Harry walked along the corridor and stopped at the information desk. The witch was sitting in a chair with her feet propped. She was reading the latest issue of the Quibbler, and eating what appeared to be every flavored beans. She glanced up and set her magazine down.
"Can you tell me if anyone has been to visit Hermione Granger?" The medi-witch look curiously at Harry, then tapped her wand on what looked liked a muggle keyboard. The screen in front of her lit up and she began to read off names.
"Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Arthur and Molly Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Bill Weasley - " The woman took a breath when Harry interrupted her.
"Anyone other than myself, the Weasleys, or the Grangers?" said Harry impatiently. The witch glanced up and gave Harry a forced smile.
"Of course, Mr. Potter," she said, returning her eyes to the screen.
"Neville Longbottom and a Godric DeGricy are the only other two names on her visitor's list," she said. Harry's eyes widened .
"I need the date and time that Godric DeGricy was here," Harry said. The witch gave a Harry a disapproving look, but tapped the keyboard again.
"Yesterday at 7:03. Is there anything else I can help you with," she said with her voice full of irritation.
Harry didn't reply, but instead took off down the corridor and up the stairs to Hermione's room. Ginny and Ron were standing in the middle of the room having it out.
"Ronald Weasley! You have been here for four days straight. I will not let you go on smelling like a Stinkbomb. Mum is letting it slide, but you know full well that when Hermione wakes up, she's going to faint from the smell your putting off," Ginny whispered angrily.
"Someone has to sit with her. What if she wakes up and no one she knows is here?" Ron asked. Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Ron, someone is always going to be with her. We're not going to just leave her here," Ginny said, the anger in her voice gone. She placed a hand on Ron and pulled him into a hug.
"I do smell rather bad, don't I?" Ron said wrapped his arms around his little sister. Ginny let out a small giggle.
"You really do," Ginny said. She glance at the door and saw Harry's hair through the window. She walked over and opened the door smiling at Harry.
"How is she?" asked Harry, as he walked over to the bed in which Hermione lay. Her chest rose and fell slowly and it took all Harry had to keep from feeling as though this was his fault. Everyone kept telling him it wasn't, but seeing her lying in the bed like that - it was hard not to blame himself.
"She's doing better. I went down for some water while Fred sat with her last night. When I came back, I would swear that she smiled," Ron said happily.
"Ron, when did you go for water?" Harry asked, as he mind was racing. Hermione had shown no improvement until last night.
"I left about seven last night and came back about 15 minutes later. Bloody long line just to get water," Ron said.
"Ginny, go through the floo to Fred and tell him I need to see him immediately. I don't care what he's doing, I need to talk to him," Harry said. Ginny nodded and left the room.
"Harry, what has you so riled up? All I did was leave them here for a few minutes. Harry!" Ron said loudly when Harry didn't answer the first time.
"I'll explain when Fred gets here," Harry said. He walked over to the bed and placed his hand on Hermione's. He was shocked when he felt her fingers tighten around his hand. A few seconds later, Ginny returned with Fred.
"Fred, when you sat with Hermione last night, do you remember a Godric DeGricy coming in here?" Harry asked. Fred shook his head no, but then stopped.
"Anything strange happen while you were here?" Fred started to shake his head no again, but stopped.
"Harry, I sat down in the chair, Ron left, two minutes later he was back," Fred said looking at Harry,
"Ron was gone for fifteen minutes Fred," said Harry. Fred once again shook his head no.
"Nope. Ron was gone no more than two or three minutes. I had barely sat down when he came back," Fred said, looking at Harry as though he was accusing him of something.
"Any of you know a Godric DeGricy?" Harry asked. Everyone was silent, but then a voice spoke.
"He's the man who saved me." Everyone turned quickly to see Hermione pulling herself up in the bed. Ginny squealed, Harry stood speechless, and Ron leapt over the chair and pulled Hermione into a hug.
"Hermione, how do you know that?" Harry asked while walking over and pulling Hermione into a hug.
"I saw him last night. I was laying in a field staring at the stars when I heard something. It's been what three…four days since I was knocked out?" Hermione asked, looking around. They nodded and she continued. "Anyway, I was laying in the field which went on forever. I walked and walked but it's nothing but field. Well, I heard a voice and then saw a man standing over me. He told me to get up and follow him. Of course I thought I was losing my mind, but I had been laying in that field for two days. I followed him and we finally came to a doorway in the middle of the field. He said he couldn't go through it but I was needed so I was being allowed to go through."
Harry, Ron, and Ginny sat looking at her with a slightly bewildered expression.
"Anything else you can remember about him?" Ginny asked.
"It was the strangest thing. He looked so much like Cedric Diggory," Hermione said, but it didn't take long for her to go into analyzing mode. "What did you say his name was?"
"Godric DeGricy."
"It's an anagram. Re-arrange the letter Harry. Godric DeGricy is Cedric Diggory," Hermione said. They all sat staring at Hermione as her eyes caught Harry's. Harry walked to the door and was gone before anyone could stop him.