Twin of Potter-Book Two(UP FOR ADOPTION)

Waking Up-and in More Ways than One

I woke to the sound of a door opening. I opened my eyes, and looked around in a daze, not knowing where I was or how I got there.

As my mind began to clear, I saw Sirius at my bedside.

"Hey kiddo," he said softly as I blinked at him.

"I'm in the Hospital Wing?" I asked.

"Yeah. You did a number on yourself kid," he told me.

I tried to smile, but apparently failed, because Sirius got a worried look.

"What's wrong?" he asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing," I told him, trying to shake him off.

"Flowerlet," he said, "if you don't tell me, I can't help you."

I sighed. "My head hurts," I lied quickly.

He flashed me a grin, which made a small pang of guilt hit my stomach. It really did hurt, but not bad enough to mention.

He went and got Madame Pomfrey, who hurried over.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"It's noting really," I said. "Just a headache, and a tiny one at that."

She clucked at me as she bustled about, measuring a potion. "You need to take care of yourself," she chastised sternly. "Especially considering your past and your near future."

I cringed and nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Her face softened and her lips turned up in a smile. "Thank you," she said. "Now drink this."

Before I could protest, she forced a foul-tasting potion down my throat.

I coughed and spluttered, but managed to get all of it down.

"Good! I'll leave you two alone now," she said, patting my back before leaving.

Sirius looked at me. "How the bloody heck did you do that?!" He cried.

Remus entered at that moment. "Do what?" He asked.

"Make Madame Pomfrey smile!" Sirius told him, and Remus grinned.

"It's not hard, you just have to not fight," he told Sirius. "And if I recall, all you ever did was fight."

Sirius looked affronted. "Me? Fight?" He asked in mock incredulity. "Yeah, okay, I get your point. But still!"

Remus shook his head. "So how do you feel?" He asked me.

I shrugged, and he said "How do you feel about everything else?"

I looked at him in confusion. "What do you-oh," I said as the events of last night came crashing back. "Okay, I guess."

He looked at me. "Really?" Remus asked.

"Yeah," I lied. "I mean, I don't want to do it, but I don't have a choice."

"Are you sure?" Sirius asked dubiously.

I nodded. "I'm really tired though. I think I'm going to sleep now..." I trailed off.

They both nodded, and I laid down and rolled over so my back was towards them.

I lay there and let tears slip silently through my closed eyelids.

'I can't do this!' I thought. 'I don't have any of the skills, I'm super frail, not to mention weak...I won't survive past the first trial!'

All I could do as I lay there was fret and doubt myself.

Eventually, I did fall into a fitful sleep. It was haunted, though, with images of Voldemort and great, formless pits of black attacking me and, ultimately, killing me.

I woke several times, but never bothered Madame Pomfrey, Remus, or Sirius. They all needed their sleep.

Each time I fell back asleep, I nearly died a different way. Burning, drowning, choking, everything.

Every time though, I woke as I was taking my final breaths.

I hoped none of these would come to pass as I sat in bed around midnight the next morning after waking once again, covered in sweat and watching Remus and Sirius sleep in beds in the other side of the ward.



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A/N- wow. That was sort of...dark there at the end, wasn't it? I hope it doesn't turn anyone away. The rest of the book(s) will sort of go in that direction as well, I think, but how couldn't they? I mean with the Tournament, and Umbridge, and the rest? It's going to be hard to keep it upbeat. Of course, @secret_ninja managed to in 'Other Potter'... Anyhow, I just wanted to check in with you guys and see how you're all doing and how you like the story. I also wanted to say I love you all, and without you, you wouldn't be reading this because I don't think I'd've made it here.