CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "People are bound to notice if my girlfriend disappears for days without a word."
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Y/N POV
A sharp, stabbing pain tore through my stomach as I blinked my eyes open, a groan escaping my mouth. The room spun around me, and for a moment, I struggled to make sense of where I was or what had happened. The ache in my stomach grew, and a huge wave of nausea soon followed.
"Y/n!" Harry's voice rang out before I even processed where I was. He rushed to my side, his face painted with relief. "Thank god you're awake."
I winced and tried to sit up, but the pain surged again, forcing me to lie back down.
"What happened to me?" I muttered, glancing around the room. Beds were lined up in neat rows, each with crisp white sheets. I sighed. Of course. The hospital wing.
The brunette boy sat on the edge of my bed, sympathy all over his face. "You were fine on the way back to the castle, but then that damn Whomping Willow knocked you out cold."
My eyes traveled down to the thick bandages wrapped around my torso. The second I touched them, pain flared up, and I flinched.
"That bloody tree..." I groaned, sinking deeper into the pillows, shaking my head.
Harry's hand rested gently on mine. "It's okay, y/n. You're going to be okay."
I forced a smile. "Thanks, Harry."
Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and I turned to see Ron Weasley sprawled in the hospital bed next to mine, Hermione fussing over him with worry on her face.
"Hey, y/n," Ron said softly.
"Oh, Ron, not you, too," I replied, glancing down at his bandaged leg. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, y/n." He said and faintly smiled.
"Good."
Relief washed over me just before the doors burst open, and Professor Dumbledore glided into the room.
"Sirius Black is being sentenced to death," Dumbledore announced.
