A/N: This story is incredibly interesting for me...
Hermione watched Harry move around the private hospital room, placing flowers by the window and some get well cards in their respective places. He was careful not to make eye contact with her.
"He thinks I'm crazy doesn't he?" she whispered.
Harry looked up and frowned. He set down the flowers and walked over to her bed. "Ron doesn't think you're crazy, Hermione."
"Then why am I here?"
Harry took her hand. "We just want to make sure nothing's wrong-"
"Because you think I'm crazy!" Hermione snapped, pulling her hand away.
"Hermione, that's not fair. No one thinks you're crazy. You've hurt yourself and you're just here to get better."
"You think I did this to myself? You think I just had the wonderful idea to lock the door, scare myself, cut myself up, dump myself into the shower, and then scream bloody murder so that I can take a lovely trip to St. Mungos where healers can jab at me with wands while my fiancé thinks I've lost my mind?!"
"Hermione! Everything you've told us hasn't been proven true! No one was in your room or in that bathroom," Harry said.
"I am not making this up!"
"I'm not saying you are. All I'm saying is that you're seeing things," he responded.
"I'm not hallucinating either. There was something under my bed that attacked me and no one will believe me!" Hermione screamed.
"What's going on in here?" a healer asked, coming in and frowning.
Hermione folded her arms. "Nothing," she said, glaring at Harry. "Mr. Potter was just leaving."
"Hermione…" Harry started.
"I know what I saw, Harry," she hissed before looking away.
Harry sighed and left, letting the healer check up on Hermione. The woman held up her wand and a small light appeared at the tip. "Can you follow the light, please?"
Hermione did as she was told, watching the light go back and forth in front of her.
"Is she okay?"
The two women turned to see Ron standing there, watching Hermione with concern. The healer smiled and nodded. "Hermione seems to be doing okay," she answered before turning back to Hermione. "Another healer will be in shortly to ask you a few questions," she told her before leaving. Hermione waited until the door closed before turning a nasty look upon Ron.
"You think I'm crazy," she growled.
"Hermione-"
"Don't you Hermione me. You don't believe me!"
Ron slammed his fist down on the wall. "How can I believe you, Hermione?! Everything that's been coming out of your mouth has been proved wrong."
"Ron, something's after me," Hermione whispered.
Ron took a deep breath and sat down in a chair. "Hermione… Aurors searched your apartment as well as the Three Broomsticks… there was no one there," he whispered. "There was no trace of anyone having been there."
"I know what I saw."
"Maybe you were having a nightmare?" he whispered.
"Ron… it was real," she whispered.
"Most nightmares feel that way," Ron responded.
"Ron-"
"Ah, Ms. Granger. How are you feeling?"
The two looked over to the door to see an older man standing there with a warm smile on his face. Hermione glanced over at Ron then straightened up.
"I feel fine," she answered.
The healer nodded, coming over to her and pulling up another chair. "Well, my name is Henry Caldon and I'm just here to ask you a few questions about what you saw, so we and the Aurors can get a better grasp of what happened?"
"And so you can confirm my insanity?"
"Hermione," Ron warned.
The healer glanced between the two and frowned. "Sir, maybe it would be better if you were not here?" he suggested.
Hermione shook her head. "He's ok…"
Ron looked up at her but she avoided his gaze, instead taking the time to watch the healer. The healer looked over some notes then looked up. Ron frowned.
"Shouldn't an Auror be asking these questions, then?"
The healer turned to Ron. "The hospital would also like to have a grasp on what happened so that we can find out what happened and fix it," he whispered before turning back to Hermione.
"Now, Hermione. Can you tell me exactly what you saw?"
Hermione glanced over at Ron then shook her head. "I don't know what I saw… It came out from under a bed."
"What came out of the bed?"
"I don't know what it was. It was like… almost like a dementor except it was more shapeless. It came out from under the bed and sort of surrounded me."
"What did it do?"
