The Chaser: a Marauder's Era Jily Fanfic

Chapter Twelve

"Tell us what happened to her!" a stern voice demanded. It was muffled by my fuzzy head, and I longed to have sleep overcome me again.

"It's...We don't know ourselves," another voice lied, unconvincingly. The voices became clearer, and I nearly snorted with laughter as I recognised the first voice to be Marlene's. She would see right through that.

"That's not true!" A slightly higher voice said with a hint of indigence. It was gentler than Marlene's.

"James came back with blood all over himself!"

"She could've died according to Madam Pomfery!" It took me slightly longer than it should have to figure out the 'she' they were talking about was me. The memories of last night seemed surreal. Had it even been last night? It seemed forever ago. I gave up on sleep as the voices grew louder, their sources reaching my bed. I opened my eyes slowly. The light from overhead blinded my eyes with its sharp contrast to the dark, inside of my eyelids. I saw Marlene and Mary huddled over my bed as my eyes adjusted.

"She's awake!" Marlene exclaimed. "Are you okay?" She asked me, worriedly. There was a scuffle of shoes, and Remus, Sirius, Peter, and, of course, James came into view. I nodded, and clumsily sat up, knocking over a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans from my nightstand. Marlene took this as a cue to open them and try a yellow-ish cream coloured one. She took a toothful, and immediately screwed up her face in revolution.

"Eww..." she groaned. "Spoilt milk!" Being the nice friends that we are, we laughed, and she mock glared back.

"How long have I been here?" I asked, judging by the setting sun outside, it had been at least twenty hours.

"This is the second day! We were so worries! Anyway, what happened?" Mary asked gently, worried. I hesitated.

"Okay, visiting time is over!" Madam Pomfrey bustled over, sparing me from answering. "Miss Evans needs rest, and she can't get that with all of you interrogating her!" Madam Pomfrey was very protective of her patients. My friends traipsed out, giving her reproachful looks. She came over to me.

"You have a slight concussion. It's not too bad. Now that you're awake, I feel comfortable fully repairing the cut on your head. You also had a sprained ankle, which isn't surprising, but I've already mended it," she said this very fast, and it was hard for me to keep up. She resumed speaking, with an air telling me this was what she wanted to say all along. "I'm not sure if you guessed who it was--" she paused for me to give affirmative.

"Yes!" I gasped, angry with myself for not even seeing how Remus was doing. "How is Remus?"

"He's fine. Well, probably scared," she paused before clarifying," Miss Evans, I'm going to have to insist you tell no one that Mr Lupin is a werewolf."

"What? Yeah, of course, that's his secret to tell!" I responded, taken aback.

"Alright, good," she said. "I'm glad you have that opinion. Too few people do. Here," she held out a goblet of potion, "This will help for the after effects of the concussion." I drank the potion, which tasted bitter and had a odd aftertaste, and Madam Pomfrey muttered spells under her breath, and soon, skin covered the part of my head where the long cut had been.

"Thank you," I told her, handing back the now empty goblet.

"Of course, Miss Evans. I think you should be able to leave here before dinner tomorrow, if all goes well."

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Hey!

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, and now that I do, it's so short! I'll try to more frequently, but I'm current writing the script for a film my friends and I are going to do this summer, so my writing time has been consumed by that! I'll try to split it more evenly in the future!

Thanks for reading!

-Ginny