in which a witch named
cora holloway could be
described as many things
but most of all, she was
c h a r m i n g
( HARRY POTTER AND
THE GOBLET OF FIRE -> ??? )
( FRED WEASLEY )
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE/SEVENTEEN END OF AN ERA (ALTERNATE TITLE: CAN THE YEAR PLEASE END WITHOUT A DEATH?)
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i can and i will | searows "and i don't cry anymore except when i do, which is most nights"
Cora Holloway was unsure how long she had been knocked out cold. But as she finally came to, the previous events came flooding back. Flashes of the Department of Mysteries, the room of planets, of her mother's cold face. But as she shot up, she realised she was no longer in the dark room, instead her face was covered in sunlight, so much that it took a few moments to register where she was.
The infirmary at Hogwarts.
"Oh! You're up!" She turned her head frantically, and moved as quick as a flash, to throw her legs over the side of the bed and attempt to stand. But a wave of nausea knocked her back onto the bed with a groan. Within a moment Madam Promfrey was at her side, fussing. "Miss Holloway you need to stay in bed please. I beg."
She opened her mouth to question the older woman, but found the words dead on her lips. How could she compile all her thoughts into a single one?
"It's Saturday." That alone floored the poor girl, how had she been asleep since Thursday? "You got a right old concussion, I was expecting you to be out a few more days to be honest." Cora couldn't think of a single thing to say, instead she stared blankly. The nurse took this as a cue to shove a concoction into her hands. "Drink up. You'll need all the strength you can get."
As she necked the whole glass her head was throbbing. Along with her tailbone. The potion seemed to work almost instantly, as within seconds she was already feeling a little lighter. "What happened?" She managed to cough out before Madam Pomfrey could slip away.
The older woman looked down on her kindly. Simply drawing the curtains that surrounded her bed open, instead of giving her a straight answer. But it was all Cora needed as she was suddenly jumped by the six people she had been deathly worried about.
"Cora!"
"Thank god you're awake!"
"Took you long enough...ow! Hermione!"
She groaned as they all piled on top of her. But her heart was full as they were all stood before her, safe. A little beat up, but safe. Ginny was hobbling, and plonked herself down on the end of the bed. Beginning to fill her in on all that she had missed.
Turns out Ginny's ankle had been broken, while Neville had busted his lip. Hermione had been seriously stunned, and had bruises all over her ribs and chest. Ron and Luna had escaped relatively unharmed, as unharmed as they could on a rescue mission against Death Eaters. Harry seemed physically okay as well, but she could tell something was wrong, as he was yet to look her directly in the eye. Her suspicion was confirmed as Ginny stopped talking after revealing all their injuries, and didn't tell her anything about the actual events that occurred.
