diary." said Ginny and handed you over to me. "I went to get it yesterday. I think you might write this incident down. And I didn't read it, I swear." she added.

"By the way, how did you end up fainted?" asked Fred. "Neville and Ginny just told us that they found you fainted in your house."

"Err…." I said slowly. "I fell. Yeah, I fell from the stool when I was trying to get a bag of biscuits from the shelf. I was hungry, you see. And I think I hit my head."

Neville raised an eyebrow at me but I ignored that.

That's how I ended up in the hospital, Diary. I'm getting stronger now, since the drip has sort of become my food supplier.

Before she left with her family, Ginny said to me, "Be strong and healthy. For Harry."

"You have got to get recover, Hermione!" said Fred excitedly. "Since you couldn't make it for our birthday party, you must come for the Weasley twins' wedding anniversary party! We invite everyone we know!"

"It will be fun!" added George.

"When is it?" I asked.

"5th of May." said the twins.

"All right, I'll try to attend." I said.

"If Harry comes back by that time, that is." I thought.

"You must." insisted George. "We will be holding it in my house. All of our kids will be sent to Mum for her to take care for. We will have a blast! Drinking alcohol, playing pranks, games…."

"… And a huge wedding anniversary cake!" said Fred.

"…And you can stay overnight if you feel like you have drunk too much…" said George. "My house has more rooms than Fred's."

"…Anyway, there's a lot of stuff to do in the party. Just remember to come." said Fred.

I smiled at the twins. "Okay."

The twins grinned and waved goodbye before they left.

When they closed the door after them, I cried. I cried because there were so many people who cared about me. I cried also because of Harry. What will he say if he sees me in this state? Am I being stupid for "torturing" myself and stop myself from eating?

If Harry knows about this, he probably won't be happy.

I shouldn't let Harry worried over me right now, not when he is at war…

I miss my love, Diary.

When will he write back?

More importantly, when will he come back?

I'm going to bed, the Healer is threatened to throw you out of the window if I don't go to sleep.

Hermione

"What the hell has Harry been doing in Italy? Why hasn't he been writing?" asked Oliver.

Ron shrugged helplessly.

"Read the next one, Ron." said Ginny.

"Nah, you read it." said Ron and Ginny took it.

"Oh, she wrote this down…." said Ginny. "Here goes, 7th of April, 2003…"