One Body...Two lives...A Harry Potter Romance/Mystery

Chapter 33

Recap:

"If that is the case, I was going to go easy on your forgetfulness...I guess it would be easier for you to remember who your lady is, but I am your lord!" He roared this last part, standing by my side in the blink of an eye.

Scared, I couldn't help but flinch away in the chair

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"Ah!" I hissed, finding myself sitting stark straight in the infirmary bed. The sheets pooled around my legs allowing the cool air from the room to nip at my arms; but soon ended at my wrist.

Sucking in the air between my gritted teeth and holding my breath momentarily-I tended to respond in that manner when I was trying to hold in and ignore pain-and reached my hand out to my right hand. I hissed again, letting out the air I had been holding in. I hovered my hand above the bracelet upon my wrist, feeling the heat radiating off of it as the metal upon my wrist continued to burn directly into my skin for a few more seconds before suddenly dying off.

It was just a dream! Just a dream...but, then why does it hurt where he touched me?

Finally tempting to touch the bracelet again, I pushed the bracelet up my wrist and gasped. The bracelet had burned throughout, but the only marks left behind were in the form of 5 lines...almost like fingerprints.

I'm just...I'm going crazy that's all. I shook my thoughts away and decided to clear my mind of the craziness.

I looked down at the sheets through my fingers and, finally noticing the lightness bouncing off the sheets, that it must be morning.

"Oh thank goodness, you're finally up!" A woman's voice piped up form above me, causing me to jump from unexpected fright.

Looking up bewildered I came face-to-face with an older woman dressed in white. She must be the school nurse.

"How are you feeling?" She asked, immediately reaching one hand to my wrist and another to my forehead. Still a bit startled I just sat there as she took my pulse, checked my temperature, and then started turning my head side-to-side as she her face proximity kept getting closer and closer to mine.

"Everything looks to be in tip-top shape so far." She finally muttered to herself, finally letting me go. I couldn't help but turn my head side-to-side, making sure she didn't leave a crick in my neck.

"Now, just drink this." She ordered, shoving a cup of you-don't-what in my face from out of nowhere.

Grabbing it timidly, I took a sip and immediately began to gag. Pinching my nose, I tilted my head back and, jaw wide, just poured it down my throat hoping to avoid the flavor touching my tongue.

"Bleh" I finished, handing her back the cup unhappily. Cringing from the bile I just drank I wiped my mouth off the side of my sleeve and looked away.

"Harry" I whispered, staring wide-eyed at the black haired body lying on the bed next to mine. His head was turned, but from the little I could tell his clothes were awfully wrinkled, possible circles under his eyes, and a small shadow prickling to the surface.

Madame Pomfrey clicked her tongue a few times in way that sounded sad and sighed. "The boy has been quite determined to stay by your side. He was afraid that you might wake up and he wouldn't be here...he didn't want you to be alone." She sighed again, her voice a little airy...almost like she found it...romantic? "Poor Harry, he's barely eaten or slept he's been so worried sick...this is probably the first time he's fallen asleep, probably from sheer exhaustion."

"Are-are you serious?" I gasped, feeling so guilty.

She just nodded her head in response and pursed her lips for a moment before turning back to me. "Now you may have had all the sleep you can get but you also need some food in that stomach." She stated and started to walk off.