: The Blessed : A Harry Potter Love Story – Chapter 9 – Harry's Up, Hannah's Not/Telling Sirius Goodbye/Waking Up
-Harry's POV-
Your head hurt. Ouch, what the hell? I feel like I was run over by a truck, you think. Oh wait, I remember now. Voldermort and his bloody Crucio curse. Wait, he hit Hannah with Sectumsempra! Oh, damn it! You opened your eyes. "Oh god," you say. You open your eyes. You are greeted by the sight of the all-too-bright ceiling of the Hospital Wing. "Ouch..." you groan. " Ohmigod, Harry! You're awake, you're alive!" says Hermione, giving you a giant hug. "It's so good you're awake...you've been out for two weeks, mate," said Ron. "Um, Hermione, there's a thing I need to do to stay alive. It's called breathing," you say. "Oh sorry Harry," she says, blushing. "Um...guys, I just want to know. What happened to Hannah?" you say.
Hermione goes white. You could have sworn that Ron's freckles turned a shade paler too. "Well..." starts Ron. " I guess you have to see for yourself" said Hermione, lacing her fingers together. They stepped aside to reveal Hannah on a bed. You got out of bed and looked at her. You collapsed in a chair from sheer shock; you had never seen her like this, ever.
She was lying on the bed. She was pale and her normally vibrant eyes were closed, as if never to open again. "We kind of hoped to, shield you from seeing her like this," said Hermione. "No, no. It's fine. It's just that she's never been like this," you say. Hermione and Ron look at you with pure pity in their eyes.
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It had been approximately two weeks since you woke up. You, Sophie, Ron and Hermione had spent every waking moment at the Hospital Wing. You also kept on having to owl people so that they could send up clothes and food for you, Sophie, Ron and Hermione.
Her bedside table was crammed with flowers and candy. It surprised you to know how many people cared. You sat back in your chair. She was still in relatively critical condition. It pained you to see her lying there almost lifelessly.
You put your head in your hands. Maybe if I hadn't left her there alone. Maybe if I was faster in running up those stairs. Maybe if I could have fought off the Cruciatus Curse. I did it in my fourth year, why couldn't I fight it then. I don't want her to die because of me, you thought. You rocked forwards and backwards in your chair. This was the same routine day after day. You kept regretting everything you did.
You look at her. She could have lived a free life. If only she had never met you. However, where would that leave you? Sophie was crying helplessly into Hermione's shoulder. You hold her hand. "Hannah, please wake up. Please don't die. Please...Don't leave me here, alone" you whisper. A few hot, salty teardrops fall onto her hand.
-Hannah's POV-
You spent a good long while chatting to Sirius. You were nicely talking about Harry when half of you – the half that was unconscious in the Hospital Wing – felt a hand touch yours. The person was crying slightly, because you felt hot teardrops on your hand. You shudder slightly.
"What's wrong Hannah?" asked Sirius. "I felt...someone. The person, I think it was a he, held my hand and wept slightly. I felt teardrops," you say. "Oh, that'll be Harry. He must be awake by now. I'm afraid that you have to go back now," he said with a hint of sadness. You nodded and he clicked his fingers. You felt like you were falling...
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You were in your body. All of it. You were sure of it because you could feel the pain in your body. You opened your eyes, just to see the harsh white lights of the Hospital Wing. "Ouch. Somebody would have thought that painting the ceiling lemon yellow would have been better," you mutter. You look to your left and see Harry slumped in a chair, crying softly and Sophie also crying. To your right were Hermione; with her tear stained face, asleep and Ron; looking a ghastly shade of white also asleep.
"Hey, where's my welcoming committee?" you say. Hermione wakes up with a start. "Ohmigosh. Hannah, you're alive. Not dead," she says, hugging you. "Hey Hermione, there's something I need to do in order to stay alive, it's called breathing," you gasp. "Oh sorry," she says letting go. Ron wakes up. "Hannah, hey. You got up, I knew you would," he said. 'Hey. How's life been treating you?" "Okay I guess. Harry's been a wreck since he woke up two weeks ago. He practically put his life on hold," says Ron. "Hey, you guys didn't have to put your lives on hold for me," you say, leaning over to Harry. "Poor guy. He has so much on his shoulders. No wonder he's so worn out,"
Sophie hears your voice. "Oh Hannah! Don't you ever scare me like that again she says," rapping you on the head lightly. "Ouch, Sophie. I just woke up from a month long coma, be a little nicer will ya?" you say. "Yeah, but you made us all worried sick. Not to mention that – she points at Harry – was the worst thing ever," she says. "Shut up, let me handle him," you reply, hitting her lightly.
