The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

chocolates and flowers.

-AUDREY'S POV-

"Well, Miss Crouch, very nice to see you awake and lively!"

Audrey's eyes had literally been open for a millisecond. A millisecond.

"You should be glad that you woke up so soon. Your head took a nasty hitting on that stone, my dear!" Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded, however Audrey couldn't see her. She was flat on her back, staring at the ceiling.

I turned by head to the right and gasped in shock. The last person I'd expected to be here was there.

"Morning, sweetheart," her father smiled at her, and took some hair and moved it from her face. He looked tired, but relieved she was awake, "I have something for you."

He pulled up her egg from beside his seat, putting it next to her head on the bed.

"There's something we should tell you, before you start to move, darling," he told her, creating immediate confusion in her mind.

"We? Whose 'we'?" she questioned, earning her a nod towards the other side of the bed.

Audrey turned her head to face the other side of her bed, being met immediately with what felt like a trillion faces. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Moody either sat or stood there, looking at her as if she were a museum exhibit.

"What are you all gawking at?" she giggled, relieved looks coming from some of them.

"Well, dearie," George started, immediately followed by Fred, completing his sentence.

"Pomfrey said you might suffer memory loss," George then continued, in typical Weasley twin fashion.

"But we knew you couldn't forget these good looks, could ya?" he smiled.

"We didn't anticipate you waking up now, though. We came with some flowers and everyone tagged along, really," Harry said, holding up some tulips, before putting them in a vase next to the bed.

"How long have I been asleep here, then?" she asked, the room going quiet, until Moody piped up.

"Two days. Think yourself lucky. In the past I've seen witches like you in these comas for days," he said. She knew who had really said it though, making her think that it was definitely something Barty would say. It may not have sounded like it should, but it relieved Audrey that she wasn't like that, and he knew too.

"What is it you so desperately need to tell me, then?" Everybody looked to Hermione to answer.

"Audrey... because of the different injuries you had, the medication for some didn't react very well. There was giant cuts in your legs that exposed some of the nerves in your legs. The medication mixtures have... temporarily paralysed your legs," she looked down after seeing Audrey's distraught expression, "problem is, we don't know how long for."

"But from what we've heard from Rose, this has happened before, hasn't it?" Harry asked, and before Audrey could answer, Madam Maxine followed by Hagrid ran in, shouting her name, in French dramatic fashion.

"Oh, Audrey! Audrey, darling! It's happened again! You must be allergic to something! How are you feeling, darling?" she exclaimed, rubbing my face and hair dramatically, as if she'd narrowly escaped death. Fred and George were biting back their laughs as she looked at them.

"I'm alright, I'm fine! It's just some reaction. I was walking again in two weeks last time," Audrey reassured.

"What happened last time?" Ron asked. 

"We were doing umm... Muggle studies and you know how she gets with it. I said something she didn't like, and she punished me for it," Audrey looked to her hands. Usually she would have lied. But Madam Carrow wasn't her problem anymore.