From the Ashes Ch.6
The response I got last chapter was amazing it was a short, not super interesting little chapter, but everybody seemed happy, and that meant so much to me! So look! I'm updating! For the people that want to know where I'm going with this story – I have no idea! By the way, this is taking place in the sixth year.,
I woke up in a white bed, with white sheets, in a room with white walls. I blinked a few times trying to orient myself, and then I sat up slowly. After a few seconds, I heard a soft knock on my door. I opened my mouth to answer, but no sound came out. Whoever was knocking seemed to expect this, and slowly opened the door without waiting to hear my [inaudible] reply. Slowly, inch-by-inch, the motherly figure entered my room. She looked at me for nervously, and when I nodded, she pulled out her wand and muttered a quiet charm, conjuring a small wooden chair, which she then proceeded to sit in. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, she looked up.
"Hermione…There's something I need to tell you. I probably should not be the one to tell you, but they thought you might be the most comfortable hearing it from me." Professor McGonagall said softly. The women next to me looked more nervous and uncomfortable than I remember ever having seen her, but to her credit, she seemed to be trying to suppress these feelings as much as possible. She reached out and took my hand, holding it for a moment silently. She looked up at me, and held my gaze, before taking a deep breath.
" You remember, the end of last year, when you were cursed by Dolohov?" I nodded – I did remember it, alone the memories were definitely fuzzy.
"Well, as Madame Pomfrey told you, it was a very serious magical injury. However, there was something else that happened, that we decided would be best not to share with you at the time. You were still recovering, and the knowledge would have made you recovery incredibly difficult, if not impossible." The professor trailed off momentarily, looking down at her student.
"When Dolohov cast the curse… he also damaged your bones. It… it is like the muggle equivalent of bone cancer. Your bones and joints are on the relentless path of decay. And there is almost nothing that can be done." Professor McGonagall took a deep, shuddering breath, and tears started to stream down her cheeks.
"My dear girl, I am so sorry. I tried so hard to help, and we tried so many different cures, but none of them worked." She sobbed. I lay there shocked, unsure how to react to the news, unsure how to comfort the grieving woman at my bedside. The part that was hardest to wrap my head around was that she was grieving for me. Without warning, the door opened again. Professor Snape entered swiftly, wrapping his arm around his colleague and escorting her out of the room. A minute later, he re-entered and sat in the seat that McGonagall had just vacated.
"Ms. Granger." He greeted tersely. "I assume, based on the state Minerva is in, that she told you the bad news. However, there is more. The decay of your bones was not completely a surprise. At the time of your birth, a prophecy was made. We did not know of whom the prophecy spoke, but at the time of your injury, it was made clear that the subjects were you, and I. 'When the moon is shattered, and the sun fails to burn… Only the darkness can make the sun shine once more, but things will never be the same again. The dark side of the moon can never again be forgotten…' There is more, but that is most important part." He finished after his recitation. I nodded slowly.
"What does that mean though? I mean, am I the sun? But you said it was somehow about you as well…are you the moon?" I asked, confused about how something like that could apply to the two of us.
"Ms. Granger…Hermione. Yes, you are the sun, and yes, I am the moon. How the two fit together is still in the process of becoming clear, however. The darkness of the moon, though, we believe refers to my involvement with Voldemort. It is believed that he may possess something that could cure you, and it was one of his spells earlier that stabilized your condition. However, getting that magic from him seems impossible as of right now. The later part of the prophecy though, is completely up for interpretation. However," he continued, " There is one other thing. Last year, as I'm sure you remember, Sibil Trelawny made a great many predictions. One however, involved the linking of the sun, to the moon. I wont give you the gory details, especially not in your current state, but it was graphic. But, I think you've heard enough for one day, rest. I'll be in to speak with you again at some point." Professor Snape rose without another word, and walked to the door. He opened it, and paused.
"Ms. Granger… I am sorry. I wouldn't wish this on anyone." He finished somberly, and left.S
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