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"Gidget?" I said. "You mean-"

Professor Taylor nodded. "I'm an Animagus, and also a good friend of Hermione's parents. I was in need of a job and after I accepted the Transfiguration job at Hogwarts, I promised Hermione's parents that I would keep a close eye on her. I had Fred and George Weasley give me to Hermione as a pet, seeing as it might help me keep a closer eye on her"

"So, you knew about Hermione's illness all this time, and you never told me?" I asked.

"I thought it would be better if she told you, rather than me" Professor Taylor explained.

I cautiously approached Hermione's bedside and carefully sat in the chair next to her. Her face was pale, as was the rest of her. She had lost more weight since the last time I had seen her, and you could finally begin to notice that she was very sick.

"She's been like that ever since they brought her in" I heard from behind me.

I turned to see who the voice had come from, and it was none other than Ginny Weasley leaning in the darkest corner of the room.

"Ginny"

"Hi, Harry" she said, slowly approaching me. I noticed her eyes were bloodshot, as she tried to force a smile. "I'm so sorry" she said, wrapping her arms around me and beginning to sob.

"Me too" I whispered in her ear, patting her back sympathetically, as tears began to fill my eyes. I tried not to let them fall as I pulled away, for the sake of Ginny.

"She'll be ok. Hermione's a tough girl, she'll make it through this" Ginny said, while wiping the tears from her eyes, and patting my shoulder.

I nodded.

"Where's everyone else?" I said, trying as hard as I could to change the subject.

"The rest of the family is in the waiting room, Hermione's parents, too. They've been with her for so long today, and they thought that you deserve some alone time with her, as well"

Ginny's lip trembled as she took another glance at Hermione. "I'll leave you alone with her now"

Ginny gave me one last hug, then made her way out of the room. I resumed my seat back beside Hermione's bed, took her hand in mine, and held onto it before I fell asleep by her side.

I awoke about 3 hours later to the sound of someone clearing their throat. I opened my eyes to find myself staring back into Hermione's.

"Hey, Beautiful" I said sleepily, while raising my head off her bed. "Did you sleep well?"

She only nodded.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok" She said, weakly. She then tried lifting herself into an upward position, but wincing as she did it. I tried to help her, but she shook her head. "I'm fine" Then she smiled. "You found out my secret"

I looked at her with confusion.

"About Gidget"

"Oh, right" I said. "What's up with that anyway?"

"Well, she's an old friend of the family's, and my parents thought it would be a good idea if I had someone to watch over me at all times. I didn't know that she was gidget until one day when she transformed in my room" Hermione explained.

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. Then, there was a knock at the door, and a slim nurse walked into the room.

"Time to eat" She said, laying the tray on Hermione's lap, then sitting on the edge of her bed. "How ya feeling, honey?" The nurse said, slowly running her hand down the side of Hermione's face.

"I'm fine"

The nurse nodded. "Eat" She said, then rose from the bed and left the room.

Hermione picked up her fork and slowly began eating tiny bits of her food. But not enough, not nearly enough.

"You should really eat" I told her. "It might help you strengthen up a bit"

"I'm not that hungry"

Over the next couple of days Hermione's appetite didn't become larger and, sadly to say, she was only becoming weaker at this point. Now, when the nurse brought her food, she would only pick at it. And she wasn't able to get anything herself. She was in too much pain from the medicine she was taking. She was sleeping a lot more, too. She was asleep more than she was awake. I was finally beginning to realize that this was really happening. That there was absolutely nothing I could do to keep her healthy. I felt so helpless.

"Do you need anything?" I asked, one day when there was nothing she could do but lie there.

"No. I'm fine" She said.

"Please, let me do something" I begged, desperately.

She smiled, weakly. "There's nothing you can do-"

"Don't...don't say that" I said, shaking my head. "There must be something you want"

"You know what I want?" She said. "I want you to hold my hand until I fall asleep"

"That's all you want?"

She nodded.

"Ok" I said, then took her hand in mine, and watched as she closed her eyes.

There was a knock at the door, but I ignored it, assuming that it was just the nurse again. Hermione opened her eyes to see who it was and gasped, as the familiar red head, who was once our friend, entered the room.

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