Harry Potter's Twin

Chapter 26

Soooo.... I am going to upload maybe three or four chapters tonight before I go to bed. I need a break to figure a couple things out, and I didn't want to leave you hanging, so here you guys go!

Dad stopped yelling at the third years when the horns grew a little bit bigger, and sprouted other little horns out of the first pair. It was still really cute. I stopped paying attention to what was happening for a minute, and the next thing I know, I'm being dragged by the arm. I look up to see who was dragging me and where, and find that dad is dragging me to I think the hospital wing. He has a firm grip on my arm, and it was starting to hurt a bit.

Dad, you are hurting me! I cried, trying to loosen the iron grip he had on my arm. If he heard me, I will never know. The grip he had didn't loosen, and if anything it got tighter, and it was really starting to hurt. I would most definitely have a bruise there tomorrow.

Dad kept walking in the same direction for a while, but eventually we hit a whole bunch of stairs. He stopped for a second, looked back at me, then continued on his way like I wasn't even there. I was being dragged up stairs, and with every step upward he took, The more painful it became.

I was now silently crying because of the pain. Dad didn't notice, and I had given up hope of him noticing how I was in pain. I had also given up trying to tell him to stop. He didn't listen, and his iron grip became stronger every time. The horns on his head were now more like antlers, and they were pretty big now too. It was actually still really funny to see, but right now I could not laugh or have anything fun. It hurt to much to move.

After what seemed like hours, we arrived at the hospital wing. Dad opened the doors and walked inside, but they slammed shut before I could get through. My arm got caught in between the doors, and my head banged into the strong metal. The worst part was the sickening crunch that my arm gave out when it was smashed in the door, and how I felt a sticky liquid fall down my face. I fell outside the hospital wing in tears, not able to see straight because of the pain I was in.

I sat there for maybe half an hour before dad came out of the room, and stopped outside the door. There were no longer horns on top of his head, and his face had that same scowl that I was used to. I was sitting off to the side, with tear tracks all over my face. I had run out of tears to cry, but the pain had not stopped. It had only gotten worse, and I still could not see completely straight. I could not say anything, for my brain was too focused on the pain in my arm. My head was pounding, and there was dried blood on my forehead from where it had smashed into the door. There was blood all over my face, and my arm was bent at an odd angle. I was on the brink of passing out, still conscious, but not able to move or really do anything.

Dad hadn't moved from where he stood, in fact his head was moving around the floor, as if searching for something. When his eyes landed on me, he gasped and ran over.

"Leighlah, oh my gosh Leighlah. Can you hear me?" He said, taking my face in his hands and examining the wound on my forehead. I just blinked and stared at him, unable to move.

"What hurts?" He asked frantically, searching for other injuries. He seemed to relax, but that disappeared as soon as it had come. His eyes went wide when he saw the state my arm was in, and he quickly picked me up in his arms, careful of my arm. I was rushed the few feet to get to the hospital wing door, and dad burst it open, startling Madame Pomfrey.

"Severus! What happened now?" She said, before catching a glimpse of my limp form in his arms. She gasped.

"Put her here Severus. I need to work quickly!"

I was set on the bed, and Madame Pomfrey was immediately at my side, wand at the ready.

"I need you to lay still sweety. I'm going to work on your head first, and then get to your arm." She said in a very calming voice.