Chapter 2: Something's missing?
"STOP! STOP!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, circling the stadium on his firebolt. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and everyone crowded around Hermione. She lay unconscious and the students about her whispered amongst themselves, wondering if she was going to be alright.
Annoyed, Professor Mcgonagall took out her wand from her robes and bellowed, "SILENCIO!" The crowd suddenly hushed and, in a calm voice, Professor Mcgonagall instructed them all to return to their dorms. Madam Pomfrey kneeled beside Hermione and tended to the unconscious 7th year girl.
As the crowd parted, Harry flew straight towards Hermione, landing mere feet away from where she lay
"Is she alright?" Harry asked as soon as Madam Pomfrey was in earshot.
"Well if we don't get this young lady in the hospital wing soon, she won't be!" Madam Pomfrey said, shaking her fist angrily at the departing Slytherins. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey conjured up a stretcher and levitated Hermione from the ground. Silent, Harry followed Madam Pomfrey to the Hospital Wing.
Harry watched as Hermione lay in the small cot, noticing the ugly bruises that began to form on her face. Ron burst into the room. "Hermione!" he rushed over to the bed and stared at her, lost for words. Harry looked up at his other best friend. Ron stood there in shock, the color drained from his face, leaving his freckles to stand out more then they usually did.
"Ron?" Harry started. "Are you all right?"
Ron glanced at him for a moment then returned his gaze on Hermione. His mood suddenly changed from shock to vivid anger. His eyes flashed. "I'm going to kill Malfoy if it's the last thing I do!"
"Ron, no, don't get ahead of yourself. We should be reasonable..." a low moan escaped from Hermione's lips as she twisted in her cot. Anger flashed in Harry's green eyes. "Lets get that little bugger."
They both ran out of the hospital wing, leaving behind a very relieved Madam Pomfrey. Those two were so stubborn that she knew trying to get them to leave their best friend would be near impossible!
Hermione was absent from all of her classes for the next two weeks. Ron and Harry had found Draco Malfoy on that unfortunate day sitting alone in the library. The details are not particularly important. All one needs to know is that he showed up the next day to potions with a nasty black eye. He insisted that he had tripped and fallen down three flights of stairs and his eye had hit up against the corner of an abandoned chair. Everyone remained mystified by the real reason behind his disfiguration and he dared not tell, too humiliated to even rat on Harry and Ron to a professor. He had adopted muggle sunglasses, to hide his eye.
Classes didn't seem the same without the "Miss know-it-all". Even the teachers missed her presence. Whenever they asked the class a question, their eyes would go automatically to where Hermione Granger usually sat, and, noticing her empty seat, their eyes would look upon the rest of the class in disappointment to see not a single hand up in the air. And of course all the Gryffindors missed her, the house points Hermione normally earned for Gryffindor were sorely missed indeed.
The only teacher who could care less about Hermione Granger, as much as a fat kid loves exercise, was Professor Snape. Yes for two whole weeks she was gone, and the greasy haired professor cared not a bit. Actually it appeared like he was in a cheery mood. The strange Irish jigs he did in the hallways... but forget him now, this fic is about the Hermione.
Hermione came about from her slumber in a week, however her full recuperation took another week. When Madam Pomfrey's minute scrutinization couldn't find anything wrong about her, she agree to let Hermione go from the hospital wing. But something unusual happened instead...
"Ron! Harry!" Hermione greeted both Harry and Ron with a friendly hug.
"Glad to have you back Hermione" Harry grinned.
She smiled. "So, did I miss anything?"
"Well..." Harry began. "After we found out that it was all Malfoy's fault for you having end up in the hospital wing and all for two weeks, we sort of got back at him for you." He grinned at Ron, who grinned back.
"Is that good?" Hermione asked them, confusion written all over her face.
"Of course it is!" Ron replied.
"Okay then!"
Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Are you all right?'
"I feel great Harry! But thanks for worrying!"
(A/N BTW they're walking towards the Great Hall for lunch during this time.)
They soon reached the great hall and sat down for lunch.
"Harry, Ron, why is Malfoy wearing sunglasses," asked a confused Hermione, looking over to the Slytherin table. Harry and Ron exchanged another grin.
"Don't worry about it 'Mione, eat up!" And with that Ron began to shovel food into his mouth and an enormously alarming rate.
"Hey Hermione, could you pass me the salt?" Ron asked through a mouthful of food.
"Sure Ron!" Reaching for the salt shaker Hermione unconsciously unscrewed the top and handed it to him. As Ron began to shake salt over his chips (A/N chips in the UK are French Fries here) and out toppled out all the salt. The once full salt shaker was not empty, its contents on Ron's plate.
