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Summary: Hermione is sick and tired of being alone. She decides to make herself a golem. Not just any golem but one that looks and acts like her ideal prince charming, in fact, he is! The whole of Hogwarts is going crazy over this new boy... and why is Draco Malfoy glaring at him so much?
SPECIAL AUTHORS NOTE: This chapter is dedicated to my best friend who just moved away. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! MISS YA! LUV YA! COME BACK TO US! That is all. Thank you for putting up with my rambles. Here goes.
"Talk"
'Thoughts'
(Author's notes)
Letters/Mail
Letters/Mail
Recap
She couldn't remember what had happened next. Her vision was hazy and a frantic Madame Pomfrey was holding on to her so tight as if she wouldn't let go.
"What's wrong dear? What's happening? Ms. Granger! Ms. Granger! Hermione!" the nurse screamed in alarm as Hermione felt herself slowly slip away into the same unconsciousness as David… she coughed and tasted the bronzy taste of blood in her mouth.
"David…" she whispered. "something… wrong…"
"HERMIONE!"
Chapter 5 – Missing
The light was dimmer than usual. The morning suns rays didn't seem to cheer the inhabitants of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Gryffindor golden girl, Hermione Granger, and the new heartthrob of the school, David Prince, were slowly dying.
It came as a shock to all. Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley have never uttered a word since the news got out. Ginny Weasley was often seen staring into space, her eyes blank and not a single piece of food entered either of their mouths.
The most shocking of all, was one Slytherin boy who was known to have taken an interest in his new housemate. The two had become close, almost like brothers. And Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, had for once, stayed in silence. No taunting, no teasing, nothing; just silence.
All the faces, young and old, Slytherin and Gryffindor, rats and owls. They all felt the emptiness of the space that was once occupied by the two loved, hated, despised, yet oddly considered idols of the school.
The scene playing out day after day could only be described as wrong.
The professors looked down on their students with a weary eye for they too were affected by the loss of the most intelligent witch to ever walk Hogwarts. The whole of Hogwarts was depressed.
Draco looked on as he watched the scene playing out before him. He unconsciously searched around for a hair of them but deep down, knew his search was in vain.
He sighed and got up. He felt half the hall watching him as he was the first to leave the great hall after the news. He opened the great oak doors and he heard the resounding noise it created once he closed it.
He walked the lonely halls, feeling the bitter cold even though he knew that otherwise, he would have taken off his cloak. He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he was going somewhere, anywhere, that would make him feel better.
His feet stopped moving and he looked up. He smirked to himself. Where else could he have been going? Of course he'd end up here.
He pushed open the Hospital Wing doors and walked towards the two beds at the very back, the floor covered in gifts and cards and even balloon arrangements and plastic singing elves.
He carefully made his way to their beds. He sat down on a chair that was usually occupied by Potter, Weasley or the other Weasley. He held the hand in his and chuckled at himself.
If both parties had been awake, he would never have the courage to do so.
"Wake up." He found himself whispering. "Please wake up. It's not your time yet. Please."
A tear fell down his cheek and he was startled and let go of the hand he was holding on to so tightly seconds before.
'Malfoy's don't cry!' he kept thinking as he wiped his tear.
He took another look at them and saw how their faces were so pale, their eyes were sealed closed and they looked worse than death. It was like watching the apocalypse time bob tick.
He couldn't stay so he got up, prepared to leave.
"Please… help…" a voice whispered so faintly he was glad he was alone inside the hospital wing.
He sat back down and leaned forward to hear more.
"I'm here! Tell me what to do!" he almost shouted.
Granger's eyes tightened at the volume of his voice.
"Please… help…" she just kept repeating.
He strained to hear more but she had fallen back to her dying rest after a few minutes.
He got up and walked out of the Hospital Wing.
He started at the place he knew would give him answers. The library, where he had first helped her.
He ran down all the shelves searching for the specific book when at last he found it in her usual table. He smiled a small smiled at the irony.
He flipped its pages searching for the certain information he was looking for when it appeared.
The Forbidden Forest is full of mystical and magical creatures as harmless as a small sprinklen to as dangerous as a diminion. It's very core center being one of the most magical and untouched sources in the whole word.
Hogwarts: a History had stopped there. Only two sentences. Two sentences he had to figure it out.
He growled in frustration and headed to look for the librarian.
"Madame Pince!" he hollered.
"Yes? Stop shouting dear boy! This is a library!" she answered behind an eight foot tall stack of books.
"Do we have a book with a list of all the creatures in the Forbidden Forest?" he asked.
The librarian stopped working. Her breath had seemed to pause as well.
"why? What would you do with it?" she asked.
"I just need information. It's a life or death situation!"
She had contemplated for a while. But his determined look must have won her over.
"Professor Dumbledore keeps a full list with details on every creature in his study. I'm afraid I do not have access and you will have to speak to him."
Draco nodded and was out of the library before she could utter another word.
