Lacuna

chpt.17

Cordelia ran through the corridors running as fast as she could. Her heart raced and she almost felt sick at how stressed she felt. She held his journal in his hand.

How would she explain herself? How would he explain himself? What would she even say? She reached the staircase and charged her way up it trying not to fall. She approached the fat lady and stared up at her.

"Let me in." Cordelia demanded. The fat lady turned her head and shook it.

"You are no Gryffindor." She looked at her.

"Let me in." Cordelia repeated.

"No! No entry without password!" She shouted at her. Cordelia rolled her eyes and huffed.

"Please- just let me in..I- I need to talk to somebody." She stammered out of breath. The lady shook her head once again.

"No!" She shouted. "No one is in here!"

Cordelia exhaled and looked around looking for a way she could get into the common room so she could go up to the dorms.

"He's gone." Fred simply said out of no where. Cordelia jumped in the hair and cussed under her breath.

"What? What do you mean he's gone?" She questioned. Fred shrugged.

"He's going home. To the burrow." He informed. "..but I do reckon that he went that way." He said pointing in all sorts of directions. She glared at him.

"Where?"

"The cats office." Fred bleakly said. "You really are no fun." He sarcastically remarked with a smirk on his face before disappearing again. Cordelia first thought of Filch and Mrs. Norris but realized it was NcGonagall.

Cordelia sped through the halls. If she doesn't turn in her daily entry she could get into lots of trouble. He hasn't before and has been let off on warnings but who knows how they'll react this time.

There's no way he felt that way about her. She couldn't believe it. No one has ever loved her like that, she knew he cared but didn't know that much.

She felt stuck. How could she even get out of an arranged marriage?

Her chest pounded rounding corner after corner and going up stairs after stairs. She approached the large Griffon door before entering.

Cordelia peered around the corner and saw McGonagall sitting at her office desk. She gripped onto Harry's notebook in her hands. She sat there writing on a piece of parchment dipping her quill in ink.

The place reminded her of Dumbledore. She got bursts of memories from the times she had to be sent to his office. McGonagall sat in her seat and wore green and black velvet robes and her hat sat up on her desk.

A crackling fire glowed in the corner. A portrait of Dumbledore was hung above McGonagalls head, he was sleeping in the painting.

McGonagall picked up her head and put down her quill and gave a worried look when Cordelia stood in her office, her chest heaved, hair a mess and she that she looked extremely distraught.

"Do you have any idea how late it is miss Burke?" Minerva shifted in her seat fixing her dress robes. Cordelia shook her head.

"Actually- I don't.." her chest heaved out of breath. "I um.." she said holding up Harry's journal. "...this isn't mine, I had a mix up and I need mine back and return this.."

"Do you know who has it?" She asked. Cordelias arms fell to her sides and eyes welled with tears and she nodded. Cordelia broke out into a sob. McGonagall shot up from her seat quickly walking towards Cordelia. "Oh my goodness." McGonagall pulled her into a hug comforting her.