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It didn't take very long for Harry Potter to make his way down to the hospital wing once Dumbledore had pulled him out of class so he could visit Hermione. He had been in potions with her when it happened and he asked Snape if he could be excused as well, but the potions master had denied his request which did not surprise the boy with the lightning bolt scar; he hadn't put much faith in the idea Snape would let him out of class early. Heck, he believed that if his position had been switched with his best friend, he wouldn't have been allowed to leave even then. That's just the way Snape had been for as long as Harry had known him.

Once he finally made it to the hospital wing, Harry headed straight for where Hermione lay on one of the many cots spread out to hold patients. He saw Cedric sitting in a chair next to her while Madam Pomfrey fussed over him with her wand and other odd instruments he had never seen used in the muggle world which meant they were most likely enchanted in one way or another. Hopefully whatever she was looking for in Cedric would either provide the illness affecting her or a cure. No matter which one happened, it would help in some way. If they were lucky it would expose the diagnosis and provide a cure.

He walked over quickly, but quietly so as not to startle the two conscious people in the room. "How is she doing? I would have been here sooner, but bloody Snape would not give me permission and I can't really afford to get on his bad side anymore than I already am."

The Hufflepuff looked over at the black haired boy. "It's alright Harry, you did the right thing. The last thing Hermione or I would want is for you to get in to trouble. As for her condition; I really wish I could say we have good news, yet that would be a lie, but the upside is there hasn't been any bad news yet either. Nobody knows anything, or if they do, then they are not telling me. Physically she is fine from what the tests showed, but that doesn't mean something isn't wrong with her, it simply means that we just haven't found it yet. We are hopeful that my blood will tell us something since we are connected, but if not, then I don't know what the next step would be. Let us pray we get the answers from my blood."

Harry nodded before taking a seat on the other side of Hermione and grabbing her hand. "This is all my fault you know. The only reason Hermione got hurt at the World Cup was because the Death eaters wanted me. If she hadn't been there, if she wasn't my friend, they would have no reason to of attacked her. I mean yes she is a muggle born, but plenty of muggle borns were left unscathed. The only reason Hermione wasn't was because she was my friend and is important to me. They tried to kill her as a way to hurt me."

The sandy haired wizard frowned as glanced at Harry before turning his attention back to the woman he loved. "You weren't the one who cursed her Harry. You saved her life by calling out for help. If you hadn't gotten my attention she would've died and we both know it. The death eaters attacked without care so even if she wasn't your friend there is a chance, a big chance, that she still would have been attacked."

"There is a chance she would have been fine though; a bigger chance than she had that night." He countered before rubbing his scar since it started to hurt a bit ever since he entered the hospital wing. "What if something is going wrong with the spell? Is is possibly that it could wear off over time?"

"I thought that as well until Dumbledore assured if that were the case then I would be affected as well since technically I died last year and our bond is what's keeping the other alive. It's almost as if someone is trying to wedge their way between our bond in order to access our powers or something. What I don't understand is who would be powerful enough to pull off such a feat. It would take someone with an incredible amount of dark magic and knowledge in the dark arts to pull something like this off. The only wizards I can think who have that kind of power are not people you want to meet though you have met the most powerful of all."

"Voldermort." Harry breathed watching as Cedric flinched slightly at the mention of the Dark Lords name. "It has to be him. Voldermort craves power more than anything else and if he thinks your bond can benefit him, he will do whatever it takes to get such power in his grasp."

The Hufflepuff frowned as he thought over what Harry had just said. He had a point, Voldermort was back and if he could find a way to keep from dying again, or well dying as much as he could since he was sort of immortal, he would do whatever it took and being he had no qualms about killing and torturing people to reach his goal, it was terrifying to think of how far he would go.

"We have to do something Harry." He said slightly panicked. "I can't lose her, not now, I won't stand for it. If we have to fight then we will, I do not care what the ministry is saying or how people refuse to believe the truth for fear of history repeating itself. "We will make them see the truth even if I have to do it one person at a time. I can be very convincing when I want to be. Hermione says I could charm my way out of a murder conviction. This will be a piece of cake, I hope."

TBC...

AN: I know this chapter was short, but you all know how my health is bad? Well recently it's just going down hill fast. If you have questions feel free to message me and I will answer. Anyways, I hope you all liked this chapter and as usual I would love to hear your thoughts.

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