"Hermione?! Why did you do that for!" Ron stared at her wide-eyed.
Hermione looked hurt. "I just passed you the salt."
"Why did you unsrew the top?! "
"Well sorry, you should have told me how tight you wanted the top screwed on next time!" Hermione shot back with a huff.
"What kind of ridiculous justification is that?" Ron was turning red with anger, trying to brush off as much salt from his fries as he could.
"Hermione? Are you sure you're all right?" Harry cut in, not wanting the silly dispute to get out of hand.
"I'm fine! What's wrong with you two!" And with that she burst into tears and ran out of the great hall.
Hermione ran down the nearest stairway and when she tired, she stopped to catch her breath. , She now wasn't sure where she was but right now it didn't matter to her. She replayed the lunch scene in her mind, her own questions confusing her.
She then paced back and forth , thinking back on how rude Ron and Harry had been to her. What had she done? Why were they mad at her? She had only been trying to help!
Suddenly, a wooden door appeared in the middle of the hall and, involuntarily, Hermione walked though.
"Father! It won't work! I've told you already! If we do that we'll get caught!"
"I have told you many times before Teresa, if don't start causing more trouble soon, I'll be out of business."
"But there has got to be another way!"
Suddenly, through the door came...Hermione!
"Who is she! What is going on here!?" Teresa's father bellowed.
The young girl quickly silenced her father and went up the bewildered, bushy haired girl. "What's your name? How did you get here?" She asked with feigned sweetness .
"My name is Hermione Granger." She replied. "And I don't know how I got here, I just saw a door appear and before I had known it I had gone through and..."
"Hush, let me see..." Teresa scanned the girl from head to toe. Placing her cold fingertips on Hermione's temples, Teresa closed her eyes. A wide grin broke out on her face. "Ah ha! I knew there was something strange about you!" With a jump of joy, Teresa twirled to face her father.
"Father!" Teresa's eyes shone. "We're saved! It seems that this young girl has come from Hogwarts and has apparently lost her conscious! She is like a child, not knowing the differences between right or wrong, her mind ready to mold!"
"And how will that help us?" her father replied, apparently confused.
"Don't you get it? She can help us!" She emphasized, her already wide grin ready to break her face.
Her father's head snapped in realization. "By Merlin! Teresa! You're a genius!"
"Father, let me handle everything." She turned back to the young girl who just stood there, edgily waiting for someone to explain everything to her..
"What were you just talking about? What is going on? Why wont anyone explain anything to me!"
Teresa put her arm around her, pretending to sympathize and trying to comfort the disturbed girl.
"Now Hermione, tell me if what I say true. Your friends have not been treating you fairly, am I correct?"
"Yes..."
"And you would like to do something nice to them by doing them a favor. Then they could all like you again, right?"
Hermione smiled. "Exactly!"
"Perfect! Well then I have a present for you that will help you give them what they really want!"
"Oh please! I'd love it!"
Teresa smiled and went behind a curtain. "I'll be right back! You can go make yourself comfortable over there!" she pointed to an overstuffed couch that Hermione could have sworn wasn't there a moment ago. With a shrug, Hermione sat down.
Shortly, Teresa came back with a spherical object cradled in her hands. "Here, take this.' She handed Hermione the sphere. Hermione took it with both hands. "What is it?" she asked. "It is a magic 8-ball. You see, whenever you want to do a certain someone a favor, you just say their name and shake the ball, then, it will say right here-"She pointed to a blank space on the sphere just long enough for a couple of sentences to be read. "What you can do for them that will make them happy.": She smiled warmly.
Hermione stared in awe. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I wish I could do something in return!"
"Oh don't worry" The other girl said to herself absent-mindedly "You're doing us a huge favor."
Then without another thought, Hermione went through the door back to Hogwarts.
Later...
"Now let's see now...who shall I do first?" Hermione sat in her bed while everyone was fast asleep. "How about...Ron!" She said his name out loud and then shook the black ball. "Ooh! Interesting..."
A/N OH NO!!! What will Hermione do?! Want to find out? REVIEW! Fuzzy smiley stickers to everyone who reviews! Please!!!!!! I don't think I'll make another chapter if I don't get at least 10 reviews!!! - R&R!!!!! BTW...
To harrypotterluver (anonymous person): thanx for the suggestion! I'll expand my vocabulary a bit. How was this chapter anyway?
To notlefmot: Thanks for reviewing!
To other people who HAVEN'T reviewed!!! Please review! I get sad when no one reviews! Pleaz!!! R&R!!!
