I'm not a coward, just shy (Hogwarts fanfic)

ch 9- the last struggle to finish the year

It had been two weeks since I have been out of the hospital and it was only a few days until the summer started. I dreamed of those eyes every time I fall asleep. Dark circles had appeared under my eyes. I have even started to fall asleep in classes and at every meal. Once I slept though the whole of dinner, Hermione waking me up afterwards and giving me some food she took when she saw I fell asleep. I hadn't told anyone but Dumbledore about these dreams. I sat in transfiguration the last class before dinner and my head in my hands and my eye lids were heavily. I shook my head and yawed and settling back down. Slap! My head had dropped down onto the table and I had hit my front head off the table. My eyes swam and I rubbed my front head.

"Mr Fleet, are my classes that boring" Professor McGonagall snapped.

"Sorry Professor", I groaned, the class hole class bursting into fits of giggles. I felt the burst raise in my cheeks.

"Mr Fleet go to Madam Pomfrey and get a sleeping draught, instead of passing out in my classes" She was meant to say it kindly but it came out as more of an order. I nodded, gathered my things and lefted the class room.

I walked down the corridor but I only got a fair bit away before my gut twisted and images of the red eyes and the mirror flashed before me. I stumbled catching myself on the wall, as my head spun. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen, something was going to be... possibility taken. I breathed deeply, until my stomach had settled, I had to tell Dumbledore.

"W-What a-are yo-u doing out-t of class" I spun to see professor Quarrel.

"I need to see professor Dumbledore, It's an important" I said still gasping, turning my back on him.

"He knows!" a high pitched cold voice shrieked. I spun in shocked and only saw Quarrels wand before every went very numb.

"Imperio" I heard but it was somewhat disconnected. I felt surprising warm and my mind was so fuzzy.

'follow' I voice echoed in my mind and without my consent my feet began to move. My mind was to fuzzy to be surprised. It was hard to think and everything seemed to be very slow, like swimming though honey. I only just realised what door we at by the time I got in. we were on the third floor, and the door was the one with the three headed dog. The door closed behind me cutting off all light and I saw the outline of the large dog beginning to raise its heads.

'sing' the voice echoed again. And my lips began to move and I heard my voice.

"Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby 

back to the years, loo-li lai-lay

and I'll sing you to sing and I'll you tomorrow

bless you with love, for the road that you go

May you sail fair; to the far fields of fortune,

with diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet,

and may you need never to banish misfortune;

May you find kindness in all that you meet"

The dog began to slump, one of the great head yawing, while Professor Quarrel moved one of the huge paws and relieved a wooden trap which he lift open.

'Follow, keep singing' the voice echoed and limbs moved of there our accorded.

"May there always be angels, to watch over you;

to guide you each step of the way

to guard you and keep you safe from all harm;

loo-li loo-li lai-lay"