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I left you with a cliffhanger, didn't I? Here's the next chapter, enjoy :D

This was the third time he found himself in the infirmary because of her. Yet, it was the worst. She was lying in the bed on his right, he could hear her soft breath that gave away the fact that she was asleep. On his left side, the other girl was sleeping too. He felt numb, far away from everything, he was in a haze.

He couldn't believe what had happened. It just felt so… surreal, but it was as real as a ton of bricks. He knew she wasn't herself, because she would have never been able to do something like that. She had almost killed a person, a friend, nonetheless! And the look in her eyes, it didn't belong to her, it didn't belong to the girl he had known for almost eight years. It belonged to someone mad, someone evil. It all made so much sense know… He knew this wasn't her controlling her body anymore. Now he could understand what she had meant when she had said it was inside of her that fateful night when it all started.

He had to help her, but how?

Meanwhile, somebody slipped through the infirmary doors. It was the headmistress. Harry hadn't been able to bring the two girls into the infirmary, so he had gotten Madame Pomfrey to help him. She had been shocked, but her medical incstints kicked in and she levitated the ginger girl while he carried his best friend. Madame Pomfrey had inmediately called the headmistress and told her everything about the situation. She had left to make some arrangements, but now she was back, and she wasn't alone. Right behind her were two big and storng men dressed in white robes who looked menacing.

When Harry saw them come in, he stood up as fast as a bolt. He went over to the newcomers and asked, "Professor, what is going on? Who are these people?"

"Mister Potter, this remarcable men come from St. Heathsburg, the best magical institution for mental issues"

"And why are they here?"

She sighed, "They're here to take Miss Granger with them"

"What? You can't do that! She's not mad! She needs our help, we can't just send her away!"

"She needs special treatment, and we do not have what is neccessary for her in the castle. Besides, I'm afraid she has become a threat, not only for herself, but for others too. We cannot afford another incident like this. She must leave."

"NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I WON'T LET YOU! SHE'S MY FRIEND, SHE NEEDS OUR HELP!"

Just as he was starting to move backwards to defend her bed, he felt a sharp pain go through his arm, and as he turned around and looked, he saw Madame Pomfrey carrying an empty syringe. He inmediately felt dizzy, the whole world was spinning around him. His vision blurred and he could only see silhouettes. He couldn't hold himself any longer, so he fell down with a loud thud. Before he lost consciousness, he heard the headmistress say "It's for the best…"

When he woke, the first thing that came into his mind was her. He then noticed he was lying in one of the infirmary beds.

"Harry, you're awake!" said a high pitched voice coming from his left. It was the ginger girl, Ginny.

"Where's Hermione?"

Her face turned grim at the mention of her name. He then noticed he was lying in the bed she had previously occupied. The pillow still smelled like her vanilla scent, and like blood also.

"So that's the only thing you care about, huh? Her wellbeing?" she said in a bitter voice.

"Listen, I-"

"Don't. I don't want to hear your pety excuses. I know she's the only one you care about. But why, Harry? I mean, that girl is way beyond mad! She tried to kill me, for heaven's sake! And still, you worry more about her than me! You know what? I'm actually glad they took her away, because now you'll be able to step out of the dark and see the light, see the truth"

"Take back your words", he said with a low and dangerous voice, "SHE'S. NOT. MAD. You don't know her as I do. I know she would never do something like that unless she was forced to, so SHUT UP"

"And you're still defending her! You know what I think? I think she was always barking mad, but it came out only recently because she couldn't cope with the loss, she couldn't bare the pressure, so her mental walls fell down and let her crazy side exposed"

"No matter how much rubish comes out of your mouth, I'm not going to listen. She's not mad, and if you don't want to accept it, I don't care. I'm going to find a way to help her"

I'm going to bring her back…