"Fiona?"
She was watching in shock as she saw before her very eyes, her brother faint. She watched as Jasper Odair caught him before he could hit the floor and she watched as Jasper started to walk him out, a professor behind him, the first year Hufflepuffs following.
She watched but she couldn't move.
She couldn't speak.
She could barely breathe.
And despite not reading the Daily Prophet, (the paper was still on the bench beside her) she knew.
One of their parents had died.
She didn't want to know which, hell she hated that she even knew that one of them was dead in the first place and he wanted to run after her brother to ensure he was okay but she couldn't move.
She was frozen.
"Fiona? What happened?"
She didn't want to answer that question and even if she wanted to, she wasn't capable. She even tried to open her mouth to say something else, to ask if her brother was alright, but nothing came out.
"Her father's dead," a voice answered.
No. Please no.
"Dark Lord murdered him," Evan Rosier's voice said.
"Serves him right, pretty sure he was a mudblood."
She wanted to punch someone.
But she couldn't bloody move.
"No one deserves to die, stop saying that!"
"I will hex your bloody mouth shut if you say another word!" Theodore's voice snapped.
"Fiona? Fiona, come on," Alabaster said, trying to get her to stand up. "You should not be here. I will take you to the dormitory or the Hospital Wing so you can see your brother."
She could barely stand up straight.
She wanted to do something. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to punch someone. Run, yell, cry, scream, hex...something...
"Miss. Talisman, please come with me," Professor Slughorn's voice spoke out.
A professor made it all real.
And she hadn't wanted it to be real.
She ran out of the Great Hall, finally regaining control of her limbs. She ran and ran and ran through the corridors not even caring where she was going. She had no destination, she only had one thing on her mind and that was to run.
She had not wanted the news to be real. She wanted what the Slytherins had said to be a cruel lie, but when Professor Slughorn had approached her, when he had asked for her to come with him she knew the news was true. She knew that her father was actually dead and he was going to take her to his office to probably discuss going home and to offer his condolences.
Condolences she didn't even want.
She could already hear the voices, the professors, the students, even other family members, I'm so sorry for your loss, I'm so sorry, he is in a better place now...
She didn't want to hear any of it.
She wished she had not woken up this morning. She wished she had never gone to Hogwarts. Then she would have been home with her dad, maybe when the attack happened, she would have been at least with him.
But he was probably alone.
He had probably died alone.
She wanted to hex something.
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Freaks: Year Two
Fanfiction*This series in the process of being rewritten.* Harry was, to put it mildly, nervous when he was asked to tutor a student from Professor Slughorn in History Of Magic, but he had tried to keep positive. "I'm your History Of Magic tutor." Harry told...
