Chapter 3 is here! There's a Hunger Games reference in this one, see if you can spot it. Once again, all reviews are welcome.

2days later

"Almost killing people isn't a gift!" I exclaimed to Madam Pomfery as she redressed my arm in sterile bandages. "I don't want this...this thing."

"I know Miss Granger, I know. Fate seems to find amusement in singling out the best of us to curse." She looked up to my eyes, pausing her work. "It's ok, the main thing is that no one died. You and Lavender are both getting discharged today so that's good!"

"I suppose, I just wish that the Minister had told me more. All he said was 'Hermione you have an incredible power. When you come to the Ministry during half term, all will be explained.' it's illogical to delay telling me what the hell is wrong!" We both sighed. Madam Pomfery returned back to her work on my right forearm.

After a long pause she said in a small voice," If it interests you, Mr Weasley's arrangement with Miss Brown has ended"

"And why on earth would that interest me?" I raised my eyebrows at the healer.

"Well," she snipped the end of the dressing off and stuck down the loose end with white tape. "You can go now, Miss Granger."

Though she didn't answer my question, I didn't want to stay in the hospital wing any longer than I absolutely had too. So I said my thanks, took my overnight bag that Ginny had brought to me and started toward the tall oak doors to exit.

However, before I could get there, 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.

"What the..." I grabbed my stinging cheek.

"I hope you rot in hell for hurting my daughter, bitch." She scowled and stormed off towards Lavender's bed. She was asleep, there was a purplish bruise spreading from the bridge of her nose, spanning across her eye and disappearing into her hairline. Proffesser Mcgonnagal had told me about the incident and explained to me why I was in the Hospital Wing. I felt guilt land in my stomach.'I didn't mean to hurt anyone!' I thought.

I decided once I had gotten cleaned up a bit, I would go down to the library and research what I could on whatever it was I had. Thankfully, when I got up to the Griffindor common room it was practically empty apart from a few first years. Their eyes followed me until I was on the staircase to the girl's dorms. I showered, got changed and dried my bandages with a simple drying spell. When I was back down in the Common room, a few more people were there. My heart started to frantically race as I realised they were all from my year. I counted the people I knew; Harry, Ginny, Seamus, Dean and most worryingly, Ron.

I froze, he was walking toward me. 'why on earth would he be wanting to talk to me?' I thought to myself.

"Hey, 'Mione. You Ok?"

"I'm fine, so is Lavender." I tried to sound as upbeat as possible.

"Good, good, so...umm could I talk to you in private." He asked nervously.

"Sure, I was just walking down to the library to do some research"

"Ok do you mind if I join you?"

"Not at all"

We walked to the Library in silence, apart from when we were about half way there,Ron said:

"You look tired" he sounded concerned.

"Yeah, I haven't been sleeping so well lately." I paused,wondering whether to tell him why, I decided that if I was to begin to knit our friendship back together we would have to tell each other the 'deep' stuff. "I've been having nightmares, well just the one really, it keeps repeating itself."

"What is it about, I could ask Trelawny to tell you what it means."

"You know I don't believe in all of that prediction, tea leaves and crystal balls. It's empty paff."

Ron chuckled, "yeah, I think you made that pretty clear to her when you stormed off in third year." We both laughed at the trivial memory. It seemed so long ago. When it didn't look like a war was on it's way.

The Library.

' An In Manu Potenti, is an extremely powerful witch or wizard who has a magical aura that grows untill accidental magic becomes their only power. Wands will no longer work with their wand arm.'

"Take a look at this one, it may give us more information." I looked up at Ron who was hold in up an old, black, leather-bound book with the title, 'Magical Powers and their Comlications.'

"Ok, thanks." He sat next to me, I spread out the book's pages between us so we could both see. Eventually, I found a page on In Manu Potenti's and read aloud:

'People who have the extreme powers of accidental magic are called In Manu Potenti. Their magic is controlled by their emotions. If the person who has this 'condition' has their emotions running too high, the magic can go berserk, resulting in death, injury and eventually the demise of the caster.

All of the magic produced by an in Manu Potenti is channelled through the caster's wand arm, like and electronic conductor (a muggle contraption). If the magic used is too strong the caster's arm could be damaged in one of three ways; burns, frostbite or flesh wounds. If the arm is too damaged and has to be amputated, the In Manu Potenti will lose their power.

In most cases, the power shows itself when a witch or wizard has a stressful occurrence in their lives and reacts strongly to it. This event is never the caster's fault because before then, they didn't know they had the condition. However, if this first event results in the death of a victim, the caster will be sentenced to 100 days in the lockdown section of Azkaban.'

"Oh thank Merlin" Ron exclaimed.

"What?"

"You didn't mean to hurt Lavender."

"Of course I didn't!"

"I knew it! I knew that you wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose." He whisper-yelled, punching the air." Even if they were being a complete cow" he added quietly.

There was a little pause between us. "You were right you know, I was being forced into saying that thing about us not being friends."

"I know, you're a bad liar."

"So, are we good?" He asked hopefully.

"If you forgive me."

" For what? An accident? There's no forgiving to be done." He said matter-of-factlly.

"Ok then we're good."

"Great." He seemed satisfied.

"Oh yeah, what did you want to talk to me about, by the way?"

"It doesn't matter now. I'll talk to you later."

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I know this chapter is a little bit fluffy but after the nightmare in Chapter 2 I felt like writing something a little nicer.