"At first… at first it didn't do anything except scare me but then… it grabbed me and held me down as something appeared from the darkness. Some sort of boy… he wasn't armed but he grabbed the mirror and slammed it down on my legs…"
The longer Hermione spoke the easier it was to see how real it was becoming for her. Her breathing was becoming labored as tears started coming down her face.
"And you really saw this, Hermione?"
Once again Hermione turned to face the two men, her eyes filled with confusion. "You don't believe me," she said.
Ron was about to say something when the healer cut him off. "That is all the questions I have, thank you, Ms. Granger. Mr. Weasley, could you come with me?"
Ron glanced over at Hermione before nodding and began to leave.
"Ron! You have to believe me!" Hermione called.
Ron stopped at the door and turned to her. "Get some rest, 'Mione," he whispered before leaving.
Hermione's heart sunk. He didn't believe her.
No one likes to believe crazy people.
Hermione's eyes darted around, looking for the source. "Where are you?" she asked shakily.
Poor little Hermy…
"Go away," she whispered, getting out of the bed and moving towards the door. "Tosser," she muttered.
I know you are but what am I? I know you are but what am I?
"Stop it, you annoying bastard!" she screamed.
I'm rubber and you're glue, what ever you say bounces off me and sticks to you!
"Stop it!"
Hermione's gone loony! Hermione's gone loony!
"Get away from me!" she screamed. "I'm not crazy!"
Loony Hermy! Loony Hermy!
Out from under the bed the black cloud swept and charged straight for her, surrounding her in darkness and pain.
"No, not that I know of," Ron answered, running his hands through his hair and glancing anxiously at Hermione's door. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but he was just worried. She had been acting strangely lately and all signs pointed to insanity. He didn't want to believe the signs.
"Now, Mr. Weasley. Have you noticed-"
"Get away from me! I'm not crazy!"
The two men stopped talking and Ron moved over to the door to hear something scratch the door then suddenly Hermione started screaming.
"Hermione!" He shouted.
"NO! NOT AGAIN!"
Once again, the doors were locked and magic wasn't working. The healer stopped Ron from using a particularly nasty curse.
"Those doors do not blast open. They are protected."
"What's going on?" Mrs. Weasley asked, coming up with Ginny. Harry took up the rear.
A crash came from the room and Hermione's scream suddenly took a different tone. They were no longer a tortured scream but a scream of complete terror. Sobs could also be heard between each scream.
"HARRY!" she screamed.
"We have to get in there!" Ginny exclaimed, touching the door. "Hermione! Can you hear me?"
Ginny's call was greeted with silence. Dead silence that chilled everyone present. Ron slammed his fist on the door.
"Hermione!" he screamed. He reached down and grabbed the handle again and this time, it opened.
For a moment, they all just stood there, staring at each other. The door had been locked… hadn't it?
Harry, being the first to come to, shoved Ron through the door, following close behind.
"Hermione!" Ron cried, falling to his knees and reaching out for her. She was in the corner; eyes wide open, staring at something. When he touched her she pulled away, tears running down her face.
"He's dead," she whispered. "He's dead…"
Ron frowned, reaching out to touch her.
"Hermione… who's dead?"
"Harry! Harry's dead!" she screamed.
Everyone looked over at a pale Harry Potter. Hermione followed their line of sight and started screaming upon seeing Harry, pushing herself closer to the wall and pointing to him.
"I saw you… You were dead!"
Harry took a step forward. "Hermione, I'm right here."
Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head. "No! NO! I saw you! I saw you! You were right there…" she trailed off, pointing to the ceiling. "No… You were there…"
Ron reached out and took Hermione's hand. "Hermione, stand up… it's ok, we're here now," he whispered.
As Hermione was led out of the room, she stopped and looked at the bed. Her eyes went wide and she started pointing to it. "The bed! Check under the bed! That's where it is! Check!"
Ginny glanced under and frowned. "Hermione, there's nothing under there," she whispered.
