A shorter chapter this time. I hope you like it. All reviews welcome.
Hermione's POV
I woke to the smell of antiseptic and the sound of people sneezing, sniffing and in the background I thought I could hear some vomiting.
'Fantastic' I thought to myself 'well done hermione you've got yourself locked up in the hospital wing for the next a thousand years with madam Pomfery fussing over you and never letting you leave' . I sighed, wincing slightly as a pain went through my left lung. I felt sleepy 'they've probably got me on some kind of potion' I thought to myself.
The next few hours were spent with me going through the properties of different healing potions in my head until I fell into a nightmarish sleep.
' I stood facing myself in a large arched mirror. All seemed normal apart from my reflection's school clothes were stained and ripped. There was a menacing glint in her eyes, but none of that worried me. What worried me most was when I looked down at my reflection's feet, I saw that she was standing on a pile of bodies. Not just anyone's bodies either. I saw all of the Weasleys faces even Ron's, staring with glassy eyes. Professor Mcgonnagal's body was ripped in two. Griffindors looked as if they'd been torn limb from limb. My reflection laughed. It started as a giggle and progressed to manic laughter. She started stomping on the bodies, splattering blood and entrails over her legs. She then began to mock them, picking up Luna's body and waltzing with its limp form. I screamed for her to stop, but she continued. She picked an arm from the pile this time, shaking hands with it. Next, she choose a ginger scalp and wore it as a wig. She saved her best for last, picking up Ron's head by his hair and kissing it. I was now slamming my fists into the mirror praying for it to break, when it finally shattered, I collapsed to me knees. They landed on something soft, I looked down to see me kneeling on a headless body wearing a knitted maroon jumper with the letter R woven into the front.'
I woke up with a gasp. The dream was so real. I needed some air. 'There must be a window somewhere in this blackness.' I thought to myself. I whipped back the covers with my left hand, lifted my legs over the side of the bed and was about to use the desk next to me as support to get up but as soon as I moved my right hand, an unimaginable pain shot through it. I bit down on my lip hard as to not make a sound. Looking down on my hand, I noticed with the little light I had, that the sleeve of the jumper I'd been wearing had been cut off at the shoulder. This revealed a burn that went all the way up my forearm.
Suddenly, the door to Madame Pomfrey's office flew open, hitting the wall next to it with a dull thud. White light flooded the hospital wing, making me squint and blinding me for a few seconds.
"Ah, good, you're awake. Miss Granger." I looked for the source of the voice only to find Cornelius Fudge himself staring back at me
Yes, Minister?" My throat hurt and sounded grated. I looked over at Proffeser Mcgonnagal and Madam Pomfery who were both looking at their feet, I guessed they must've lost whatevr battle they'd been fighting against Fudge. That was one thing I knew for sure, wherever Fudge went, conflict followed.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" He asked, summoning a quick notes quill and parchment. They floated at his side.
That would depend on what the questions are." He may have been the Minister but I still didn't trust him.
Do you know why you're in the hospital wing?"
I opened my mouth to reply, shutting it almost immediately when I realised I didn't know why I was in the hospital wing, nor how I got there.
"No, no I don't think I do."
"Well, Miss Granger you deserve some answers." He sounded too friendly." You see, you have a gift..."
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Preview for chapter 3: Research
, a middle-aged woman came up to me. She looked like an old Lavender. Before I knew what was happening, her hand flew out, slapping me hard across the face.