The world we change (a Harry Potter fanfic)

4

I would suggest going back and rereading last chapter cause I did just cut out something but if your lazy like me and choose not to do that basically I erased Fred from the chapter cause I realized he'd be dead by then.

Narcissa

"Ok is it just me or did she like jump away from you?" Andromeda says once they're out of sight. "And is it just me or did she like flinch at Bella's laugh?" Barty adds and for once I feel like I missed something. "She didn't flinch at Bella's laugh." At least I don't think she did.

"Well not necessarily flinch, but she stiffened." Andromeda added coming around the couch to sit on one of the arm rests. "And her eye twitched at Dolohov's name." I see Draco recoil. "What?" I ask him as he too was affected by the name. "Look don't think much into it Dolohov wasn't exactly a great person to remember." He shudders. "and as for you two," he takes a long breath.

"let's just say that granger didn't jhave the best relationship with the blacks and Malfoy's...."

Regulus

"Lay him down on the bed, please?" She says walking into the dorm ahead of us. The room is a single with a bed slightly bigger then the ones you would find in the communal dorms. He set him down on the bed and the girl helps move him into a comfortable position. "How does that feel?" She asks adjusting the pillows. "Like your my saving grace." He flashes her a cheesy smile. She snorts. "Well it wasn't gonna be Parkinson."

The dynamic between the two is amusing, but also a bit confusing. It's not unheard of for a Slytherin and a gryffindor to be friends but it's very rare and they don't even seem to be friends, more like friendly. I find myself once again watching the girl trying to understand her. "You just came from a war right?" I ask and her eyes snap towards mine holding a bit of surprise. "Oh, urhm yes, yes I did."

"Then shouldn't you be the one getting healed?" Lucius says adding onto my train of thought. She once again snorts. "I should be but Dumbledore decided the mediwitch had just 'had too much stress for tonight' and told me to care for all the wounded and that I was to take care of the infirmary tonight." She says it bitterly and I can't help but agree.

The girl just came from a war, and from the way she almost collapsed downstairs, she is clearly both wounded and probably malnourished. I take a moment to study her as she tends to Nott.

I now see that is a bit too skinny then she should be, pale and not in a good way, dark circles under her eyes indicating she hasn't slept much, she's covered in various scratches and bruises, her clothes are worn and ripped in many places, with blood in many spots. Another detail I notice is a wrapping on her forearm that seems drenched in blood.

I exchanged a look with Lucius and see that he too seems to be thinking the same as I. How could Dumbledore make her work like this? If it had been a Slytherin I would have just thought he was trying to kill them but a gryffindor? Who are you little Lion? And what have you done to loose favor?

"You ready Nott?" She asks having forgotten the conversation and returned to her patient-that-shouldn't-be-her-patient. "Ready as I'll ever be." He says his eyes staring up at the ceiling his face showing clear discomfort. "Alright I'm going to petrify you then give you the skelligrow their shouldn't be any problems once you wake up but I'll leave you with a pain relief and blood replenishing potion alright?" He nods. "Alright, close your eyes." She says this time very softly.

He does as he's told and I notice now that he's gripping her hand with a death grip, to her credit she doesn't even wince. "Petrifias Totalis" she mutters, briefly closing her eyes. He completely relaxes going limp on the bed. "Could one of you hold his mouth open?" She asks quietly. Before Lucius could respond I step forward and kneel on the other side of the bed using my hand to hold his jaw so that his mouth remains open.