Hermione tried to get out of Ron's hold, running back to the bed. Harry grabbed her as well, both not wanting her to do any more damage to herself. She kicked around, shaking her head. "NO! Let me go!"
Bye, bye Hermione…
Hermione whirled around, looking around in fear. "Where are you? Where are you?!"
Ron watched her, concern evident in his eyes. But there was also pain. Hermione truly was losing her mind…
I'll come and play soon…
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!" Hermione screamed before several healers came and took her away from Harry and Ron. Hermione began thrashing about then she started to shake.
"What's happening?"
A healer pushed Ron out of the way, grabbing Hermione. "She's seizing!" he called out, grabbing her knees. Another healer conjured a stretcher and they lifted her onto it as she continued to convulse furiously.
"What's going on?" Ron demanded, trying to get over to her. A healer held him back as they carried her off down the hall.
"Hermione has a serious psychological problem," Healer Caldon said. "She doesn't seem to be able to find the difference between what's going on in her mind and what's going on in the real world."
"Is she hallucinating?" Mr. Weasley asked.
The man sighed. "That is our main problem. We have not been able to tell whether she is hallucinating or making it all up."
"You mean you think she's lying?" Ron asked incredulously. "You think she cut herself up to get attention?"
"Mr. Weasley, at the current moment, we have absolutely no idea what to think. Hermione Granger says she sees things that no one else sees. She sees people dead when they are obviously alive and no one is there when she sees it. The door is always locked. Who else could have locked the door?"
"What if she's telling the truth?" Harry asked softly.
"Nothing came in that room, Mr. Potter. There was nothing when we left the room and there was nothing when we entered it again," the healer stressed.
"What about the bed?" Ginny offered. "In both instances she says the thing came out from under the bed," she said.
"What about the bathroom? There are no beds in a public bathroom," Caldon said.
"Well, it's a public bathroom. Anything could have attacked her then disapparated," Ginny retorted.
"Ms. Granger said that it wasn't any creature nor was it a man. There are no windows in that bathroom and whatever it was didn't come through the front door or someone would have noticed. Now everyone at the Three Broomsticks has testified and said that they did not see anyone else go to that bathroom. Unless there are new sorts of magical beasts going about that can do the sorts of things she described, then we must assume that the problem is in the mind," Caldon replied calmly.
There was silence for a moment then Ron ran his hands through his hair. "What could have caused something like this?"
"Suppressed feelings. Stress. Even certain curses, but from the looks of all of you, Hermione hasn't been attacked recently," Caldon said.
Ginny shook her head. "No… she hasn't been attacked… but she has been under some stress but as for suppressed feelings…" All of a sudden she stopped and all eyes traveled over to Ron, who had gone pale rapidly.
Caldon glanced over at Ron then shook his head. "Even if it was stress or suppressed feelings, these wouldn't be great enough to cause such severe hallucinations."
"Then what could it be?" Mr. Weasley asked.
Caldon sat back in his chair, sighing. "If you're certain she hasn't been attacked, other than the last three incidents, then all we can do is observe her for a few days. Make sure she doesn't do anymore harm to herself and see if we can find a reason for her problems," Caldon explained.
"What will you do?" Ron asked.
"We will put her in a room and just see what happens. It has always happened when she is alone so we will make her believe that she is alone. Family members are permitted in the observation room, if you are interested in seeing," he offered.
Ron nodded as well did the others. "I want to know what's wrong with her," he whispered.
A/N: Ron's about to be in for the shock of his life.
Wesker888: Hallucination, real life, tomatoes, tomatoes. Who can really say which one is real or not?
NairobiDawn: It get's better.
Coconut Girl: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself!
GTKari-123: She wasn't soaked in blood, just covered in scratches that bleed down to the drain of the shower.
mione-ron-4ever: You think that one was scary? Wait till you see the next chapter.
sballLuvr5: I always had stuff under my bed so I never worried about it. Though I hated going into my closet when it was dark.
Chapter Tease:
"She killed him... SHE KILLED HIM!"