"STOP! STOP!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, circling the stadium on his firebolt. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and everyone crowded around Hermione. She lay unconscious and the students about her whispered amongst themselves, wondering if she was going to be alright.
Annoyed, Professor Mcgonagall took out her wand from her robes and bellowed, "SILENCIO!" The crowd suddenly hushed and, in a calm voice, Professor Mcgonagall instructed them all to return to their dorms. Madam Pomfrey kneeled beside Hermione and tended to the unconscious 7th year girl.
As the crowd parted, Harry flew straight towards Hermione, landing mere feet away from where she lay
"Is she alright?" Harry asked as soon as Madam Pomfrey was in earshot.
"Well if we don't get this young lady in the hospital wing soon, she won't be!" Madam Pomfrey said, shaking her fist angrily at the departing Slytherins. Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey conjured up a stretcher and levitated Hermione from the ground. Silent, Harry followed Madam Pomfrey to the Hospital Wing.
Harry watched as Hermione lay in the small cot, noticing the ugly bruises that began to form on her face. Ron burst into the room. "Hermione!" he rushed over to the bed and stared at her, lost for words. Harry looked up at his other best friend. Ron stood there in shock, the color drained from his face, leaving his freckles to stand out more then they usually did.
"Ron?" Harry started. "Are you all right?"
Ron glanced at him for a moment then returned his gaze on Hermione. His mood suddenly changed from shock to vivid anger. His eyes flashed. "I'm going to kill Malfoy if it's the last thing I do!"
"Ron, no, don't get ahead of yourself. We should be reasonable..." a low moan escaped from Hermione's lips as she twisted in her cot. Anger flashed in Harry's green eyes. "Lets get that little bugger."
They both ran out of the hospital wing, leaving behind a very relieved Madam Pomfrey. Those two were so stubborn that she knew trying to get them to leave their best friend would be near impossible!
Hermione was absent from all of her classes for the next two weeks. Ron and Harry had found Draco Malfoy on that unfortunate day sitting alone in the library. The details are not particularly important. All one needs to know is that he showed up the next day to potions with a nasty black eye. He insisted that he had tripped and fallen down three flights of stairs and his eye had hit up against the corner of an abandoned chair. Everyone remained mystified by the real reason behind his disfiguration and he dared not tell, too humiliated to even rat on Harry and Ron to a professor. He had adopted muggle sunglasses, to hide his eye.
Classes didn't seem the same without the "Miss know-it-all". Even the teachers missed her presence. Whenever they asked the class a question, their eyes would go automatically to where Hermione Granger usually sat, and, noticing her empty seat, their eyes would look upon the rest of the class in disappointment to see not a single hand up in the air. And of course all the Gryffindors missed her, the house points Hermione normally earned for Gryffindor were sorely missed indeed.
The only teacher who could care less about Hermione Granger, as much as a fat kid loves exercise, was Professor Snape. Yes for two whole weeks she was gone, and the greasy haired professor cared not a bit. Actually it appeared like he was in a cheery mood. The strange Irish jigs he did in the hallways... but forget him now, this fic is about the Hermione.
Hermione came about from her slumber in a week, however her full recuperation took another week. When Madam Pomfrey's minute scrutinization couldn't find anything wrong about her, she agree to let Hermione go from the hospital wing. But something unusual happened instead...
"Ron! Harry!" Hermione greeted both Harry and Ron with a friendly hug.
"Glad to have you back Hermione" Harry grinned.
She smiled. "So, did I miss anything?"
"Well..." Harry began. "After we found out that it was all Malfoy's fault for you having end up in the hospital wing and all for two weeks, we sort of got back at him for you." He grinned at Ron, who grinned back.
"Is that good?" Hermione asked them, confusion written all over her face.
"Of course it is!" Ron replied.
"Okay then!"
Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
"Hermione?" Harry asked. "Are you all right?'
"I feel great Harry! But thanks for worrying!"
(A/N BTW they're walking towards the Great Hall for lunch during this time.)
They soon reached the great hall and sat down for lunch.
"Harry, Ron, why is Malfoy wearing sunglasses," asked a confused Hermione, looking over to the Slytherin table. Harry and Ron exchanged another grin.
"Don't worry about it 'Mione, eat up!" And with that Ron began to shovel food into his mouth and an enormously alarming rate.
"Hey Hermione, could you pass me the salt?" Ron asked through a mouthful of food.
"Sure Ron!" Reaching for the salt shaker Hermione unconsciously unscrewed the top and handed it to him. As Ron began to shake salt over his chips (A/N chips in the UK are French Fries here) and out toppled out all the salt. The once full salt shaker was not empty, its contents on Ron's plate.
