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Luckily, Hermione got back to her old self. She remained in the Hospital Wing for several weeks. There were rumors from the students, who came back from their Christmas break, telling that Hermione got attacked. Lots of students walked past the wing and would try to catch a glimpse of her. Harry, Ron and I visited her once in a while.
"If I'd sprouted whiskers, I'd take a break from work." Ron said as Hermione was making homework.
"Don't be silly, Ron, I've got to keep up," said Hermione briskly. "I don't suppose you've got any new leads?".
"Nothing." Harry said disappointing.
"I was so sure it was Malfoy." Ron said.
"What's that?" I asked when I saw something gold sticking out from under Hermione's pillow.
"Just a get well card." Hermione said casually, trying to poke it out of sight, but Ron was too quick for her. He pulled it out, flicked it open, and read aloud:
"To Miss Granger,
wishing you a speedy recovery,
from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award."
I felt like I could throw up. "You sleep with this under your pillow?" I asked her. Ron chuckled. Hermione was saved, because Madam Pomfrey sent us away.
Nobody was attacked for a very long time. There were rumors that the chamber was closed again. I hadn't heard the creepy voice or had any visions in those weeks. So I thought the chamber was actually closed. Although, I found it very strange. Why would someone open it to attack people and than randomly close it?
Today was an exciting day. We had to compete against Gryffindor's quidditch team. I always liked it when we had a match against them, because I knew almost the entire team. Heidi would always be grumpy, because I communicated with the so called 'enemy'. I would ignore her comments and go on with what I was doing at that moment.
Lots of students were discussing wether Gryffindor would win or not. I heard a lot of people say that we would win, since we got really good. But there were also the ones who were betting on Gryffindor, because they always win. It was very exciting who would win. The bar was set very high.
I was extremely nervous, as I always was at the day of the match. I had a restless night and didn't have a appetite.
"You're going to do just fine, Y/N. Don't worry." Neville reassured at the Gryffindor table. "Just do what you always do and you will be perfectly fine.".
"Yeah, just don't be as good as our team. Of course, no team could be better than us." Ron joked.
"You sure? Because I'm pretty sure I kicked your asses once at practice." I said.
"That was once in a practice. We didn't do our bests." Harry said, jokingly rolling his eyes.
"We just have to see who will win then." I said, which Harry and the rest agreed on.
"I think it's time for us to go pick up our supplies." Harry said. I nodded and stood up. Neville gave me a reassuring smile and Lisa gave me a thumbs up, but quickly hid her hand under the table.
Hermione and Ron walked with us. We parted ways after a while, then going to the Gryffindor Tower and me going to the kitchen.
"Hey, Y/N. Are you excited?" Heidi asked when I entered the common room. I nodded in response.
"Me too. I hope everything goes according our plan. I think the Thimblerig Shuffle is going to work. They will be absolutely stunned when we do it.".
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The Boy Who Believed - Neville Longbottom x OC
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