My Damned Lover: Third Year

Chapter 53

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING FOR VIOLENCE, ASSAULT, MANHANDLING, ETC.! If you are uncomfortable with these topics, please skip this chapter!

Seraphina, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came down from the infirmary to see the school in chaos. Students were rushing towards the Great Hall, and all of the professors were waiting by the entrance to guide the students coming back from Hogsmeade. 

"What's going on?" Ron demanded. He spotted his brother Percy and caught his arm. "Percy, what's happening-?" 

"You four should go into the Great Hall at once. Especially you, Harry," the older boy said with a pointed look at him. 

"Why?" Ron demanded. 

Percy glanced around before dropping his voice and saying, "Sirius Black has been spotted in the castle. He managed to intrude in our dormitory, and the Fat Lady is traumatized from it. She said he was like a mad man and it seemed like he was searching for someone." 

Hermione gasped, and Seraphina's jaw dropped. Ron stared wide-eyed at Harry, and Harry's expression stiffened with darkness. He clenched his fists, and it looked as if he was going to go after Sirius any moment. 

Seraphina wrapped a hand around his left fist, and he looked at her. She shook her head and warned, "Now isn't the time to go after him." If he was capable of sneaking into Hogwarts and entering their dormitory, then they shouldn't take him lightly. On top of that, he was from Azkaban. That little detail was enough to remind them to think twice before making a move. 

Harry exhaled, but his hands relaxed, and he looked at Percy. "Hurry up and go to the Great Hall. Everyone is sleeping in there tonight. The professors are going to monitor everyone and make sure Siruis Black doesn't hurt anyone. I suggest you not leave-" He did a double take at Seraphina, and his eyes widened. "What on earth happened to you?!" 

"Huh?" She looked down and saw Adrian's blood caked on her sweater. "Oh... it's not my blood." He looked even more concerned now, and Ron urged him to leave. 

"Do I look that bad?" Seraphina asked her friends. Hermione exchanged looks with Harry. Ron opened his mouth to blurt out the truth, but Seraphina held up her palm. "Forget it. You guys go on. I think I should change first." She headed up the stairs alone, and the trio lingered by the staircase. 

They were uncertain if they should go into the Great Hall or wait for Seraphina. 

"Hey, guys!" Neville came over, and they started chatting about what was going on. Suddenly, Neville paled, and Harry wondered why. 

"POTTER!" 

He turned his head, and his expression soured. 

That's why, he thought. Draco strode up to him and held out his hand with an impatient scowl. "Give it back. And make sure it doesn't touch your filthy skin." 

Harry rolled his eyes and pulled the tribulant off. "Here." 

Draco snatched it away. He made a big show of rubbing it against his sweater, and Hermione gave him a disgusted look as Ron made a face. Neville ducked behind Harry and dared not make a sound. He was terribly frightened of Draco and didn't even want the Slytherin to look at him. 

"Where's Seraphina?" Draco demanded. 

"She ran away from you," Ron said. 

Draco shot him a glare, and Neville actually whimpered.