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Harry Potter and the Onyx Spell Book

seleene_paris

Chapter 9

Gone

The wind whipped his ruby hair in his face

as he raced his broomstick back to Hogwarts. Ron held

Hermione tightly against him to prevent her from falling

to the ground like a lumpy rag doll. Ron glanced back

at the rest of the Red Squadron as they carried their

leader and his fiancée back to the school.

If the situation wasn't so serious, Ron would

have laughed as he stunned Hermione when she went

hysterical again when she found out they were still

going to be flying back to Hogwarts. "There is no way

I'm getting back on one of those things."

"Hermione, you're not being rational. How are

we suppose to get back? Harry needs immediate

medical attention. Not to mention, you could use some

as well." Ron took her chin to inspect the black eye and

several scrapes she took to her face when she dove after

Harry.

"That's fine. You'll fly him back and I'll walk."

Hermione offered stepping away from the broomsticks

and began to walk toward the edge of the clearing.

"Hermione, I'm sorry, but I have to do this." Ron

apologized as he pulled out his wand. "Perfectus Totalus!"

Hermione's body went stiff and fell to the ground

with a slight thud. As Ron went to collect her body,

Sarah asked Ron. "Ron, was that really necessary?"

"She was getting hysterical." Ron protested as he

gathered her body to fly her out.

With Spring in the air, the wind brought a twinge

of pink to Ron's cheeks as Red squadron landed on the

grounds at Hogwarts. "Get Harry upstairs to Madame

Pomfrey. I'll be up in a few minutes."

"What about Hermione?" Sarah asked and

gathered Anthony and Kamal's broomsticks to take

back up to their room while they rushed Harry to the

hospital wing.

"I'll take care of her." Ron mentioned as he

took out his wand to undo the spell. "Finite

Incantatum."

Once the spell was lifted, Ron received a

slap to the face. "Ron, don't ever do that to me

ever again."

"I'm sorry, Hermione, but you were getting

slightly hysterical." Ron paused. "I know you never

quite enjoyed flying before, but you never this bad.

What happened?"

Hermione didn't speak for a few minutes

as she looked up at the sky. "I'm not sure, Ron.

When I saw Harry fall I got sick to my stomach.

He's a really talented flyer, so when I saw him fall…"

"Hermione, accidents happen. Harry has

always known what kind of risks that are involved.

You can't let this one throw you."

"I can't do it, Ron." A tear fell on to Hermione's

cheek. "After seeing that happen to him I never want

to step near another broomstick ever again."

"As an auror you have to."

"That is why I'm turning in my resignation."

Hermione admitted. "I read in the manual that I can

get a honorary discharge due to this. That is what

I'm planning to do."

Ron hugged his best female friend. "Good

luck with that, but I highly doubt its going to happen

that way."

"Why do you say that?"

"I kind of told Sergeant Duckhorn that you

had taken the Onyx Spell Book."

"Ron, how could you?"

"She made me tell because of our officer's

oath. She had already figured one of us already took it.

She never guessed it was you, though."

Hermione said nothing for a moment and Ron

could only imagine the what kind of fight was going

on inside o her. "Thanks for letting me know before

she served me with the discharge papers. Let's go

see about Harry and Heather."

Ron nodded and the two of them were silent

as they made their way to the hospital wing. Madame

Pomfrey rushed over to greet them. "Mister Potter is

in his usual bed, Miss Granger. If you don't mind, I

would like to talk to Mister Weasley alone for a few

minutes."

Hermione squeezed Ron's hand reassuringly

before she headed toward Harry's bed. Once she

was behind the privacy screen, Madame Pomfrey

spoke. "She's stable for the time being, but I would

like to move her to Saint Mungo's in the morning.

They're better prepared to treat her there." She took

the moment to pause before she broke the other

bit of news. "I'm sorry to be the one to tell you Mister

Weasley, but I wasn't able to save the baby."

Ron's distant stare went from where Heather

Lay to Madame Pomfrey. "Baby? What baby?"

"She was pregnant." The school nurse offered.

"One can assume with your child. I take it she never

got around to telling you."

"More like afraid to tell you." Hermione voiced

as her head peaked from the privacy screen. Madame

Pomfrey took this moment to leave the room to leave

them to discuss the situation.

"You knew? How come you didn't tell me?"

"It wasn't my place." Hermione volleyed back.

"She told me that if you knew you would have marched

her straight to Sergeant Duckhorn for her discharge."

"Bugger yeah!" Ron then offered. "Hermione,

you know how much family means to me."