"Hermione?! Why did you do that for!" Ron stared at her wide-eyed.
Hermione looked hurt. "I just passed you the salt."
"Why did you unsrew the top?! "
"Well sorry, you should have told me how tight you wanted the top screwed on next time!" Hermione shot back with a huff.
"What kind of ridiculous justification is that?" Ron was turning red with anger, trying to brush off as much salt from his fries as he could.
"Hermione? Are you sure you're all right?" Harry cut in, not wanting the silly dispute to get out of hand.
"I'm fine! What's wrong with you two!" And with that she burst into tears and ran out of the great hall.
Hermione ran down the nearest stairway and when she tired, she stopped to catch her breath. , She now wasn't sure where she was but right now it didn't matter to her. She replayed the lunch scene in her mind, her own questions confusing her.
She then paced back and forth , thinking back on how rude Ron and Harry had been to her. What had she done? Why were they mad at her? She had only been trying to help!
Suddenly, a wooden door appeared in the middle of the hall and, involuntarily, Hermione walked though.
"Father! It won't work! I've told you already! If we do that we'll get caught!"
"I have told you many times before Teresa, if don't start causing more trouble soon, I'll be out of business."
"But there has got to be another way!"
Suddenly, through the door came...Hermione!
"Who is she! What is going on here!?" Teresa's father bellowed.
The young girl quickly silenced her father and went up the bewildered, bushy haired girl. "What's your name? How did you get here?" She asked with feigned sweetness .
"My name is Hermione Granger." She replied. "And I don't know how I got here, I just saw a door appear and before I had known it I had gone through and..."
"Hush, let me see..." Teresa scanned the girl from head to toe. Placing her cold fingertips on Hermione's temples, Teresa closed her eyes. A wide grin broke out on her face. "Ah ha! I knew there was something strange about you!" With a jump of joy, Teresa twirled to face her father.
"Father!" Teresa's eyes shone. "We're saved! It seems that this young girl has come from Hogwarts and has apparently lost her conscious! She is like a child, not knowing the differences between right or wrong, her mind ready to mold!"
"And how will that help us?" her father replied, apparently confused.
"Don't you get it? She can help us!" She emphasized, her already wide grin ready to break her face.
Her father's head snapped in realization. "By Merlin! Teresa! You're a genius!"
"Father, let me handle everything." She turned back to the young girl who just stood there, edgily waiting for someone to explain everything to her..
"What were you just talking about? What is going on? Why wont anyone explain anything to me!"
Teresa put her arm around her, pretending to sympathize and trying to comfort the disturbed girl.
"Now Hermione, tell me if what I say true. Your friends have not been treating you fairly, am I correct?"
"Yes..."
"And you would like to do something nice to them by doing them a favor. Then they could all like you again, right?"
Hermione smiled. "Exactly!"
"Perfect! Well then I have a present for you that will help you give them what they really want!"
"Oh please! I'd love it!"
Teresa smiled and went behind a curtain. "I'll be right back! You can go make yourself comfortable over there!" she pointed to an overstuffed couch that Hermione could have sworn wasn't there a moment ago. With a shrug, Hermione sat down.
Shortly, Teresa came back with a spherical object cradled in her hands. "Here, take this.' She handed Hermione the sphere. Hermione took it with both hands. "What is it?" she asked. "It is a magic 8-ball. You see, whenever you want to do a certain someone a favor, you just say their name and shake the ball, then, it will say right here-"She pointed to a blank space on the sphere just long enough for a couple of sentences to be read. "What you can do for them that will make them happy.": She smiled warmly.
Hermione stared in awe. "Oh my gosh! Thank you so much! I wish I could do something in return!"
"Oh don't worry" The other girl said to herself absent-mindedly "You're doing us a huge favor."
Then without another thought, Hermione went through the door back to Hogwarts.
Later...
"Now let's see now...who shall I do first?" Hermione sat in her bed while everyone was fast asleep. "How about...Ron!" She said his name out loud and then shook the black ball. "Ooh! Interesting..."
A/N OH NO!!! What will Hermione do?! Want to find out? REVIEW! Fuzzy smiley stickers to everyone who reviews! Please!!!!!! I don't think I'll make another chapter if I don't get at least 10 reviews!!! - R&R!!!!! BTW...
To harrypotterluver (anonymous person): thanx for the suggestion! I'll expand my vocabulary a bit. How was this chapter anyway?
To notlefmot: Thanks for reviewing!
To other people who HAVEN'T reviewed!!! Please review! I get sad when no one reviews! Pleaz!!! R&R!!!