The Extra || H.P. fan fiction

Chapter 32: Ⓣⓗⓔ Ⓣⓡⓐⓟⓟⓔⓓ Ⓓⓞⓞⓡ

(A/n: hey guys, I know it's been a while and I'm sorry for not updating soon. After all, I'm soon to be graduated that's why I've been busy in past months. So, I hope you guys understand.

And once again, I'm glad I keep moving forward for making a new chapters and getting help from my friend of mine imthatlesbian and phantomverse, who correct my grammars so I hope you guys enjoy ✨

Warning ⚠️
- cursed/vulgar words
- a chance y/n might do something stupid.

- marshall✒️🍂)

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Y/n P.O.V.

Now, I was carried on a piggyback ride by a Slytherin prefect named Gemma, who looked a lot like Emma Myers.

Gosh... I was carried by a gorgeous woman.

'Lucky me, am I right?' I thought I was trying to tease Morgen and you because you and he were more of a fanboy/girl than I am.

You wish you were in my position, right?

'Lucky you are' I heard his annoyed muttered in my thoughts.

Anyway - why am I talking to a thin air again???

Well, I felt as if there was someone watching, but physically, there wasn't.

Back to business, I had suddenly fainted when was walking up the stairs, after a while, that’s when she found me unconscious on the staircase.

Aghhh, son of a B'TCH!

Morgen and Orpheus didn't even tell me that occlumency has side effects after I used it, so Professor Quirrell can't read my mind, and now I'm having a headache like I’ve never had a headache like this before it felt so different.”

'I apologize for that'

'Tsk'

I sigh. Instead of putting the amulet in my pocket, that was given to me by Lola Helen, I should’ve worn it.

And also, I really should think this through. Thankfully, Gemma continues carrying me. She's really sweet.

Now, she's taking me to the hospital wing.

'What an eventful night,' I thought, feeling both grateful for Gemma's kindness and annoyed at my own recklessness.

I had even forgotten to take my white flower ointment.

We finally reached the hospital wing, and I was gently placed on one of the beds. Madam Pomfrey, the matron of the hospital wing, approached and quickly assessed my condition.

"What seems to be the problem, dear?" She asked kindly, taking note of my current state.

Gemma explained the situation to Madam Pomfrey, mentioning that I had fainted while walking up the staircase.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, her expression sympathetic. "It sounds like a case of low blood sugar," she said, her eyes fixed on me. "Or perhaps it's due to overwork."

To be honest, it wasn't like I overworked myself by doing academics; it's because I was using Occlumency for the first time when a men tried invading my private thoughts.

I always practice using Occlumency, so it is easy since no one tries to read my mind. Therefore, I thought it would also be easy if someone tried to invade my thoughts.