Forbidden {Book 2}

Chapter 4

You don't have to watch the video, just listen to it.

"Anxiety?" Harry yelled barging into the hospital wing.

"Ugh, not so loud! My head feels like it's on a hangover," I wined.

"You've been on a hangover before?" Ron chuckled sitting on the chair next to my bed and putting his feet on my bed.

"I haven't," I grumbled pulling my feet up so Harry and Hermione could sit on either side of the bed. "I have read books and watched movies that do have it though."

"They show that stuff in movie?" Rom asked curiously.

"Ron, they'll show anything in a movie."

His eyes widened. "Anything?"

"Yes," I groaned, pressing my fingers to my temples.

"Wicked," he chuckled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I can not believe you just told him that."

"He asked questions and I answered," I said.

"What made you anxiety take over?" Harry asked, changing the subject.

"Ugh..." Memories of last night flashed through my head. "I read some of the things Aurors have been through and I passed out."

"If you're not capable of reading a book about Aurors without your anxiety taking over, how come you want to be one?" Hermione asked me.

"Ugh... that's- thats a good question," I chuckled, scratching the back of my head.

"So your still going to be Auror?" Ron asked.

"Yes."

They all looked at me like wtf is wrong with you.

"Hermione, Ron, can you two leave Bella and I alone, please?" Harry asked.

Shit, he's going to want to question me further with this.

The two of them nodded saying 'yeah sure' leaving me alone with Harry.

He studied me carefully before saying, "I'm sorry, but I don't want you to be co-captain with me."

My mouth dropped and my eyes widened.

"What!"

"And I don't even want you to tryout. I don't want you on the Quidditch team while you are in this state."

"WHAT!"

I can imagine my self right now from the chair where Ron was. Harry and I look like Japanese cartoons, but a red distressed line appears above my head right before my head grows an bites off Harry's. What an imagination, I have.

"I'm sorry but I think it's for the best-"

"Harry, I haven't had anxiety since I was 13!" I argued. "It's just going to go away again! It has to."

"How did it stop?"

"I don't know. I had a really bad attack one day, so bad I... But once I was okay again, I was okay and had no anxiety-"

"What happened to you?" He asked me sternly.

I breathed as steadily as I could. "I died."

His eyes widened. "You what?!"

"My breathing and heart rate just stopped and I died. I was in a muggle hospital for about a week."

"What happened to make that happen to you?" Harry asked me.