Hermione woke the next morning, quite early, to find that she really didn't feel well. About four seconds into this realization, she threw up.

And I don't mean she threw up. I mean she regurgitated everything she ate and so much more that it shouldn't have been possible to rid herself of that much fluid, then times ten. Izzy, Parvarti Patil, and Fay Dunbar, other Gryffindor girls, were up in an instant.

Hermione rushed to the bathroom and finished her waterworks in there, getting puke everywhere except the toilet, which was her aim.

She sat there on the ground, crying a sick, bloody sob while she choked on the stench of her vomit. She was sweating and shaking with heat flashes that made her feel hot and cold, while she shuddered and curled up in a fetal position, not caring that vomit was soaking into her clothes and hair.

Izzy rushed into the bathroom after Hermione and was instantly hit with the fumes. Her eyes stung as she looked around at the mess and the brunette getting paler and paler by the second. Walking quickly over, careful to avoid the vomit and muttering "scourgify" as she went, she called over her shoulder to tell the other two girls to clean up out there while she helped Hermione.

"It's okay, just breathe, we'll get you cleaned up-" And that's when she noticed. Hermione was bleeding. But not just from a cut or some other minor thing. No, she was bleeding from almost every visible orifice in her body. Blood was trickling out of Hermione's nose and over her lips, into her mouth where it mixed with the blood and white foam she was choking up. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, blood and tears becoming indistinguishable from each other as they both flowed thickly out of her eyes. Her fingers were shriveling up and she could barely move because of all the blood that had left her muscles and moved to other, more important places in the body.

Izzy was horrified. So she did the logical thing- screamed.

Everyone in the Gryffindor Tower must have heard it, because when Izzy looked around after a few moments, Harry and Ron were in the room, closely followed by Parvarti and Fay, and then Ginny.

"What the bloody hell is going on!" Ron mumbled, clearly half-asleep still. Although not for long, because he heard Harry's horrified gasp and opened his eyes, following the other's gaze to where Hermione sat leaning on Izzy and the toilet in a pool of blood, vomit, and sweat.

"We have to get her out of here," Izzy began hastily. "Harry, you carry her to the Hospital Wing. I'll be right behind you, I just want to clean up and clear the crowd. Ron, go get Draco because you know if someone doesn't tell him that Hermione's in this condition as soon as possible we're going to have a very angry, distraught Slytherin on our hands. Parvarti and Fay, you two get everyone out of here and clean up a bit." She paused, out of breath from talking so quickly. All of this happened in the span of maybe two minutes.

When she noticed everyone just standing there, mouths slightly agape and staring at Hermione, she exclaimed, "Well? Go go go! Hermione's in danger! Haul some ass!"

The boys moved quickly and Parvarti and Fay rushed outside to clear the small crowd of students gathered outside their dorm. Izzy hoisted Hermione into Harry's arms and watched as he muttered a quick, "thank you, Izzy," to her.

Ron was already gone, running to find Draco, and so she called Ginny into the room, whom she didn't know very well but assumed was reliable, and asked, "Can you alert Headmistress McGonagall? She's going to want to know."

"Of course. But might I ask, who are you?" Ginny said, eyeing the girl suspiciously. Damn, Izzy thought, she might be a problem.

"One of Harry's new friends. I mean, kinda friends. It's complicated." The second those words left her mouth she knew that was the wrong thing to say. Harry and this girl used to date if she remembered correctly. Why in the hell would she have said that? Ugh, it was going to be a long day.

But before Izzy could finish those thoughts, Ginny had nodded slightly, eyebrows still furrowed in suspicion, and dashed out the door.

Parvarti and Fay had successfully cleared the crowd, and they were busy cleaning out the bedroom, muttering spells and opening the ancient windows. Izzy heard as Hermione's bedsheets were stripped off her bed and thrown to the ground in disgust, and decided to do some damage control in the bathroom.

Violent vomiting, extreme bleeding, paleness and fever, heat flashes, convulsion, muscle weakness, foaming at the mouth; those were all the symptoms Hermione had. Izzy repeated them in her mind, trying to recall where she heard them before.

Then it hit her like a brick. She stumbled into the counter, the blood draining from her face. She got dizzy, falling to the floor while hyperventilating. Leaning against a cabinet, she quietly voiced her realization. These were symptoms Izzy had heard before because was the cause of them.

"I've poisoned Hermione Granger. And there's no cure."