ii. feeble

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CHAPTER TWO
FEEBLE

              THE cold, biting autumn was upon the buzzing Hogwarts students, and as a result, the once solidly built Hogwarts walls were leaking

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              THE cold, biting autumn was upon the buzzing Hogwarts students, and as a result, the once solidly built Hogwarts walls were leaking. Despite students trying to fix the leakage, the problem was far too large for a simple witch or wizard, it needed serious help, and the teachers all were too busy to assemble together and help. Half of them didn't particularly care, half of them had other business to take care of, and the Slytherins were sent away with a meek, "Yes, we'll tend to that right away", every time they brought it up.

           As the dormitories turned into slums, most of the Slytherins left their humble abodes. Even if a few dedicated ones stayed, most of them moved over to their peers. Eventually, teachers started to encourage it – as all students looked gloom and sniffled all day, it got in the way of working, after a certain time.

          The young Malfoy instantly complained about it — her best friend had moved off too, as the most bubbly and friendly person, she had too many friends to count. Every house had a bed for the lovely Amelia. But when it came to getting Mercy Malfoy a bed, every dormitory was full - and all couches occupied. Frankly, - Mercy didn't mind that much. She hated pity, and people seemed to be give her those looks quite a few times lately. Amelia had tried to get her a spot at every dormitory, but no one wanted her. No one wanted the Deatheater sleeping in their bed.

              She was walking to her dormitory after a terrible day, passing by the dining hall - where she hadn't eaten anything, when it started. The terrible shiver took up all of her body, making her shake and fall onto the ground, her eyes closing involuntarily. She couldn't move her body. She was paralyzed. It felt like hours before she heard the first footsteps approaching her, and her heartbeat sped up – finally someone who would come to her rescue. But no one saw her as they hurried to their dormitories, rushing to get there before bedtime. She was quickly overlooked and ignored, people passing by her without even seeing her curled-up figure fallen onto the floor. As time passed, sleep overtook her tired body and she stopped trying to move, submitting to the looming force above her.

       A loud noise woke her, and she jumped up in the warm bed. It was not hers, and it was definitely not the nurse's. It smelled musky and – boyish. Her heart quickened, all sorts of illogical thoughts spewing out of her mind. It couldn't be, could it?

      She was in a boy's bed.

       Mercy shot upwards, but immediately fell back into the plush pillow securing her head. She felt nauseous and sick, her head spinning, losing all sense of direction and time. This seemed like something out of a nightmare.

       Where was she? How did she end up here? – All sorts of questions swam around in her head. She was terribly confused. Her eyesight was yet blurry, so she closed her eyes and rested them for a few minutes, hoping to correct her vision. It seemed like her wand was somewhere else too.

         Carefully, she looked around, noticing all sorts of accessories - mainly in red and gold. She was in a Gryffindor dormitory - why wasn't she in a girls one? Why didn't she see girly muggle magazines brought from home and pyjamas with red imprints? It would be illogical to be in a boy's dormitory - but, boyish trousers and shirts and quidditch supplies were stewed across the floor, with a few framed pictures of famous players. The musky smell of sweat mixed with deodorant and some sort attractive smell reigned over the dormitory. A few quidditch quaffles were framed on the wall as well, and lots of men's shoes were shoved under beds. Exactly five beds were aligned in a circular fashion, but she saw that no one was currently asleep or in the beds. She was alone.

         Assuming her nausea was over, she stood up, gently taking small steps, and when she straightened up, she saw a giant quidditch broom hanging from the door. Chitter-chatter was heard from the other side, and when she looked down at her wrist, her watch was gone. A groan escaped her mouth as she realized where she was. Of course. James Potter's dormitory. Of course.

       And indeed, her watch was gone. She was wearing someone's nightgown, which barely reached her knees and stopped. She groaned loudly. Someone had undressed her, changed her clothes, and – smelling her her head, washed her hair. It must have been Lupin or Pettigrew's charms. She shook her head. How did that happen?

       Another round of vertigo was rolling around, and she lay back onto the bed. She wondered why they hadn't taken her to the nurse - after all, they all knew that these sorts of things started happening to Mercy in July. The first episode was in James' room, as they both very well remembered. She had always carried a cure with her. But not today.

       And, Amelie had stayed at the Hufflepuff dormitory, and usually her cure helped her. She raked her brain for her last memory of the night before. She remembered passing out, and being picked up later on. By whom, or where – that was a mystery to her.

       But why hadn't Amelia come to her rescue and helped her? Why wasn't she in the nurse's office? The questions remained unanswered but her heart was thundering in her chest. The boys must have found her. And they must have used incantations and spells to take her to the bathroom and clean her up – but she didn't know how or why.

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author's note: hello! I'm very sorry for not being very active - I just had no inspiration whatsoever and I had to re-write the chapter a few times.. but it's here now!!

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