The Unknown Potter [COMPLETE]

Chapter Eight

          I woke up the next day feeling like crap. The lightning bolt scar on my face burned like hell, but I didn't know why. Normally I would have had some sort of vision, but I didn't have one last night. As a matter of fact, last night was too calm. I had no disturbance last night, at all.

        What in bloody hell is Voldemort up to? I thought. I couldn't think straight, so I didn't even bother trying to answer. I got dressed quickly and  walked into the Common Room, only to see Hermione, Ron, and Harry waiting for me.

         "Finally!" shouted Ron. "It took you long enough. Hermione wouldn't let us leave without you! Come on, let's get us some food." Ron and Hermione led the way out of the Common Room to the Great Hall, where breakfast was being served. I lagged the farthest behind, struggling to put one foot in front of the other.

          I walked slowly to the Great Hall.
I felt like I could throw up at any minute. My head was pounding, and the world was spinning.

          It wasn't long before I collapsed to the ground.
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        There I was. There it was. The door. The door of my dreams. I laughed, but with a voice that wasn't my own. It was lower, deeper. My hand reached out for the door, but the hand wasn't mine. It was white as a ghost. I reached for the door, but I couldn't get it. Almost there. Almost-....

        "Gwen!" a strange voice shouted. I couldn't recognize it. "Gwen! Are you okay?" Wait. I know that voice. It's Hermione. A sudden urge took over me. The urge to kill. I needed to rid the world of Mudbloods, so I may as well start with her.

        "Ah! Gwen, what the bloody hell are you doing!" I jolted awake, realizing I was holding my wand to Hermione's throat, and I had the Killing Curse on my tougne.

      I didn't know what was going on, nor why I was in the hospital wing. "Gwen! Do me a favor and get your wand away from my throat, will you!" I pulled the wand away, and mumbled sorry as I laid back down. Madame Pomfrey had just run out of her office to see what the hell was going on.

       "Hermione, what is going on! I thought I said no visitors yet!" yelled Madame Pomfrey.

       "I'm sorry Madame Pomfrey!" yelled Hermione. "I needed to see my baby sister is all! When I came in here, I didn't expect to have a wand held at my throat, and Gwen starting to cast an Unforgivable Curse!" Madame Pomfrey stared at me with horror, and ran out out of the Hospital Wing, my guess being to grab Dumbledore. Hermione grabbed my wand out of my hand, and looked at me with terror.

       "Gwen," Hermione started. "What the hell do you think you were doing!" Hermione's voice grew in intensity as she spoke, until she was at a full yell. I shrunk further into the bed, because I knew all to well what Hermione could, and would, do when she was pissed.

       "I don't know Hermione!" I yelled back. "I was having a vision, one with that door in the Department of Mysteries, and I heard your voice. Then I got the urge to kill to, to rid the world of M-mudbloods." I cringed as I said that word, because I hated using it, especially around Hermione. "I wasn't even aware I was trying to kill you! I'm sorry Hermione!" Just as I had finished my rant, Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey burst through the main doors to the Hospital Wing.

       "Hermione! Gwen! What is going on here? Madame Pomfrey reported that you, Gwen, were trying to preform an Unforgivable Curse. Please, do explain." Dumbledore sounded really calm, maybe a bit too calm. I explained the whole thing again, and Dumbledore nodded.

       "Gwen, once you are released, I will need you to come to my office." And with that, Dumbledore left the Hospital Wing. I looked over at the door, as if he would come back.

       "Well," said Madame Pomfrey. "As long as you try not to kill your visitors, I suppose you may have some now, it being Thursday."

       "What!" I shouted. "It's Thursday! I've been conked out for two days! I need to catch up on lessons, do my homework, and I need to...." Hermione cut me off before I could finish.

       "Already taken care of," she said. "I left all of your notes and homework on your four poster." I thanked Hermione, and she left for dinner.

           I was alone for another hour, until Harry, Ron, Ginny, Emily, and George showed up. George lurked in the hallway while everyone else spoke and piled me with sweets. Ginny was the last to leave, shouting out the doors as she was finishing up.

       "George!" Ginny shouted. "I know you're out there, so if you want to visit you'd best do it now!"

       I was confused. Why would George come to see me?

       "How are you feeling Gwen?" he asked. I only shook my head. I didn't want to talk about it. George just nodded and out his hand on top of mine. He flinched and put his hand back in his pocket. He left quickly after that.

       I laid in bed that night, thinking of nothing but George. I couldn't figure out if the hand gesture was just out of politeness, or if he fancied me. And if he did fancy me, did I fancy him? I tossed and turned all night, thinking of many things that could have gone on. I finally fell asleep as the moon was overtop the castle.