19 Years Back

Warning: There's some really bad jokes. Oh yeah, and MAJOR SPOILERS if you haven't read the 7th book or seen the 8th movie.

"Hey (Y/n)," (B/f/n) name greeted as you approached her locker, even though no one used their locker since carrying around backpacks was allowed.

"Hey (B/f/n)," you returned.

"Guess what today is?"

"The day I hate-and love-the most?"

"You know it! May 2nd! Are we still going to watch the 7th and 8th movie at your house after school?"

"Yeah. And I can't believe you're happy on this day, 19 years in the past in a fictional series, where a bunch of people died."

"You know you're only this salty because Rowling killed off Fred," (B/f/n) pressed.

"And you know you were saltier when Rowling killed off Hedwig," you smirked.

"Hedwig was innocent!" (B/f/n) protested.

"How long do owls live?" you started and she started walking away quickly.

"No! I don't want to hear it!" she yelled, hands over her ears.

"Six and a half books!" you yelled, chasing after her.

"I can't hear you! LA LA LA!"

"Fine, fine, I'll stop," you said.

"Good. What time is it?" she asked looking for the hallway clock.

"Time for you to get a watch."

"I wish I could petrify you."

"What did I ever do to you?" you asked ever so innocently.

You and (B/f/n) started walking to homeroom. Past the athletes, popular kids, annoying people, book nerds, and all the other groups that the grade was split up in. The school promoted that everyone was equal and that bullying isn't the stereotypical bullying seen in movies. As if 17 year-olds would have the exact same personalities and be nice to each other all of the time.

As you were in deep thought, you barely noticed a solid wooden door swinging carelessly open until it was too late. Because of your luck, the door that hit you was the one that the janitor oiled too much so there was no restraint. The material hit you square in the face at what you thought was 100 miles an hour. Your head was spinning as you felt around your face. Your glasses were smashed against your eyes and you felt a warm liquid trickle down from your nose. The pain slowly started to sink in.

"(Y/n)!" (B/f/n) screamed. "What the crap you idiots!" she scolded whoever opened the door. "Someone go get a teacher!"

You tried to keep your eyes open, but the hallway's extremely bright lights turned dark as your body shut down due to the pain and you fell to the ground, landing on your backpack with a "thud".

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"She's waking up!" a fuzzy voice with a British accent exclaimed as footsteps grew louder.

Your (E/c) eyes fluttered open, everything was a big blur. Blind as a bat without your glasses or contacts, you saw smudges of colors surrounding you. Your forehead was throbbing slightly as you moaned, "Am I dead?"