Part 14 - Sickness

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
Nobody said it was easy
Oh it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

The rain poured noisely into the mud. The forest was wet and damp, the leaves on trees swaying back and forth, rain drowning them. Oliver sighed, looking up at the sky, they had been there for over an hour now, walking to the L'Endroit de Mort. It was no where to be found. In french translation, the L'Endroit de Mort was a place of death; a place of most painful deaths. People were known to be tortured there - and thats where Ginny and Draco where. Ginny and Draco could be getting tortured this very minute. The thought made him want to loose his mind. And through all the running and walking, and short breaks to catch their breath, they couldn't find it all. It was as if it was missing. Oliver knew it wouldn't be as easy as walking to it. But he couldn't find any other way to get to it.

Hermione walked in front of him, her Gryffindor robe shielding her head from the cold rain pouring onto her. Oliver somehow tolerated the cold rain. He was used to rain, and somehow he actually thought of rain as nice and calming without thunder or lightning. The rain had come to a soft drizzle. It was twelve o'clock in the afternoon and everyone was tired beyond belief.

They had started walking at about one, when they first woke Oliver up, his arm still hurt from Hermione waking him up. He was pretty sure her nails might've left marks it hurt so much.

He could hear the three speaking, but didn't bother to listen, he was to tired to hear.

"Oliver!" the three of them looked back at Oliver's pale face. Green vines started up along Oliver's feet, and soon consumed his whole body. Oliver couldn't move, and felt as if he was suffocating.

"Literona Saliton!" Hermione pointed her wand and the vines dissapeared. Oliver fell to the ground, unsteadily.

All three of them kneeled beside him, "Is he okay, Hermione?" Harry asked, looking down at him.

"I think not," she answered, "the vines most of done something."

"Can't you do something about this?"

"Not if I don't know what they did."

Ron looked at Harry questioningly.

"Hermione, stay here with Oliver, me and Ron'll have to go without you. Can you do that?"

"No!" Ron shouted, "I'm not leaving her here, with, well, with him!" Ron looked over at Oliver, "No offense."

Oliver moved his eyes a tiny bit upward, looking to Ron.

"You guys just can't leave me here! What if something happens? We have to get him back... he could die for all we know. I mean - all the enchantments here are deadly. The vines could've done something really bad. We have to get him help."

"Help? Where in the middle of a deadly enchanted forest! We don't have help."

"Look, Hermione's right, Ron. Something could be wrong..."

"Oliver?" Hermione felt his forehead, it felt red hot as if Oliver was washed over with boiling hot water. "We have to get him help." she repeated.

Oliver felt sweat dripping down his forehead. He felt as if he was stuck in a volcano. He couldn't make out anything from his eyes, and he couldn't speak either. He didn't move, staying very still he heard Hermione and Ron's voices babbling. He slightly coughed, turning his head to the left to make it easier for him. A surge of pain went from his head down to his eyes. It forced him to shut his eyes. The pain inflicted upon him ached through his body. Oliver's face was pitch red, his eyes shut tight, and hands grasping eachother tightly to make it easier to forget the pain.

He felt the pain calm down, and he let loose his hands, slowly taking in deep breaths, his vision was still blurred, his head ached fiercely.

He kept taking deep breaths, when he felt the pain come into him again. This time worse, he dug his nails into his left hand, causing it to bleed, without realizing as the pain consumed his whole body. He let out a scream of pain, making Hermione fall back, Ron and Harry looking at eachother.

"Come on, we have to get back." Hermione said, taking out the supplies to transport them back to Hogwarts.

"We have to get Ginny..." Ron's words escaped his mouth.

"Look, Hermione, can you bring him there and come back to catch up with us. We can't let Ginny die." he said, kneeling beside her.

"You guys go, I'll be back. I promise." she said, setting everything up.




He loved her. He hated her. Why was it so confusing? Ginny had stopped pacing around the room, and sat in the corner next to Draco, her head in her hands.

"Were going to die." she said to him, through a muffled voice.

"No, we're not." Draco pushed himself up and stood near the bars on the cell.

"There has to be a way out of here. I know that your wand is broken and everything and I don't know where mine is but there has to be a way. I'm not dying here."

She looked up at him plainly, thinking of how they could get out.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"What are you thinking?"

A noise came from the opposite side of the bars, and Draco and Ginny looked up, staring.

Observation
Okay, so this was like the last breath before diving into the water. This chapter starts a total new setting, basically. There was hardly any foreshadowing this chapter, although many believed that "There has to be a way out of here. I know that your wand is broken and everything and I don't know where mine is but there has to be a way. I'm not dying here." Meant something, although it did not. It could've, but I didn't give it much thought at the time. This is the firts chapter where you actually get to kind of now how Oliver feels. His POV is pretty good, I guess, although it coulld've been more explanatory. I tried to add a little funny comments from Ron, who at first, didn't think serious, btu I thought, he'd add a little light onto the chapter.