Disclaimer: This chapter will get a little confusing. I hope you all get what it means and everything. Thanks for sticking with me. There will be a sequel.
The bodies has been removed from the grounds and the press were being dealt with in the Great Hall, questioning tired teens who had heard the explosions and seen the monstrosity before it had met its own disastrous end. The infirmary was full of injured students who had accompanied Harry and Ron and who had come in contact with the bloodied creature. Hermione had left the grounds as well, sent to St. Mungos for special care and of course, suicide watch on Dumbledore's orders. Her behavior after Malfoy's and Verland's death had proved harmful to herself. She had tried to get the knife that she had used on her mother and use it on herself. Fortunately Neville had been standing near by and had gotten it from her. She was allowed no visitors.
Ron and Harry, along with the entire Weasley family were in Dumbledore's office, all waiting for him to come back from St. Mungos with his report on Hermione. They all stood when he entered.
"Sit down… sit down… I suggest you all sit down," he said, sitting down behind his desk and lacing his fingers together. His eyes didn't bare happy news.
"Is she ok?" Ginny managed. Dumbledore sighed heavily.
"Hermione has gone through a great deal. Though she no longer has any physical injuries, her emotional state is way beyond control," he told them.
"What does that mean?" Harry asked. Dumbledore looked around.
"Hermione has been placed in a safety room," he said. Mr. Weasley gasped.
"Oh no," he whispered. They all turned to him, anxious.
"What is it?" Mrs. Weasley demanded. Mr. Weasley glanced over at Dumbledore before explaining.
"The safety room is a room in the basement of St. Mungos. It is off limits to anyone accept the Head Healers of St. Mungos. Visitors are only allowed to look in and even then it's only for family relations," he said.
"But what is it?" Ginny gritted out. Arthur sighed.
"It is a cage basically. A magical cage that protects the occupant from his or herself. I'm assuming Hermione's in such an unstable state that her body is casting off magical burst."
"You mean like a child?" Bill asked. Arthur shook his head gravely.
"No… not like a child. Much worse. When a wizard goes into emotional shock and the powers are now completely unstable, the magical burst can kill someone. The safety room was built so that the powers are kept under total control. Once Hermione enters that room, she's basically… well…"
"Well, what?" Molly asked in a squeaky voice. Dumbledore stood.
"Hermione will be in a some what schizophrenic state until she finds peace within herself. Until then, the many emotions of Hermione will be locked in that room."
Confidence and Alarm - They are watching us.
Bitterness - How do you know?
Confidence and Alarm - Trust me. I know.
Aggression - You don't know shit!
Confidence and Alarm - Now that's not nice.
Bitterness - You wouldn't know nice if it came up behind you and kicked you in the arse.
Fear - Why are we fighting? Can't we all just get along?
Aggression - Shut up, you pansy! I don't even know why you're talking!
Confidence and Alarm - Let her be! She's telling the truth.
Bitterness - That's right. Because you know everything.
Confidence and Alarm - As a matter of fact I do. I am Confidence and Alarm.
Aggression - Screw you…
Confidence and Alarm - And you are obviously Aggression.
Aggression - I'll show you aggression-
Fear - Stop fighting. It's not nice.
Aggression - Look you little bitch. If you keep talking…
Bitterness - You'll what? Kick her arse? You do know you'd be kicking all of us, right? But then again, you wouldn't know much of anything. Brains over there knows everything.
Confidence and Alarm - You're Bitterness.
Bitterness - And your quite a bore, is there anything else you'd like to point out?
Euphoria - What's going on? Huh? Huh? Huh? What's going on? Let's have some fun!
Aggression - Oh great. You again. Shut up!
Fear - Stop it please.
SHUT UP!
They all stopped at that moment, knowing that quarreling at the moment would bring out PAIN. Fear, Confidence and Alarm, Aggression, Euphoria and Bitterness all remained silent as PAIN gained control of Hermione's body. Getting up from the padded floor, Hermione raised her hands and pointed it to the two of the walls.
While this whole inner conversation was going on, the Weasley's and Harry had been led down the stairs by the Head Healer and positioned at the large window peering into the padded safety room. Ron touched the glass as he watched Hermione struggle to her feet, her eyes glazing over with a grayish blue color.
"How long do you think she'll be in there?" Molly asked. The Head Healer shook his head.
"I cannot tell you… Patients who have gone in these rooms come out at different times. For some it takes a few hours. For others, like that man down the hall," he said pointing. "He's been in here for three years."
"What's she doing?" Harry asked, watching as she stretched out her arms to the two opposite walls. The Healer frowned. Everyone screamed as Hermione pulled her hands together in front of her and with the hands came the two walls, closing in around her.
"HERMIONE!" Ron screamed. The Healer stopped him. Several healers came running down the hall.
"Stand back," The Healer with them ordered before following several of heads into Hermione's room. They took out their wands and began shooting curses at the walls that enclosed Hermione. Finally they fell apart like a walnut shell and everyone on the other side of the window felt their hearts tear to see Hermione sitting there. Crying.
Fear was in control at that moment.
The End