Chapter 8 Emergency

"Hermione," Harry said, shocked out of his mind. "Did you have some drinks too?"

"No," she said simply as she climbed on top of him. "I just love you. I want you."

"Her-" he was cut off by Hermione kissing him. He responded like any other boy and kissed her back. She started to grind against him . His pants got uncomfortably tight. Hermione started to run her hands up and down Harry's thigh and Harry moaned into her mouth. Harry ran his hands up and down her sides and along her breasts. Hermione started to unbutton Harry's shirt.

But then Hermione's body suddenly went limp and her eyes closed.

"Hermione?" Harry shook her. "Hermione? Wake up. Please."

No response. Harry laid her on the bed and ran to his trunk and took out the mirror Sirius had given him.

"Sirius," he shouted. Sirius's head appeared in the glass.

"Yes, Harry. What do you need," he asked.

"Sirius, something's wrong with Hermione. I need you to get Dumbledore and get here as fast as you can," he said urgently. Sirius nodded and vanished. Harry ran to his parents room to awake them and tell them what happened. They snapped out of their drunken confusion and raced into Hermione's room while Harry went to alert Hailey, Austin, Dave, and Lyddia.

Professor Dumbledore arrived with Sirius a few minutes later. He took one look at Hermione and paled. He said, "We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey."

He took out a ordinary looking soup can from under his robe and muttered, "Portus. Grab onto this everyone. Good. Three. Two. One."

They were whisked away in a sea of green. Harry's knee's buckled as his feet touched down. Sirius picked him up and he looked around to see the not to uncommon Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey came rushing into the bed area.

"Oh my goodness," she said, looking down at the girl. "What on Earth happened?"

Everyone looked at Harry. He sighed, "It's a long story.

"We got back from the club and put Mum and Dad in bed. 'Mione and me went into her bed. She was acting really strangely. She said she wanted to do "'It"'. So we started kissing. And then she fell unconscious."

"Hmm," was all Madam Pomfrey said.

"Can you help her," Harry asked.

"Well, I can try."

Madam Pomfrey ushered everyone out of the wing and into the waiting area. Harry started pacing back and forth.

"Harry, it's it soon to start pacing," said Hailey. She got up and guided him to a chair at the far end of the room. "Sit. Chill. Nothing will happen to Hermione. I promise."

He looked at her. "Thanks. That helps a lot."

Hailey smiled. "Your welcome. You know, everyone is right. You do look like your dad. But you have your mom's eyes. But it's weird, in a way we sort of look alike."

"Yeah, we do. But I don't see it. Everyone says I look like them. In a way, it sort of annoy's me. But I also take it as a compliment," he said. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I wish I knew what is going on in there. I wish I knew what was wrong."

"Some things we are not meant to know. Everything that happens, happens for a reason. It's the way that the Beings Above us let us know that we don't have everything figured out and that they're in charge. It stops us right in our tracks."

Madam Pomfrey emerged from the Hospital Wing and motioned for Harry and Dumbledore to follow her. Hermione's still body lay on a bed covered in a thin, white sheet.

"Is she ok," Harry asked. Madam Pomfrey did not speak. "Is she? Tell me the truth."

"I don't know," she finally said. "I don't what she was poisoned with, so I don't know how to treat her."

"Poisoned," Harry half yelled. "What do you mean poisoned?"

"I think someone may have slipped something into her drink while you were at the club or whatever it was," Madam Pomfrey said slowly. "Did you say she was trying to have sex with you?"

Harry nodded. She paled. "Oh, dear. I know what's wrong. Some one has slipped a potion in her drink that makes someone aroused. But if taken in large quantities, it will kill the person. The first side effect is what has happened to Miss. Granger. If we don't act fast, we'll loose her by tomorrow morning."

"No," Harry whispered. He walked out of the wing and dropped into a chair. Lily came and hugged him. The tears just came and Harry cried like no tomorrow in his mother's arms.

"Oh, Harry dear, what's wrong," she asked.

"Hermione's going to die," he said in between sobs. Lily looked over at James in worry.

"Sh. It's going to be ok," she said softly. "Dumbledore, can I take him home?"

"Certainly," he said and conjured a porktkey. She said her thanks and touched the shoe. She and Harry were transported home. Home home. Godric's Hollow home. Of course this is what Lily meant when she said home. And Dumbledore knew it. He's a very smart man. Lily sat down on the living room couch with Harry.

"Mum, what am I going to do," Harry asked. "I need her to live. I can't go on without her."

"You really love her don't you," she asked quietly. Harry nodded. Lily smiled and took a ring off of her left hand. It was her engagement ring. "Harry, I want you to have this. James gave it to me when we were your age. When he asked me to marry him, it was the happiest day of my life. Ask her when the time is right. She will make it through this. I know she will."

"Thanks, mum," Harry said.

"Oh, your welcome, baby," she said. "That's what I'm here for. Come on, I have something I want to show you."

She led him out of the room and up the stairs. They finally stopped at a small room. Inside, there was two tiny cribs, one blue, one pink. Harry gasped in aw.

"Is this," Harry started to ask. Lily nodded. "Wow. My crib. My teddy bear."

He picked up a grungy bear and hugged it and sighed. Lily smiled. She walked over to the little book shelf and picked up a little blue book. Harry looked at curiously.

"What's that," he asked.

"This is your baby book," she said. "In it are your firsts. Your first words, your first smile, everything. It's magic, so it records everything. I want to see what your firsts were that I wasn't around to see. But let's see them at Hermione's. They should be home by now."

Harry nodded and grabbed a pink one too, "Let's take Hailey's. Find out about her too."

Lily drapped an arm around her son's shoulder's and led him downstairs. With a small pop, they side-along appraited to Hermione's house. Everyone was at the house sitting silently in the living room.

"I'd better owl Ron. He should know what happened," Harry said, pulling away from his mom.

"Don't you think it would be easier to floo him. Then it wouldn't take so long to get ahold of him," said James.

"Yeah, good thinking," Harry said. He walked over to the fire place and took a handfull of floo powder. He shouted," the Burrow."

Mrs. Weasly was hurrying around the kitchen, obeviously cleaning up from dinner. She spotted Harry's head in the fireplace.

"Oh, Harry, dear," she practically shouted. She hurried over to the fire place. "How are you?"

"Not good," he said. "Somethings wrong with Hermione. Is Ron up? May I talk to him?"

"Sure, just a moment," and she dissapeared upstairs. She reappeared with Ron at her side.

"Harry, mate, good to see ya," Ron said and he squatted down by the fire. "What's up?"

"Ron, it's Hermione," Harry said, trying to fight back the tears. "She got poisoned. And.. and she might die. She might be gone by tomorrow morning. And I don't know what to do. I don't want to loose her, Ron. I love her too much."

"Oh, no," Ron said. "I'll be right over."

"Right, see you in a few," Harry said and pulled his head out of the fireplace. "Ron's coming over."

"So I finally get to meet this Ron you keep talking about," James said. He pulled Harry under his arm and ruffled his hair. "So when are you going to be asking the lucky fellow out, huh?"

Harry gasped, "Dad!"

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