Title: Another Kind of Help
Genre: Drama/ Romance/ Humor
Category: Sequel/ Full Story
Summary: Sequel to Girl Help Harry and Hermione have moved on with their life. They've got a family to take care of and friends to have fun with. But soon, someone's going to help them. Another kind of help, a kind they don't need. When dangerous things start happening to their friends and family, who is to blame? Has Ginny let it go?
Crys: Okay, sorry about the skipping...It was Christmas week! So, here's the best thing to read after having a good week... n.n;; Dedicated to Michy Wee, for wondering why the hell haven't I been updating...She reminded me to start, and I found that I had already completed writing chapter 2...
Another Kind of Help
Chapter 2: The Voice
Harry carried Hermione to the couch as Ron tried to wake her back up. Parvati was standing next to Harry, trying to keep Melissa from falling over like her mother. In the end, Ron carried Hermione as Harry and Parvati helped Melissa Apparate to the hospital.
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Hermione paced the length of the hallway, occasionally pulling on a thick brown curl. Turning to the nurse, who had just walked from the room, here eyes were distraught and filled with tears.
"Is Melissa alright? Can I go and see her now? Is she awake yet?" She asked the nurse, her voice raspy. The nurse nodded.
"I don't know if she'll be okay, but you can see her. She's awake." Hermione rushed over and pushed the door open.
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Hermione walked over tot he side of the bed slowly, her eyes welled up with tears. "Melissa?" She said in a small, squeaky voice.
"Mommy!" She said, sitting up, but then sitting back down.
"Don't sit up to fast, Melissa." Hermione said, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder and pushing her down. "Can you tell me what happened to you?" The girl nodded, her eyes glassy.
"I was walking out of the school with Amy and..."
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"Amy! Come on, my mommy said I could walk home with you!" An excited Melissa Potter jumped down the school steps up to her friend Amy. Melissa's scarf was hanging loosely over her jacket as they together walked the block to her house.
"Amy, will you be able to come outside after you finish your homework?" Amy contemplated slowly.
"I think so, I'll ask my mommy." They had to cross over the street to Amy's house. They walked through her backyard and looked at the forest-like texture behind her house.
"Wanna see a frog?" Melissa nodded slowly. Softly, a voice drifted to her ears as she started to walked into the thick grass.
"Melissa...come here." It said softly. It sounded...very familiar. Like she had heard it somewhere.
"Did you hear that, Amy? Did you?" Melissa asked frantically, sounding worried. Amy gave her a weird look, shaking her head, and turning back to the grass.
"Melissa, Amy can't hear me...Come here..." It called out to her softly again.
"Where are you!" Melissa shouted.
"Melissa!" She whipped around to see Amy looking at her. "Aren't you coming with me?" Melissa nodded dumbly.
"In a second, Amy." She carefully turned back to the bushes.
"By the house...Melissa...by the house..." Slowly, Melissa walked over to the back window of Amy's first floor. Amy called out. "Melissa!" Amy ran forward and caught Melissa's hand.
"Don't go inside, yet." All of a sudden, a hand reached out of the bushes. Who it belonged too? They didn't stay to find out. They started off screaming into the tall forest in Amy's yard.
"Quick! I think since you live near here we could cut through a yard and run across!" Amy shouted. Melissa nodded, her breath coming short.
"Oh!" Amy fell over, and Melissa toppled over her, but scrambled to her feet to help Amy up. Footsteps were falling faster and louder as Amy's foot was caught under a branch. Melissa screamed loudly and began tugging harder.
"No! Stop it!" Amy called out, but Melissa's grip was harder than she had imagined and Amy fell free. They both began to run, but the person was visible behind them. In a black hooded robe, the person was catching up quickly.
Amy and Melissa came to a fence. Melissa bent down as Amy climbed on her shoulders to cross the fence. Meanwhile...
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Jon was walking home innocently, when he saw that the house across the street had some extra company. It was Amy, his sister's friend. Just as he was about to jog over, the gate was blasted through as Melissa fell from the gaping hole, followed by a black figure. It stood over his sister and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and tossed her back against the house. Amy snuck past him and ran screaming into the fence to try and get back home.
Melissa stood back up and a large burst of energy, like the one that blew the fence open, came from her and hit the person in front of her. Jon was shocked still and couldn't move himself. It wasn't until the gleam from a shiny silver object was raised above his only sister, he ran towards his house to tell his parents.
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Dripping. What was dripping? Melissa asked herself. Prying her eyes open --they felt glued together-- she sat upright. And blood fell in between her eyes. Standing up, clutching her hand to her side, she ran across the street to her home. Stumbling over into the lawn, she pushed her bloody hand into the ground and stumbled towards the door. Her mother pushed the door open and she could see tears running down Jake's face. Her mother stood in front of her for a second, before toppling over.
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"And then I opened the door and you fainted." The girl finished. Hermione's eyes looked slightly pained at the recounting of the story.
"Who was it, Melissa. Who came after you?" The girl's eyes looked distant, before focusing back onto her mother.
"I don't know, mommy! I didn't see his face!"
"It was a man?" Hermione asked quickly. Melissa nodded.
"He was strong and had a deep voice." Melissa said softly. The door was practically beat down as Harry walked in with Jon and Jake in his arms.
"Melissa!" Jon exclaimed, hugging his sister.
"Ow, Jon. That hurt." HE looked sheepish.
"Sorry, Mel. Are you okay?" She nodded, her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, curls falling out and hanging stiffly.
"Just a bit pained. But, I'm okay." Harry walked over to the girl and gave her a hug.
"Oh Melissa, we were so worried about you." He kissed the girl's forehead. "We're just glad you're okay, baby." Jake seemed content with the way Melissa was responding, so he reached out and grabbed his sister's hand. Or, her finger. Melissa smiled and shook it, making him laugh.
"I'm glad I'm okay too." Melissa said softly.
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Melissa was asleep when the voice from earlier that day came back into mind. Did she truly recognize the voice enough to follow it? She was stupid, yes. But Melissa recognized the voice. Sighing, she cleared her mind and fell deeper into sleep immediately.
Crys: Well, at least Melissa's alright now...But that's not the complete end! Well, pertaining to Melissa? For now it is. A piece of what is to come in later chapters of this story...
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Melissa's dark eyes were ringed with circles as she crashed to the floor again. She didn't believe the doctors--she thought they had lied to her about her condition. With a hateful, frustrated sob, she dropped to her knees, pain coursing through her body again. She curled herself in the corner of the dark room.
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"My daughter isn't crazy! Nor am I! I know what I saw and she does too!" Hermione yelled angrily, as Harry tried to calm her down.
"Hermione please." He said softly, the woman turning to him and embracing him. "It's going to be okay--we'll sort this out sooner or later."
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Crys: Dramatic, I know. Well, that isn't for a long while, though. So, read this and hopefully leave a nice review!
Another Kind of Help
Chapter 2: The Voice