Earth to Hermione!”
Granger shook her head to clear the cobwebs out and focused her fuzzy brain on
the person who was speaking to her.
Ron?” she asked, reaching for a Special Edition Halloween Double Chocolate Frog
from the platter before her. She looked at the young man sitting next to her,
with his tousled red hair and lopsided grin. For some strange reason her
stomach did a little flip-flop as she stared at the one and only Ron Weasley.
“Where were you?
You seemed a million miles away,” Ron said.
“Well,” the third
member of their everlasting trio spoke up, “we’re glad you’re back. You don’t
want to miss the food. I’m praying for a nice, normal, safe Halloween this
“Ha!” Ron shouted.
“The words ‘normal’ and ‘Hogwarts’ go together like ‘Snape’ and ‘compassion.’”
It was Hogwart’s annual Halloween Feast in the trio’s fifth year, and they have
not had the best track record for secure Halloweens.
Hermione began shooting a look toward Harry. “I’m sure this Halloween will be
just fine with no evil death threats and Dumbledore is here to protect us and
what is that?” Hermione finished breathlessly.
The two boys
followed her gaze and all three were staring when a house-elf put a huge piece
of cake in front of Harry Potter himself.
the little elf began. “Here’s a piece of cake from Dobby. It’s the-“
“It’s the Triple
Chocolate Chunk Supreme Moose Cake.” Hermione said with wide eyes.
Harry and Ron
looked at her strangely.
“There’s a huge
name for that little piece of chocolate cake?” Ron asked dubiously.
“Yes. I’ve only
read about it, but to actually see it,” Hermione said, bewildered.
Are you okay? You’re not acting like yourself.” Harry asked tentatively.
“I’m great. Thank
you,” Hermione said addressing the house-elf, but he was gone.
what’s so great about this Double Cake With Chunks Of Moose, anyway?” Harry
it’s only supposed to be the best cake in the world of cakes,” Hermione
explained, not bothering to correct its name. “It’s made specially in the
Witch’s Factory in Switzerland and it’s only made at midnight on October 30 so
it is only eaten on Halloween. It’s made with exactly one hundred and fifty six
chocolate chips and-“
Harry interrupted, laughing. “If you want it so bad, you’re welcome to it.”
No!” Hermione said innocently. “I could never take your cake away from you.”
perfectly-“ Harry began.
me a fork!” she commanded and Ron slapped one in her hand and she dug in. After
thirteen bites, all in quick succession, Hermione finally lifted her head up
sat back in her seat, and sighed in satisfaction.
Hermione?” Ron asked grabbing a fork. “Since you’ve only had like half the
cake, could I just-“
Hermione slapped Ron hand away and gave him a Glare O’ Death.
of a sudden, a shooting pain went through her stomach.
wrong?” Ron asked, immediately concerned.
she asked weakly. “I don’t feel so good.”
with that, Hermione Granger fainted dead on the spot and would have crashed to
the floor, had Ron not caught her.
In the Infirmary
At Madam Pomfrey’s
blunt diagnosis, both Ron and Harry drained of color.
“Poison? But how?
By whom?” Ron sputtered. “Who would want to harm Hermione?”
“No one,” Harry
said glumly. “It was my cake. I’m supposed to be lying there.”
“Now, now, Mr.
Potter. No use blaming ourselves,” Headmaster Dumbledore reasoned.
shook her head. “This is the first sign of Frosticine Poison I have heard of in
five hundred years. Hermione will be fine as long as we give her the cure
“We’ll get to the
bottom of this. It’s been a long day. I do believe you and Mr. Weasley should
retire,” Dumbledore suggested.
“What?” Ron asked,
flabbergasted. “No way! I’m not leaving Hermione.”
“Mr. Weasley. I
can assure you that no harm will come to Ms. Granger. I’ll escort you to your
room,” Professor McGonagall said with conviction.
Harry agreed. “I’m a bit-“ he yawned. “-tired myself.”
murderously at Harry before ‘remembering’ how tired he really was. “Oh, yeah.
Me too. Yawn.”
“Let’s go, boys,”
Professor McGonagall said sternly.
