Hello loyal minions! It's me once again, with a Holiday update! Brought to you straight from the goodness of my heart in wishing u a happy (( insert holiday of choice here )) Hashanah! Ok yeah anyway I didn't really plan this chapter. Actually, no chapter was planned. Just today I got the idea for this chapter, and wrote it, and edited it, and posted it! IN 1 DAY! Yaaay! pats herself on the back! I know it's a little short, and the plot is a little choppy, but I really wanted to get it to you guys because you've been waiting. Also, my atrocious grammar has been brought to my attention, and I'm working on it. Lol I'm not very good at English. Go figure. But anyway, I hope you like it!

Chapter 11: Frozen tears

She was scared, and that was a big thing for Hermione. She was never scared. Most things that scared normal kids had an explanation in a book somewhere, and all she had to do was find it. But this time there was no book, and Hermione was experiencing fear for the first time since her parents died. All the memories flooded back as she lay in her bed late at night.

Her alarm clock beeped once. It was 2:00 in the morning. Still, no sleep. Hermione hadn't slept in 3 days. Even her schoolwork began to show it. In transfiguration, she got an A- on her last test, and a B+ on her last potions quiz. But she couldn't help it. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind would keep asking questions. "Where's Voldemort? What's he planning? When will he find me? What will he do to me?" The list went on and on until she couldn't take it. The questions strung themselves on a string of panic which wrapped itself around her chest, cutting off her air supply and making it impossible to breath.

The room she was in was eerily silent. She looked around as a scream filled her ears.

"That sounds like Harry" she said to herself in a choked whisper. Tears filled her eyes. "Voldemort's here….he's got Harry…and I'm next" tears spilled from her eyes and images of Harry laying dead on the floor filled her head. Then she lay dead on the floor next to him. It was all to real, she had to escape. She jumped from her bed and ran to the boys dorm. A few other gryffindors had heard the scream and were sitting in the common room. Hermione didn't bother to stop and question them. She pounded on the door, screaming few muttled words.

Dean opened the door. "Hermione!" he screamed. He turned around and yelled "It's Hermione!" to someone behind him.

"Good!" she heard Ron's voice come from the room, as well as several high pitched shrieks and moans. She pushed past Dean into the room.

Harry was on the floor. His eyes were open and his eyeballs were rolling about his eyes on their own whim. He was bouncing and rolling spastically, his arms and legs flinging this was and that, each seeming to have a mind of their own. Ron was holding down his right arm and leg, while Neville held down his left arm and leg. There was a small pool of blood under Harry's head, where he had most likely banged in on the floor.

"Oh my God he's having a seizure!" Hermione shrieked and rushed to him.

"No, you think?" Ron yelled back at her.

Hermione placed a hand on his chest. His heart was beating wildly. She ran her hand through his hair. She couldn't tell if Harry could hear them or not. Still, she talked. Maybe to console Harry, maybe to console the other boys, maybe to console herself.

"It's ok Harry….It's Hermione. I'm right here. You're going to be fine, it'll all be ok….." but even as she spoke, tears spilled from her eyes.

Suddenly, Harry stopped shaking. His eyes turned all green and he looked straight up. He spoke in a raspy, shallow voice. It was empty and whistled like wind.

Alone I wait in the dark

Gaining mind, body, and heart

No longer human aid I need

On my own I'll make you bleed

Until my health is at its peak

You are what I wish to seek

Closer to you, I ever notch

And always do I watch

Harry looked at Hermione, his eyes still glowing green

It won't be long now Hermione. Soon you'll be mine.

He laid back on the floor, and gave an evil, maniacal, empty wheezing laugh. Slowly, his eyes faded back to their original color, and he started shaking once more. Everyone was staring at Hermione as she lept up and ran from the room. McGonagal and Madam Pomfrey passed her in the common room. Neither stopped to ask questions as Hermione ran away from the dorm and the 2 older women ran to it.

Hermione pushed her way through portrait hole and ran down the hallway. She didn't know where she was going, but she felt a guiding hand on her shoulder and she followed it. Surprisingly, she met no teachers along the way and stepped out of the front doors and into the snow. She kept running until she reached the large weeping willow by the lake. There, she climbed and sat comfortably on a branch. Finally she let out a huge scream that she felt was holding her chest. She placed her head in her hands and wept.

