The Truth about Us

Chapter 2
Harry : The first morning of freedom

I woke up very early the morning I was to go to my friends. ActuallyI’m not even sure that I slept that night. I barely lept at all since Dubledore’s ‘death’. I felt guilty, my friends would have said “like always when something bad happens”. But that day, I also felt quite excited. I was leaving the Dursleys for good! No more harsh or frightened looks from those I thought to be my only remaining family at that time. No more reminders of the beating I used to received from them, at least before I knew Sirius. Sirius... Now I can leave with his death, it was not entirely my fault, but I was too tortured at this time to realise that. I really felt like I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. And that was partly true, but not for the reasons that were told to me the year before.( Basically I was not supposed to defeat Voldemort, but I’ll explain that later).

So, back to that day, I decided to leave as early as I dared to. I had said goodbye to the Dursleys the previous evening, and they answered the same...I guess, because they grunted something that I didn’t really understand. I looked at my alarm clock, then put it in my trunk. Then I went to the living-room. The fireplace had been enchanted, so that it would function for me just once before it would become the false dull one it had always been. I looked at the window and when the first ray of sun appeared in the sky, I threw floo powder in the hearth and called ‘Grimauld Place’.

I didn’t know what I expected at arriving there, but I was certainly not Ginny screaming a panicked “Hermione!”
All kinds of thought crossed my mind, from a nightmare to a Death-Eater attack. Nonetheless I raced up the stairs with my wand out, ready to help the girl I love and one of my best friends.

I barged into the room and I must say that I was quite shocked and...confused at what I saw. Ginny was kneeled on the floor crying, and she was supporting Hermione seemingly lifeless body.
“Gin! What happened? Is she...”
“I don’t know! We were talking and she was getting out of bed and suddenly she stopped, and then she fall and I’ve tried to wake her up and she doesn’t and I’m worried and oh Harry what if she is dead oh no she can’t be what are we going to do...” She was babbling now and squeezing Hermione body so tight I was afraid she might hurt her. So I gently knelt by her and stroked her closest hand.
“Gin Gin stop ! That won’t help her,” I said, and at the same time I checked for Hermione’s breath. It was barely perceptible but still there. I sighed in relief and checked her pulse. Ok I wasn’t very talented so I put my head on her chest ( Hermione smirked the first time she read that), and I could hear a feeble beat.

Just as I was pondering what to do, Hermione’s parents, as well as Ron and his parents, Moody, Tonks and her older sister Moira, barged into the room, and looked just confused as I had a minute ago, which would have been funny had the situation not been so grave.
They looked from Hermione to Ginny and to me, not necessarily in that order, seemingly petrified. Then Mrs Granger, I mean Anna, screamed “My daughter!”.
Everyone rushed to Hermione, and I was starting to worry aboutthe lack of air around her, when Moira (who is a healer by the way), yelled “STOP! GO AWAY AND LET ME EXAMINE HER!”.
Everyone scampered away, except for Ginny who still had Hermione on her lap, and me, because Hermione’s hand had found mine and wouldn’t let go, even if she was still unconscious.

Moira ran her wand above Hermione’s body for basic injuries, and of course she found nothing. So she tried a more complex spell, and still nothing. Even if...
“What’s her blood group?”
“It’s O+” Anna answered. “Why, she lost some? Does she need a drip? Because if she does...”
“No, it’s not that. She still has all her blood. But it seems to be...well if I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s changing, the pain resulting from it must be what made her faint.”
We all stared dumdfounded at Hermione, then at the magical picture above her. Her picture of her body was showing two colours: red was representing her normal blood group, while pink was the new one. It seemed to last for hours- though it lasted for only half an hour- and all her blood was transformed, or replaced, somehow. It’s very hard to explain but I learnt later that pink was a symbol for magical creature, in medical pictures.

After that, Hermione breath became deeper, and we all understand she was sleeping, so we were slightly relieved. Only slightly, because, we still didn’t know what to expect. She was still clutching my hand, actually she brought it to her cheek with a smile, and I felt a odd rush of magic through it. Very pleasant I must say, but still odd. As if I have found a long lost friend, but there was something else – that I didn’t discovered for an other five months or so.

She kept on smiling, but gave signs that she was about to wake up. She probably felt us looking at her. She opened her eyes, and grinned at us sleepily. Her grin became even bigger when she saw me. She yawned lazily, and asked in a deep and very pleasant voice that we didn’t recognized.
“Hello everyone! How are you? And why are you all here?”
But nobody answered her, too shocked we were.Because her eyes, that we had always know to be a rich hazel brown, were now honey yellow.

A/N:
Hello!
I’m back after my exams and the hollidays, and I hope it was worth the wait. I should be able to update soon and if you are so kind as to review a lot this chapter, I’ll post the next one in two days.
So please, R&R!