The Boy And The Cabin In The Woods

Chapter 1: The Hospital Wing

*Attention to any readers that are that bored out of their mind or just plain insane to read this: author notes are in bold, thoughts are in italics, feel free to criticize my work idc, tbh this is my first story ever so yeah, I'm not the greatest or even good. This is a safe space, so even though I allow criticism to my story, I don't allow it towards others. Also if I forget to put a TW for something, please tell me and I'll fix it. Enjoy! Also this will be in the Marauders Era.*
**TW: vomit**

"Help! Someone please! Help me! I'm dying!" Ew why does my voice sound all raspy and scratchy like that?

"Oh shut up, will you." A light, airy voice says.

"No! You're killing me! I hope my death is on your conscious (I think that's how you spell it) for all eternity!"

"Your death won't be on my conscious, don't worry."

I gasp, which then makes me cough, which hurts like fire may I add, and put my hand over my heart, "You wound me darling, how dare you! Ya know what? At my funeral, which you are the cause of by the way,I don't want anyone to cry for me, and if someone does, I want them to be kicked out. Also! I want you to bring food, but only strawberries. Nothing else. Just. Strawberries. (Can you tell I'm obsessed with strawberries? LOL) Oh oh oh! And! The only music I want playing is (obviously) FOB. Got it?" Ow why does my throat hurt like this?

"Your throat hurts because you are SICK, not DYING, and you just went on a whole rant." The light voice, aka the greatest person on the planet, aka my platonic soulmate, aka the one and only Melody Wallstrung tells me. Which makes realize that I voiced my thoughts out loud, AGAIN.

"Ohh, heh you're right, I am sick." Why does my stomach feel weird?...Ohh nevermind, I know why. "Ughh I'm gonna puke!"

"Oh no you don't dear, you will not be puking on my floors. Here take this Ms. Wallstrung." Madame Pomfrey handed Melody a bucket and scurried off to who knows where.

Everything hurts. I'm dying. I'm never gonna graduate Hogwarts. I'm never gonna ride a Thestral. I'm never gonna be the greatest uncle to Melody and Snape's spawns. I'm-

My thought process is interrupted by Melody snorting, which for some unknown reason, is still as heavenly as her voice. "Spawns? Really?" She could barely get the second word out before she busted out laughing, clutching her stomach, falling off her chair, tears rolling down her cheeks, that sorta thing. It took me a moment to realize that, yet AGAIN, I spoke my thoughts aloud. I really need to stop doing that...

"Oh honey, only you would call kids spawns." Another burst of laughter. "But ignoring that..." Her laughter slowly stopped, which sucks because I love it when she laughs, she's my little ray of sunshine. But I have to be careful not to tell her that, I can still feel the pain on the back of my head where she hit me when I did just that four years ago in our second year. "One, don't say things like that. You will do all of those things, you hear me, you are just sick, your aren't dying, so stop being your dramatic self and act rationally. Two,-"

"OW!" I'm now rubbing my arm where she pinched me.

"-don't you EVER talk about my crush on Severus out loud in public!" She whisper hisses to me.

I laughed. I was full body laughing, forgetting about the fact that I'm sick, until....

I puked. Right on my little ray of sunshine's lap.

"Ughh... Oh Merlin, I'm so so sorry Mel! I- I really didn't mean to, I swear! Here let me clean you up!" I hastily grab my wand from the beside table in the hospital wing, knowing that even though I'm stronger in wandless magic than anything, I'm way too sick to perform any, and then drop it and watch it roll under my bed. "Crap! I really am sor-"

"Tobias!" I freeze. She chuckles. "It's ok! Really!"

"Really?" I ask hesitantly, even though I knew she would say that. She barely ever gets mad at me, I'm too awesome for her to, but that doesn't stop the fact that I feel terrible for doing what I did.

"Yes! I can clean it up in a jiffy. See?" And I do see. She takes her wand out of her robe pockets, points it to her lap, mumbles a spell under her breathe, and the vomit disappears. Then she does the same for my face. When I look back up at her, a little red and embarrassed still, I find her smiling fondly at me and shaking her head. "You really don't have to apologize for being sick. It happens."

Merlin I love her, she's like a sister to me. No scratch that. She IS my sister. I don't know what I'd do without her. To be completely honest, I would be dead without her, and I'm not being dramatic this time. This time, I voluntarily voice my thoughts to her.

She smiles wider than I've ever seen her smile, "And your my brother Inkwing. I love you too. Now rest, you need sleep. While you are, I'm going to go to our classes and pick up our homework and explain your situation. Ok? I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise." She kisses my forehead and goes to get up.

"Wait! Just- just wait, please? Wait til I fall asleep? Please?" I know I sound pathetic and needy and fearful and if it was anyone else, I would have just kept that to myself, but this isn't just anyone else, this is my sister.

"Of course hun. Now sleep."

And after that reassurance, I fall into a deep, black abyss.