Chapter 8

Harry returned an hour and a half later.

" What is it!" Hermione was willing to try anything.

" I remember talking to Lupin about this spell about the mind, but it's really complicated."

" Harry, look who you are talking to." she said.

" You're right, but it's an area of divination and most," he searched for the right word, " sane wizards don't try, because it is to unpredictable and dangerous for both parties involved! If something happened, if something was wrong with any part of the spell, you could go into the same state that Ron is in! I can't let you do that... I can't loose you both."

" Harry, I love Ron. And I don't care if- whatever happens, I want him back!"

" But Hermione, Dumbledore said that he is dying, maybe it's best to leave him in the coma-"

" Harry, will you listen to yourself! He is your best friend!"

" And for that reason I don't want him to suffer anymore than he has to!" he said sternly.

" But I will get the book and the ingredients for you," he softened his tone, "And I'll get Dumbledore to sign a pass for me to get the book out of the restricted section."

" Just make sure that you copy all of the ingredients down AND how much to use and-"

" I will Hermione." he assured her.

" Oh, and Harry."

" What?" he asked casually.

" Thanks." she smiled.

" No problem." he said and left for the library.

" Hold on Ron." Hermione whispered.

Hermione was having a terrible time sleeping and kept having sharp pains in her stomache. She woke up in a sweat.

'What's wrong with me?' she thought, 'I can't be up all hours of the night worrying about what I have no control over.'

'But I do have some control...don't I?'

" Ahh." she seized up.

She walked slowly across the room.

The pain grew.

She couldn't stand and fell to the floor.

She was in agony.

She couldn't move, she was panicking.

"Madam Pompfrey." she called over and over again.

Madam Pompfrey came out and assisted her with a sleeping drought.

The worst for the night was over.

Three weeks had passed since Hermione had been released from the hospital wing.

She and Harry were working tirelessly at mixing the potion and getting the technique of the spell right so that nothing would go wrong.

They were in the common room when ...

" Harry!" came a distressed voice.

" Yeah, Gin?"

" They are moving Ron!" She came tearing through the common room.

" Who is? And where?"

Ginny held up the letter her mother addressed to her.

" NO!" said Hermione. She looked at Harry.

" Hermione, no. You're not ready for this." He said.

" I won't get another chance Harry, please understand. If you love him as much as I do then you will understand why I need him and he needs me. Our future and friendship depends on this." she pleaded.

" Hermione," he started, "Just be careful and bring Ron back to us."

"I will." she said determined.

"Harry, thanks for understanding how much he needs me and how much I need him."

" Hey, I need both of you." Harry confided in her.