The 7th Generation

Chapter 8

I blinked the light out of my eyes and stared up at the roof of the hospital wing. It was really dark, so I guessed it was after hours. I tried lifting up my hand to rub my eyes, but I couldn't. My entire arm felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. My head was also throbbing. I looked to the left and saw some people on the other hospital beds. I slowly turned my head to the right and saw someone sitting on a chair next to me. In the dark, I couldn't tell who it was. I could see the silhouette of the person, so I could tell it was a guy. Outside the window above my head, the clouds shifted and the moonlight shined into the hospital wing. I could clearly see who was sitting there.

It was George.

He was fast asleep, his right arm stretching lazily in front of him. I looked at his arm to find out that he was holding my hand. My arm was numb, so I couldn't feel it, but there was nothing wrong with my eyesight. It was just a little blurry. But, I could clearly see that George was holding my hand. How long has he been holding my hand? How long have I been here?

Then, the events played out. We were in the hidden hallway. I had another damn vision. I fainted. Then, a question popped into my head. Bellatrix said that I am the 7th generation. That must mean something important because Bellatrix talked to Voldemort about it.

I heard a quiet groan and I looked up. I moved my head too fast, so it began pounding again. Now, it was my turn to groan. I heard a low whisper.

"Midnight?"

I made a small sound because my head was hurting too badly. My eyes were shut tight from pain, but I felt a hand run over my hair. I heard the whisper again. "I'll get Madam Pomfrey." The hand left my hair and I heard a small squeak of a chair scraping the ground and then fading footsteps. The pain in my head was slowly residing. I lay back again. A minute later, Madam Pomfrey came to my bed and placed her hand on my forehead.

"Your temperature is fine. I'm not sure why you're in this state of pain. What happened before you passed out?"

Damn it. "I was. I was trying to get to the Common Room, but I think I must've hit something."

"Ok Davis. I will keep you here until morning. We will go from there. Let me get a painkilling potion." With that, Madam Pomfrey went back into her little living space to get the potion. I went back to admiring the ceiling. I was confused.

What is a seventh generation?

Why was George holding my hand?

Am I in danger for being a 7th generation?

Why am I in so much pain?

Madam Pomfrey came back with a chalice. She placed it on the small table next to my bed and told me to slowly sit up and drink it. Then, she bustled off to go back to sleep. I placed my body weight on my left arm, which for some reason wasn't numb, and slowly lifting myself into a sitting position. I grabbed the potion and gulped it down.

I immediately felt sleepy. I lay back down on the hospital bed. The last thing I saw before falling asleep was George's red hair and his blue eyes.

But, two questions lingered in my mind.

Why was George holding my hand?

What is a 7th generation?

I had thousands of questions and zero answers. I decided to let it all go and drift into the unknown of sleep.