✰𝑀𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡✰ H. Potter

𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 15

☞︎︎︎𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈☜︎︎︎

The last thing that Hestia heard before blacking out was a faint cheering from those around her and she just hoped that the bespectacled boy was okay.

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A slight humming sound filled the girls ears and the light seemed so much brighter than before. Hestia slowly opened her eyes to see three others staring back at her. Everything was blurry and she was just able to see Hermione's worried expression. She could see the girls lips moving frantically, quite possibly ranting about something. Though, Hestia couldn't hear it. The world around her was muffled, waves crashing inside of her ears. She could feel the whole ocean inside of her, swaying gently from side to side. She could feel the blood in her body and the air entering her lungs. Hestia propped herself up on her elbows, a frown glossing over the girls beautiful features.

Hestia quickly realised that she was in the hospital wing, the rows of white beds being a dead giveaway. However, the girl wasn't quite sure why. The last thing she remembered was the cheering crowd and her friends happy smiles. Though they were long gone. Instead, the girl was surrounded by frowns and concerned faces. The trio seemed to be asking the girl questions that she was unable to respond to.

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

"Hestia?" Hermione whispered, peering at her friend. She had been rambling on for ages, asking multiple questions. Yet the girl sat still, as if none of them were there. She looked at Harry for answers, though he looked just as confused as she was.
When she returned her gaze to Hestia, she noticed her fingers covered in blood that wasn't there before, dripping slowly down her fingers. Blood licking every inch of her hand, relishing in the taste. Ron went to go fetch Madame Pomfrey as the other two froze.

𝑯𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

She moved her hands to her ears in an attempt to brush away whatever substance was blocking her ears, only to find her fingers covered in deep, red blood. The frown on her face deepened. Madame Pomfrey appeared, muttering something under her breath. She brought out towels and cotton balls as she began to dispose of the never ending blood seeping out of her ears. Slowly but surely, her hearing came back and she could hear the woman's reassuring whispers and Hermione's panicked gasps.

"Not to worry. It was probably just all the yelling. Those Quidditch crowds can get rather overwhelming can't they?" The woman smiled and Hestia nodded in acknowledgement.

Once the woman left, Hestia turned to her friends.

"What happened?"

The three instantly started yelling about different things. Hermione was ranting about Professor Snape, Ron was explaining how Harry won the Quidditch game and Harry, he stayed quiet. He watched the other two speak over each other, passionately explaining their points. Hestia barely understood what they were saying, however she got the gist of it. Something about Snape jinxing Harry's broom and Harry catching the snitch in his mouth, successfully ending the game. She turned to the boy in question.

"What about the bright light?" She asked, remembering the bright blue glow that clouded her vision.

Both Hermione and Ron stopped talking, looking at the girl.

"What?" They both said at the same time, causing them to look at each other in annoyance.

"There wasn't any blue light.." Hermione answered hesitantly.
"Maybe you were just dreaming. Or maybe you hit your head a bit hard."

"I saw it too."

Hermione turned to Harry, hey eyebrows furrowed.

"I saw it too. A light blue glow. It reminded me of the blue dress that you wore. Right?"