Mistress Of Magic

20 ~

It was now Halloween. The last few months had been a little busy, but I had managed to get a schedule down pretty quickly. It helped that I had the time charms on my trunk, this meant I had more time to study if I was given extra homework as well as being able to get enough sleep on the days that Flint and Higgs trained me too hard. We had kept it a secret that I was to be the new seeker next year, if anyone asked I would tell them I was helping them study for potions. 

This wasn't a complete lie since I was at the top of the class and had even taken to doing advanced potions during class. Flint and Higgs' grades had improved so much that Higgs was asked if he wanted to graduate early. He declined since there was a big game at the end of the year that he wanted to do.

We had just finished our last lesson for the day and Draco and I were on our way to the great hall for the Halloween feast when I stop. "I'll meet you there, take Astara with you" he gives me a questioning look but surprisingly doesn't say anything. ~my hatchling, go with him. I'll see you later. If I don't come to the hall before dinner is over either go to the dorm room or go to Bipsy~

~Very well, mistress~ Draco and her leave for the great hall and I watch them go for a moment before going to the girls' room. Now all I have to do is wait for the troll. I kind of wished I didn't have to miss Professor Quirrell's fake fainting in front of the entire school. Luckily no one was in the restroom. I decide to redo my hair while I waited.

The moment the last pin was back in place a horrible stench filled the room. I smelt like mould and boiled cabbage. I had to fight back a small gag since bonding with Astara my senses had increased. More specifically I could now 'smell' through taste, much like a snake could taste chemicals in the air. Making the smell of the troll all the more horrific.

I had to make sure the troll roughed me up a little since I couldn't come away from this without a scratch. That would look a little too suspicious if I didn't. After all, I had shown I was good with potions but I chose not to show how good I was with magic, instead I opted to 'struggle' and get it right after half the class did.

I step back from the sink and freeze when I see the troll in the doorway. I keep still as much as I can while I slide my wand from my thigh. Before I could cash a spell the troll swings his club, smashing the wooden bathroom stools before it slams into my abdomen I both feel and hear multiple cracks from my rib cage. I wasn't able to bite back the scream of pain.

I take a deep breath to fight through the pain but only succeed in making my pain worse. I manage to dive out of the way of another direct hit only for a shard of porcelain from the sink to slice through the skin of my arm making an almost perfect diagonal cut from my wrist to my inner elbow. I manage to grab my wand "Wingardium Leviosa" I aim at the club before he can bring it down again.

The club levitates over the top of his head and he looks up in confusion. I hear the door open and look over to see the professors in the doorway. I lower my wand, ending the spell causing the club to drop on the troll's head effectively knocking it out. I hold on to what was left of the sinks, suddenly feeling dizzy. I look down at my arm a swear when I see how much blood I lost. The shard must have just nicked the vein. "What an earth were you thinking?!"

Minnie shouts finally getting out of her shock. "I was just going to the bathroom when it came in. Why was there a troll in the school? Aren't they too dumb to break in?" I manage to get out through my pain-filled breaths. I wince when I breathe in a little too deeply and Snape seems to notice I'm in pain.

"Can you walk?" He walks over and kneels down in front of me, looking at my arm. I was surprised by his actions, as was everybody else. "I don't think so. I broke some ribs as well" Just as I finish talking I end up in a coughing fit. I groan when I feel a wetness on my hand. Pulling it away I hear Minnie rush forward when she sees my now crimson palm.

"We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey now!" Snape stands and in one fluid movement scopes me up into his arms, I cry out in pain when he jostles my ribs and he sends me an apologetic look. I end up resting my head on his shoulder as my vision starts to blur.

When I wake I look around to find myself in the infirmary. I feel a weight on my chest and go to move it only to find a weight on my hand too. I look down and find Draco sat on a chair next to me with his head on my hand fast asleep. I fight the need to coo at how adorable he looks. It's times like these that I remember I am technically older than him.

The weight on my chest was a combination of bandages and Astara who was half curled on me. I was also shocked to find Bipsy and Chip both asleep cuddled together at the foot of the bed. I move slightly to get comfortable and to wake them all gently.

"Five more minutes Mumma." I couldn't help but giggle at the words that slipped from Draco as he attempts to burrow his face into the bed. Hearing me he leaps up and blushes scarlet. "Morning, sleeping beauty." I couldn't help but tease him. I stop laughing when my still healing ribs groan in protest.

"Are you okay? I can't believe you fought a troll and won." Draco moves from his seat and sits on the edge of the bed next to me instead. "I'm fine, I'm still healing. And I only knocked it out."

I manage to sit up against the pillows and scoot over enough for Draco to sit next to me. Both petting the now awake Astara. I end up explaining everything to him and he tells me what happened on his part. Pomfrey comes in just in time to watch Draco's impression of Professor Quirrell passing out. Going as far as fake passing out as well.