I wake with a fright, and a pair of arms wrapped around my torso. I frown and twist around, coming face to face with Harry Potter.
I sigh and sit back, too awake to sleep. I begin to think about my dream. I can't really remember much, but I do know that someone set the Slytherin monster on my family, someone then pretended to be them and I killed them.
Then I was in the garden, nine-years-old, and a werewolf comes and tries to give me up to Voldemort. My dad fights him and I die. I die. My last thoughts are about freedom. A belief, concern, tugs at the edge of my mind, but I can't reach it. I fumble around feebly in my brain, but something's preventing me from putting two and two together.
Dawn must have crept over the mountains hours ago. Madame Pomfrey bustles over to me once she sees I'm awake.
"Here, have some breakfast. You can leave after you've eaten." She hands me a tray and glances at my brother. "He woke up last night, after you'd come in, and seen you were having a nightmare, so I allowed him to sleep next to you." She explains absent-mindedly.
I finish the toast and pumpkin juice swiftly, leaving Harry to get some rest. I was probably thrashing around a lot last night.
"You know, I have a potion for nightmares." The nurse adds. I just shake my head and thank her for fixing my nose. I change behind the screen into my robes and leave the hospital wing. My mind whirs with excuses I could make to Myra, and my dream. I'm so in my thoughts I don't notice Ginny walking down the corridor to the infirmary. I walk straight into her and bang my head on hers.
"Ow!" I exclaim. Hitting my head may have been a good idea, though, because Myrtle's dead body floats before my mind's eye. "That's it!"
"What's it?" Ginny asks, hiding something behind her back.
"What's that?" I point to her arm.
"This?" She produces a bunch of flowers. "Nothing."
"You've gone red!" I sing, poking her cheek.
"Shut up."
"Who are they for?" We skip to the common room.
"Harry." She mumbles.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." I tease, pushing my ear in her direction and leaning into her.
"Harry. What is?" She says louder.
" Oh, um nothing. I just dreamed I died again. Come on." I drag her the last little bit to the Fat Lady. "Grindylow." The portrait swings open and we stumble in, shutting it behind us.
"Again?!"
"Where were you?" Ron asks from the sofa.
"I broke my nose last night," I reply.
"How?" Hermione appears beside Ron.
"Fell into a door." Ginny answers. "Look, you can see a scar!" Ron and Hermione stand and walk over to me, genuinely concerned.
"I'm fine!" I protest.
"Cool, let's go." Ron grabs Hermione's hand and heads for the portrait.
"Go where?" Ginny questions.
"T-to see Harry." Hermione stutters and nods.
"Can I come?" I ask, but they're already gone. I sigh and turn back to sit on the couch, yawning as I go.
"What to come with me to breakfast?" Ginny asks, sitting next to me.
"Yeah, sure." I nod. We walk up to our dorm and Ginny throws the flowers on her bed. I yawn again.
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Elizabeth Lily Potter (A HP fan-fiction)(Book 1)
Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED FIND AT MY PERSONAL ACCOUNT, @LittleDoe123] What if Lily and James Potter live long enough to give birth and raise a girl, who goes to Hogwarts like her older brother Harry. What if that girl was born in December and is named Elizabeth...
