Harry Potter's sister ~~~ Fanfiction

waking after coma part 15

20/06/92

Dear Emma

I think your brother might have mentioned me, my name is Hermione Granger. Your brother and I have become friends whilst at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Harry mentioned that he warned you he, Ron and I would be going into a dangerous situation. Firstly let me assure you that Harry is alive. However he is in a coma and will be for a few more days. Ron also got a mild concussion but magical healing is very effective and he's already been discharged. I'm sorry I can't write more just now but I'm still coming to terms with what has happened. I promise I'll tell you more in a few days, or Harry will, he should be up by then and he'll know more.

Please don't worry your brother has been very brave and he saved the stone from falling into you-know-who's hands.

I'll make sure someone gets in touch soon.

Hermione Granger

PS this is a school owl Hedwig seems absolutely exhausted, I've asked him to stay with you so you can write a reply, please address it to me, Ron or Hagrid as many people here don't know you exist.

"Oh Harry no, what happened to you? Please be OK." Emma had tears in her eyes. She had skipped all meals in the last two days simply from worrying, and since she wasn't making the meals the Dursley's had to again rely on Petunia's cooking. The only thing keeping Vernon and Dudley's tempers in check was the threat of Hagrid.

Emma began writing a new letter demanding to know what the hell happened and for Hermione to tell her what happened but then her stomach growled. It had been over 48 hours since she last ate something. Emma sighed, Harry was alive, the danger whatever it was had seemed to have passed, maybe it was time for her to take care of herself.

She made her way downstairs "Relax Aunt Petunia I'll cook." She said to the horse-faced woman who was looking over pots and pans.

Petunia glared at her, she also noticed that Emma's eyes were red. She had been crying. "What's the matter with you?"

Emma merely glared at her "Harry nearly died and is currently lying in a coma."

Petunia scoffed "I suppose it's his own fault? Stupid child. Serves him right for associating in a school with people like the two of you."

Emma's eyes darkened "You know what I think I will let you cook tonight." She turned back to her room and left her Aunt in the kitchen.

Emma had to live off the half a dozen Pumpkin pasties, as well as various sweets stashed away. Still, they were better than Petunia's cooking.

Harry groaned as he opened his eyes and recognised the outline of the Hospital Wing. His head felt like he'd been clubbed by one of McGonagall's giant chess pieces.

"Harry?" Came a voice.

Harry spun his head round. It was Professor Dumbledore. "Professor quick, Voldemort, Quirrell the stone."

"Calm yourself Harry or Madam Pomfrey will throw me out. She still has not forgiven me for your first stay in this ward. Though I must say this is your third time in here and it's still only your first year. You have certainly made quite an impression on our matron."