Forever Yours

Chapter Six

"Ah, Miss Granger, you're awake! Finally! Here, drink some of this." Madam Pomfrey said, rushing to Hermione's bed, holding a blue colored drink in her hand. Hermione sat up slowly and stared at Madam Pomfrey. "Yes, here you go. Sit up slowly, dear."

Hermione took the drink from Madam Pomfrey after she managed to keep her self up. Hermione drank slowly, unaware of what she was drinking, she continued to stare at Madam Pomfrey with caution. When Hermione finished her drink she handed the empty glass to the nurse.

"How are you feeling, dear? Do you have a headache? Feel drowsy?" Madam Pomfrey checked her for a fever. "Madam Pomfrey, I'm fine," Hermione said, "what about my baby?" There was a long silence between the two. "Madam Pomfrey, what about my baby?" Hermione asked again, her voice much stronger, but weak in a nervous way.

Hermione was scared of the answer. She thought she knew what the answer was, but she didn't want to believe the possibility that her baby may not be alive. She started tearing openly and Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Hermione," she said, sitting on Hermione's bed, "don't cry. There is still a chance the baby will make it."

Hermione looked up from her hands and stared at Madam Pomfrey. "What is it? What do I do?" Hermione asked anxious for the answer. Madam Pomfrey sighed again. "There is a certain hospital that takes care of things like this, like when you already know that there isn't a big chance of the baby surviving. You could go there, but the problem is," Madam Pomfrey started to tell her and took a pause. "What?" Hermione asked, starting to cry again. "It costs much money, and that's just to pay the starting fee. You usually have to pay them weekly and that's much more than the enrollment fee."

Hermione started to cry again. She had no money, not a single knut. She was sure Ron didn't and any money Harry had, he was saving up for his own family. She could ask her parents, but even they didn't have the kind of money this hospital wanted. "Well," Hermione said, slowly, "how much is the enrollment fee?"

Madam Pomfrey sighed. "Well, a thousand galleons, minimum. I don't know if they raised it, and the rules change depending on how old you are and what's wrong." Hermione nodded. "And," she said, swallowing a sob, "what happens if I don't go there?"

Madam Pomfrey looked terrified by the suggestion, though, she knew Hermione probably wouldn't be able to afford it. "I don't think the baby will survive." Madam Pomfrey said, tears in her eyes too, getting off of the bed to look at Hermione's file. Hermione started sobbing aloud.

"Hermione, why don't you ask the father for the money?" Madam Pomfrey suggested. Hermione shook her head no. "He-he doesn't know. And he doesn't have any money." Hermione said, choking over a sob. Madam Pomfrey looked confused. "Here drink the water, it will calm you." She gave Hermione a glass of warm water.

"Madam Pomfrey, can you give me a piece of parchment and quill?" Hermione asked, taking a sip of her water. "Sure, dear," Madam Pomfrey said, handing her the parchment, "I'll be right back, I have to check on Mr. Longbottom." Hermione nodded as Madam Pomfrey walked over to the bed where Neville was laying.

Hermione took a book from her bag that was on the side of her bed and leaned on it. She started to write, "Mum and Dad," When Hermione was finished she looked at the letter many times over again to make sure everything was perfect. If she was going to ask for money she had to have the letter perfect. Hermione knew they didn't have that kind of money, even though they made much money where they worked, but her parents were people of the community and often gave to charities. Hermione reread the letter once more to check for anything that may seem as if she wasn't being desperate.

Mum and Dad,

I know we recently had a fight and that you probably don't want to see of hear from me. But I am in trouble and I need your help. I know you hate me, but I'm still your baby and if I was dying I'm sure you would do everything in you power to save me. That's what I'm doing. A day ago, I took a nasty fell, and although the fall was my fault for being in such a rush, my baby is paying the price. The baby is dying, even now, as I write this letter. There is one way to save it, to go to a hospital, but I need money, and your the only ones I can ask for it. Please, I ask, no I beg you to give me some money. Do it for me. I know you hate me, but I was once your baby too...

Love from, Hermione

Hermione gave it to Polka Dot, the hospital owl and told her not to leave until they wrote back. Hermione laid down in her bed. She was exhausted, though she hadn't down anything, she supposed it had to do with her crying. Still, no matter how tired she was, she got up from her bed and walked from the hospital wing when Madam Pomfrey was still attending to Neville...

A/N: Short chapter, I know... Review!