HIDDEN (D.M)

S T M U N G O ' S

I hardly open my eyes, adjusting to the room's light. It's dark and cold it feels empty and abandoned. I look around noticing other beds just like the one I'm laying on, curtains on both of my sides. I try to move but my body is weak, it feels heavy. I try to move my hands but feel restraints in both of my wrists.

What's going on?

My head feels heavy. I feel like I was just dead and brought back to life. I can't move much if I do it feels like I'll throw up. Nobody is here but there's surgical supplies next to me along with bandages. Am I in a hospital?

I grunt trying to get out of these restraints. It's of no use they are too tight on me and I'm too weak to hardly move. I close my eyes feeling my vision get blurry again.

*****

"There's nothing we can do. All we have to do is wait for her to wake up." A muffled voice wakes me up. I pretend that I'm still asleep to hear more of the conversation.

"When do you think that will be?" I recognize that voice, sweet like honey but bitter at the same time.

I open my eyes. Curiosity taking the best of me, I look to my side to find Delilah talking to a man in a white coat. She looks so worried and sleep deprived. Why is she here? Where am I? My movement makes both of them look back at me. Delilah gasps and walks over to me, taking a tight grip on my hand.

"Delilah wh- what are you doing here?" My question coming out in a mere whisper, finding it hard to use my voice.

"I'm so glad you're awake, I was starting to get worried bugaboo." She puts a strand of hair behind my ear. She only does this when she's really sad or trying to comfort me.

"Ms. Bellefleur, can you tell me your name?" The man in the white coat walks over to me with his wand in his hands.

"Nova. Nova bellefleur." I say, as he runs a diagnostic with his wand.

"Do you know where you are?" He asks, walking over to my hands, loosening the restraints on both of my wrists.

"No."

"You're at St Mungo's Hospital." He looks up to me, I look over to Delilah, a worrisome expression written all over her face, I look back to the man to see him with gauze in his hand.

"What's going on? Why am I here?' I look over to Delilah this time, "And why are you here, you're not supposed to be here until July 1st?"

"Nova... It's the 3rd." Delilah looks down at her hands, a tear falling down her cheek.

"Of what.. July?" I ask, my voice filling with concern.

"... August."

No that can't be...

I've been here for a month? The last thing I remember was going with Harry and everyone else to the ministry of magic. The mission was supposed to be easy, get in, get out. I remember fighting someone, a death eater. The pain I remember as well, the crucial pain that would not stop. After that I don't remember anything else. I missed school, school is over.

My heart starts to beat faster thinking about that night. Thinking about the pain, the never ending pain. Why did nobody come and save me? I screamed for someone. Anything but no aid came to me, was I really that disposable?

"My book. Where's my book." A tear falls down my cheek, I look away not wanting them to see my cry. I need to process all of this, take in all of this.

Delilah shuffles around and puts my mothers book next to me without a word. I know this is tough for her but right now I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what to think.