Hermione goes over to Harry. "Harry...-she pokes him- Harry...I have good news," she says. "Hmm? What good news?" he says. "Hannah's awake," "What? Really? Is this someone's sick idea of a joke?" he says. "No really mate, she's awake and looking at you," says Ron.
Harry practically scrambled out of his chair. "Hannah? Are you actually awake? Not some ghost or something?" he whispers. 'Hmm... Let me check. – Pokes self - can you see through me? Nah, I don't think so. Can you feel me? Why don't you test it out?" you say. He comes over and gives you a hug. "Hannah...Don't you ever do that to me again. I was so worried," he says. "Yeah, I noticed. Your tears are very warm by the way," you say. "Wha-what?" "Never mind," you reply, and kiss him. Ron and Hermione exchange the I-know-they'd-do-that look. Sophie puts up her hands and says "Eeew! Make-out alert!" while running into Shawn's arms. "Shawn, hide me from the romance," she says, being the drama queen she is.
-Shawn's POV-
You watched as Sophie ran into your arms. "Shawn, hide me from the romance," she cried. You sighed and looked down at her. She was a great girl. She was your best friend. Nevertheless, you liked her, really liked her. Could your best friend become your girlfriend? Is that even possible? Maybe, it worked for Hermione and Ron. Could it work for me and Sophie? You thought.
"Okay, did someone bring me my clothes?" says Hannah. You point at the bag at the foot of her bed and she grabs it. "Thanks Shawn," she says, going to the bathroom. You shook your head. "Both the Sanchez sisters are alike," you say. "Yeah, they are," chorus the other three. "More than you know it," says Harry. Harry also goes to the OTHER bathroom to take a shower.
You sat back in your chair. You watched as Sophie was so hyperactive – delighted to have her sister back. Ron had to grab her so that she wouldn't yell out the window that Hannah was better. Professor Dumbledore came in. "Ah, Mr. Adams. Would you be so kind as to ask Mr. Weasley to release Ms. Sanchez?" he says. "Oy Ron, release my best friend!" you yell. "Yeah, yeah. Okay" he says. Sophie walks back. "Hello Professor," she chirps. "Ms. Sanchez, could please inform your sister and Mr. Potter to come to my office as soon as possible?" "Okay," she replies.
Hannah comes out of the bathroom. 'Driaverto,' she says, and a warm western wind comes through the window and dries her hair. Harry steps out as well. "Hey sis. Dumbledore says to come to his office. Harry, you too. Go on, lovebirds," she says. "Sophie! Don't call us that! Anyway, Silencio!" Hannah exclaims. Sophie can't speak. Her eyes widen and she tries to attack Hannah. 'Protego,' Hannah says and a shield appears around her and Harry and they go walking out of the Hospital Wing. "Oh, and Shawn. The spell is time released so you can't take it off. It'll wear off at about – she looks at her watch – 5.00pm today. You have three hours. Anyway, see ya later, I have a meeting to attend," she says, before being carried off by Harry.
-Harry's POV-
You dragged Hannah out of the Hospital Wing. "Hannah! We have to go see Dumbledore!" you say. "Wait, wait," she says. "Hannah!" you say. She doesn't hear you. You sigh and grab her. "Harry! What's with the carrying?" she screams. "You and I have to go see Professor Dumbledore now," you say. "Okay, okay. Fine," she huffs.
You put her down and she waltzed slowly in front of you. She hummed a tune as she whirled around. She was obviously in her own world. You shook your head.
Harry and Hannah's Conversation
Hannah…you are in your own world. Why does she have to dance all the time? It makes me want her so much more
Ha-ha, I heard that Harry James Potter.
HANNAH OPHELIA SANCHEZ! You're always invading my thoughts.
Why not? It's fun. In addition, don't use my full name. I hate my middle name.
Ophelia? Why not? I like it.
It's Ophelia. A muggle playwright's tragic heroine, who committed suicide after succumbing to madness after finding out that the man she loves killed her father.
Okay. Don't you ever do that, EVER,
I would not. I would be thankful if you killed him. Anyway, we have arrived, so look up and see where you are going.
You looked up to see the stone gargoyle that was so familiar to you. "Cockroach Cluster?" you say. The gargoyle hops aside to reveal the staircase. "Oh god, I had hoped he changed the password," Hannah groans. You both get on the staircase.
Hannah knocks on the door. "Come in Ms. Sanchez, Mr. Potter," he says. Damn, how does he do that? You walk in. "So nice to see you again," he says, flicking his wand. A pair of chintz armchairs appeared. You both sat down.
"Now…On to business," he says.
Me: I've left you with a very evil cliffhanger, haven't I? Oh well…it is not as evil as what is soon to come.