(Book Three) Innocent {CLP SERIES}

{Chapter 3}

C R Y S T A L ' S P O V

Harry had cleaned me up with a few wet cloths and I was in a new change of clothes.

We went down to the kitchen to make dinner when Aunt Marge started to insult Harry and I's parents.

She started going on about how our father was probably a drunk.

"Our father was not a drunk!" I say, my tone dangerously low.

"You mustn't blame yourself for them Vernon, it's all to do with blood, bad blood. It's like dogs! If there is some thing wrong with the bitch then theres something wrong with the pup."

I snapped.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled.

"Now, you liste-" Aunt Marge had her finger pointing at me about to scold me.

All of a sudden, her finger swelled, along with the rest of her body.

She was like a helium filled balloon.

Aunt Marge somehow made her way outside, and Uncle Vernon followed her.

"Don't you- VERNON!" Aunt Marge screamed, as Uncle Vernon let go of her and Aunt Marge flew away.

Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs.

"Pack your stuff, he's going to kill you." Harry said warningly.

The thought of what I had done had now sunk in.

I put everything into my trunk and closed it up.

"Christella, grab your wand." Harry tossed my mothers wand to me, and I caught it with ease.

Harry and I made our way downstairs where Uncle Vernon was waiting.

"You bring her back now!" He yelled at me.

"No! She deserved what she got!" I yelled back.

He took the pocket knife out of his, well, pocket and showed it to me. I pointed my wand at him.

"You can't use magic outside of school!" He sung.

"I can't, she can." Harry smirked.

"Where are you going to go?" Uncle Vernon cackled evilly.

"Anywhere is better that here!" I shout.

As we were walking out the door, I tuned around to face Uncle Vernon.

In one last attempt to hurt me, he threw the pocket knife at me and it hit me in the side.

It was lodged in there, and Uncle Vernon started laughing evilly.

I fell to the ground, outside the house just as the door was slammed shut.

"Harry." I said in less than whisper.

He turned around to see me clutching my side.

He knelt down beside me and pulled out the knife, throwing it across the road.

He placed his hand over the wound where blood was pouring out, pressing down on it to stop the bleeding.

"Can you levitate the trunks so I can carry you?" Harry asked me, worry in his eyes.

I nodded weakly.

I managed to say "Wingardium Leviosa" until we got to a corner.

I couldn't levitate it anymore, so Harry just sat there with me on his lap, his hand still on my side, trying to stop the bleeding.

He spotted a huge, black, dog the same time I did, and he grabbed my wand from my hand.

He pointed it at the dog, which then ran straight passed us.

Harry fell backwards, and accidentally dropped me onto the road.

He sat up again and grabbed me, applying pressure to the wound that was still gushing out blood.

Then, a tall, blue bus stopped in front of us.

I was flashing in and out of consciousness, due to my loss of blood.

I couldn't hear the conversation that Harry was having with the conductor, but all I knew was Harry was taking me onto this bus.

"Where are we going?" I managed to force out.

"The Leaky Caldron." Harry said.

That's all I remember before I passed out.

When I woke, I was still in Harry's arms, except we were getting off the bus.

The minister of magic was standing out the front of the Leaky Caldron.

Our trunks were unloaded and taken to a room, while the minister came over to Harry and I.

"I see this isn't the time to have a chat with the pair of you, so I'll allow you to go straight to your room. Goodnight." The minister bowed his head and Harry politely returned the gesture.