As they retreated,
Professor Snape turned to Headmaster Dumbledore.
“Sir, I don’t
believe those Gryffindors are going to stay up there.”
back at him with a twinkle in his eye. “You don’t, do you? Whatever gave you
that idea?” he asked. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must inquire about Ms.
Granger’s predicament. And I do believe you have to concoct the antidote.”
curtly nodded and went to work.
“We’re getting the
Invisibility Cloak, right?”
Harry nodded at
Ron’s question. “Of course. Let’s go question Dobby.”
The two Gryffindors
crept downstairs, tickled the pear to enter the kitchens and made their way
over to Dobby.
“Hi, Dobby,” Harry
shocked that Harry had come to visit.
“Harry Potter! How
good to see you. Dobby will go get you some candy corn.” As he started heading
for the other side of the room, Harry stopped him.
“No thanks, Dobby.
I need some answers. What do you know about this chunky chocolate cake supreme?
A house-elf gave it to me, saying it was from you and it had poison in it.
Hermione is now ill,” Harry said.
widened and he gasped. “Oh, Master Potter! I can’t believe that could happen! I
never saw any chocolate cake, I swear it! Who told you this?”
“Umm, a house elf,
about your height,” Harry said.
“Yeah, his eyes
were like your’s also, but more green,” Ron added.
snapped his fingers. “He had a little puff of white hear sticking from the top
of his head.”
Dobby sucked in a
breath. “Oh no. It can’t be.”
“What?” The boys
“There is only one
house-elf I can think of like that. That is Berny. He started out a good house-elf
and turned bad. He served You-Know-Who until his downfall. But, he died one
month after You-Know-Who.”
Harry and Ron
Dobby. We’ll visit you again soon,” Harry promised.
“Wow.” The two
boys were still white as they sneaked into the Infirmary to visit Hermione.
“How could this
happen?” Harry whispered furiously. “A ghost house-elf? He looked real.”
“A very good
question, indeed, Mr. Potter.” The boys jumped when the heard Headmaster
Dumbledore! We were-ah- You see-,” Ron stuttered.
“It’s quite all
right, Mr. Weasley. I understand your bonds of friendship. I see you’ve found
out about Berny. I must say, I don’t know where he has gone or how he got here
nor how he passed for flesh and blood. I don’t even know if he was acting under
Voldemort’s direct orders.”
Harry shook his
head. “I wish he got me. Then I’d be lying in that bed and Hermione would be
grave as he corrected Harry. “No, you’d be getting ready for burial, I do say.”
Poison has different effects on different people who take it. If a female
ingests it, she’ll be able to be cured by the antidote. If either of you had
taken one bite, you’d be dead.”
It took a moment
for this bit of news to sink in.
“We’ll find our
answers later. First, I believe Ms. Granger would like to see you,” Dumbledore
The boys shot up and
ran to the back of the Infirmary, where sure enough, Hermione was sitting up as
Madam Pomfrey mothered her.
boys shouted and ran over to hug her.
“Are you okay?”
Ron asked, extremely concerned.
Hermione said with a weak smile. “But, Ron, you were right. We never can have a
Harry, who had
been quiet, spoke up. “I’m so sorry, Hermione. This is all my fault.”
Hermione held up a
hand. “Now stop right there Harry Potter. This is You-Know-Who’s fault, not
yours. Please don’t blame yourself.”
commanded. “You two better go up to bed or else you won’t be able to
concentrate well enough to take good notes for me tomorrow.”
“Ok. Harry, I’ll
be there in a minute. Go on ahead,” Ron said.
knowingly, and left them alone.
Ron sat down on
Hermione’s bed. “I was really scared tonight. Don’t do that again,” he said,
looking into her eyes.
Hermione,” Ron began. “I really like you. A lot. I mean like more than-“
Ron was cut off as
Hermione gently touched her lips with his.
When they broke
away, Ron was red and looked into Hermione’s grinning face.
“Wow. Yeah. I’m
glad you feel this way too.” Ron stuttered out.
“I do. Happy
Halloween, Ron,” Hermione said and leaned in for another kiss.