Wander || The Order of the Phoenix || DISCONTINUED

Chapter 24 - Murderer

A spooky silence hung over the room as Elizabeth and the others looked down upon the daunting, lifeless girl.

She was dead.

Parkinson was dead.

But that wasn't what worried her the most, no matter how selfish it sounded. There was missing time from her memory, and Parkinson had died during that time. Deep inside her, she couldn't help but wonder if...

If she had killed her.

"She can't be dead." Elizabeth looked at the girl, her mouth hung slightly open in shock. She turned to Draco, who stood beside her with a face of seriousness. "Draco, do you think that I...?"

"No." He shook his head firmly. "No, you didn't do this. You couldn't have."

"Yes, she could have." Davis spoke up, an angry rage sparking from her voice. "You're the one that hated her the most. You stole her boyfriend, everyone knows that. Who else would be so heartless to take her life away? You're a filthy, half-blood murderer, that's what you are. And now, everyone will know that."

With a last glare of hatred, Davis marched out of the room, most likely running to tell the rest of the school. Along with every step Davis took, Elizabeth's heart dropped and dropped. Still, she couldn't do anything but agree with Davis.

Elizabeth probably did kill Parkinson, she just wished she knew if she had.

"I need to remember." She said, not directing it to anyone. "I need to know what happened earlier today."

"You will. We'll make sure you remember, and I'm sure when we do, you'll realise that this wasn't you." Draco told her, squeezing her shoulder lightly.

She pushed away from him, dawdling over to her bed and dumping her body onto the edge of its base. What was she going to do? Everyone was going to blame her, but maybe they were right to. The only way she could prove them wrong was getting her memory back, but that was only if she hadn't killed Parkinson. She couldn't even have faith in restoring her memory.

Something caught her eye. Something glimmered next to Parkinson's haunting body. Elizabeth stood up and moved closer to her, trying to get a glimpse at the shining object. Then she saw it, and it seemed to confirm her worries.

Elizabeth's wand was lying next to Parkinson's body.

A small exasperated but quiet gasp slipped through her lips as her eyes laid upon it. She leaned down slowly and picked it up to inspect it. The wand was definitely hers; Blackthorn 10" Phoenix feather.

"There she is!" Davis' voice echoed through the room. "Look what Potter did to Pansy!"

Elizabeth looked up towards her voice to see a group of Slytherin students standing before her, each with a look of shock and disgust. It hurt her to see that, even though she never thought it would.

Without a hesitation, Elizabeth sprang to her feet and pushed past the crowd with her wand held tightly in her hand, listening to them heckle her and call every name imaginable as she did.

She fled, turning from her dorm to leave the school. News hadn't spread to the rest of the school yet, she knew that because she wasn't being heckled by the other students. As she ran through the school a few people tried to stop her, but she kept going. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione walked past but she rushed off, and she knew they were hot on her heals like predators chasing their prey, scrounging for information.

"Stop running!" One of them called out to her, but she was too focused on running she didn't know who.

The next thing she felt was her body tightening as she fell to the ground face first, hitting her head against the ground in a rush of soreness. One of them had cast a spell on her, trying to stop her from going any further, but they hadn't meant to hurt her. As she hit the floor she crawled along it, not wanting to spend any time with any of them. But she knew there was no point, they had her where they wanted her. She gave up and turned her head to face the incoming crowd her friends had unknowingly gathered.