Through the Tears
I awoke a few minutes later and saw the faces of concerned classmates surrounding me.
With a groan, I sat up and clutched my head. When I fainted I must have hit my head on something because there was a throbbing pain there.
"Are you alright?" Lisa asked me.
I nodded.
"You gave us quite a scare Hermione," Harry said. "Are you sure you're okay?"
I gave him a weak smile, suppressing the pain that was starting to rise. "I'm fine. I don't know what happened."
"Me neither," Charlie piped in. "We're all talking about how striking I am when you started looking like you were in a lot of pain and clutched your chest. We asked if you were okay but you didn't hear us and then, well, you passed out."
"I suggest that one of you escort Ms. Grendell to the hospital wing at once."
The Gryffindors who were surrounding Hermione separated to make room for Dumbledore.
"Yes sir," Pippy said. Dumbledore nodded and told me that if need be, I was excused from all my classes.
I thanked him and got up off the floor, heading for the Hospital Wing.
I spent the rest of the day being fussed over by Madame Hooch, this time period's Madame Pomfrey and ironically the grandmother of the referee and flying coach of my time.
I was in the middle of arguing with Hooch when Riddle came in.
"But, Madame Hooch" I protested. "I've gone to classes after going through worse than a little fainting spell. I'm perfectly fine to go about normally."
The strict nurse pursed her lips. "You are staying overnight. I have already decided that. However, if you keep up this arguing, I will make you stay for even longer."
I glared at her.
"Excuse me, Madame Hooch?" Riddle asked, very politely.
The middle-age nurse looked up. "Mr. Riddle? Shouldn't you be in class?"
"Actually, the last class ended about five minutes ago. I had transfiguration last and Dumbledore asked that I fill Ms. Grendell in on what she missed."
Hooch nodded, "of course. Go ahead."
After the witch left, I sighed. "Crazy old bat," I mumbled.
"Not very nice of you, talking about Hooch that way," Riddle pointed out.
I glared at him. "Just give me the notes and leave."
Riddle shrugged and walked over to me. My hands were shaking and I had to clasp them together to keep it from being too noticeable.
He placed various books on the table beside my bed and to my surprise, sat down.
"What are you d-doing?" I asked, stumbling over my words a little. As much as I tried, I couldn't fully conceal my fear.
"Dippet needs us to plan out some social events," he told me. "We were supposed to have a prefect meeting tonight. Seeing as you can't be there, I have to talk with you now and convey your ideas to the rest of the group."
"Let's keep it simple," I suggested. "How about a masquerade Halloween ball, a formal winter ball, a graduation ball and a trip or something."
"Fine," he said surprising me. With that he walked out which just puzzled me. For a moment, as odd as it would be, it seemed that he was being slightly tolerant. The walking out countered that though.
I had yet to witness anything truly evil but I knew that he had already killed Myrtle and his father – probably more. Riddle was only seen how he wanted to be and while others thought he was simply a mysterious, charming, smart, good-looking guy.
Even though others did, I had no problem seeing the real Tom Riddle.
He was empty, a vast nothingness. His heart, a frozen rock – cold, hard and unfeeling.
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