Only after 10 minuets did she look up. The night air lazily wafted past her, as if it was in no hurry to be anywhere, and everything was calm; everything was silent. Hermione began to notice how cold it was, as there was 4 or 5 inches of snow on the ground, and all she was wearing was a tank top and pajama pants, no shoes or anything. But she didn't want to go back. She was afraid they were going to tell her that Harry was possessed, or dead. Off in the distance, she heard a small voice.

"Hermione…" it yelled. Hermione panicked,

"Hermione…"

Oh no! It's Voldemort! He found me!

"Hermione…"

The voice got louder, and clearer.

"Hermione!"

This is it. I'm dead! Panic clutched her heart and squeezed, hard.

"HERMIONE! IT'S BLOODY COLD OUT HERE! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME THEN GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE!"

Wait…I know that voice! Hermione looked down to see a shock of red hair. She gave the biggest sigh of relief she thought possible.

"Ron, up here!" she yelled down at him. He was standing just a few feet from the tree she was sitting in.

"Where?" he looked around, confused.

Hermione picked up a handful of snow from the branch, packed it into a ball, and lofted it down. It hit Ron in the head. He looked up.

"Where have you BEEN?" he asked, angrily, and began to climb the tree.

"Here" Hermione said simply.

"Do you know how cold it is?" he sat next to her on the branch.

She held an arm out and they both looked at the blue goose bumps on it. He handed her his jacket. Underneath it he had on an ugly maroon sweater. She gratefully put it on.

"How long have you been crying?" he asked.

"How do you know I was crying?" she asked him.

"Your tears froze to your face."

Hermione reached up and realized it was true. "Oh, I don't know" she said.

"Scary huh?" Ron looked at her. She only nodded.

"So, what happened…" she asked.

"Well, me and Neville and Harry were up just chilling and whatever, and then Harry went to bed, and he said he had a headache. I didn't think it was anything big. I thought he had like, allergies or something you know." Ron's voice became a bit more strained. He cleared his throat and continued.

" So me and Neville stayed up to play a game of chess. And then Harry woke up and said he didn't feel well. He got up to get a glass of water…and just kind of…" Ron's voice broke " …Fell over." he shivered.

"And then he started having the seizure?" Asked Hermione. Ron nodded.

"Madam Pomfrey did some kind of spell that made him stop shaking, and then they took him. Dumbledore even came. (( A/N remember, this story was written b4 book 6. Dumbledore's still alive. Yaaaay! ))

"Dumbledore came?" Hermione looked scared.

"Yeah well…" Ron wondered whether or not she should tell her. She was scared enough. Well she is his girlfriend. And besides, she's probably already figured it out anyway. This is Hermione. "They don't reckon it was a seizure. They think he was possessed or something."

Tears filled her eyes. She was right. "You don't mean…"

Ron didn't look at her. "Yeah." The only sound for a few minuets was Hermione's whimpered crying. Finally Ron placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it softly.

"Harry's strong Hermione. He'll be ok. Besides, we've got Madam Pomfrey. If she can grow back an armful of bones in one night, she can do anything." Hermione smiled a small smile. Ron hugged her. "It'll be ok" he repeated. They sat there for a few seconds, Hermione quietly sobbing, even a few tears sliding down Ron's cheeks. Only did they break when the wind picked up and they realized how cold it was.

"Come on, it's getting cold" said Ron.

Hermione sighed. She would have to go back and face reality. Everything seemed so unreal where she was. "Yeah, ok." she said, reluctantly.

They walked back to the castle mostly in silent. The only time they stopped was when Ron picked Hermione up and carried her since she was walking in the snow with no shoes. Other than that, the only sound to be heard was Ron's feet crunching the snow underneath them.

Dumbledore was waiting in the front hall when they walked through.

"I found her, sir." Ron said, taking off his gloves and shaking snow from his hair.

"I see that" said Dumbledore. "Please, come with me Miss Granger. I think Mr. Potter would like to see you. He seems rather lonely. And I myself have a couple questions for you."

Ron started to say something, but Dumbledore interrupted. " I think you should stay here, Mr. Weasly. Mr. Potter shouldn't have too many guests at one time." he smiled, slightly.

Hermione looked at Ron. She was afraid to go see Harry alone. Afraid of what he would say or what kind of effects the 'possession' had on him. Would he still love her? Would he even remember her?

Dumbledore started up the stairs. Hermione slowly followed, unaware of what awaited her, just upstairs.

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