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Chapter 10 : Chapter Ten
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"Why is it that every time I see you, you pass out? Am I really that bad of a person to be around?” Harry asked, sounding amused, as I slowly opened my eyes. I was finding it hard to breathe. It felt as if someone had kicked me in the stomach with football cleats on. All the wind was knocked out of me. Hermione was the only one to notice how I felt. Ron was busy teasing Harry about his ‘horrible company.’
“Put your head in between your knees, and I’ll get you a cup of water. Try to relax, okay? Slowly count to seven, breathe in, slowly count to seven, and breathe out,” she said as she bustled around the room to get the water.
I obeyed as best as I could, and when Hermione came back, I drank the water greedily. It’s truly amazing how wonderful water can taste sometimes.
“Harry, I’ll come by your house later. Right now I need to take care of Kendra.”
Harry nodded hesitantly, looking as if he knew better than to argue with Hermione, and headed towards the door, with Ron close behind.
“Do you feel better now?” Hermione asked a look of concern in her eyes. (Hermione would make a good mother.)
“Much,” I said, forcing a smile I didn’t feel. I felt confused. I wanted answers to so many questions. I could tell I was about to play the ‘Why Me?’ game at any moment.
“Do you feel light-headed? Do you know why it keeps happening?” Hermione inquired. I hesitated. Should I tell her about all these… visions I kept having? After all, she was a doctor. But what if it was nothing? What if it was all part of my imagination? For all I knew of my past, I could be a crazy person.
“No, to both.” I said. And in a way I suppose it was true. After all, I really didn’t know why it kept happening.
“Hmmm. Maybe it’s all the excitement. The two times you’ve passed out, there was a lot going on. Merlin, I keep forgetting you just came out of a coma a little while ago! Well, you should relax. I’ll make you a cup of tea, and then you should go take a bath. Read a while, too. It could just be me, but I always find all those things to help,” Hermione instructed, sounding like the doctor she was.
I was happy to obey. I got my ‘Fellowship of the Rings’ book, and some vanilla-scented candles and a box of chocolates from Hermione’s room. (When in doubt, eat chocolate!)
When I got out of the bath, Hermione was gone. I went to the fridge and got out a box of macaroni and cheese. It took a while to get ready, because it took some time for me to figure out how to follow the instructions. When it was ready at last, I got a green bowl out and gave myself a huge helping of the cheesy meal. Hallucinating must work up an appetite.
I took a huge spoonful and stuffed it into my mouth, ignoring the fact that it was steaming hot and would most likely burn my tongue.
Macaroni and Cheese was Lily’s favorite food.
Wait, how did I know that? I pushed the bowl away, suddenly not hungry.
That was it. I was telling Hermione. I didn’t care if I got locked up in an asylum any more. Anything to stop these… hallucinations. Anything to make the amnesia go away.
I slowly slipped out of my chair, put my head in my knees, and began to cry softly. The tears were out of frustration more than sadness. Suddenly I wished there was some sort of medicine to make it go away. A ‘Bump your head, pass out, maybe forget who you are? No big deal! Just take this pill, and it will all get better!’ kind of thing. I heard the door open, and I quickly wiped away my tears. I knew now was not the time to upset Hermione, especially after what she had been through recently.
“Come on,” Hermione said once she entered the kitchen. Since it was such a small flat, she didn’t have to look hard for me.
“Where are we going?” I asked, feeling kind of confused.
“Now that you know about our world, I want to show you everything! I want to see if you recognize anything. I confess that the doctors and I are sure you are a witch, which is why I didn’t try very hard to hide everything from you. Anyway, there is this place I know that serves a mean treacle tart. Harry introduced it to me. After all, it is his favorite food.”
I nodded slowly. ‘A little fresh air would do me some good,’ I thought.
Besides, it kept me from eating the macaroni and cheese.
A/N- I was made a TA today, so hopefully that means updates are quicker!
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