Just a side note, the boys are from 1975, 6th year at Hogwarts. Not sure if I mentioned that.
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I hobbled out from the nurses bay and towards the dorm in which I had been sleeping in. I was moving across Hogwarts with imense difficulty, I didn't think Hogwarts would still give us crutches, isn't this too much of a muggle invention?
Like I care, to be honest I was just glad to leave that place. Anything like a hospital drained every hope from you, like a dementor from Azkaban. It just sucks everything from you, and i hate that feeling.
Dumbledore had come to see me again, though his visits weren't all that comforting, he is like a fortune cookie, he tells you some wise words and you have no idea what to do with the information.
James and Sirius came last night. They brought me some more chocolate, that always cheers me up. They joked around, though to be honest when didn't they?
"Excuse me, what are you doing out of class?" A, I'm guessing a prefect, student asked.
"I'm going to my next one." I said as I awkwardly turned to face him. I saw his tie, he was a Ravenclaw.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"I am in fact slower than the muggle snail, so if you don't mind, I have a lesson with McGonagall in," I looked at my watch. "Forty five minutes."
He simply looked at me. He shifted his position slightly and the turned around and walked away. Good enough for me, good enough for him.
I started back down the hall, this was going to be a long and painful process.
It took time, but I soon got to my dorm. I could finally rest. I opened the door, waddled in and switched on the light.
I was met with a firm hit across the face. It seemed as though I was going to be the punching bag of this school.
I woke up, I saw two boys, both in old scruffy clothes. They were covered in dirt, and smelt terrible.
"Hello." I said nervously.
"He's definitely one of 'em." The taller boy said.
"Nah, he looks nofin like whot we were told to look our for."
"He is definitely from our time."
"Nah, course not, look at 'im. Looks rougher than a badgers ass. He ain't gonna do anyfin to us."
"I'm not?" I asked.
"Nah mate, you're too much of prefect."
"He's at the right dorm though." The other boy continued to argue.
"Who put you in charge?"
"Whot?"
"Who's in charge?"
"You."
"Then don't bloody question me, alwight?"
"Yea." He mumbled.
"This ain't one of 'em."
"Ok." He paused. "What we gonna do with him?"
"Let 'im go! Jesus Billy, he's a cripple!"
"Er, I'm right here." I said.
"Whot you doin in this dorm?"
"I, er, got the wrong door, then I got bashed around the head by two boys."
"Sorry 'bought that." The boy in charge said.
"It's ok." I replied.
"Bill, 'elp 'im up!"
Billy heaved me up and brushed the dirt off me. He gave an apologetic smile and pushed me out the dorm.
I thought about what to do for a minute. I looked back towards Dumbledore's office. I could apparate there, it'd be quicker...
Though the thought of me appearing in Dumbledore's office unannounced was also very dangerous.
But what would Bill and the other chap do to Padfoot and Prongs though?
