Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Chapter 31: Three Fundamental Truths: Number Three

Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Chapter 31: Three Fundamental Truths: Number Three

The freezing spell cast over Harry and I was broken, and Snape hurried down the twirling stairs of the Astronomy Tower, his cloak racing behind him like a cape in the wind. Grabbing the scruff of Draco Malfoy's neck as he went, Harry and I pulled out our wands in anticipation.

There was no way that Dumbledore could be dead. Well, I suppose that there was a chance that he could be. That fall would be long enough to kill just a lot anything, and adding the Killing a Curse to that, you simply didn't have a chance.

And suddenly, the form of Fenrir Greyback was suddenly on top of me.

"HARRY!" I yelled out in fear, my voice anxious.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry screamed as he pointed his wand at the werewolf.

Before the werewolf could fall back, his claws made its way at my lower stomach near my abdomen.

I let out a scream of pain, my voice blood curdling and full of pain and despair.

The sound of Greyback's feet scampering off reached my ears barely; I was too focused on my bleeding stomach.

It stung, much like a paper cut, but about a billion times more.

I slowly crawled down the stairs of the tower, the spells and jinxes brushing past me. It took me about one hour to finally reach the ground, where I saw Harry on his knees by a still form.

"Harry," I softly breathed as I dragged myself to him.

It was Albus Dumbledore.

His eyes were closed, and if it weren't for the fact that I saw him die, I would have thought he would have been sleeping.

"Harry... the... the locket..." I murmured to him. He nodded and wiped his tears away with his sleeve.

The locker, that we had risked our lives to get, must have fallen out of Dumbledore' pocket as he fell. It opened, and there was something in side of it.

There was a scratch of old parchment.

Over Harry's shoulder I read it, my vision blurry and going in wnd out.

"To the Dark Lord,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

R. A. B."

Dumbledore drank the potion for nothing.

"This isn't a Horcrux..." I faintly muttered to my older twin brother.

Suddenly, my vision went dark, and the sting of the claw marks from Greyback increased. Blood dripped onto the ground, and it soaked my shirt all the way through.

"Madison? MADISON!"

When I came to, I was in a bed in the Hospital Wing in an ugly hospital gown. I wore pajama pants underneath it, and my stomach and abdomen area was visible for all to see.

White bandages were wrapped around it, restricting any sort of movement.

"H-H-Harry..." my voice meekly called out.

I needed my older twin brother. I needed him to give me a huge hug, just like we would give to one another when we were young and sleeping in the cupboard underneath the stairs.

"Madison!" Harry's voice called out, relieved. He grabbed my hand as soon as he reached me.

"Oh God, I was so worried and I was afraid I almost lost you, I... oh God, Madison!" He tried to hug me.

"Harry Potter! Your sister has an injury! Do not touch her, she is in enough pain already!" Madame Pomfrey's voice rang out from the other side of my bed.

My green eyes made their way to the occupant in the bed next to mine.

It was Bill Weasley.

"Nice scars," I told him with a weak smile.

He gave me a weak one in return and replied with, "Same to you."

"Madame Pomfrey," I choked out, pain laced within my voice, "Am I..."

"A werewolf? Fortunately, since you were not bitten but scratched, and Greyback was not in his werewolf form when you were scratched, you are not one. You and Bill over here are not werewolves."

"Thank God," Lupin breathed out from the edge of my bed.

"But, Miss Potter... I do need to talk to you separately about what else happened... in private..."

"You can say it in front of everybody else. I trust them," I told her, pointing to my brother, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Tonks, McGonagall, Bill, Lupin, Fred and George.

"Very well then," the nurse nodded.

"Madison, you lost the baby."

My face went slack. "What? I was pregnant?"

"Yes," she nodded sadly. "When did you have sexual intercourse last?"

I looked at George as he immediately went to by side and grasped my hand in his tightly.

"It was about... what, one month ago? George and I met up in Hogsmede..."

Tears ran down my face as I realized that I had been pregnant, lost the baby, all without my very own knowledge.

"You were around five weeks. Oh, dear, I'm so sorry," Madame Pomfrey wrapped me up in a hug as tears ran down my face, staining my cheeks with moisture.

"Am I... am I able to..." I trailed off, pulling myself out of her grip and into George's arms.

"We'll have to wait and see," Madame Pomfrey told me. "There's a 90% possibility you won't be able to."

I collapsed into tears in George's arms.

There were three-well, four-things that I knew at that time:

Number one:

The Dark Mark had been above Hogwarts.

Number Two:

Albus Dumbledore was dead.

Number Three:

The locket we tried so hard to get was not a Horcrux at all.

And finally, Number Four:

There was a 90% chance I won't be able to have any children.