Monday, December 31, 2007
Continue story (I copy and paste from internet) – Chapter 25 - 'LOVE IS THE CLOSEST THING WE HAVE TO MAGIC'
CHAPTER 25
“Clara, sweetheart, are you okay?” Hermione asked concern in her brown eyes. Clara nodded. “You’re obviously not let’s take you to the Hospital Wing.” Hermione stood up.
“No.” Clara said, simple as that. “I’m fine.” Hermione nodded. “Look Hermione can I talk to you privately? It’s rather important.” Clara said quietly.
“Of course!” Hermione waited for her to tell, but Clara pointed outdoors. Nodding, that she understood they both strolled out. Harry and Ron passed them, and Hermione gave them a cheerful wave to Ron, ignoring Harry. Harry smiled, but then it turned into a frown. Ron had a quizzical glance to both friends, not knowing the row that Harry had with Hermione. Both girls faced each other, sitting down on the stone bench next to a green bush. Clara wrapped her scarf around her tighter. The chilly wind and bitter cold wasn’t helping.
“So remember that time you found that blood? Then you got it analyzed and everything.” Clara asked. Hermione thought back to when this happened. Then nodded, saying yes.
“Well. . .” Clara started. “It was from a unicorn, but you know that because of McGonagall and Slughorn obviously.”
“Yes I do.”
“Well the unicorn . . . it was actually me. I was the one who injured myself several times throughout this year.” Hermione’s friend looked up curious in seeing Hermione’s expression. Hermione was obviously flabbergasted and in surprise. How could this be? It all summed up though.
Clara was always weak and sick looking whenever Hermione found the unicorn blood. It was also a couple of times she found it too. Not just that one time. Hermione didn’t say anything, just picked on the loose thread on her wool sweater.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to be my friend anymore. You’re just the only friend I trusted to tell them the truth. Particularly since you cared so much about me in the past few months.” Clara stood up about to leave, when the brown eyed girl stopped her from moving on.
“Clara love, you know that’s not true! You have been my best friend from the start. We kind of use each other for good reasons you know. We help each other in ways others can’t. Just remember that I will be there for you hundred percent, all the way.” Hermione took a deep breath. Clara shook her head, her tears brimming with tears on her cheekbones. They hugged briefly, and then walked back, skipping the way.
The next week on Monday morning, Hermione woke up; Professor Flitwick was poking her with his wand gently. Hermione opened one eye warily, not wanting it to get it poked out.
“Up you get Ms. Granger. Madam Pomfrey is calling you to go to the Hospital Wing.” He said, and then toddled away. Malfoy shot her a funny look, which she disregarded as usual. Hermione yawned grinning at Ron, who grinned back, then went off to the Wing. She wondered why Pomfrey needed her, mainly when it was during class time. The nurse was superfluous firm about this matter.
“Yes Miss. . .Oh my god! Clara!” Hermione ran in, gasping for air. There was her friend lying there still as the lifeless. Her face was insipid and she seemed defrosted. Hermione took a deep breath and felt Clara’s forehead. Odd, it was scorching hot while the rest of her body was bitter with frost.
“Yes a terrible thing isn’t it?” Madam Pomfrey murmured behind Hermione. Hermione gaped for words but none came out of her mouth.
“What? How did this happen?” She asked the nurse.
“Seemed like someone attacked her. I doubt I can find a cure.” The nurse said annoyed not finding a cure. Hermione was lost, even if Madam Pomfrey can’t find the cure, which she always can then who could? Especially a desperate time like this, where her friend was been played between living and dying.
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