𝐸𝒸𝒸𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓈𝒾𝒶𝓈𝓉 (Harry Potter X Reader) [2]

Attack

Unfortunately, that second time Arleigh Granger and Harry Potter slept side by side didn't finish as good as it did at Grimmauld place, for neither of them slept at all.
Leigh couldn't drift to sleep peacefully, acknowledging that Potter was struggling in his own head because of his dreams, he kept sweating like crazy and uncontrollably shouting in his sleep, as if he was having a seizure. She worryingly looked at him and tried to calm him down by caressing his arms, though it was no use.
"Harry, what the hell is going on?" She concerned
Potter opened his eyes suddenly, scaring Arleigh to death when she noticed they were completely white with no pupils. She jumped off the bed and let her eyes wander around the room of requirement, hoping it would get her something to get to McGonagall as soon as possible. Her glance fixed on the now empty fireplace and she sighed in relief, jumping in it as she thought about the Head of Gryffindor's office. Green flames surrounded her figure as she appeared opposite a sleeping professor.
"Professor!" She shouted, startling away Minerva, "Please get up, it is very important!"
"What is it, Miss Granger?" Sighed McGonagall
"It's Harry, he's having a-a seizure an-and please, just follow me.." Leigh's voice cracked as nervous tears streamed down her orbs and the teacher nodded.
The two of them used the fireplace again and apparated in the room of requirement again.
Harry was still shifting in his sleep with his white eyes yanked open, worrying the young witch even more.
"Harry!" She climbed on the bed again and the boy blinked quickly as he got back to himself, sweat staining his slytherin pajamas.
"Potter!" Exclaimed Minerva, but the raven haired wasn't replying and fell off the bed.
The animagus approached him carefully and rested one of her hands on his skin, causing him to yelp in pain, as if her touch burned him, and she therefore backed away again.
The boy who lived gagged as he began vomiting all over the floor, then suddenly he stopped and slumped over. He fell unmoving, worrying both of the witches, one of which drew her wand and pushed the younger one behind her figure.
McGonagall rushed to his side and rolled him over cautiously, saying his name various times until he shot his eyes open.
"Mr Weasley's been attacked!" Yelled in pure horror Harry, making Leigh cover her shaky lips with her hand.
"You dreamed this, Potter?" Questioned Minerva
"N-no, I-I saw it happen!" He spoke loudly
"You're sure this happened?"
"Yes! A-and we've got to do something now or he'll die!"
The professor glanced at Arleigh, "Get the Weasleys, I'll take Potter to the Headmaster's office" she ordered and then told the other witch the password to tell the Fat Lady in order to enter.

Arleigh had never run that fast in her whole life, though she had no choice. Mr Weasley was in real danger and she was happy to be able to help at least a little bit. Once she arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, she replied the password and rushed inside. McGonagall had explained where she had to go to get the gingers and she obliged, starting with Ginny at the fourth floor of the dorms. She stormed inside the bedroom and sped to the girl's bed side.
"Weasley!" She yelled, awaking Ginevra immediately
"What are you doing he-"
"There's no time! Your father's been attacked, get to Dumbledore's office now!" Announced Leigh, "I'll get the others, now go!"
Arleigh exited that room and breathed in and out before running all her way up to the fifth floor to tell Ronald and then the seventh to tell the twins.
It took her longer than expected to convince Ron it wasn't one of her pranks and that it was indeed serous business, but then he obliged, just like the two oldest Weasleys.
She, of course, couldn't join them at the headmaster's office for she wasn't family nor was she the one who saw it happen. She simply made her way on her usual tree near the black lake and let herself sob a little as silently as possible.
Mr Weasley had been so nice to her, even though their whole family had bad impressions of the Slytherin house because of the usual stereotype of the bad guys and death eaters. He was such a good man, he didn't deserve what had happened to him and she simply hoped he would survive the attack.

The following day Arleigh refused to go to the Great Hall for breakfast nor for lunch amd dinner, she had completely refused to eat until she knew something about Arthur Weasley and her friends.
Hermione made her way to her cousin with her brown eyes glassy and embraced her.
"He's alive, he'll make it!" She exclaimed and let herself cry a little more on Leigh's shoulder.
"Thank goodness" muttered the younger witch, caressing the other's back gently, as a sigh of relief escaped her parted lips.
The two Granger seated by the dark lake together, ready to chat a little for it was the weekend and both of them had already finished all of their homework.
"How did you even know about Harry?" Suddenly asked the bushy haired, "I mean, how did you know he needed help?"
Arleigh's cobalt eyes widened and she awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck.
"We were..ehm..together" she replied
"YOU LOT WERE TOGETHER?" Excitingly exclaimed Herm, "But, if he dreamed what happened to Mr Weasley..it means you two were sleeping together?!"
Leigh covered her flushed crimson face with her hands.
"...yes" she whispered
"Holy cricket! I knew you two fancied each other!"
"What?! N-no way, we're just friends"
Saying that word while talking about Harry made Arleigh's heart ache, since she knew he didn't feel the same way and fancied Cho, he could never have those feelings for her.
"You're joking, aren't you?" Scoffed Hermione, "You're so thick sometimes! Besides, it's obvious you lot like each other"
"Ehi! I am not thick, I'm just stating the facts" folded her arms over her chest the blue eyed, "Besides, even if I did fancy him, which is untrue, he would never. He fancies Ching"
"It's Chang, Leigh, not Ching" corrected her the other Granger
"Yeah, that."
A soft chuckle escaped the frizzy haired's mouth and she sighed, shaking her head playfully.
"You know you can tell me anything, right, Leigh? I won't spill" she smiled
"There's nothing more to say" quickly hissed Leigh, tucking a lock of light brown hair behind her ear