He didn't know how fast he was running; all he knew was that he kept thinking that he was too slow. He needed to help them before it was too late.
By the time he had even remotely gotten close to where he 'assumed' Dumbledore's study was; he was stopped by the two people he didn't want to see most of all.
"Where are you going?" Blaise asked as he blocked Draco's path.
He glared at the boy and he instantly backed away.
"Draco-darling! Why don't you come with us? Sometimes three people could be more fun than two." She hinted smugly.
He had to stop himself from vomiting.
He pushed them away and continued running. But he was stopped when Dumbledore himself suddenly passed through a wall and almost came crashing into him.
"Ah! Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore smiled a sad smile.
"Professor! I need-huh- to-uh borrow-ah your-huh list-ah of-ah creatures-uh in the-uh Forbidden Forest-huh!" he gasped.
The headmaster eyed him suspiciously but then smiled a hopeful smile.
"You may proceed, Mr. Malfoy. You must leave my study in one hour and do not take anything with you." He warned as suddenly, double doors appeared from the wall the headmaster had just gone through.
Draco nodded as thanks and rushed in.
He didn't know how much time had passed, heck, he didn't even know if he was breathing anymore. His breath had caught in his throat and his tears were spilling all over his face and a book. A book that contained the one thing he had not counted on when he wanted to help her.
Humanili. That was the cause of his grief. Why? Why did he have to help her? He should have brought her straight to Madame Pomfrey.
He wiped his tears and quickly grabbed a bottle of ink, a quill and some parchment from Dumbledore's desk as he began scribbling down what he needed to do.
He didn't bother to put back the hundreds of books that littered the floor in his search. He just got up and ran. He had to know. He had to confirm that his worst fear was not real. He had to try to search for another answer, any answer. Just not this.
It had taken him three days. Three days to brew the potion. Now… he wasn't sure. He couldn't stop now but… the risks were enormous.
He re-read what he had scribbled down days ago.
Potion di memoria
Another form of a pensieve. Potion di memoria is an enhanced memory potion which transfers memory from one person to another. The person who the memory is being extracted from must be willing or else another memory may emerge. The drinker is to place one strand of hair from the person with the memory to be extracted into the potion and let is simmer for five to six seconds. There is no guarantee that the drinker may survive. This potion is extremely dangerous because whatever the person with the memory experienced during the memory, the drinker shall also experience as they watch the memory.
WARNING: MEMORIES CLARITY IS DEPENDENT ON THE TIME FRAME THAT THE POTION IS USED WITH.
He sighed and quickly grabbed the flask and rushed to the Hospital Wing. He ran all the way to their beds, dodging the presents scattered on the floor.
"What are you doing here Malfoy? Get out!" Weasley shouted at the first sight of him and blocked him from them.
"Move out of the way!" he shouted, pushing Weasley aside.
"You heard Ron! Get out of here!" Potter shouted.
"I don't have time for this! If you want your precious mudblood to live, and then move aside!" he shouted.
The two backed away almost instantly.
"What's with the sudden trust?" he asked snidely.
"We want Hermione back. No matter who saves her. As long as she's saved." Potter said quietly.
"You heard her too didn't you…" Draco said slowly as the reality dawned on him.
Potter nodded.
"Last night. When Ron went out to check on Ginny. She started mumbling."
Draco nodded to him.
"This is no guarantee. But I promise you Potter, and Malfoy's have always kept their promises, I will bring them back."
He plucked a hair from Granger's head and quickly placed it into the goblet.
He counted to six.
"If I die, tell them that I don't want Pansy to take care of my body and if she gets her hands on me, promise me you'll burn me." He said with a serious look in his eyes.
Potter almost smiled at him. "Potter's never break their promises either." he simply replied.
Draco downed the Potion and he instantly felt himself going numb.
It was as if time itself was reversing. His sight was becoming black and white and his surroundings… he never remembered the events occurring. Everything seemed to be ganging up on him. He wanted to shout for it to stop but his voice was gone.
And then as if reading his mind, everything did stop.
He looked around him. He was at one of the willow trees on the grounds. He quickly found the two people he had been looking for, replaying a memory for him.
Realization dawned on him.
He would be experiencing her memory… even the memory of when she was… missing.
Authors note:
Hey! I know its soo short and soo cliff hanger but I promise that the more reviews, the longer the chapters and the faster I update. I'm sorry for being so late to update but all my 'creative juices' had to go to school since we're doing this play/video thing and I'm writing the script. You all rock! Please remember to review!
About what a Humanili is… it's a secret! Review and the next chapter is the one to reveal what Humanili actually is.
Watch out for the Next Chapter: The Awakening.
But… since this is kinda short… here's a lil preview!
Part of Chapter 6.
"Get up and move!" he shouted, tears staining his face.
She paid no heed to him and continued to scream, her scream bouncing off the trees and the ground and coming back to him tenfold.
"Get up and move!" he screamed before all went black.
End
I know, so short. But hey, if you review you'll see the rest of it!