Jemma Granger (a Harry Potter fanfiction)

New situations

By the next time when I woke up, or tried to, I felt a lot stronger but my headache had become a lot more noticeable.

I could hear the voices again in the background. There were more this time however, some sounded a bit familiar. I tried to see again who they were, but my eyelids felt like steel, and unable to open.

It took so much effort out of me but I finally managed to open them a little bit to see the glimmer of light outside my eyes. My head stung and my hand flew to it. I guessed the voices had realised that I was awake and stopped their chatting and observe me.

I groaned and tried once again to open my eyes. This time they opened to a bright blur.

I quickly shut then tight, that was way too bright just then

Everything ached.

I felt like I had been pulled through a shredder.

My arm after a while began to ache too much and I soon dropped it from my head and off the edge of the soft thing I was on.

Soft? Wait, I'm probably in bed!

I'm such an idiot

This is all just part of a bad dream and I will just wake up in the morning like I always do and just get on with my day, going to lessons, skipping some lessons, preparing pranks, that's just a normal day for me.

I couldn't be more wrong.

Slowly I opened my eyes again only to be greeted by the bright sunlight that filled the room. My eyes were still blurry and I blinked several times to get them back to their normal state. I was not in my room, weird, I was in some sort of hospital, maybe the hospital wing?

I looked around, ignoring the severe headache that was causing me such pain.

Yes this is definitely the hospital wing, but why am I here?

I was in one of the hospital beds with the curtains drawn around me, the voices were outside had stopped for a long time now.

Then one of the curtains was pulled open a bit and Madame Pomfrey walked in. She looked different though, younger in some way...

Then after her McGonagall and Dumbledore walked in.

They also looked different and a little younger. McGonagall hadn't had so many wrinkles in her forehead and seemed to be more alert in a way. Dumbledore also had not as many wrinkles as I remember and his beard
was shorter.

They looked at me for a long few moments before I became irritated and annoyed.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I snapped

They then both looked at each other and Madame Pomfrey before finally returning their gaze to me.

"Well dear, " McGonagall said weirdly, I mean she never spoke to me like this, "we don't really know who you are or where you have come from."

I blinked. Then again.

What?

"What do you mean?" I said slowly, unsure of what was going on

"Would you mind telling us your story of how you got here? It would help to figure out where you came from" Dumbledore smiled kindly at me. Wow that was new, he'd never smiled like that at me before, he always would either scowl or be annoyed of the amount if pranks I would play!

So I started to tell my story from when I got my detention right though to when I passed out in the forest after meeting the four boys. I finished my story and they looked and stared at me for a while before Dumbledore then decided to explain what they thought.