Before The Past

Ch. 48

I walked into the three broomsticks, hiding the jewelry case under my coat. I looked around to make sure that no one was following or watching me. Once the coast was clear I walked into the bathroom and placed the necklace down in the corner. It was covered in an old rag, as to not attract the attention of just anyone. After that I sat in one of the stalls, waiting for someone to take it. 

After about five minutes another girl came in. I peered through the cracks of the stall and watched as she hesitantly closed the door. She looked around, before walking straight towards the necklace. Once she did so, she picked it up, hid it under her coat and walked out. I gave out a huge sigh of relief and waited for a little while longer to walk out. 

When I got out I noticed that Draco and Pansy were sitting at one of the tables, which had three butterbeers on it. 

"Pansy I didn't know you were going to come in here." I said as I sat down next to them. 

"Well I wasn't, but I noticed Draco in here and thought I'd join you guys." Pansy smiled, scooting ever so slightly closer to Draco. 

"I see, who's the third butterbeer for?" I questioned not wanting to assume it was for me. 

"Oh for you of course. Draco said you were just using the loo, so we got you one too." Pansy answered. 

I smiled and nodded, looking over at Draco who looked rather stressed out. 

Thankfully it seemed that Pansy wasn't onto us and simply thought we were out for fun. Part of me envied her obliviousness, while the other part of me wanted to tell her desperately. We've grown rather close and having a girl to talk to about something like this would mean a lot. Unfortunately though, I didn't dare say anything. I didn't know what she knew, and I wasn't going to find out anytime soon. 

After we finished our butterbeers, we all walked out of The Three Broomsticks and went back to the castle. When we got inside there was an odd atmosphere around the halls. Everyone was more quiet, whispering amongst themselves. Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyal all walked up to us. 

"Did you hear what happened?" Blaise asked. 

"No, is something wrong?" I asked. 

"Some Gryffindor was cursed." Blaise answered. 

"Yeah a few girls said they saw her floating and then bam! She hit the floor." Crabbe smiled. 

"Crabbe!" Pansy hit his arm in protest. 

"Well who was it?" I questioned. 

"Dunno. Never got a name." Blaise shrugged. 

"Probably just in a fight with someone." Draco said, shrugging it off. 

Pansy and I looked at each other with concerned looks on our faces. She had absolutely no idea and genuinely cared about the situation. I on the other hand knew exactly what happened, and deep down I was panicking. What if we get caught? What if the girl remembers who cursed her? Will they be onto us? 

In all truth, I didn't actually expect the plan to backfire. Looking back on that, I realize just how naïve of a thought it was. Now that it did, I was a little more nervous about everything. Were we actually going to pull this off? What if we weren't able to? 

The what if stuck in my head far longer than I wanted it to. No matter what I did to forget it, it wouldn't leave. It would stick and become worse the minute I indulged. Every possible outcome, all of which were negative came to mind. We could be sent to the dungeons, tortured, possibly even killed. If we didn't kill Dumbledore, the Dark Lord might kill us. 

I was told that during the first war he was rather cautious about what he did. The second time around though, he didn't care. You were given one chance and one chance only. There was no begging for forgiveness, or even being given the chance to explain yourself. It was one and done.