Chapter 2: Jagged Little Pill
At this I fell backwards, the dizziness returning. I vaguely heard the rumble of the vast wooden door swinging open then footsteps that ended close to where I lay. I turned my head in the hopes that if I paid attention to the visitor they might leave. It was Dumbledore. Relief washed over me. If Dumbledore was here, then everything was going to be okay. However, worry over Harry was ever present in my mind, particularly with the overwhelming sadness that enveloped me from the news of Ron's death. I shook these thoughts out of my head (not literally, I hadn't completely lost my mind…just damaged it by the feel of things). I didn't have time for grief or pity; I never would until this war finally ended.
I turned to him, question ready on lips. He jumped in, saying, 'Don't worry about Harry Miss Granger. He's a little battered but it's nothing serious, it's just lucky you sent him back to get help or you might have lost two tonight. Just focus on recovering right now. I'm truly sorry about Ron. I know that what you and him had was something special, but one day, though it doesn't seem like it, you'll love again.' I scoffed slightly at these words, but didn't bring up the fact that Ron and I had only ever been friends, regardless of what the wizarding world so desperately wanted to believe. I loved him though, just not enough to save him it would seem. I also tried not to acknowledge the voice at the edge of my mind that was glad it was Harry and not Ron. Ron and I never really got on. Perhaps that's why everyone assumed our relationship was romantic. It helped explain why we were friends in the first place what with having so little in common.
At the thought of Ron, my head started to ache again, so severly I almost hunched over from the pain. Pomfrey rushed to my side, asking what was wrong. All I could force out of my brain was, 'Ron, no! Pain…Voldemort, nose!' In my mind, I caught flashes of what had presumably happened. I remembered… I remembered Ron, and, and he ran up to, to… He was angry, Ron that is. Furious. And he was shouting, so loud, why so loud? I realised I was rocking back and forth with my hands over my ears.
I was shaken from my reverie by my arm being forcibly removed from my head, and pills being placed into it. I looked worriedly at Madam Pomfrey, afraid that I wasn't yet aware of the extent of my condition. What were these pills for? She sensed my question and answered, 'They're for the pain dear.' I answered, 'What pain? I'm fine. Well, physically. The headache only lasted a second.' For some reason, at this she glanced at the headmaster. I followed her gaze, also watching the elderly wizard. He said,' Just take the pills Miss Granger, you'll feel a lot better.' I protested at these words, replying, 'But there's no need! I need to get back to fighting Voldemort! (A little too dramatic a phrase for my tastes, but to the point) We don't have time to waste!' He replied severely,' Just take them! I know what's best for you, don't argue back!' I was surprised at such an angry response. But, like the dutiful student many believe me to be, I took the pills. After all, it was true wasn't it? Dumbledore did know best, right?
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