Meeting the Marauders

Being Strong

Chapter 40: being strong
-Bex p.o.v.-

I sat on my bed, the curtains hung around me, guarding me from the outside world. I wasn't doing anything illegal. In fact, my escape plans had been put away. I was just sitting on my bed.

I didn't want to be bothered.

My thoughts swirled around. I was trying to separate what I remembered from what I didn't, or what was fuzzy.

The accident, I remembered perfectly. It was quite clear now, everything about it. I could also remember the boys, and the team, and pretty much everyone I spoke to on a regular basis. At least I thought I did. That was the frustrating thing, I couldn't remember if I was forgetting someone or something. It was just fuzzy. And that fuzziness could not be distinguished.

Faces blurred together, sounds created a jumbled noise, smells mixed into an unrecognisable scent. I couldn't comprehend anything. My mind was a big puzzle filled with things I didn't know the answer to.

It was like I had all of the components, I just couldn't recall the most important part of the equation to be able to solve.

I groaned in frustration. My hands gripped my hair and I pulled slightly, trying to ease my headache somehow.

"Alright, focus." I spoke to myself. I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath. "Think."

"The man, who was he?" I questioned myself. "The one with golden hair and golden eyes. He says he knows me. Said he visited me when I was knocked out. He talked to me just before the fall. His name is Ozzy. What does he have to so with anything?" I thought hard.

I pushed myself back into the memory of my fall. I was flying around, then something caught my attention in the stands and I went over there, who was it? What was it?

The anger quickly enveloped me. I was infuriated with myself for not being able to remember a simple thing. Something I should know, especially now that I could remember the game. Why was it that I could remember the game and falling to my doom, yet I couldn't remember a small detail as to what had captured my attention just before the accident?

Soon the anger had spread through my entire body. My temperature was rising. The bed sheets were burning. The room was filling with smoke.



-third p.o.v.-

The young girl, one much too powerful for her age, filled with anger and frustration quickly. Her stubborn and impatient personality getting the best of her, causing the short temper to rise and easily reach it's peak.

Her body became too hot, burning her surroundings.

The sheets caught fire, burning the rest of the wooden posts of her bed.

Luckily the fire didn't spread any farther. The old headmaster, long ago, just after Hogwarts had been constructed, found out that gryffindors quickly resorted to violence and more often than not something caught fire. The past headmaster had ordered for the floor and walls to be fireproof, not allowing it to spread to the rest of the castle.

The girl still didn't calm. Her mind lost control, releasing her to her anger.

It stayed like that for a little under an hour. The girl was throwing balls of fire at the walls, watching with black eyes as they evaporated into nothing, seemingly soaking into the wall. That only fuelled her hostile attitude.

Finally, after what seemed like forever someone entered the room. The girl looked small and innocent, nothing compared to the angry girl too busy throwing fire at the wall to notice someone else entering the room.

The innocent girl let out a silent gasp and backed out quickly. She hurried down the stairs, back to the common room. Her face was pale, she looked like she had seen a monster. And in a way, she had.

"Help, get McGonagall!" She yelled, gaining everyone's attention. They looked at her curiously, wondering what she needed the teacher for. "Now!" That seemed to snap people out of the gaze. A few students took off, out of the portrait hole.

Now that McGonagall was on her way it would be so much safer. The girl ran back up the stairs and to her room.

"Alice?!" A red head, who shared the room with her followed, "what's wrong?"

"Lily, it's Bex. She's not herself." Alice frowned, concerned with her friends well being.

"What happened?" Lily asked timidly, saddened by the news. She looked at the door unsure.

"I walked in to find her throwing fire at the wall! Her bed was on fire!" Alice exclaimed with tears falling down her cheeks.

"Out of the way girls," McGonagall appeared out of no where, pushing the two girls back towards the common room.

The girls faced the crowd of curious gryffindors, tears in their eyes. Alice was shaking like a leaf, tears streaming out of her eyes freely. Lily sniffed and wipes away the year before it could fall.

The head of house entered the room, her wand at the ready. Ozzy had already been summoned and would be here any minute now.

What she saw was not what she was prepared to see. She didn't think she would ever see the young girl in such a way. It terrified the older woman beyond belief. Just seeing her in such distress and anger broke her heart.

It was then that the young man made his entrance. His eyes widened at the sight of the girl. He sprung forward, wrapping his eyes around the terrifying girl. She was shaking with anger, beyond control.

The girl tried to fight against Ozzy, fire flowing from her fingers. His grip tightened, holding her as close as possible. Seconds after they made contact her fight drained from her. She went limp, falling into the mans arms.



-Bex p.o.v.-

I groaned, my head was throbbing, I had a splitting head ache. Timidly I raised my head up, only able to inch my way into a sitting position because each time I moved the throbbing pushed harder against my skull.

"Here, let me." Someone placed their hands on my back, helping me up.

I slowly opened my eyes, meeting the golden eyes of someone familiar. It took me a second to place him as the man that I met the other day, the one that made me un-mad. What was his name? I thought. "Ozzy."

"You remember me," he smiled. "How are you, sweetheart?"

"My head hurts." I told him truthfully. He seemed trusting to me, like someone who would never hurt me in any way. Like Andrew and Sebastian.

"I bet it does," he chuckled quietly.

My eyebrows frowned in concentration, "I was thinking of you, trying to make myself remember who you were and what happened before the accident." I informed him. "It didn't work, it only made me mad."

He smiled sorrowfully, "don't let it bother you. It'll come back to you."

"I don't want to wait, I want my memories now." I frowned softly, looking down at my fingers. I was sitting on someone's bed, it was not mine, that's for sure. "Why did this happen to me? Did I do something wrong?"

"No love, nothing at all." Ozzy stroked my hair, brushing my hair from my forehead. "You see, sometimes, the strongest are tested. They are given challenges, it's to see how strong they are. All of these tests are because you are strong."

"I don't want to be strong anymore." My eyes slowly fell, I slipped into a sleep almost immediately.



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