Chapter 3 (1-1)

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"𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆?"

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After some time in the cemetery, you didn't realize how much time had flown by until Hagrid came to tell you that you were supposed to be home by six o'clock and it is already quarter to six. You immediately bid your family farewell and went along with Hagrid back to Hogwarts.

On the way there - you didn't say anything - the typical quiet you. Hagrid thinks otherwise, yes, you are quiet and not socially interactive with others and sometimes your own family, but some part of him says that you are overthinking again. This is what he dislikes about you. You always overthink to the point that you could not sleep at night. And the worst part of it all, he assumes that you are overthinking about that horrid nightmare of yours again.

The day after you returned home from meeting Harry, while Hagrid was checking up on you by the orders of your grandfather, midway through the halls to your room, he heard your eerie scream of anguish that echoed in every corner of the corridors. He ran faster and faster until your cry faded till it was not heard. The only thing Hagrid can hear is his loud heavy footsteps along with a few more that he assumes the staff that also heard the chaotic distress.

He flung the door open to see your unconscious form on the ground - hair dishevelled - sweats prickling down your forehead - the bed coverings beside you on the ground. Hagrid promptly went down on his knees on your side, carrying you and plopping you on your bed and calling out to Dumbledore.

After three calls for help, a flock of the professors came through your brown wood door, almost breaking because of the impact that was presented upon the door. "What is happening- Y/N! Call Madam Pomfrey-'' your grandfather's command was discontinued. "No need, move away, please! This is a matter for me!" Madam Pomfrey pushed over the crowd and went to sit down on your bed, setting her palm on your forehead - carefully listening to your soft breathing. "She is paralysed, but not to worry. I know a spell that could help her."

"Will she be alright?"

"Certainly, Professor McGonagall."

A sigh of relief escapes everyone's mouth - thanking every founder of Hogwarts that you will be fine. Madam Pomfrey drew her wand and pointed the want to your head and spoke out; "Reparifors" a bright purple light shot from her wand through your head. Just like that, your face becomes more relaxed and your breathing is more stable than earlier.

Madam Pomfrey got up from your bed, gazing at you warmingly before veering around to the professors that are somewhat relaxed now. "She is fine but she needs a lot of rest. I anticipate her sleeping until afternoon." Then her seemingly calm face churned up into an expression of worry. This did not go unnoticed by the others. "Yeh said she will be alrigh', righ'?"

"No, she will be, certainly... Although I just find it strange that her nightmare is bad enough to cause her to become paralysed."

"What are you inferring?"

"Well... I am possibly guessing that this is not her first time having this nightmare of hers. One nightmare is not strong enough to cause all of this."

Silence...

Silence filled the whole room as all of them looked at your sleeping form fearful. Madam Pomfrey shooed all of the professors and Hagrid away as they could disturb your rest. Although she had to stay beside you in case that it will happen again.

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