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Erin by HPsmartone32
Chapter 13 : Chapter 13: A What?
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Chapter 13: A What?

“Erin, Erin?” Hermione asked, “Erin! We have to get her to St. Mungo’s!” Hermione finished frantically.

“What are you people looking at? Can’t you see something is wrong with her?” Ron yelled, “Apparate there, I’ll be right behind you,” he told Hermione, who nodded and stood up. Holding Erin to her very tightly, she spun and was gone with a pop.

“I NEED A HEALER!” Hermione yelled as soon as she felt the floor below her feet. Erin had stopped shaking in Hermione’s arms and was now still.

“Miss, you need to---"

“Don’t even start!” Hermione said and pushed passed the white doors and ran down the hall until she saw a Healer.

“Help! Please, my daughter!” Hermione gasped.

“Oh, my,” the Healer exclaimed, “Take her in here.” The Healer led Hermione into a room and Hermione laid Erin down on the bed.

“What happened? Who is your normal Healer?” the Healer asked as she began to hook all kinds of machines up to the little unconscious girl.

“I—I…” watching as tubes and wires were attached to Erin, Hermione couldn’t remember, “Healer Thomas.” She managed to say.

“Okay, I’ll take it from here. You need to wait out in the waiting room.” Wait? That seemed like all Hermione had been doing lately.

“ I don’t--"

“I’m sorry but you have too, I’ll send someone out as soon as we know something.” The healer told her and wheeled Erin out of the room and down the hall, almost running.

Hermione walked slowly back to the waiting room, “Where are they?” Ron was yelling.

“I—I don’t know, sir, she ran that way!” the scared receptionist was telling him.

“Well then you can just… Hermione!” Ron ran over and hugged his wife, “Where is she?”

“I… I don’t know, the Healer took her,” Hermione said softly, melting in Ron’s arms.

“Which Healer?” Ron asked.

“I don’t know! I don’t think I know anything!” Hermione sobbed and Ron pulled her closer, “We were just here! In this same position! With Erin in the back… and … and…”

“I know, Shhh…” Ron soothed.

“Healer Thomas’s staff to the operating room, I repeat Healer Thomas’s staff to the operating room,” a voice came over the intercom. Hermione looked up at the speaker, as if it would tell her why her little girl was so sick.

“Hermione! Ron!” Ginny said running up to them, “What happened to Erin? Don’t worry, the Minister postponed the trial until Erin gets better, where is she?”

“In… in... the operating room,” Ron gulped.

Ginny stared at him in disbelief.

“But… I… the..” Ginny looked up at Harry.

“Why don’t we sit down,” he offered solemly.

No one said anything. Sometime later, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione all sat on the hard, cold chairs in the waiting room, each couple wrapped in each other’s arms.

Hermione tried to sleep, knowing that there was no way she would be able to. It had been a long time since Hermione and Erin had first arrived; but what was really only hours seemed like days.

Hermione watched as a little girl of about six with what looked like a chocolate frog shoved in her ear played in the kid’s area with an old beat up doll. She didn’t bother to wonder how the frog got wedged into her ear. At least she wasn’t in the operating room. At least her parents didn’t have to worry if she was going to live or not. Whether she would recover fast or not at all.

After waiting (again) for what seemed like days, a healer came through the white doors and made her way over to the waiting four, who sat up.

“Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?” the healer asked.


“Healer Thomas says that you can come back to recovery room three to see your daughter,” she announced. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny jumped up.

“Er, parents only.” The healer announced eying Harry and Ginny.

Ginny glared at the healer, “Well, I guess I’ll make an exception.” She said finally.

Smiling a little and acting like she knew they were going to let her in anyway, Ginny and Harry followed Hermione and Ron as they entered the recovery room.

“She’s not conscious yet,” the healer warned, unnecessarily. Hermione and Ron nodded and the healer pushed open the door.

Hermione felt deja vu as she saw her baby lying, unconscious, on the hospital bed.How many times is this going to happen? she wondered. Hermione and Ron and Harry and Ginny walked over to the sleeping girl and held their breath.

“Oh, Erin,” Hermione gasped and took the little girls hand in hers.

Ron conquered a chair for Hermione and himself beside the bed. Hermione sat down, still holding the little hand. Harry and Ginny conquered chairs on the other side of the bed and the wait for Healer Thomas began.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Healer Thomas strode in looking down at a clipboard she was holding. Hermione saw Harry push his chair back so it stood on only the back two legs; that had always been his nervous habit.

Hermione stood up and slowly parted with Erin’s little hand, “Hello.” She whispered and shook the Healers hand, Healer Thomas pulled her into a hug. After she had exchanged hellos with everyone, Hermione sat back down and took up Erin’s hand.

