Misplaced (slow updates)

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"Please Neville, you know why I'm doing this!" I pleaded with the brunette.

Shaking his head, Neville gives me a sorrowful look, "No, Harry, if I help you'll blame me when she doesn't wake up" he mumbled.

"She will wake up!" I protested, denial wracking my brain.

"It's been two weeks, you know even if she gets the cure now she will die from it" I shake my head as he nods, "Harry," Neville places his hand on my shoulder, "it's better to have her breathing,"

I storm away, fighting with Neville is not a good idea, I would just ruin my friendship with him like I managed to with Mia. I just wanted her back, happy and well, I needed her, I haven't been thinking clearly since the burrow. Every time I close my eyes I see her in my arms rocking back and forth repeating 'I'm sorry' over and over again, what was she sorry for, she was tortured, she couldn't give Bellatrix or Voldemort any information even if she wanted to, she hadn't been around me since the first night of the year.

Holy shit.

Maybe that is why she hasn't been speaking to Ron, Hermione, or myself, Voldemort, he must've been threatening her, or her mother, or even her father. How did I not see it before? Her staying away was her way of protecting us, only leading her to where she is now, laying in bed like a corpse.

I have to fix this. I wasn't in denial, I was just hopeful, I know this is going to work, I spin back to Neville in the common room, leaning over the table, staring at the boy, "Neville," I start, the nervous boy gulps, "help, I won't blame you if it goes wrong, because it wont, I know it, if you want to watch her lay in bed sedated for the few years she has left, fine, but if you want to get her back to who she was, help me, please" I try once more, this was a long shot, but it worked for Hermione, why not try Neville.

Neville walked away, hunched over himself, walking up to his dorm. I breathe a sigh of regret, he wont help.

It was getting late, as I walked down to diner, my head hung low, finally accepting that there was nothing more I could do but wait.

'Sectrumsempra - For Enemies' the scribbles of my potions book gave me a distraction from my glum mood.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, "Harry," I look up at her, seeing her eyes flicker from me to someone down the aisle of the great hall, "that's Katie," I look down the aisle finding the girl, "Katie bell" Hermione continues to whisper.

I stand from my seat, grabbing my potions book and striding up to the girl who was cursed, "Katie," I capture her attention, "how are you?" I question, delaying my further questions.

"I know you're going to ask, Harry," Katie shakes her head, "but I don't know who cursed me, I've been trying to remember, honestly, but...I just can't-" she trails off her eyes moving to something behind me.

I follow her line of sight, straight to Draco Malfoy. I knew it. The second the boy saw Katie, he was taken aback, trembling to his core, his expression shaken as he back out of the hall he just entered, loosening his tie from under his vest.

"Katie?" Leanne pulled the girl away from me, but it didn't matter because I was now chasing after the white-haired assassin.

Pushing past students who got in my way, I half ran after Malfoy, all the way to the seventh floor bathroom. Draco enters before me, as I rush to get into the bathroom to confront him, I find him staring down at the sink, hunched over sobbing. What did he have to cry about?

"I know what you did, Malfoy!" I sneer, Draco finding my figure in the reflection of the mirror he was crying in front of. "You hexed her, didn't you?" I step closer slowly.