Chapter 11
Hermione Granger was still in bed in the Hospital Wing for about 2 weeks. No one knew what was wrong with her but some thought that she needed time to rest. Ron and Ginny came 2 twice a day brining her new flowers and some "get well" cards. Remus and Sirius would come almost everyday before going to their 1st class telling what they did the day before. However, Harry wasn't like them. He wasn't leaving Hermione in her bed unconscious and then goes to class. Harry has been sleeping near Hermione holding her hand, hoping that she would wake up any minute. Ron would come and bring him food and his homework.
Rafael and Sammy came in one day brining Harry some food. Sirius found his godson doing his homework and looking at Hermione by the minute. He didn't like Harry like this. Harry's emerald eyes looked up at Remus and Sirius and gave them a weak smile.
"We brought you food." Sirius said as they walked to him. "How is she?"
"Madame Pomfrey doesn't know if she is getting better or worse." Harry answered them.
Harry looked at his dad's best pals and smiled, "I'm actually happy that you two are here…..pretending to be teenagers. I get to know you better."
"That's one of the main reasons I decided to do this mission." Sirius said as he messed up Harry's hair.
Harry chuckled and looked at his best friend's unmoving face. "She looks so peaceful." Harry thought. "I don't I have ever seen her like that before." Then Hermione's peaceful face turned into a disturbing one. She started to moan.
"I think she's waking up." Harry said.
"No, it looks like she's having a nightmare." Remus said.
"Maybe we should check it out." Sirius said looking at the two.
They both nodded and both of their wands were pointed at Hermione.
Sirius, Remus, and Harry found themselves around a place of roses and lilies. It was sunset and it wad gorgeous one too. Then they saw a woman with golden hair and a bright yellow dress walking around the flowers. Harry looked at the woman closely, she seemed to be around early 20's and she sorta looked like…..Hermione. All of a sudden, the image of Hermione stopped walking and turns to see a boy with dark black hair, blue eyes, and a pale face. It was Tom Riddle, the boy who became the Dark Lord.
"Why do you want to talk to me, Tom?" the woman asked in a cold tone.
"Why are you taking that tone, Jane? That is no way to treat a long time friend." Tom said walking up to her.
Jane moved back, "Friend? After hearing what you and your Death Eaters have done to those poor, innocent people, I don't you were my friend at all. Why do you want to talk to me? It has 3 years since we last saw each other."
"I was thinking that your powers and mine would help destroy the muggles once and for all." Tom grinned coldly.
"What? Never!" Jane yelled. "I never ever will be one of your sides."
Tom walked closer to her and their eyes were staring at each other's. Tom looked down at her hand and found something shining on her finger.
"Who's the lucky man?" He asked with hurt in his eyes but not his voice.
"Someone who you will never met." Jane said. "You sent me a letter to come here and talk. This is what you want to talk about? Me joining you?"
He didn't answer her but kept looking at her. He moved his right hand to touch her right check, but she moved away not wanting to feel his cold hands.
"I thought you were my friend, Tom. I thought there was at least some little good in a Slytherin even if no body told me there wasn't" She whispered not looking at his gaze. "I thought our friendship meant something to you but I guess it was nothing but ash."
Tom opened his mouth and speaks until he heard a horse cry. He turned and saw a man who also seemed to be in 20's with brown hair and blue eyes on a brown horse.
"Jane! Where have you been?" Asked the man, "I have been searching everywhere for you." He said as he got off his horse and approach Jane.
"I'm fine." Jane said looking at him.
"Who is this?" asked Tom trying not to act mad.
"Thomas….
Jane's husband." Thomas answered looking at the new stranger.
"You are?"
"No
one." Jane answered, "Let's go home."
"That's
no way to treat a friend, Jane." Tom grinned. "Now about my
request?"
"The answer is no! Stay away from me." Jane
yelled at him.
Tom didn't say anything but looked at the two hands linked together and felt rage in his body. This man was touching her! The black-haired man looked at Jane and grinned; he pointed his wand at her husband.
"Cruico!" he yelled.
Thomas fell down to the ground crying in pain as his body was on the flowers. Jane stared at her husband. She looked at her ex-friend with anger in her hazel eyes.
"Stop it! Tom, stop! Please!" she yelled as tears dripped down her beauty face.
Jane didn't know what to do; she didn't have her wand with her because she thought she didn't need it. But she was wrong. Her head was starting to ache in pain and wanted Tom to stop hurting her husband.
"Stop it! Voldemort stop!" she yelled as a gust of wind blew around.
He did stop but there was hurt in his eyes as she called him the name he made up. That was when he knew he lost his best friend for good.