“Well, I didn’t expect to see you back so soon, especially not with Erin being this sick,” Healer Thomas started.

“Why was she in the operating room?” Ron asked.

“Well, let’s get straight to the point then, shall we? Erin was missing one shoe and sock when she came so I thought that I’d see why. I examined the bottom of her foot and noticed a green light,” she explained.

Hermione looked to her husband and then to her daughter, she was scared.

“I had to get to the bottom of this, and the only way was to get whatever this thing might be, out. So we made a small incision and tried to pull it out.”

Hermione had horrible images of Erin’s foot being cut open, she forced herself to listen to the healer.

“We tried all the spells we could think of and nothing worked,” Healer Thomas walked over to one of the many machines that were connected to the baby blonde and examined the data, “Then, I was pointing my wand into her foot and I muttered, ‘Damn,’ and it seemed to wiggle a little. I figured that that, strange enough, must be the first word to a phrase that brought out the object.” She paused ad flipped the page of her clipboard up and scribbled something down.

“I tried everything, from foot, to parchment and nothing worked. I was just about to try again so I said, ‘Damn’ and then I was interrupted by someone asked in the sex of Erin, I sighed and said ‘girl’ cause I was in no mood for stupid questions. To my complete surprise, the object wiggled frantically so I tried again, ‘Damn girl?” that did it, the object flew out and into my hand. Whatever it was, it had a very powerful curse on it, a curse that would have killed a child that didn’t have extreme magical abilities.”

Hermione would have been thrilled at the news that Erin wasn’t a squib, had Erin not been near death at the moment…

Healer Thomas walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer. Hermione watched as she pulled out a clear bag with a small (bead, maybe?) in it, Hermione gasped.

“Does anyone have any—" Parvati started but was interrupted as Harry’s chair flipped backwards and he hit the floor hard, his eyes wide in…fear?

“Harry?!” Ginny gasped. She jumped out of her seat and pulled her husband up, “Are you okay?” Harry’s face was now a very nasty white-green color. Ginny set him in her chair, he sat and pointed at the bag.

“Th—that’s a.. a…” he stuttered.

“A what?” Hermione, Parvati, Ginny and Ron asked.

“Hor… Horcrux,” he spat out.

Ginny, Ron and Hermione turned a color to match Harry’s, “Pardon?” Parvati asked.

“Wh..who’s could it be?” Ginny asked dumbly.

“What’s a Hor-cross?” Parvati asked.

“Malfoy.” Ron growled.

“What’s a Who-cross?” Parvati tried again.

“He wouldn’t!” Ginny gasped.

“He did.” Harry answered.

Hermione was in shock; Erin had had a Horcrux in her foot?

“For Merlin’s sake will someone tell me what a damn Har-cux is?!” Parvati yelled. Everyone turned to look at her (with the exception of Erin, of course).

“P..part of someone’s soul, they have to k..kill someone and then rip their soul in half or something,” Hermione explained, still not recovered from the shock.

Parvati still looked a bit confused.

“It’s how Voldemort stayed alive, he had seven, it basically makes you invincible unless you destroy the Horcrux first.” Harry explained.

“That’s why the bastard wanted Erin back.” Hermione said in a low voice, “Because she had his precious soul.”

“I’ll crush it!” Ron said. He leapt up and snatched the bag from the healer’s hands before anyone could react.

“NO!” Ginny, Harry, and Hermione cried.

“Why not?” Ron asked, angrily.

“Evidence,” was all Hermione said. Ron slowly lowered the bag to the table.

“Right,” he muttered as he sat back down in his chair beside Hermione.

“So what should we do?” Parvati said, breaking the silence.

“Well, first I suggest making Erin better,” Ron said somewhat hotly.

“Ron,” Hermione started, “I’m sure they are doing all they can and now with that thing out of her foot she should recover quickly, right?”

“If the har-cross was the cause of Erin’s illness then, yes, she should be well fairly soon,” Parvati affirmed.

“How soon is ‘fairly soon?’” Ginny asked.

“I can’t say, Ginny,” the healer answered.

“Healer Thomas, you are needed in room 110, Healer Thomas to room 110,” said a voice over the intercom.

“I hate that thing,” Parvati muttered, “I’ll be back to check on Erin in a bit.” She finished and exited the room.

“I don’t think even the best seer could have seen that one coming,” Ginny said after a moment of silence.

“We should have known he’d play dirty,” Ron said and Harry muttered something about ‘that little bastard.’

A/N: sorry, that chapter was kinda short but I didn’t know what else to write, yeah I know, writers block SUCKS!! Leave a review to make me feel better.

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