Well, I guess being sick has its advantages. The house is quiet and I have time to type. This is my second chapter today. I'm going to stop talking now and type it up before someone gets home….

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own them. The goddess of the HP universe, JK Rowling, owns them.

Chapter 11

The Comforting Dark

The blackness around me was comforting. The dreams of normal sleep couldn't reach me here. That was probably the greatest blessing. Even though I was in the blackness, I felt like I was floating on the raft at the lake. The lake had many good memories attached to it. I visited it almost every summer with my family. But oddly, that didn't matter. Nothing mattered here. The blackness swallowed all my fear and worries. All the memories too.

I could feel the light above me. Way up. Sometimes, I drew closer to it, hearing people talking around me, but never close enough to hear words. Just sounds. But there was one sound I heard a lot. I knew the voice, and I had heard it somewhere, but I couldn't remember where. It was a nice voice, always comforting. But for now, I was content in the blackness. It was safe here.

I didn't know how long I had been in the blackness, but one day, I heard someone talking to me. I moved closer to the light, wanting to hear. This voice was aged, but kind.

"Miss Granger, you and I both know you can hear me. And you know you can't hide from your problems. There is a certain person who has been here every day and night since you left. He seems very worried. Now you have a life to live so wake up." Hermione suddenly felt very sad. The blackness was no longer comforting. It was stifling. The light above her grew brighter and brighter, then she felt herself fall back into her body. She slowly opened her eyes to see a tall shape standing over her. "Welcome back, Miss Granger. Its late, and I must go see Poppy. Sleep now, everything will be better in the morning." Hermione nodded sleepily and her eyes drooped closed.

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Dumbledore's POV

"Poppy, Miss Granger is awake." I walked into Madame Pomfrey's small office.

"She is? When did she wake up? Did she say anything?" The short woman jumped up, and moved to the door where I was standing.

"It's ok, Poppy. She's sleeping again. But I don't think she is ready to face the world just yet."

"Well, what should I do? What kind of potion should I give her?"

"I think a Dimentichisi potion should do the trick. She will be awake, but safe from harmful memories."

"Certainly, Albus. I'll go to Severus right away."

"No need, Poppy. I have the potion here. When she wakes up, give it to her. I'm heading up to bed now. Good Evening." I turned and walked out the door after setting the potion on a small table near the door.

"Good night, Albus."

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Well, that was different. I didn't realize I was going to type in Dumbledore's perspective. Interesting. Anyway, dimentichisi is Italian for 'forget' so I figured it was good to use. Leave me a review, please oh please.

~WF + LA~