his chosen one | harry james potter

Sectumsempra

TW: injury detail

florence pov

Ginny, Hermione, Harry and I were all sat round Ron in the hospital wing.

Thank merlin Harry was there, and that he listens in Herbology. Ron really could've died from that poisoned wine.

Talking of Harry, I had a proper panic when he brought up Greyback yesterday. I'm just not ready to talk about it yet and when he keeps bringing it up, I snap.

My nightmares of that night got worse after the Burrow. Sometimes they're so vivid that I have to remind myself that I'm actually in a safe place now.

I just want to try and enjoy the time I have left until my father rises into power again and everything changes.

I don't want everyone to think I'm fragile just because I got attacked.

Because I'm fine.

Really.

I'm fine.

We all watched Ron lying in the hospital bed. He looked awful.

McGonagall, Snape, Slughorn and Dumbledore all walked through the doors and entered the hospital wing.

"Quick thinking on your part Harry, using a bezoar." Dumbledore complimented. "You must be very proud of your student, Horace."

"What- oh yes. Yes, very proud." Slughorn said quietly.

"I think we agree, Potter's actions were heroic. The question is, why were they neccesssry?" McGonagall asked.

We all turned to Professor Slughorn. He raised a bottle in the air. It had been wrapped in brown paper with a neat red bow on top.

"This appears to be a gift, Horace." Dumbledore started as he looked over the bottle. "You don't remember who gave you this bottle? Which, by the way, possesses remarkably subtle hints of liquorice and cherry, when not polluted with poison."

"Actually, I had intended to give it as a gift myself."

"To whom, I might ask?"

"To you, headmaster."

Dumbledore looked slightly taken aback and worried.

I would be too.

If I'm correct, then this is the second time someone has tried to give Dumbledore a gift that would kill him, and no one seems to remember how they got it.

"Where is he?!" Lavender asked frantically as she pushed past the professors and into the hospital wing. "Where's my won-won? Has he been asking for me?" Her expression turned sour as her eyes landed on Hermione, who was sitting close next to Ron. "What's she doing here?"

"I might ask you the same question." Hermione snapped.

"I happen to be his girlfriend."

"And I happen to be his...........friend."

Ginny and I exchanged glances. Everyone knows they're not dating, but they're so much more than friends.

"Don't make me laugh. You haven't spoken in weeks. I suppose you want to make up with him now that he's suddenly all interesting."

"He's been poisoned, you daft dimbo! And for the record, I've always found him interesting."

Ron gasped lightly and moved over.

"Ah, see? He senses my presence." Lavender rushed to his side and forced his hand into her own. "Don't worry, won-won. I'm here."

Ron mumbled something.