C R Y S T A L ' S P O V
Our room was nice enough.
Harry was trying to think of spells that could heal wounds but he couldn't remember any.
So the entire night was Harry fighting to stay awake, holding his hand against my side, pressing quite hard so the bleeding would stop so I didn't bleed to death.
I thought I heard the familiar voices of Ron and Hermione, so I voiced my thoughts to Harry.
He was still trying to stop me bleeding, so anywhere he went, I went too.
We walked out and down the stairs.
Ron and Hermione were bickering, as usual and then Ron spotted us.
"Harry! Crystal!"
Hermione turned around and smiled at us.
Her smile then faltered when she saw me.
"Tonks, Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley, come now!" Hermione called.
They came over and saw me.
Tonks came over to me and Harry passed me over to her.
Tonks, not knowing about the wound, hugged me, only to realise that she was now covered in blood.
"What happened?" She asked, while placing her hand on my side.
We all went into Harry and I's room so that Harry could explain.
Tonks used magic to heal the cut and cleaned up Harry's hands that had blood all over them.
"So Crystal accidentally blew up our aunt, who was insulting our parents. We packed our stuff, because I knew someone was going to try to r hurt Crystal. While we were walking out, Uncle Vernon threw a pocket knife, yes, the same one that he used the other day, at Crystal and it landed in her side. Its been gushing out blood for more than 12 hours. "
"Harry you should have gotten someone last night! She could have died!" Hermione scolded.
"I'm sorry!" Harry yelled.
"Why is everything all blurry?" I asked.
I fell to the ground, unconscious.
I woke up in Mr Weasley's arms.
When he realised I was awake, he gave a warm smile.
"Why did I pass out?" I asked.
"You lost a lot of blood. We're getting someone to brew you a potion for it." He said.
I nodded.
Mr Weasley took me over to Ron and Hermione, who were sitting on Harry's bed.
"How you feeling Chrissy?" Ron asked me.
"Cold." I say.
"It's boiling hot in here! How could you be cold?!" Ron asked.
"Ronald! She is probably cold from all the blood she's lost!" Hermione glared at Ron.
It's funny how protective and defensive everyone is over Ginny and I.
Since we are the youngest and all.
Hermione went to go find Harry while Ron stayed with me.
"I can't believe him." Ron said.
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