Hey guys, sry I didn't post last week, I was on spring break, and i didnt have time to go back to my school campus and upload my next chapter. we have laptops at our school and we have to be on campus to get internet connection, unless you have wirless at home..of i which i do not have. so, i couldnt post..then again, i could've just looked at it on my l.t. and re-typed it..but i had not the energy to! lol

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Chapter 3: Never ending Night

Thunder rumbled and the lightning flashed quicker than anything he had ever seen. "HERMIONE!" he screamed.

She crumpled to the ground as if she had nothing in her body to support her. She was twitching every few seconds.

He ran over to her and almost slid into her. He tried to touch her arm to shake her and see if she was okay, but he got shocked. Some of the electric current still resided within her. He tried to grab her arm, but he was shocked even harder. His hand burned. He had to get her to a hospital, but he couldn't even touch her and there was no one around to help.

"I wish I knew how to apparate!" he said exasperated. He finally just dove his hands under her and picked her up. He got shocked again, but he didn't care, he had to get her to a hospital pronto.

He carried her back to the street, but with the weight of her and her wet clothes was a bit heavy for him. His knees started to give. He laid her back down and tried to get her to wake up.

"Please wake up!" he started to shout. He gave up after about 5 minutes of trying to get her awake. He could see St. Mungo's clearly in his mind. He had to get there fast before she got any worse, if that was even possible. He could see it in his mind; he wished on everything he had that he could apparate. He leaned over her and started to pick her up when it happened.

He felt the ground shudder beneath him and then 'pop!' he was in the lobby of St. Mungo's.

"I didn't just apparate did I?" he thought wildly to himself. He picked her up off of the floor and started towards the front desk. No one even gave them a second look. Half the people there were already soaked and people were apparating every few seconds.

He finally got to the front desk where the same secretary woman was sitting doing things left and right. "My friend's just been hit by lightning!" he said very urgently. The woman actually looked up at him and then at the girl in his arms. "Hold on." she said getting up.

She grabbed a nearby nurse and said something quickly. The nurse ran over, "Follow me." the nurse said coming up to him.

He went up some flights of stairs, he didn't know how many, but they emerged on a floor where it seemed to be bustling with patients.

"Come on, come on!" she said urging him to move faster. He kept up with her, but she somehow got through the crowd of people better than he could.

They had to go down to the other end of the hallway and in the corner of a room before they could find a spot for her.

"Lay her down here." the nurse motioned for him to lay her down on the bed. He laid her down as gently as he could then the nurse drew the curtains around her. She came outside and told him that she was going to get one of the healers. He nodded and the nurse left.

He slowly went around to the other side of the curtain and stepped inside. She had put her in a hospital robe and pulled the covers under her arms. She looked pale, but a she seemed to have a radiance about her somehow. He felt attracted to her.

"What am I thinking? This is Hermione! My best girl friend!" he shook his head to try and get rid of those thoughts.

He looked at her again. The feelings were still there. "I can't like her! I don't like her! Just as a friend! We're nothing more than friends and we never will be!" he said taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes.

BANG! Something metal crashed a few beds over. It drew him out of the trance he seemed to be in. He heard a woman ranting on about something, and then her voice came steadily closer, but stopped when she was outside the curtain.

"Well what happened?" the woman in lime green asked as she pulled the curtains back shut.

Harry was a bit taken aback by the woman's aggressive voice, but overcome his momentary shock. "Well...we...we umm..." he didn't know how to explain why they were where they were.

"Well? Hurry it up! We have a lot of other patients coming in!" she said interrupting his thoughts. Harry was shocked at her attitude but figured that she must have been having a stressful day.

"We were outside-" he started. "IN THIS WEATHER?" she said rather loudly, but no one seemed to notice.

"Well, we went outside before it started raining, and we were going for a walk and we went to a park by my house and we were talking and she got mad and started walking off...but then she turned back around to say something..." he just now remembered that she was going to say something, "But what?" he thought. "Well? Then what?" she said almost sounding too interested.

"She was standing by this...metal swing set...and then..." he couldn't finish it. It wasn't impossible to say, it was just hard to remember her collapsing right when she was going to tell him something. "She...the...it...she got...struck..." he managed to say through the lump developing in his throat.

"By lightning, yes yes yes, we've had a few people come in with that happening, nothing that can't be fixed, but it has some long term affects on almost the majority of the people that it happens too, maybe she'll get lucky...who knows?" she said sweetly as she gently ushered him out.

He couldn't stand being in there at that moment. He felt as if he was going to be sick.

"What kind of long term affects? What could happen to her? Not Hermione...she has too much going for her..." he thought to himself between soft waves of nausea. He stumbled out into the hall. No one seemed to notice him. His scar started to tingle.

"No...not here, please don't let him be here..." he almost gasped. Some people did start to give him a short glance, but nobody took notice of him.

He made his way through the crowd to a bathroom. It was deserted surprisingly to him.

He went leaned over a sink and held his head down. His head felt like someone was beating it like a tympani drum. A constant, rhythmic pounding.

He could feel something spicy in his throat. His legs were shaking nervously and they felt like jelly. Yet somehow he remained standing.

He lifted his head up and looked in the mirror. He looked sick and pale.

He had usually been fairly fair skinned, but never this pale looking. His cheeks were slightly sucked in and his eyes seemed to have lost their once lustrous glow. His scar throbbed with his head. His vision blurred. He pulled his glasses off, they seemed to be making it worse.

He thought he was going blind.

He suddenly felt nothing. Nothing on his body. Not his head or the nausea in his stomach and legs.

He felt something cool, yet warm in his mouth. Something cold dripped on his hand and he felt himself falling. He felt as though he was falling forever. Falling for a lifetime.

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