"I know, Ron." Hermione offered as she stroked

Harry's hair. The duo went silent until Madame Pomfrey

came back into the room with a dreamless sleep drought.

"Hopefully by tomorrow Mister Potter will regain

conciseness so we can begin therapy on that right knee

of his." She commented as she began administering the

potion.

"He will be able to walk again, won't he?"

The school nurse looked at the girl and then

Went back to administering the potion to the girl's

fiancé. "I honestly won't be sure until he wakes if

he would be able to with out the minimum use of

a cane."

"When will they wake up?" Hermione asked

as she took Harry's hand and stroked it gently. It

was only then Madame Pomfrey noticed the bruises

and scratches on Hermione's face.

As she began to administer the necessary

potions required to heal them. "I gave her a dreamless

sleep drought when she was brought in. I'm going to

say she won't wake up until at the very least later

this evening or early tomorrow morning. I am hoping

it's the early tomorrow, so she'll be easier to

transport to the hospital. As for Mister Potter, I would

expect for him to wake by tomorrow morning

sometime." Madame Pomfrey put the topper to the

bottled potion back in the top of the bottle. "For now,

I must insist the two of you leave. I cannot give the

two of them the attention they need with you distracting

me."

Without another word, both Ron and Hermione

stood up and walked out of the hospital wing where the

duo met up with Sergeant Duckhorn and Professor

Dumbledore. "Sir." The two Red squadron members

snapped to attention.

"At ease." Sergeant Duckhorn saluted in

return. "I'm hear to give out discharges. Where

are Cadets Potter?"

"Madame Pomfrey has yet to revive them,

ma'am." Ron answered. "She's not sure how

serious Harry's condition is at this point. How

can you discharge someone when you're not

sure how bad his condition is?"

"Cadet Weasley, may I remind you of our

manual? A superior officer can and will remove a

cadet from duty if the superior feels that cadet

cannot finish training." Sergeant Duckhorn

turned to Hermione. "Here are your discharge

papers. Cadet Weasley informed me that you

took the Onyx Spell Book and went against my

direct orders. As much as you think this is going

to help save lives, you could have risked the

lives of everyone on your team. I respectfully

ask you turn in your electronic spell book

before the team and I head back to the

United States."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Miss Granger, if I may." Dumbledore offered.

"The school is in yet need of another healer. The

Governors have expressed some concern of how

Madame Pomfrey can handle the growing school

Population. I have expressed that I am confident that

she could handle it; however, the Governors disagree

and have asked me to find a suitable person to

train with her for the job. Since your term with your

auror training has ended, I wish to extend this position

to you. It will require a lot of careful study of course.

Rather vigorous, actually."

Hermione looked over at Ron and the two

Smiled at each other knowingly. "I'll think on it

Professor. For now, I just want to be around

for when Harry wakes."

"You will have then until the first day of

term to answer. I do hope you accept, because

it will be a great opportunity for both of you. For

now I suggest you go down to the kitchens and

ask Dobby to prepare something for you to eat.

I am sure the two of you are famished."

"Thank you, Professor." Hermione smiled

and after Ron saluted his superior officer, they left

to find something to eat.

*****

The air of the morning after in the school

was filled with excitement and despair as the

Hogwarts students left their favorite school for

the summer holiday. Hermione was ecstatic to

learn Harry had awoken from his dreamless sleep

drought and had been served with his discharge

papers and was able to have visitors.

Ron practically raced after Hermione

as she had learned he was awake and asking

for them. The duo met Madame Pomfrey, Professors

Dumbledore and McGonagall, and Sergeant

Duckhorn at the doors of the hospital wing as if

they were waiting for them. "Thank goodness you're

here Mister Weasley." Professor McGonagall sighed.

"Perhaps you might give us some idea where she

went to."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"Who is missing?"

"Miss Potter left the hospital wing some

time between midnight and one this morning."

Professor Dumbledore offered. "Madame Pomfrey

had left for the night some time around midnight

and when she remembered she did not lock up

her office around one she came back to the

hospital wing, Heather was missing."

"What?" Ron asked as he pushed

past the group to go to where Heather's bed

was. Not like he had expected, the bed had

been made to be ready to accept another

patient.

Ron slammed his fist down on the

hospital tray. It clattered to the floor with a

loud echoing bang. As the pain pounded

in his fist, nothing he could physically feel

compared to the hurt in his heart.

Harry looked up suddenly from his

sleep. "What's going on?" Harry looked

over at the empty bed beside him. "Where

is Heather?"

"She's gone, mate." Ron admitted

as he stormed out o the hospital wing,

ignoring the protests of those who stood

just beyond the doors.

*****

End of story.