Hey! I hope you liked the last chapter. I guess the words 'Nothing could possibly go wrong' don't apply in my stories anymore. So, I posted a chapter on The Potter Twins from the Introduction to the End, just to let you know it's just an author's note about how I'm probably going to take another hundred years to update because I don't really know how to end it, which is weird as I usually do know how I'm going to end the story. I hope you like this chapter! Thanks and Enjoy!
Hermione's POV – St. Mungo's – The Next Day
Juliet had been unconscious since she spoke to me at Hagrid's. The man who took care of her, John Smith, refused to let them heal her with magic. They were able to find someone that would stitch her up, but until she woke up they weren't going to let her out. I wanted to know what had happened to her, and I'd give anything to make her better.
The whole Weasley family was there for her, even the two oldest. Mrs. Weasley almost had a breakdown when she saw Juliet. It seemed like just yesterday she was leaving early to catch the train, and leaving only a note for us to find later. It was actually just two days ago that I tried to get her to talk to Lockhart about her condition.
I stayed close to Tom. I could see that they were close, and they pretty much grew up knowing each other. He seemed devastated, and when we were talking about it I saw a ghost of a tear form. I saw how much they liked each other. They would never admit it to themselves, though. That thought always made me grin slightly.
"She's strong, Tom. I think she'll be alright. She's in good hands," I whispered to him.
He smiled at me. "I know," He replied.
He hugged me. It was a warm, tight hug that made me smile. I knew she'd recover eventually, and I think that Tom thinks she'll get better too.
A Boring, Tense Week Later
Juliet's POV – Finally Back At Hogwarts – Early Morning
I woke up a day ago, ready to be back at school. They made sure to tell Madam Pomfrey that every night I had to take a potion to help me sleep, since; apparently, when I got there I looked like I'd never slept a day in my life.
As I got back up to the Gryffindor Common Room I smiled a bit. I was glad to be back at school. They released me early, hoping I would sleep when I got here, but I wanted to see Tom, Harry, Hermione, and Ron before I did. I had to rest all day Monday, but other than that I could go to all of my classes as long as I didn't strain myself.
Tom came down a few minutes after I sat down and smiled when he saw me. I got up, a bit slow, and hugged him. I heard Hermione run down and I felt her hug me.
"Yay! Group hugs!" I said quietly. My voice was slightly hoarse, but I didn't care.
Hermione and Tom begged me to go down to breakfast with them, so I told them I would after I saw how bad I looked.
I walked up to the dorms and found a mirror I had in my trunk. My face had a few stitches down by my cheek, and my arms and legs had a few places that were stitched and bruised, but other than that I looked alright. I shrugged, and put the mirror down, getting changed and running down to Tom and Hermione. I grinned as I saw Harry, Ron, and the Twins waiting down there for me.
At breakfast I ate like a horse. I was so hungry from all the excitement and activity of this week. I heard a few Slytherins call me Frankenstein's monster, but I just ignored them and continued to eat until Malfoy spoke up.
"Oh. Look at the little girl, she's so sad. It looks like she went back to her childhood. Maube she should go back there, she does deserve it," He jeered.
I looked up, pushing back tears and trying not to think of what he'd just said. The only person at Hogwarts I told that to was Snape, and that was because I'd learned to trust him.
I got up and walked over to Malfoy, picking him up by his collar and pulling him eye to eye with me.
"How'd you know about that?" I growled.
He squeaked and I could see the fear in his eyes as one of the professors tried to separate us.
"I ASKED HOW YOU KNEW ABOUT THAT!" I screamed when he didn't answer and sent him skidding across the hall.
I felt a group of teachers lead me away as I began to sob and shake with rage. The whole Hall was staring at us, but that didn't matter. I knew Snape wouldn't have told him about the Harlows, so who did. Nobody else knew, I hadn't even told Tom about it. I'd hidden it from everyone and tried to forget what happened, but it nagged me in the back of my mind.